Entrapped

[Lady_S]

Ginger West sat on the recliner near the wall, his big arms resting on the armrest as the naked Mandy came and knelt right before him. She felt happy obeying his commands, a sudden change in her behaviour after she was ‘owned’ and ‘possessed’ by these two men in the room. But West was sympathetic to Amanda now, fully understanding her pain and condition and trauma that she had been through and even explaining the reasons behind his tough exterior. He had other means of recovering his money from different people, men in particular, none of which was in any way soft by any means. That was his way of life and that was how he made a living. Poor girl! She would understand this harsh fact over a period of time.

“Here rest you head on my leg, rest now Amanda.”

When he asked her in this manner Mandy felt a surge of bonding with the man whose age didn’t matter to her anymore. At this moment, he was a caring man wanting to give her some solace to ease her body and mind. She didn’t hesitate but slowly let her head rest on Ginger’s thighs, her pretty face turned to face the space between both his upper thighs. Like a pet Mandy looked up at Ginger who too kept looking at her. Neither expressed what they wanted, or what was expected but it was Mandy who couldn’t take hold of herself. She had raised her right hand and played with the folds of Ginger’s pants. In a while the naked girl had shifted her hand towards the man’s thighs. She ran a finger on that covered area, as she unmindfully scribbled little nothings while she remained lost in her thoughts. May be she had many questions in her mind, ones that she wanted answers to, and she kept looking up now and then at Ginger’s face. She was shy and hesitant to ask these questions – not now at least. She recollected what West had said earlier in the evening – “As to your loan Honey I think I shall have you work it off. You got the goods for the job ….. What do you say Babe?” Which meant it would not stop here…. but possibly more? Would she have to stay here in this office building or somewhere more habitable? What would happen to her ill mother? A flood of questions kept coming as she continued running that finger on the man’s thigh.

Whether absentmindedly or intentionally Ginger wouldn’t know but the girl’s finger had moved further up and the tingling sensations as a result might have had an effect on Ginger and a sleeping middle awaken to a rising bulge. Before either of them was swept in by another call for sexual intimacy, Ginger lifted the girl’s chin, almost affectionately. He held her hands and drew her up, making her sit on his lap and wrapped his hands around her, almost entirely covering her nakedness.

“Now I am sure you must have questions of what your life will be like now Amanda.”

How in heavens could the man guess what was going through her mind, Mandy wondered. She was too young and immature to understand that her condition was similar to other girls who had come across Ginger West and he had faced similar questions from them.

But there was something very caring and romantic as Mandy sat on Ginger’s lap, her head resting on his chest as he stroked her hair, moving the strands that fell on her pretty face to one side. There was feeling and warmth that had engulfed them both and they had come close to one another in the course of the evening. Mandy didn’t have any hesitation at all to sit stark naked on the man’s lap; neither did she feel uneasy at the presence of Handlen now, who also seemed to have become a part of her life. She now felt equally close to both, with scale tilted in favour of West because he made the decisions and the one on whose hands her destiny would rest.

“ Mandy I will not lie to you there may be times that for business reason I may ask you to be very friendly to a gentleman and if it is for business then I’ll credit your account with twice the going rate for the Poshest call girl in town.”

So that answered another of Mandy’s questions and the answer was not unexpected. But it had a silver lining to it … at least there were chances of getting a higher return in case she ‘delivered’. The man was stroking her naked arms, rustling her hair now and then. He kissed her on her forehead even as he asked her if she herself had anything she wished to know.

Mandy took the man’s hand in hers, playing now with his thick fingers almost like a child. She wanted to tell him that her life was woven with his and she would leave everything, every decision to him ..for better or for worse.

“Mr. West,” she said in the end, “My life is now in your hands. I trust you to take care of me in the best way you want.” She looked into his eyes expressing a lot of dependence and belief.

“I hope you will at least make my stay comfortable in the best way possible and even if I am shared with others, we two would have time for ourselves. Even Handlen!” she said and then, fully embarrassed, hid her face in Ginger’s chest.

 

[cgraven]

As they talked Ginger noticed how Mandy began to snuggle a little closer and relax just a bit more. He felt the little shutter and the warmth of her blush against his skin as he told her he would loan her out and something more, the freshening scent of her arousal. West smiled for now he knew he was right. Her sensual little wiggle on his lap, the way she was melting into his arms, all had their effect on this man of insatiable appetites. His ears perked up when in a soft almost little girl voice she asked:

“Mr. West…..”



Mandy hesitated for a few moments; Ginger could almost see the scarlet blush that kissed her cheeks

“My life is now in your hands. I trust you to take care of me in the best way you want.”

Mandy was so sweetly serious, West could tell by the tone of her voice. He would not lie to her but neither did he intend on giving her the whole truth either, settling for a half-truth.

“It might at times be rough, but to imagine anyone rougher than Handlen? I don’t think so”

Ginger let his voice trail off, and gave his little sex kitten a reassuring hug.

“I hope you will at least make my stay comfortable in the best way possible and even if I am shared with others, we two would have time for ourselves. Even Handlen!”

The words had come tumbling from Mandy’s lips in a mad rush before she cut herself off. West knew that Mandy was becoming very aroused by merely talking about how Handlen’s rough handling of her had also aroused her.

“Oh Mandy!”

He lifted her chin and smiled down into her wide confused Hazel eyes. He saw the war of her emotions flashing in their clear depths. His lips brushed hers, lingered then slipped way.

“Sometimes my dear it is a relief not to be so in control but rather let another make the decisions and sometimes our body knows better than our head what we want.’

He paused, his lips pressed to hers again but this time Ginger would let Mandy break the kiss.

 

[Lady_S]

Ginger’s lips brushed against hers and even in the midst of her confused emotions Mandy responded. She had raised her bare arms, circling them around his wide neck and parted her soft pink lips that were quivering mildly as she looked up. A tingling sensation of excitement had already gripped her. She knew that soon the man’s fleshy lips would hungrily take in hers, which he did as he sucked on those soft pink petals. Both of them were breathing heavily as they found a renewed need for each other. He searched for her tongue, assertively pushing in his own wet, hungry one into her mouth. In moments, he had enfolded her thin, delicate, moist tongue with his own coarse lengthy one. He sucked and slurped on that piece of sweetness, devouring her in his arms in a wild show of sheer lust. Each moment only made them crazier for the other and they searched passionately again and again. This was their first kiss and they wished it didn’t end. To Amanda it was the most sensually arousing, most beautiful and delicious moment in her life.

It was only after long torrid moments, with their mixed saliva trickling out of their mouth and both breathless for air, that Mandy had to pull away. But Ginger wouldn’t let her go easily as he held the girl by her slim, naked arms. He looked intently at her, naked as she was with just a pair of earrings that adorned her ear lobes. Her hair disheveled and partly covering an eye, she was panting heavily, as if searching for her mate in the middle of an unfinished meal.

“Mandy!” The words carried the intensity of his passion, as he groaned while Mandy broke into repeated moans.

Ginger, lusting uncontrollably for the girl, kept looking at her till she opened her lips and drew forward to begin another wet kiss between them. Mandy was so different from what she was when she had walked into this room much earlier in the evening. She possessed a passion and desire that Ginger might have thought to be impossible earlier. If the shark’s plans were to ‘use’ the girl, he knew he had made the right choice. Here was a sex goddess who could answer to all that he wished. He recollected what the girl had said just now, that she was prepared to be shared but wanted these two men who were with her now. Particularly, the manner in which she mentioned Handlen’s name brought an instant fire in his loins.

At this moment, they heard a deep voice behind them. For the burly Handlen, unable to hold his passion for too long as he witnessed the raw, erotic passion of the girl, had come nearer and stood behind them.

“May I?” he asked, which could have been addressed to either of the two persons engaged in themselves right before him. They paused for a moment before Mandy realised slackness in Ginger’s embrace. Such was the understanding between Handlen and his boss that he was even willing to hand over the deliciously soft Mandy to this man on whom he was so dependent.

The hands that had wrapped around Mandy dropped down on to the armrests of the recliner and Ginger West just shrugged his shoulders in a gesture of approval. Handlen walked in a pace or two more, before his legs touched Mandy. She was surprised at the unfailing companionship between this two men, such that a boss wouldn’t hesitate to hand over a prize worth keeping for himself to his subordinate.

Her thoughts were quickly diverted. She felt a coarse hand on her naked shoulders, and the touch between the rough and soft skins sent sparks of excitement through her entire body. Mandy was already in a very high degree of excitement by the passionate kisses that she and Ginger had indulged in and it was Handlen’s closeness at that moment that added fuel to that fire.

“Come Babe, it’s time for us now,” he picked up Amanda with an ease that was hardly an effort, holding her in both his arms as she lay with her face hidden in his naked hairy chest. To be honest, she was shivering out of sheer excitement and she did not have to touch herself to know that she was a leaking mess.

Handlen had walked away carrying Mandy in his arms to the other end of the room, much to Ginger’s surprise. West assumed that it was Mandy’s give-away gestures and liking for Handlen that had made him seek somewhat more intimate private pleasures with the girl. He just watched them from where he sat.

Lowering the pretty damsel so that she now stood on her legs, Handlen seemed undecided as to where and how he should begin. His excitement didn’t need description – his enlarged shaft, thick as it was and throbbing up and down and wet at the tip, was crying for Mandy’s attention…. Would he feed it to her small, pouting mouth? He looked down at the girl’s dark triangular bush covering her treasure and the traces of moistness that was so clearly visible … how tasty would that be if the escaping aroma itself was so fragrant to his sense of smell? Or the nipples of those perky breasts, standing so haughtily on the top of the curves and yet silently begging Handlen to take them in his mouth and, among them all, his virile cock, this enormous monster that he possessed, so bent upon entering the deeper recesses beyond the pink folds. He was like a child …. undecided on the choice of so many toys in hand.

