NoEasyWayOut (12 page)

“No of course not. But it would be unfair of me to do this and
not compensate you, wouldn’t it?” He lunged forward, gripped her blouse and
ripped it sharply open so the buttons sprang off and the cloth ripped, exposing
her bra underneath.

He leaned back in his seat and surveyed her. “Nice. Very
nice. You look like you’ve just been attacked.”

I have
, she wanted to say but he flicked the two
switches and she arched her back, her head thrown back as the moan of pleasure
escaped her lips. “Stop, stop. It’s not fair.”

“Oh, it never is.” He stopped the toys and began to fondle
her breast through the black lace of her bra. He reached into his bag and
pulled out a pair of scissors. The glinting blade made her flinch and she was
glad the cameras were on.

“Keep still.” She froze as he leaned toward her. He gathered
the delicate lace of her bra cup in his hand, rubbing it between his fingers,
checking it was just lace and not skin before cutting it. He looked at what he
had done. A rough circle of lace had gone from her left cup, leaving her nipple
and some of the surrounding flesh spilling through. He pinched her nipple hard
and she gasped.

“You should wear this style more often. But it’s a little
uneven.” He cut the other side so both nipples were revealed and gave her
breasts a gentle slap, making them jump and jiggle. “Very nice.” He took a sip
of his drink. “So how are you, Ruthanne?”

She couldn’t bring herself to make small talk, not when she
was sitting with her blouse ripped open and her breasts and nipples showing
through the roughly cut holes in her bra.

“Are you well?”

She opened her mouth to speak and he flipped both switches
again. Her back arched and she cried out. Each time was more intense. Each time
she was more tender, more aroused, more ready to come.

He turned them off. “I’m not sure your conversation is up to
much but you make up for it in other ways.” He smiled at her, completely
relaxed. “Have a drink now while you can. I have plans for that pretty little
mouth of yours.”

She sipped the wine and then took a big gulp of it. She didn’t
know what was going to happen next but she felt fairly sure being a bit tipsy
might help. She lowered her head again, trying to picture where the cameras
were, what each one would see and how she could hide from them.

Daniel looked around the room. “Where would I like you? Over
the back of the sofa?” He looked at her and raised his eyebrows. “Facedown? I
wonder. That would give me good access to your delightful behind but it would
hide these.” He reached out and flicked one of her nipples, making her gasp.

“Or on the coffee table. Face up so I can see you. That
might work. But,” he paused, like it was a weighty decision. “Then I wouldn’t
be able to spank your ass and I know how much you love that. What do you think,
Ruthanne? Facedown over the back of the sofa or face up on the coffee table?”

“I don’t know. The sofa?” It would hide her face at least.

He smiled. “So that means you would quite like a good
spanking, wouldn’t you?”

She shook her head then remembered to speak so her voice
would be picked up by the cameras. “I don’t want you to spank me.”

“What?” Daniel looked amazed. “You don’t want me to? But you
seemed to love it last time. I remember how hard it was to stop you from
coming. And the way you screamed when I did finally let you come. Oh no. You
can’t pretend. You loved it.”

“But I don’t want you to do it, not today. Not now.”

“Really? I tell you what, Ruthanne, because I am a kind and
gentle person and because I only have your pleasure in mind, I’ll spank you and
if you don’t like it I’ll stop. Is that acceptable?”

This wasn’t good. He’s seeming too reasonable, too
caring. He’ll never look like the monster he is on film. Should I provoke him?
Dare I refuse?
“No,” she said again. “I don’t want you to.”

“Very well. Of course I would never go against your wishes.
Just stand up and let me look at you then.”

She stood slowly, surprised he had given in so easily.
Perhaps all this filming wasn’t necessary. Perhaps all she had to do was say
no. “Thanks, Daniel,” she said, pleased that he was listening to her.

He had stood too and moved behind her, stroking her back,
massaging her neck. It felt lovely and she began to relax under the feel of his
hands on her skin, on her tight tense muscles. Then she felt something else—a
click on her wrist. He pulled her other hand back and clicked that too.

“Handcuffs,” he whispered, his tongue licking slowly down
the side of her neck and along the top of her shoulder, making her shiver. Her
hands were behind her, cuffed together. “But not too tight. After all I wouldn’t
want to hurt you.” As he spoke he reached a hand around and gripped one of her
nipples and squeezed it hard, making her cry out in pain.

He sunk to the ground and she knew he was going to cuff her
ankles too. She moved her feet, trying to stop him but not wanting to fall
over. It was so hard to balance once your hands were behind your back. “No,”
she said.

Then he turned the switches.

She had almost forgotten about the toys. The eggs moved inside
her and she bent over, crying out. The bullet buzzed against her and all she
could think about was whether he would leave it on long enough for her to come.
But then it stopped. “Oh, oh,” she panted.

“Did you want me to carry on?” He was in front of her again,
toying with the remote. “Do you want more?”

“Yes, no.” She felt breathless. Her legs were wide apart.
She tried to stand properly but she couldn’t. She looked down to see a cuff on
each ankle and a bar in between them, about 30 inches long.

“A spreader bar. It does what you’d expect. It spreads you.
You can’t close your legs at all.”

She stood there, her legs apart, her skirt tight around her
thighs, her blouse ripped open and her breasts spilling through the holes in
her bra. Her arms were behind her and she couldn’t close her legs.

Daniel was watching her, a smile on his face. “You look
almost ready. But first let’s get this access sorted.” He took the scissors
again and cut up from the knee-length hem of her skirt.

Immediately she could move her legs more.

He stopped cutting when he got to the top of her thighs. “Let’s
give you a micro-mini. I think that will suit you.” He cut roughly around her
skirt, leaving it so short it left nothing to the imagination. Her smart
business skirt was now barely grazing her bottom.

He felt under her skirt, pressing the little bullet more
tightly against her clit, rubbing it over her for a second and she moaned
again. She had been in this state of arousal for hours now. She needed to come
soon. Then she could focus again, then she would be able to think straight. But
right now she just needed him to touch her, one more rub, one more touch but he
stopped.