Mandy felt impatient. She was in a stage where she wished to give every piece of her body to the man who held her. His very touch was sending her into a swoon, making her crave to be taken and enjoyed. His grotesque face hardly mattered, the scars on his body only raising her excitement and his spoken words that were so demanding and so demeaning where making her want to hear them again and again.

Handlen had made his choice. As Mandy stood before him, he put an arm behind her and pushed her back so that her soft supple body arched and rested on his hand. As she lay there, her face bent and traces of sweat formed rings around her slender smooth neck, Handlen looked lustfully at her breasts and those pink nipples that pointed straight at his face.

He bent down and rubbed his thick lips on both the cherries, groaning for a while before just licking the pair with his wet tongue. Then, when Mandy began moaning softly, he took in a nipple in his mouth and in moments shifted his mouth on to the other. He suckled on the pair as a child would, his slurping sounds loud enough for even Ginger to hear them at the other end.

“You have the most delicious nubs, Babe,” Handlen said before he took a dangling arm of the girl and placed the soft palm on his throbbing cock.

 

[cgraven]

“May I?”

Was the simple question that took Mandy for the security of Ginger West’s arms and into the hands of Handlen.


“Come Babe, it’s time for us now,”

Handlen swept Amanda up into his arms leaving no doubt that No was not an option. The brute’s nostrils were filled with the sweet, musky, intoxicating scent of Mandy’s arousal filling his nostrils. His eyes were smoldering with lust for this petite dark haired beauty. His tongue slid across his thick lips, as he tried to decide which of Mandy’s sweet charms he would now enjoy. A devilish gleam in his dark hazel eyes, his head bowed, he rubbed his grizzled stubble across the girl’s taunt little nipples and then he inhaled Mandy’s pale pink rosebud nipple. As he rolled the panting beauty’s nipple across the ridged roof of his mouth.

“You have the most delicious nubs, Babe,”

Handlen grasped Mandy’s wrist and guided her delicate hand to the shaft of his cock.

“Now give me a hand job Honey! Make me come all over that gorgeous little body of yours!”

Handlen head once more lowered to claim Mandy’s nipples. His teeth gripped her throbbing nipple and inhaled deeply drawing a steady stream of cool air over that feverous bud. Handlen smiled to himself once Mandy had Jacked him off he would make this sweet innocent use her fingers to gather his cum and lick herself clean.

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Once Handlen had had his fun with Mandy West swept the young beauty into his arms and carried Mandy to a world of rich almost decadent splendor. The room was rich with dark sensual wood. It was a man’s room with the faint hint of cigars and brandy. It was done in the Edwardian style and was dominated by two features, a sturdy four-poster bed, and a wall lined with bookshelves from floor to ceiling. Ginger laid Mandy down on the thick feather comforter of the bed. His scent lingered on that comforter. His lips brushed her as he settled next to Mandy as he sat on the edge of the bed.

“ Rest now Mandy it’s been a long day.”

As he started to rise he smiled down at her. Ginger had her all nicely caught, with her own newly awakened sexual cravings. The way she had leaned into and embraced their last kiss, the little shivers of anticipation, fear, and arousal had made it quite clear that the proud beautiful was now his and the best part the rougher Mandy was handled the more aroused she became.

Ginger had stood there letting both her sexual cravings and her shame war with each other before he broke the silence .


“Under the covers Mandy tomorrow is a new Day!”


Ginger went through a door to the right of the bed and took a leisurely shower after toweling off he returned and smiled down on Mandy, curled up already asleep. He slipped under the covers. As he drifted off to sleep he smiled With any luck she would wake in his arms and that first moment of confusion as to where she was and who she was with should be priceless.

Mandy slowly woke he saw her lifted her tussled head, her hair in frightful disarray. The momentary pause as she found herself enfolded I the security of his arms, those striking hazel eyes confused then widen as the day before memories came rushing back like a tidal wave to engulf her. Mandy gave a soft whimper.

West did not give her a chance to scream, or throw a fit, or really to come to grips with the situation before his fingers entwined in her soft short chestnut hair and gently but forcefully brought her mouth to his as he claimed it in a soft but demanding Kiss. He intended to keep her off balance for the moment, yet assert his dominance and remind her without a scene what her position now was,

“Morning Mandy I trust you slept well, you were really spent by the time I took you to bed. I’ll wager you would fancy a nice hot bath, a spot of breakfast and something to wear.”

He kept her cradled in his arms and had even drawn her tight to his body when he kissed her.

“Tell me Mandy do you fancy corsets or clinches? Leather or vinyl?”


He had made it clear what her wardrobe would, be in part, for the time being.


“No matter Mandy I am sure you’ll find something in the closet off the bath that will fit. Oh I prefer either short skirts or above the knee skirts with slits and heels.”


He watched the emotions flash in the depths of her eyes.


“Once your bathed and dressed will sort out breakfast.”

 

[Lady_S]

Handlen had suckled Mandy’s breasts. Oh how he had suckled! Each of her hardened nipples was pulled and mauled by his lips that had gripped them in an almost animal like madness. In a moment of frenzy, he had sunk in his teeth into one of those grapes and hadn’t Mandy cried out in horror and pain, the beast would have ripped one out her breast. It was another matter that the moments that followed were different and Mandy was a picture of obedience as she carried each wish that he wanted to be carried out.

“Now give me a hand job Honey! Make me come all over that gorgeous little body of yours!” And, when her efforts fell short of his expectation, he had been more assertive.

“The hands, girl … work those hands,” he had demanded as his eyes closed in those final moments of release on to Mandy’s dainty hands. Testing her more, he wanted her to even clean her hands of the mess. He was surprised when she didn’t refuse nor even throw up following this bizarre requirement. Even Ginger from that distance knew that the girl would be perfect for the plans that he had in mind now that she had been fully ‘freed’.

Mandy was by now completely exhausted. She had fulfilled every whim of these two men and the physical and even mental exertions of the evening had spent her and there was no doubt that she would simply doze off any moment.

When Ginger had carried her off in his arms, she was hardly awake, as she kept thinking of the events that had taken place to change her life forever. The innocence of childhood kept ringing in her memories for a while but the future now seemed tempting to her, for she had realized her power … the raw power of sex, of physical attraction and controlling men, that could help her get whatever she wanted.

“Rest now Mandy it’s been a long day.”Ginger had said when he brushed her lips on hers. Even that kiss was exciting for her and although tired and sleepy she welcomed more sexual activity.

“Under the covers Mandy tomorrow is a new day!”

The man’s words were final and she quickly recovered, ashamed at her own show of sexual appetite. Sinking into the soft bed, with the comforter covering her, Mandy just looked around once more as her drooping eyes barely captured the wooden walls, the wide bookshelves and the rest of the furniture. Just an inaudible “Mr. Wesss … “ and Mandy passed into peaceful oblivion.

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Mandy slept well, peaceful and unbroken - but the events of the earlier evening engaged her sub-conscious mind in a dream sequence and she woke up excitedly. She couldn’t recollect the man who had appeared. She was certain he was neither Ginger nor Handlen but someone unknown, someone mysterious yet exciting enough to raise her sensuality to another level. The scene just before she awoke was one where the man had positioned himself on her crotch and holding her thighs placed his mouth on the pink folds of her womanhood.

The sheer ecstasy that engulfed her when the stranger’s tongue probed the entrance to and the inner recesses of her womanhood brought her to dizzying heights of excitement. He had a way with his tongue that initially ran over her labia, already moist from the turmoil that had gone on inside although ‘moist’ would be an understatement. He had now gripped her by her ass, raising her towards him so that his lips remained stuck on her pussy lips as his tongue went on searching and probing inside. She had never experienced this sensuality before and she squirmed wildly on the bed as this engrossing stranger feasted her with his hot tongue. Mandy saw herself as ready to surrender to this man in any way he wanted, willing to give back to him in a manner similar to his.

The effect of the dream sequence had its effect on Amanda as she moaned continuously before awakening suddenly to reality. The strangeness of the surroundings surprised her at first before she remembered being carried into this room. But more surprising was that she lay firmly within the arms of Ginger West. She was confused, for no matter whatever might have occurred in the previous evening, she never imagined that this was really what was intended. She let out a soft whimper but before she could react further, she was pulled nearer by Ginger who was forcing a kiss on her dry lips. She neither responded nor withdrew .. her senses were working overtime to know her bearings and where she was. Yes, she did look forward to a refreshing bath and hot breakfast and Ginger’s words only made her long for it even more. It was obvious, however, that her life was slowly but surely being taken over by this man. He was just being assertive without being too much aggressive but she knew for certain that she her life would now be dominated by Ginger West.

“Tell me Mandy do you fancy corsets or clichés? Leather or vinyl?”

Oh! So it was even dress that would be decided for her? Not that she would mind, for she was in no way financially capable of fulfilling her fancies and would let her hankerings die at the shop windows. She would have loved both in her wardrobe but hesitated to give an answer to show her weakness.

“Anyone out of the two that pleases you Mr. West.” She whispered.

She was careful … if he wished to see her in both it was up to him. But she had got an inkling of his choices – short skirts with slits and heels. She would have to wear them or whatever else that he wanted …. even nakedness. She had no choice.

She got out of bed and walked over to the door to the right of the bed where she had slept. She was amazed at how well the man had equipped the bathroom with female toiletries making it obvious about the presence of girls and women in this gangster life. She perched on the edge of the tub and wondered which scent would be to his liking. Making her choice and hoping it would the correct one she added fragrant oil and soap bubbles and worked up fragrant suds. She applied hair perfume mist – she thought the jasmine scented would be the best although the man had provided rose and apricot scented too. She came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her, covering the upper portions of her lithesome body but her shapely breasts clearly outlined. Mandy came and stood in front of wardrobe. She gaped when she opened it, for it held a wide array of dresses for all occasions. She turned towards Ginger who was rummaging through some book near the spread out bookshelf.

“Could you please select a dress for me Mr. West,” she murmured softly.

Mandy was yet to overcome the hesitation in calling Ginger West in any way other than Mr. West.

 

[cgraven]

Ginger West enjoyed the shocked confusion at the feelings his searing kiss had created in the young beauty. He smiled to himself at the turn of her head as the proud young miss tried to hide her conflict from him. West toyed with Mandy as his questions and time kept her off balance and challenged. The scarlet blushes the tensing of her jaw, the way her pretty little head would snap to this question. He saw the visible relief as her body relaxed just a little when finally she could pad off to her bath.

West was setting at his desk when he heard the soft sensual padding of her bare feet on the marble of the bathroom’s floor. He swiveled in his chair to face her and was delighted at how scandalous her attire brought a scarlet blush to her cheeks her soft hazel eyes chastely downcast in shame.

“Anyone out of the two that pleases you Mr. West. Could you please select a dress for me Mr. West,”

Mandy softly murmured
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“ Very fetching Mandy……….loose the towel Mandy!”

West let his eyes boldly take in ever sensual curve of the young girl's gorgeous supple body.

“Come with me!”

West led Mandy back through the bathroom and into the walk in wardrobe, he pushed aside the coats that hung at the back then led Mandy into another room, larger than the first.”


West placed several pair of heeled “Mary Jane’s” on the bench as he rummaged through the clothing. He selected several ivory blouses that ranged from transparent to slightly opaque. Then he chose several paradises on a business suit, ranging from a pale gray to a dark pinstriped blue. All had short tight skirts with scandalous slits that nearly went all the way to the waistband and tight little jackets designed to draw the eye to Mandy’s figure rather than hide it.


“Hurry up Mandy and dress I am getting hungry.”

As he passed her on his way out, Ginger gave Mandy’s tight little bum a firm smack.


“ Lose the panties Mandy you won’t need them.”

West loved the little yelp as his hand landed firmly on Mandy’s firm rump and the way her cheeks turned scarlet. However once again the girl showed not only that was she a looker but had brains to boot as she remained silent. But most of all he loved that slight musky sent of her growing arousal that told him his firm handling of the gorgeous young beauty was having the desired effect.

Ginger West was setting in his chair as Mandy returned. He knew that hanging on the rack or laid out on the bench, the suits looked scandalously short, the illusion enforced by the slit, and though they where snug enough to accentuate the firm curve of Mandy’s derrière and the helm of her skirt 2 ½ inches above her knee. He smiled at Mandy’s selection and noted how it complemented her flawless complexion


“Mandy, do up the middle buttons of the jacket!”


He saw the look of confusion on her angelic face.


“It’s a double breastser Mandy it’s got an inside and an outside button.”


West sat back in his chair admiring the look of the girl he let his eyes leisurely take in every curve of her body and how the clothing hugged, caressed, and displayed her figure to perfection. West motioned for Mandy to do a little pirouette so he could examine her from every angle. From her Mary Janes to the way her suit jacket hugged and accentuated the seductive curves of her torso.

“Very nice Mandy. “

He asked her what she wanted for breakfast and then called down the order from him it was fruit and cereal and coffee. He smiled when Handlen brought up the breakfast tray and smiled wickedly at Mandy.


“Mornen Babe.”


Then after letting his eyes take in her costume he gave a smile and left. West let Many eat her meal in silence. He let the silence hang heavy between them until it became almost deafening just to see what she would do.



“Babe come here I want to ask you something.”

Wets pushed back from the table as he waited for the girl to come and stand before him.

“ Did you do as I told you?

Ginger smiled to himself when he saw the look of confusion in Mandy’s hazel eyes.


“ The panties babe?”


He saw the light of comprehension dawn in her clear intelligent eyes.. Yet before she could answer, Ginger growled in the same tone he used when they first met.


“Bend over the table I’ll check myself.”


At that, moment Mandy’s luck truly ran out as Handlen enter to clear away the breakfast tray and an evil smile twisted West’s lips.


“Naw Babe I’ve got a better idea. Handel check and make sure Mandy’s not wearing panties.””


“I’ll wager you aint had nothen to eat yet Handlen. How would you like something sweet……………….”


A wicked grin curled Ginger’s lips at the sweet musky sent of Mandy’s growing arousal.


“………….And juicy to eat mate? If I am not very much mistaken!”


West shoved Mandy into Handlen’s arms.


“Use the butler’s pantry Handlen I have work to do………….oh have her back here by one.”


Handlen caught Mandy and his fingers cruelly curled into her lustrous chestnut hair as he dragged her kicking and screaming from the room. The hall clock was striking 8


Handlen pushed Mandy through a door at the end of the hall and sent her sprawling on to the floor in a ragged little heap. The soft click of a key turning in the lock had the finality of doom about it.


“We can do this the hard way or the easy way babe your choice.”


As he spoke, Mandy could see the Butler’s Pantry was more like POSH private clubroom with a low sideboard, a serving table, and a low stage with a pool and deep easy chairs grouped around it. There was little doubt what the room was used for.

“Get Up and bend over the side board babe.”


Handlen’s eyes where dark and threatening his voice thick with his growing lust.


Handlen’s hot breath washed over Mandy’s neck as he slowly slid her tight skirt up over her naked little ass. He smiled as Mandy looked straight ahead. She seemed tense reading herself for the brutal assault. His fingers feathery touch traced the firm curve of her ass, slid between the tight creases of her ass, to brush the once virgin treasurer that he had claimed. He lulled her with the softness of his touch just before he plunged his finger deep within her hot wet pussy.


“Not quite the cold little bitch you would have me believe Babe.”


Handlen’s body molded to Mandy’s as he pinned her in place his finger slipped from her, he That delicious little pussy sweet with the nectar of her arousal. Handlen turned Mandy to face him his hands gripped her waist roughly as he lifted and sat her on the sideboard with a wicked smile he pushed her back.


“Now from something sweet babe.”


Handlen lower his head to Mandy’s naked little pussy and his thick tongue snaked out to take his first taste of her. A low prima growl rumbled from the brute as he takes his pleasure from the trapped little beauty, his mouth lips, tongue and teeth ravished her. He lashed her throbbing clit, raked it with his teeth. Handlen held her sweet pearl of passion between his teeth he inhaled deeply and drew a cool steady stream of air across the feverous bud.

 

[Lady_S]

Mandy hadn’t taken any chances. Her arousals didn’t mean that she didn’t fear these men would stop at nothing to get what they wanted. ‘Disobedience’ would be punished severely and so she had come without her panties. ‘Lose the panties’ Ginger had said and now he wanted to see if she had carried out what he had firmly told her.

Handlen’s entry was timely for Ginger. He didn’t hide his kinky wish to get the same checked by none other than his lascivious lieutenant.

“Naw Babe I’ve got a better idea. Handel check and make sure Mandy’s not wearing panties.I’ll wager you aint had nothen to eat yet Handlen. How would you like something sweet?”

So it was left to Handlen to test the truth? His means of finding that out would not be very pleasant Mandy knew, but that was equally arousing to her. If she could bear the initial onslaught it would bring about almost certain pleasure to her stimulated body.

The brute of a man was already snorting and grunting like a starving animal when Ginger had gifted this fleshy sweetness to him. Not a word …

Even before she could brace herself for the certain savage examination, Handlen had gripped her chestnut hair, not caring if it hurt, and dragged her to what Mandy by now knew would be the butler’s pantry.

Her arousals began the moment he had released her hair and locked the door. The cage now just had the predator and his prey …….

The extent of her arousal, tested by his fat finger, only increased his hunger.

“Not quite the cold little bitch you would have me believe Babe.Now for something sweet, babe.”

Handlen was immersed in what he called ‘sweetness,’ delving more and more with his tongue into the wetness that spread before him. The musky scent of her arousal was having an effect on Handlen just as much as the acrid smell of his ownleaking cock was having a deep effect on Mandy.

Amanda squirmed as she lay where she was, her skirt lifted over her waist, still with her thigh highs and five inch heels. Handlen lifted his head to once again look intently at the girl’s labia.

“How wudya like if we got ya baby bald?” he sneered. But he was back at the wet folds again.

He continued from where he left off, relentlessly tonguing her pussy lips in a manner that made her scream in delirious happiness. Soon, Mandy had brought her thighs nearer and clamped his head to the spot. She was not at all willing to release his head even one bit from that vice-like grip, such was the stage of her arousal now. Rather, her passions were rapidly extending to different sections of her sensual body and herhands had also come into play. She placed them on Handlen’s head, her palm and fingers caressing the strands of his hair. She tugged at them, softly at first, before she gripped his face. Her thighs and hands were now uncontrolled in a rare exhibition of the intensity of her passion, rolling from left and right in rapid succession, her body squirming and tossing where she lay. And during this exhibition of her desire, her unsuppressed moans and screams filled the small butler’s pantry.

In her moments of extreme excitement that Handlen was handing out, Mandy’s thoughts went back to her dream from the previous night. She could vividly recollect the sequence of events now as it occurred...... not just the portion that she remembered when she woke up in the morning. Now, she could rewind the events right from the beginning, without losing any portion of that erotic chain ……..

As she started recalling her dream, she saw herself hedged in between Ginger and Handlen, who held her arms by both and taken through a dimly lit passage that had rooms on either side. Doors that had tags on it and ones that even in the lesser light, she could read..... ‘Cocksuckers’, ‘Threesome’, ‘Rough’, ‘BDSM’, ‘Whores’, ’Only Ass’ ‘Orgies’ …. and more…… different genres of sexual and erotic behaviour.

Each room, she suddenly realised, was just one of her hidden fantasies that had been locked and hidden deep inside her. And now these locked doors were about to open because of the two men who had taken control over her. She looked at herself – surprised but thrilled in finding that she was wearing her favourite prom dress from high school. She trotted in her heels, like she did when she was in school .... basking in a freedom that she had never truly tasted all these years. In moments, they came and stood in front of a room that had a plaque with the word “Exhibition” written in ornamental letters.

“Amanda” one of the men said as they stood in front of the door, “you’ll walk in alone.” Both Ginger and Handlen turned and walked away.

It was then that little tremors of fear crept into her. Her hand shaking, she held the door handle and pressed down slowly to peep in. Complete darkness loomed in front and she dared not enter.
“Come in Amanda, we have been waiting for you for years,” she heard a stentorian, almost hypnotic voice, call her from within.

“It’s dark,” she squeaked. Uncertainty had gripped her.

“Close the door behind you. Light shall lead you in darkness,” the voice assured.

Mandy took a step and closed the door behind her but as she did so, a spotlight from somewhere fell on her, almost leading her in front. She couldn’t see beyond two feet all around her and, apart from that lone voice, there was total silence excepting for the tapping of her heels. Yet, she had an eerie feeling as if there were people in that darkness all around.

She tread slowly, for about twenty feet or so, following the light that led to a revolving bed, round in shape with a crimson red cover on top. It stopped the instant she was a couple of feet beside it. The voice came back!

“Amanda, we are pleased. You’ll be helped shortly to undress by the house maids. You’ll sit on the bed after they leave and wait.”

More instructions had followed, till at a time she was lying on the bed, with a stranger who had come out of nowhere – a tall well-built man, dark slick-hair, and a mask that covered his face except for the grey eyes that mesmerized her into submission.

As the bed spun slowly, he had parted her thighs, so that her pussy lips gaped at him and the powerful light focused on it. He stretched the lips with the fingers of both his hands, moving his face away for a while to leave it uncovered. In moments, he was sniffing deeply, taking in the aroma of the escaping juices and then pushing in his hot wet tongue. Amanda heard her own moaning play out loudly through hidden speakers but her only thought was of the pleasures that lead her to that stage. She was in a trance, enjoying the tongue fucking of this stranger with a mask till suddenly, she could hear a voice call out to her and shake her violently.

“Mandy! Mandy! Get up girl.” It was Handlen calling out to her and not anyone in that dream of hers. She was back in reality.

She looked at Handlen for a while, recollecting the stranger in the mask in her dream. It dawned on her then that the mask was symbolic. It was neither Ginger, nor Handlen nor any other stranger but that it was she who hungered and desired.

Mandy looked at Handlen as he stood beside him now. She stretched a hand and touched the man’s shaft, stroking it softly and making it jump and throb. She pulled it towards her as she raised her face to bring her nearer.

She found that length of meat irresistible. Unable to hold back any longer, she planted a kiss on the wet tip of the man’s shaft.

“Oh my god!” she exclaimed as she ran her tongue over her lips.

 

[cgraven]

He delighted in the desperate struggle that flashed in their depth as Mandy fought so valiantly to control her treacherous young body. Yet as he lowered his head to greedily lap the sweet nectar of the stunning young beauty’s arousal, he knew her battle was already lost. He feasted on the hapless dark haired beauty driving her to those dizzying heights her mind and body so craved, then as she tittered on the edge of that dark abyss and the pleasure it offered, with a flick of his tongue Handle sent Mandy over the edge as that dark sinful pleasure engulfed her.

Handlen relished Mandy’s mingled scream of ecstasy and little mewing whimpers. When at last her bucking and thrashing body clamed, he lifted his eyes to the disheveled beauty her sweet nectar glistening on his face. He smiled up into the girl’s smoldering hazel eyes and could see that she was lost in a world of her own, a world that only seemed to excite her gorgeous treacherous young body all the more, But Handlen wanted Mandy back in this world where he could toy with her as he pleased. Handlen had no intention of letting this stunning young beauty retreat into a world of her own.

“Mandy! Mandy! Get up girl.”

Mandy’s smoldering hazel eyes met Handlen’s as he stood towered over the prostrate young beauty as she lay there on the little pantry bar. The young girl stretched out a hand and touched the shaft of Handlen’s cock, her delicate fingers stroking it softly. Mandy pulled it towards her as she raised her face to bring her nearer that huge throbbing cock. She planted a kiss on the wet tip of the velvet head of Handlen’s cock.

“Oh my god!”

Mandy’s voice was a husky sensual whisper as she ran the tip of her little pink tongue over her moist ripe lips.

“OH no Honey the Boss gets your first blowjob Missy!”

It was a flat matter of fact statement. Handlen’s cold steel gray eyes told Mandy there would be no argument. He gave her cheek a firm swat to drive home the point.


“ Babe I think it is high time we get you out of those clothes”


Handlen did not wait for Mandy to answer his hands encircled her hips, he lifted her clear and dragged Mandy to the little stage and shoved her on to it. In a moment, Mandy was bathed in soft white light the sleazy strains, of cheap, grinding jazz filled the room.

“A nice little stripteases Babe and make it really sexy.”

There was a dangerous edge to the man’s voice and an even more dangerous look in his beady eyes.


“Then once you are buck naked finger fuck yourself honey and baby don’t stop till I say you can cum!”

 

[Lady_S]

“OH no Honey the Boss gets your first blowjob Missy!”

Handlen’s loyalty to his boss amazed Mandy for which she overlooked the abrupt end to her first attempt at sucking a man’s sex organ. She had quickly taken control of herself, moving away albeit with a tinge of regret as Handlen landed a smack on her soft, rosy cheek.

But what was he saying now? Wasn’t he wanting to get her undressed? Surely not so soon after Ginger West had gone through such a lengthy process of selecting her dress…. even leading her through a hidden door inside the wardrobe?

It was pointless thinking. Handlen had once again dragged her roughly and before she could realise the intentions working behind that perverse mind, she was pushed on to a stage. It was one that stood at the end of a very small hall, just two rooms beside the butler’s pantry where she had received that intensive tongue fucking from Ginger’s most trusted aide. She stumbled on the wooden platform, quickly steadying herself, just as she found herself bathed in a soft light. At the same time, she could hear some sleazy jazz music, definitely not a piece that she enjoyed.

“A nice little stripteases Babe and make it really sexy.”

Oh No! Not again. Mandy thought, recollecting the events that had occurred the previous evening in Ginger’s office. But her hesitation only resulted in cold, icy and threatening stares from Handlen who sat right in middle of the first row.

As if his dangerous looks were not enough of a threat, he followed it up with a more intimidatory command.

“Then once you are buck naked finger fuck yourself honey and baby don’t stop till I say you can cum!”

It was not that Mandy had never resorted to this natural behavior before. But to be asked to perform on stage was so ridiculous and preposterous that Mandy was on the verge of getting off the stage and had even taken two steps towards the wings.

“Take another step and you’ll be in bed for three months with two broken legs, girl.” Handlen was already out of his seat.

Mandy froze.

“Don’t get me mad babe, just get undressed … and do it slowly,” he hissed. He sunk on to the chair again and gestured to Mandy to begin. Realizing her helplessness, she shyly began what at the moment seemed weird and unthinkable for her.

Standing where she was, Mandy placed her hands on the top gunmetal button of her black jacket. Knowing the futility of further resistance her intention was clear. Handlen was unmoved. He waited, keeping a strict watch on the actions of the girl on stage. Mandy progressed on to next button, motionless excepting for the fingers of her hands.

“Crap! You ain't undressing in your bedroom babe. It’s a stage dammit and it’s a strip show ya gotta do … show that ya love it!” Handlen bellowed.

God help me, thought the helpless girl as the background jazz went unstopped almost dragging her to beat a few steps. She made up her mind, like she had so many times over the last twenty four hours. If all it took was just to put in a few sexually suggestive moves while undressing she might as well get it over it. She began swaying to the music as seductively as she could, looking at Handlen and kept thinking of their intimacy and her own arousal in the act with him. She thought of the monstrous cock of his, of her nearly taking it in her mouth till he had stopped her, of the man’s insistent probing of the wet folds of her sex …. each thought a stimulation to her gyrating slim, sexy body.

The three buttoned jacket, with more buttons inside, allowed her to extend the time. She dropped the jacket on the floor and smiled at Handlen to see if it evoked anger or approval before proceeding to the next part of her act. She spent greater time on the ivory blouse…. revealing the exotic bra that adorned her perky breasts as little as possible all along till the end when she flung it towards the back of the stage. Turning around, she faced Handlen, her soft breasts popping out of the cups of her lace white bra. Her smooth shapely legs shook tantalizingly and a silky thigh peeked out from the slit in her skirt. She bent herself more, shaking her hips and legs faster. She realized that she was almost immersed in what she was doing, enjoying it as much as Handlen who was agonizingly squirming in his seat in excitement.

Mandy was now turning into a teasing doll, much to her own delight, as she turned around once again to face the back of the stage.

To the lonely man who sat in the hall, there was this girl on stage and he could see her leg slip out from the slit in her short black skirt. Above her waist, the back of her thin white bra, waiting to be unhooked and the delicious boobs released and free. Much to the man’s expectation and delight, Mandy had her hands to her back, all the time wiggling her body. In one fleeting second, she had unhooked the bra and daintily slid the straps down her shoulders. Holding the piece of cloth in her hand, she turned as she danced to face Handlen. She bit her lips, making an effort to be as sexy as she was before she swung her bra and threw it towards Handlen. It fell on his lap.

Just then, she heard a man suppressed coughing at the rear end of the hall but the complete darkness that engulfed the rest of the hall because of that dim light on stage, made it impossible to make out who he was.

To Mandy, it could be anyone. But, having seen none other than the two men she had seen since last evening, she guessed it was Ginger West. She stopped dancing and her strip tease came to an abrupt halt. The music however continued.

 

[cgraven]

Damn but this little beauty was sensual little bitch. Her very shyness so delightfully seductive and as Mandy slowly became lost in the cheap pounding jazz her movements had a natural sensual quality. Hell he had found himself becoming aroused by Mandy’s little striptease and it had been a long time sense a girl got to him, and none had aroused him as this petite little chestnut haired beauty was innocently doing. The way Mandy blushed as she let her jacket slip from her shoulders, the shy look in her stunning hazel eyes as her ivory blouse fluttered to the flood. Hnadlen found himself leaning forward in his seat as Mandy’s fingers toyed with the clasps of her bra. The tip of his tongue slid across his lips as he waited for Mandy to turn around, eager to see those sweet firm little tits again.

A noise behind him brought a halting stop to the stunning little beauty’s striptease to a halt. Handlen knew that it was not Ginger for West never interrupted a training session. It had to be one of the lower level gang members. It took less than a heart beat for him to make up his mind.

“Quiet mate your interrupting the young lady’s performance.”

He paused for just a minute; the only sound was the cheap beating jazz and the heavy breathing of the unseen stranger cloaked in the darkness of the room. Mandy had no way to know if it was one man or more than one that had stumbled in on them.

“No one told you to stop Babe!”

Handlen saw the adorable little blush that kissed the stunning young beauty’s flawless cheeks and the shame in her dazzling hazel eyes in Mandy’s eyes at his command. Her sweet ripe lips “O”ed as if she would protest. It was apparent that he expected her to continue her striptease and then to masturbate not only for him but for the unseen, am or men in the shadows.

When Mandy was at last naked as the day she was born Handlen reminded her that he expected her to now masturbate for their pleasure. A moment’s hesitation and then Mandy slowly slipped to the floor of the little stage her legs parting to give Handlen an unobstructed view of her delicious glistening pussy as her fingers shyly graze her soft pink folds, Mandy’s sweet little clit eager for her own touch.

A boody smile bowed his lips as Mandy’s finger slowly slipped within those sweet folds to tease her already aroused clit. He watched as the chestnut haired beauty was swept away as a second finger joined the first. He found himself mesmerized as Mandy quickly lost control and embraces the pleasure that was welling up in her. Mandy’s young hips bucks and thrash on the little stage as the stunning young girl finger fucked herself. A loud cry, this time of pure ecstasy, escaped her soft lips as she shuddered and writhed on the stage, in the throes of orgasm. Mandy’s shame flamed on her soft flawless cheeks; her delicate fingers glistened on her fingers.

“Did I tell you that you could cum Babe?”

Handlen’s voice was dark and threatening.

“Again honey and remember you must ask me permission to cum.”

Handlen knew that until yesterday Mandy had been a virgin and that this stunning young beauty had no idea how to keep herself from cuming. It was after the fifth time that Mandy failed that he commanded hapless young beauty

“Taste your sweetness bitch! Then crawl to me on your hands and knees.”

Handlen’s voice was a hard, harsh hissed command, his own arousal clear in his voice. His eyes held Mandy, like a fawn caught in the headlights of an oncoming car, That silent command beckoned her to come closer to him. His face a stone mask as he waited for her to obey. In less than an hour he had wrung several savage orgasms form her stunning young body, her time in hell had just begun.

How Handlen longed to see this gorgeous creature, who tried so hard to keep her temper, to do all she had to survive this ordeal with some shred of the girl she had been. He would push her until that firry spirit could no longer be held in check by her agile intelligent mind that was what he truly wanted.

“My but you’re a Hot little bitch and that little cunny of yours is so nice and creamy it looks good enough to eat.”

He saw the little shutter Mandy could not hide but then the resignation I her stunning hazel eyes. Handlen casually tossed her a lubed dildo, one that put even his cock to shame.

“Yet Babe that tight little ass O yours has been neglected way to long.”

His eyes his voice his very manner told Mandy exactly what he expected her to do now. Handlen saw her spirit flare, her body quiver as her hands balled and her knuckles where white then he gave her another shove.


“ And baby don’t stop until you cum babe!”

Handlen then added almost as an afterthought.

“This time you don’t have to ask permission to cum honey.”

 

[Lady_S]

If the coughing at the back of the hall had pre-empted her to an abrupt halt in her incomplete striptease, the revelation that it was not Ginger’s made the girl withdraw into a shell. She squinted in the light, staring at the darkness in the hall, as if trying to make out the identity of the man or men, who had witnessed her show....... for god knows how long.

Till now, since the previous evening, Mandy had been gradually coming out from her cocoon of shyness and conservatism. The boldness of her sexual striptease, no matter how much of a novice she might have been in this art, had got Handlen into an intoxicating hardness. But this sudden intrusion, from their own gang, caused a degree of irritation in the burly gangster. He silenced whoever was sitting in darkness outside his knowledge. This habit of secretly watching these training ‘shows’ had been going on for long but neither West nor Handlen ever objected. They knew that this was a part of the team’s recreation or relief or whatever they sought towards diversion and the two men ignored their presence when they sneaked into the hall.

On the other hand, Mandy’s mind and senses were just getting accustomed to the more specific boss and aide companion by now ...just the two that she had closely and forcefully become attached to. But, this open display of her ‘sensuality’ or ‘nakedness’ to any stranger was unthinkable and shameful to her. She stood motionless, ashamed and blushing red and pink on the stage.

“No one told you to stop Babe!” Handlen barked at the immobile Mandy.

She was almost on the verge of protesting, her instincts clawing back to resist. But her timidity and fear caved in quickly before the lecherous beast.

She began slow and imperceptible movements on the floor stage, like a mechanical doll that has been suddenly winded back into life. The sudden realisation of the presence of other men in the hall curbed her steps as she stood covered in veil of shame for some time till Handlen’s glaring eyes did the trick.

She danced her hips, swaying her body from side to side as she fumbled with the buttons of her slit skirt. Facing away from Handlen, she let it drop in a heap at her feet. Forbidden by West, she was without her panties ... naked except for her see-through thigh highs and the heeled Mary Jane’s.

Whatever may be the reason, she kept wearing these last two items. To Handlen, this very presentation seemed far too erotic and so he didn’t object. The jazz music went on monotonously.

Mandy had worked herself up to a semblance of arousal again and slowly bending her knees she let herself slip down and rest her butt on the wooden floor. Her thighs remained close to one another nestling her moist warm treasure. Keeping her womanhood hidden by her thighs and legs, she played with her breasts, running her fingers over her areola and nipples, squeezing them now and then, softly kneading her own breasts. She parted her lips, moaned a few times. It helped her partly to bring about a degree of arousal in herself while, at the same, she didn’t have to open out her thighs immediately.

Two loud harsh claps shook Mandy and she looked up from her breasts towards Handlen. Even in the mellowed light she saw the look in his stern eyes and his big hands widening out to indicate that she would have to part her legs.

Widening her legs, she still remained coy, blushing profusely once again. The men in the back were having an effect on her nerves. But she carried on with what she had to do. The instant she had fully revealed the gaping nest surrounded by the fleecy triangle, glistening in its natural moistness, she could hear a few gasps. Most of it had come from the back.

Handlen had leaned forward, wanting a closer view and his eyes were almost commanding her to begin the real show, the hot one which had occupied his mind.

Mandy began with just a soft touch, a finger just grazing along and testing her own wetness. But gradually, it became intense as she inserted a finger and then another, touching and circling the walls within and leading herself into pressing and pulling her clit in abandon as her arousal gathered intensity and need. She was amazed that as she became more and more aroused she cared little about the strangers sitting at the end of the hall. Strangers, who were not able to suppress their lust but expressed it in their sighs and moans. Soon, she was lying on her back - her discarded skirt acting as something to lie down upon.

She had her head towards the back of the stage while her legs lay bent at the knees but close and directed towards the hall … till she parted those silky thighs and revealing her pussy more clearly than before. She had raised her hips a little and the pink folds glistened like fresh petals. Her fingers played on the lips and she moaned heavily. Soon her fingers plunged into the wet hole as she became more and more wild in need. She craved for Handlen to step on to the stage, wanting to hold that monster shaft and guide it to her soaking pussy. Five times in all she had reached that point of no return and yet the man’s firm –“…… remember you must ask me permission to cum,” kept ringing in her ears. And each time, he declined.

It was only at this point, when she was wild with want, that the man permitted her that release.

Greedily, she slurped on her wet fingers ..for that is what he wanted, before crawling to the front of the stage……… “Taste your sweetness bitch! Then crawl to me on your hands and knees,”he had said, and that is what he saw.

Much as Handlen was aroused and on the verge of exploding himself, every command of his was a part of the girl’s test and a process of ushering her into their world of unfiltered sin and vice. He was stretching her, preparing her for the days that would follow and she, in turn, lapped up every exhortation from the big man. He seemed contended – the boss would be overjoyed.

The hot little bitch looked good enough to eat with that delicious cunny exposed right in frontBut he had another test … an extreme one … one that would give him extreme pleasure. As much as it would to many of their clients who had a particular preference for this only.

He casually threw a lubed dildo, a huge one in comparison to his and saw the instant horror in her eyes. Her experience of the previous night, her first in her ass, was a painful reminder. Even in the pleasures that she was gripped in, courtesy Handlen, it hurt her. She wished she could get away without doing this one but the man’s orders were firm and insistent. Her eyes looked appealingly, almost begging.

“Please Mr. Handlen,” she whispered, keeping her voice from floating to the other end of the hall, “this is so very vulgar and so demeaning …. and in front of those guys at the back.”

“Not to worry babe. Those wolves can peep and get their fun… but they’ll not touch ya … not without Ginger telling them to,” he was consoling her, as if that would help.

Mandy looked at the tool in her hand, frightening to say the least. Thankfully, it was lubed. Closing her eyes and bracing for the hurt that would surely follow, she pushed it into her little bud very gently, almost caresingly.

“Harder and faster, you tease,” yelled the beast, “or I’ll shov it in maself and break that blody sphinztr of yers.”

 

[cgraven]

Handlen wondered if Mandy had any idea how seductive she was that sweet innocent blush that kissed her cheeks and turned her the most adorable shade of pink from the tip of her little button nose to the tip of her toes. God that blush alone would make Ginger a fortune. Again he pushed Mandy’s boundaries.

“Taste your sweetness bitch! Then crawl to me on your hands and knees,”

This time Mandy did not hesitate as her fingers, shimmering with her own sweet honey nectar, slipped from that delicious pussy Handlen watched as Mandy tasted her own sweetness for the first time in her young life. He smiled as the young beauty came to him on her hands and knees, and knelt at the edge of the stage, Mandy's body shivered slightly. He could see she was beginning to become resigned to her situation, to what was going to happening to her and that Mandy wanted to get through this and come out the other side with some shred of her dignity and sanity left. Again Handlen pushed against Mandy’s boundaries, knowing that the unseen men watching her was having a defendant effect on the young girl.

“My but you’re a Hot little bitch and that little cunny of yours is so nice and creamy looks good enough to eat.”

The faint shudder of arousal that passed through Mandy’s luscious young body and then her body tensed slightly. She lowered her eyes, averting them from his, her body giving another soft shiver. Handlen enjoyed seeing Mandy squirm.

“But Babe that tight little ass O yours has been neglected way to long.”

Handlen savored the wave of pure anger pulsed through Mandy’s gorgeous supple young body. Handlen’s eyes, his voice, and his very manner told Mandy exactly what he expected her to do now. Handlen saw her spirit flare, her body quiver as her hands balled and her knuckles where white then he gave her another shove. He could see the emotions flash in the young girl’s clear expressive eyes; he couldn't expect her to do that, surely? Handlen answered that unasked question that he had seen in her eyes,

“And baby don’t stop to you cum!”

Handlen pushed Mandy even harder.

“This time you don’t have to ask permission to cum honey.”

“Please Mr. Handlen,”

Mandy whispered softly, trying her very best to not let her soft angelic voice from being heard at the other end of the hall, from being heard by the two unseen men who were enjoying her forced striptease.

“This is so very vulgar and so demeaning …. And in front of those guys at the back.”

“Not to worry babe. Those wolves can peep and get their fun… but they’ll not touch ya … not without Ginger telling them to,”

Handlen mockingly consoled the trapped young beauty. It was becoming very clear that her young life was no longer her own, and that in fact she was now owned. Mandy’s soft sweet eyes shifted between Handlen and that monstrous dildo finally Mandy’s eyes fluttered close, the young beauty, braced herself for the hurt that would surely follow, Mandy pushed it into her little bud very gently, hesitantly, as she finally surrendered and did as Handlen had commanded, he up the ante,

“Harder and faster, you tease,”

There was a harshness to the beast’s voice that left no doubt that she could expect no mercy from him. To drive the point home he sneered,

“or I’ll shov it in maself and break that blody sphinztr of yers.”

Handlen watched as Mandy tried desperately to do as he had commanded her, and yet when the petite young beauty did not come soon enough for him he decided to take young Mandy’s training to a new level.

“Not good enough babe!”

He sneered as he slowly rose from his chair and began closing in on the helpless young girl. Once more his finger’s curled curly into her lustrous chestnut hair as he dragged Mandy to her feet and dragged her to the stages pole. Handlen loved the little wildcat’s useless and futile struggles. He had made up his mind that he was not going to give Mandy a chance to plead or fight him his arm encircled her slender neck. There was a cruel note of laugher in his vice as he applied just enough pressure to the choke hold. Handlen smiled as Mandy tensed body went limp and slumped to the floor. Mandy laid there unconscious blissfully unaware of the fate that awaited her. For his part, the brute went coldly and efficiently to the task he had set himself. Strapping leather cuffs around the girl's trim little ankles, fitting the spreader bar to the brass poll and then the cuffs to the end of the bar. He hefted Mandy up as if she were a rag doll placing her on her knees making the final adjustments. When Handlen had Mandy position as he desired he smiled satisfied except for one little detail. Handlen buckled a wide leather slave collar around Mandy’s slender neck and bound it by a short lead to the brass pole.

“Perfect”

He whispered as he savored the image of the proud little wildcat kneeling, her thighs obscenely spread bearing her glistening cunny, hands cuffed behind her, her proud young breasts thrust up and out by the position she was bound in and the slave collar that would deny her the little mercy of being able to drop her head and hide in her mind. Handlen watched Mandy’s as the first stirrings of consciousness. Her hazel eyes fluttering open, the unholy fire that burned within their depths, as she recognized him towering above her. The desperation, the fear that grew as the proud little wildcat realized her predicament as she now knelt bound naked and vulnerable before the hulking brute that towered above her. Handlen loved how Mandy still struggled against the bounds that held her, testing, hoping against hope to free herself.

His eyes held Mandy’s as he let his hand fall to his side, he watched as Mandy saw the floggers in the brute’s hand, the sinuous leather tongues uncurling. He gave his wrist a little flick and those sinuous leather tongues seem to come alive. Handlen circled the bound girl the flogger at his side. He let her fear of the unknown build, the anticipation of that first strike grow in Mandy’s mind till it held her helpless in it is grip. Handlen draped the flogger over Mandy’s shoulder as he circled her. He watched her cringe at its first sensual touch, the way those sinuous tongues slithered across her shoulder, cascaded over her breasts, one leathery tongue clung to Mandy’s left nipple before it feel to brush the young girl’s inner thigh. Handlen loved tormenting Mandy with their soft sensual caress. He smiled, and as the girl’s sweet, musky scent grew ever stronger as her stunning young body now seemed to arch to that subtitle caress. Then with a flick of his wrist he let Mandy feel the firry kiss as those sinuous tongues licked at Mandy’s firm breast and rose pink nipples.

 

[Lady_S]

Mandy’s efforts hadn’t pleased Handlen which, in his frame of mind, seemed far too little. Out of the corner of her eyes she could see the man get out of his seat and rush on to the stage, jumping his paces. His intention was clear to the girl and, shaken as she was, she had stopped whatever efforts that she had been making with the monstrous toy in her hand. Before she could fully comprehend the extent of his displeasure he had swooped on the frightened girl. He pulled her up, wrapping a few thick fingers around her curly hair, as she cried out in excruciating pain. Violently dragged towards the stage pole, the hapless girl found it impossible to fight back or pull away. Even before she could realize, the big man’s arm was around her neck throttling her and, gasping for breath, she was violently flapping her hands and legs like wings of a wounded bird. She was losing consciousness fast as darkness engulfed her. But before passing into oblivion, in one final act of resistance, she had dug her pointed nails of one hand into the man’s thighs.

When Mandy regained consciousness she was aghast to see the position she was in. The immediate feeling was that of something moving over her breasts and thinking that to be some centipede or insect that had found her way on to her naked body, she yelped. In the process, however, she was awakened to the stark reality of her helpless condition, now that her senses had returned. It was no centipede this but the leather tresses of a flogger that roamed across, trying to ignite the fire within her. Desperately, she wanted to free herself.

Her valiant effort to free her hands was met with resistance – not from the man though. Her slender wrists, she guessed, were cuffed behind her back and each tug only resulted with more pain. She realized she was on her knees and that, indecently and shamefully, her thighs had been forced wide apart in that posture, exposing her fleecy triangle and her cunny, still moist as a result of her earlier sensual displays. As she tried to turn her face, she became aware of the collar and the attached chain that had been secured to the stage pole. It was impossible for her to move her head and she could only look pathetically at the horrible Handlen who stood in front with the flogger in his hand.

Handlen smiled haughtily, taking pleasure in seeing the pitiable and humiliated condition of the once proud and haughty girl. She had already lost her virginity. Even her ass had not been spared. And now, she had been exhibited naked before the lowly gangsters that sat and enjoyed from their seats at the end of the hall. She had even been forced to show her raw and lustful needs at the command of the grotesque man who controlled her in this hall of ignominy….. almost deliberately to those who were there. And to culminate the process of her debasement she was now positioned and projected as a submissive and bound slave, awaiting punishment for her failure to give a lively show, that of an aroused and sensual girl, who in the throes of her passion, would go to any extent to satiate her need.
To Handlen, Mandy in every way possible was thoroughly fit for becoming the most desirable object of pleasure in Ginger West’s armory and this able aide was certain that she would be worth her weight in gold in the society in which they interacted.

“Look lov, you aint got no more chance cause you hav no morals left in ya .. you gotta let that sex steam outta yer body babe … and you gotta show that NOW this very moment…. god help ya if ya cant … I am gonna use this damn flogga on yer pretty body and the scars shall stay fer the rest of yer life.” Handlen bent his body and roared the words into Mandy’s ears.

Little did the beast realize that the leather tails were indeed having an effect on the girl and each tingling touch, not that of pain but that of arousal, were quickly changing her approach to her predicament.

Handlen circled the girl, the touches from the flogger become more and more of an arousal as it ran over her now hardened nipples and to the corners of her armpits before moving down to her belly button. Back it went, running over the curves of her rounded butt curves and the crack that separated the two where it hovered for a while, delicately brushing over the spot again and again.

Mandy found these alarming at first. Not because they hurt but because they didn’t. She soon realized that the intention of the manipulator was totally different from what he was trying to project. He was testing the extent of arousal that the flogger could create on this girl and how perceived threats, although initially creating fear in her, brought about rapid changes of a different kind altogether.

Having caught on to the man’s play, she tried to be defensive. She made a valiant attempt in turning her mind away …. from the man, the flogger, the hall … wanting to drift away from the present to the days of her innocence.

Just then the leather tresses had slowly moved across to her front and slid below to her crotch. The movements were slow and gradual, with deft touches as of an artist as it began teasing the girl’s mound, then on to the labia, pleasing both the inner and outer lips, till Mandy was leaking helplessly and squirming despite her bondage.

Handlen could smell her sex and it pleased him. He had transferred the flogger to his left hand, and while he still held the knotted handle he stretched his right hand towards the kneeling girl. A finger probed the wetness at first, sadistically tasting it as he brought the wet finger to his mouth. His face showed his delight.

The girl would resist but she would yield, she would impress as a prude but equally, she would be one horny bitch in the end. Handlen had to report this to the boss.

 

[cgraven]

Handlen’s black heart savored every little gasp, every, little shutter of pleasure as the leather caressed Mandy’s soft velvet skin. The look of real fear in those stunning hazel eyes and then how they softened as those sinuous leathery tongues slowly seduced the bound and kneeling beauty. Handlen kept the delicious young beauty off balance, the pain that Mandy expected did not come. He bided his time waiting, waiting for the perfect moment. Mandy’s obscenely spread and vulnerable fold glistened with her shameful arousal. The pearly dewy drops of her arousal weeping from her as that liquid fire pooled once more in her belly.

His eyes met hers when he struck, the look of shock in Mandy’s soft hazel eyes as those sinuous leathery tongues curled around Mandy’s gorgeous young body to lick at Mandy’s firm young breasts and taunt little rose pink nipples. For the first time in her young life Mandy felt the seductive fiery kiss of the lash.

Mandy Oh how he loved how Mandy’s gorgeous, bound body, seemed to arched again, arched to the fiery kiss of the lash, but it was the sound that she made seemed to surprise her,……….surprised Handlen too. A sound of pleasure escaped Mandy’s moist ripe lips, an actual moan. At once, her eyes widened with shock and shame. Handlen drank in the pure dark beauty of it as he savored the look in her eyes and the shame the kissed her cheeks. With a diabolical skill, the brute began to school Mandy’s supple young body to the sensual caress and the stinging, fiery kiss of leather. He mixed and mingled pleasure and pain so skillfully that slowly they began to become one in a dark twisted pleasure that the hapless young beauty could never have imagined in all her born days.

“Tell me what you want babe!”

Those tongues kissed Mandy’s throbbing nipples.

“Who are you babe?”

They licked at her soft velvet inner thighs.

“What are you?”

The firry kiss of those sinuous leathery tongues exploded across Mandy’s bared pussy. Handlen watched what little remained of Mandy’s proud arrogance crumble before the sensual caresses of those sinuous tongues and their seductively firry kisses as he stripped bare the last of Miss Mandy’s pretences in the purifying liquid fire of her dark pleasure as the half-gasped half screamed broke form her lips. Her shimmering hazel eyes met Handlen’ midnight blue eyes and she saw mirrored in them the truth, shining darkly in her own eyes.


Those firry sinuous leathery tongues eagerly licked at Mandy’s hot wet pussy and throbbing clit. Handlen resumed schooling Mandy’s gorgeous supple body in the dark pleasures of the agony and the ecstasy the flogger. He smiled down into her smoldering hazel eyes, her torturer soul bared to him even as her stunning young body strained against her bonds to the caress and kiss of those sinuous tongues.

“Tell me how you want to be taken SLAVE!”

The word sensually whispering, the reality they both knew was no longer deniable.

“What will you deny me? Shall I make you cum to the kiss of the lash?”

Mandy’s trembling body quivering on the edge of the abyss, suddenly berifted of the sensual caress and seductive fiery kiss of those sinuous leathery tongues.

 

[Lady_S]

The initial moments, when fear had overtaken every nerve of her body at the sight of the flogger in Handlen’s hand, soon receded to something different for Mandy. The soft caresses of the flogger were almost seducing her further and further into deeper arousal. Recollections of what little she had heard or read about BDSM and the use of floggers as a toy raced through her mind. She knew the lashes would follow, they had to, but would it hurt? Would the tails cut across her tender skin? It was this pain that she was worried about even though, till now, they were taking her to dizzying heights of pleasure of a different kind.

In her current stage of sensuality, Mandy didn’t have too much control over herself. Tied as she was and kneeling naked on the stage with her thighs drawn apart, revealing the essence of her sex, she was already a picture of obscenity. And while she didn’t want to be obscene, the man had ensured that she was willingly becoming more and more salacious. Each move that he made was making Mandy want to be more obscene.

Just when she was torn between a fear of pain and a wish to taste the lashes of those leather tails, the first crack came unexpectedly. In her moment of craving she had looked at Handlen, her eyes unable to hide her shame at this sudden humiliation. But her arousal was deep and, as if on cue, the man struck. Strangely, she felt no pain. The flogger, no matter how scary it might have looked, didn’t hurt at all. Rather, the sensation was totally different. The lashes were soft and the man certainly knew how and where to strike. She bore the stings, unable to fathom how such terrifying object of punishment could be bereft of any pain and yield such pleasures that were taking her to dizzying heights of sensuality and arousal.

Little did Mandy know that Handlen and his kind were well practiced in the art of seduction and the aim of punishment, through whatever means or aides, were really with a wider intention that was really seduction. This man had become much experienced in the art of using a flogger and knew just how to whip and where to sting those leather tails. They had the best ones, selected for different subs – the softer variety for inexperienced ones like Mandy. The tails massaged on her sensitive spots, without circling the entire body that could surely cut and hurt. He struck her succulent breasts, her luscious butt curves and the now copiously leaking pink folds down below. Mandy was in a wreck – she reeked of sex.

“Tell me what you want babe!”

“Who are you babe?

“What are you?”

Each of Handlen’s questions followed the other as he took a lull in harsh whipping and resorted to gentle caresses of the flogger over her sensitive areas. As the tails roamed over her wet pussy she had lost all traces of resistance. She had been set free by this man and she needed him to continue with what he had begun. Oh! Why did he have to stop? She was restless for more, almost groaning in a need that was a revelation to the grotesque man who stood beside her.

“I want more, more with that you hold in your hand,” Mandy felt like crying out, yet even now the words would not come out of her mouth.

“Tell me how you want to be taken SLAVE!”

Oh god! The man’s words struck her where she had lost herself in her fantasies so many times.

“What will you deny me? Shall I make you cum to the kiss of the lash?”

Mandy had reached the end of her resistance. Couldn’t Handlen see for himself to what stage she had driven her? Did she have to blurt out what hid in her inner most thoughts? Hid? Who was she kidding? What else remained unknown to Handlen and his boss? Since the previous evening she had succumbed to her own desires not just once but ……. and each time, after her initial resistance, she had shown herself to be a girl with a need that could not be easily satiated.

When the flogger remained inert in its whipping, despite her eyes pleading for more, Mandy could no longer remain silent.

“Take me. Treat me as your slave. In any way you want, as savagely as you can.”

 

[cgraven]

Handlen's eyes were on Mandy’s savoring the expressions that played across that flawless angelic face. Then with a flick of his wrist the strokes began to come faster, pain and pleasure coursing through Mandy. At first, alternately, causing a mix of moans and yelps to escape her soft ripe lips. Then, slowly, surely, the pleasure and pain mixed. Her tired mind became confused, bending the pain, making it all the more pleasurable.

Her gorgeous young body continued to arch, writher in response to each deliberate stroke of the flogger and the stunning young redhead danced to the tune Handlen played across her supple young body with those sensual, seductive leathery tongues. Mandy’s arousal grew so much faster, her mind whirling, confused, unable to hide her responses and feelings, all she could do was display her every feeling, every response to him.


““Tell me what you want babe!”


Those tongues kissed Mandy’s throbbing nipples and for a moment she couldn't speak. He could see Mandy’s lips moving trying to form the words to give voice to her shameful desires but still Mandy’s could not bring herself to. But the pleasure was finally overriding her sense, turning her feelings round. There was another hit to her sensitive thighs and she groaned out, her body jerked.


Handlen watched what little remained of Mandy’ pride crumble before the sensual caresses of those sinuous tongues and their seductively firry kisses as he stripped bare the last of Miss Amanda’s pretences. He watched the dark swirling beauty of her shattering pleasure as he wrung the truth from her parched quivering lips.


“What will you deny me? Shall I make you cum to the kiss of the lash?”


In the purifying liquid fire of her dark pleasure, Mandy had spoken the whole truth from the very depths of her tortured soul. As the half-gasped half screamed broke form her lips,

“Take me. Treat me as your slave. In any way you want, as savagely as you can.”

Mandy shimmering hazel eyes met Handlen’ midnight cold gray eyes and she saw mirrored in them the truth shining darkly in her own eyes.

SLAVE!”

That was what she was their SLAVE!” ! Their creature to do with and use as they pleased, when they pleased, and how they pleased. At each pause, those firry sinuous leathery tongues that eagerly licked at Mandy’s hot wet pussy and throbbing clit. Handlen resumed schooling Mandy’s gorgeous supple young body in the dark pleasures of the agony and the ecstasy the flogger could grant her. He smiled down into her smoldering hazel eyes her torturer soul bared to him even as her stunning young body strained against her bonds, arching to the sensual caress and seductive kiss of those sinuous tongues.


“Tell me how you want to be taken SLAVE!”


The word sensually whispering the reality they both knew was no longer deniable.


“What will you deny me?”


He saw the truth in Mandy’s eyes even before she had spoken.


“Shall I make you cum to the kiss of the lash?”


He had again seen the answer in her eyes and stilled his hand until she answered. Mandy’s trembling body, quivering on the edge of the abyss. Suddenly berifted of the caress and kiss of those sinuous leathery tongues, Handlen said nothing, did nothing, as the girl wept in frustration and need, and had been Mandy’s answer.

“Take me. Treat me as your slave. In any way you want, as savagely as you can.”

He circled her make her wait. Then Mandy heard the faint click of a key in a lock. She now could drop her head, soon her ankles where free and finally her hands. The only bond left was the slave collar Handlen had placed around her slender neck. Handlen was once again in front of Mandy towering over her.


“ Come kneel here as you where when I bound you to the pole Amanda.”


He pointed to a spot just at his feet and waited for Mandy to obey, to assume the position in which she had been bound to the pole, her moment of truth lay at hand. One the life she had known, and the girl she had been. The other a dark unknown life that only offered her a rebirth as THEIR slave.

The silence lingered as Handlen waited for Mandy to obey his command. The sinuous leather tongues of the flogger seemed to hold their breath waiting, hungering, for the taste of her delicious young body, and for Mandy to come crawling begging, for Mandy to truly offer herself up to their firry kisses body and soul. All seemed to stand still waiting for the stunning young redheads to make her decision waiting for Amanda to died, the SLAVE Mandy to be born, to come crawling on hands and knees to claim what she so shamelessly desired. To come to the sensually seductive call of the flogger.

CRACK

The greedy leather tongues of the flogger lapped at Mandy are naked and expose pussy. No longer was she bound by chains and cuff to the brass pole, now the only thing that bound Mandy in pace was her own sinful desire, for the most forbidden of pleasures.

CRACK


Those sinuous tongues licked at Mandy’s throbbing nipples, clawed at her firm breasts. His eyes, Handlen’s eyes, Her Master’s eyes held hers. What would her friends say as they sat in the Posh side walk cafes tittering about the latest theater opening if they could she her now.

CRACK


The flogger danced across Mandy’s velvet inner thighs. What would her friends say if they could see her now as she craved the brutal hand, of the brute towering above her, no longer the little princess to be pampered, wooed and cajoled. But a little wonton slave craving the seductive caress and sting kiss of leather. The heavy sweet musky scent of her arousal hung heavy in the still air of the Butler’s pantry. She was so close now her body straining, arching to the flogger her eyes begging, pleading with Handlen.


CRACK


Searing pain exploded in Mandy’s pussy and a blinding flash of pure dark pleasure engulfed her as nothing else had in her young life. Handlen had indeed done what Mandy had so desperately begged for.

 

[Lady_S]

Amanda had reached heights of inexplicable pleasure. Each moment, each crack of the flogger was another step in freeing her of all shackles and she realised that she was now a craving wreck. How could these demands in her remain so outwardly calm and unexpressed? She had, without their forcing her to, become a slave to her own desires. She was in a stupor, looking at Handlen with eyes that expressed complete surrender.

Yet, to Handlen, there was certain incompleteness in Mandy that needed to be attended to. She would have to become the perfect ‘girl,’ the perfect tool, for what he and Ginger West had in mind. And to this end, this girl would have to go through more rigorous training and orientation in areas that were considered necessary to have control over those who mattered in society …… in the art of seduction, of sexual tolerance, of unashamed exhibitionism and more unabashed kinkiness. It was only then that she would become the high society girl, catering to the needs of the elite that would help Ginger West to fulfil what he had in mind in expanding his business.

Handlen walked a few paces towards the front of the stage and, with the flogger still in hand, bellowed at the gang who still gaped at Mandy from their seats.

“Aint’t got no work? Get the hell outta here!” His words were enough for the few men to beat a hasty departure, leaving both Handlen and Mandy alone in the hall. As the men left, he walked back to Mandy and stood in front of the girl whose eyes spoke of her inner craving.

“Get up girl,” he said as he helped her up and freed her from her bondage. Her breasts heaved as she breathed heavily, her nipples taut and proud. She glanced at the flogger still in Handlen’s hand. He raised the flogger and softly brushed the tails on the nipples of the now standing Mandy sending renewed shivers of excitement in her. Handlen continued with what he was doing with the flogger for a while before lowering to below his waist. Instead, he had now stretched his arm and played with the girl’s nubs as if these were his play things.

“Got to give it to you, you got the most intense appetite for sex that I gotta to see in a girl for a while,” Handlen rumbled, “the perfect attitude for a slut in the making. Come on, we’ll see what the boss has to say.“

Handlen turned, indicating to the naked girl to follow him. Meekly Amanda followed the burly man whole led her back again through the way she had come till she was back to the room where she found Ginger West sitting at his desk.

“She has got it in her Ginger,” Handlen spoke out, ”but she has to be put through the areas we have in mind for her more rigorously …. If you can understand what I mean till she is assigned to the …ummm… duties.”

Ginger West looked at the girl and then at Handlen.

“Yes Handlen?” he enquired.

“She must be trained on the ways of seduction, she has got to experience pain …. ohh she is able to taste pain alright but … we gotta to get her to know what’s sexual tolerance and how that’s supposed to give pleasure to our big guys who matter. Get her to exhibit and seduce and even put in a lot of kinky stuff in her. What do ya say boss?”

From his looks it couldn’t be said that Ginger West disagreed with what Handlen had put up for his approval. Mandy could see the twitching smile on his face and the certain indication to go and sit on his lap.

Although there was a remarkable change in Mandy’s inhibitions till now, the latest intentions that she heard from Handlen’s mouth didn’t sound too encouraging. She could already feel fear creeping in.… the fear of the unknown.

As she came up to Ginger and stood in front, he pulled her on to his lap.

“Mr. West,” Mandy sounded scared, “I can’t make out a word of what your man intends to do, but it can’t be nice for me, can it? Haven’t you hurt me enough?”

Even as she said this Mandy could hear Handlen’s amused chuckle behind her.

 

[cgraven]

As Mandy stood there in all her naked glory before Ginger’s with her soft eyes demurely lowered Handlen smiled at the memory of their recently completed training session. The way Mandy knelt before him her dark smoldering hazel eyes never leaving his, even as her dark pleasure grew. Even as her sharp gasps of pleasure shuttered into little whimpering mewls of need. Her eyes still held his. Mandy’s body remained upright; her thighs wide open, exposing her dripping pussy. Her hands behind her back, her back arched offering up her firm young breasts. Mandy had held her head high, her face gazing up to her master, her expression was again completely open to his gaze and reading. She was held there by her desire alone as if she were bound by the strongest of chains.

Handlen had savored the explosion of pain and dark pleasure that coursed through her, making her body arch……….. The cry of pain and dark ecstasy that “O”ed Mandy’s parched lips as she came for him. He had watched the desperate struggle as the quivering beauty had been engulfed by her dark searing pleasure struggled to maintain the pose that only her firry spirit bond her to. Her body arched, shuddered, convulsed.. Her breath came I short violent gasp that caught I her throat as Mandy had fought for each life giving breath. Then almost as quickly as that savage searing pleasure had claimed her in its firry embrace it fade her breathing slowly returning to normal.

Handlen had Looped the flogger around her slender neck as he stooped down drawing her parched lips to his. He claimed her sweet mouth in a savage kiss as he raped her with his tongue. When he broke that kiss, he had smiled at her flushed cheeks and how her heart was racing just from that kissed.

“A good little slave always thanks her master, for any attention he shows her.”

He savored the girl’s meek little whispered answer.

"T..thank you, Master."


“She never argues or refuses his simple little requests….IF she does she will be punished.”

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Now as the naked young beauty stood mutely before Ginger she had to here an evaluation of her sexual performance at the hands of Handlen. The brut looked at Mandy, he held her eyes as he spoke.

“She has got it in her Ginger, the little Miss got the most intense appetite for sex that I gotta to see in a girl for a while, but she has to be put through the areas we have in mind for her more rigorously …. If you can understand what I mean till she is assigned to the …ummm… duties.”

Ginger saw the little shutter that passed through Mandy’s gorgeous young body. Saw how that supple perfection of that body went ridged. West crooked his finger for Mandy come closer and when she did he drew her on to his lap. His fingers traced idle little patterns on the girl’s velvet inner thighs.

“She must be trained on the ways of seduction, she has got to experience pain …. oh she is able to taste pain alright but … we gotta to get her to know what’s sexual tolerance and how that’s supposed to give pleasure to our big guys who matter. Get her to exhibit and seduce and even put in a lot of kinky stuff in her. What do ya say boss?”

“Mr. West,”

Ginger could hear the fear in Mandy’s voice.

“I can’t make out a word of what your man intends to do, but it can’t be nice for me, can it? Haven’t you hurt me enough?”

Mandy could hear Handlen’s amused chuckle behind her.

“Well let us see what Mandy has learned so far.”

Ginger voice had that no familiar note of a command.

“ Assume the position that Mr. Handlen had you assume.”

West le Mandy slip from his lap to assume the position he had demanded of her. Turning to Handlen.

“Handlen bring me a flogger,”

Then to Mandy.

Seduce me and please Mandy.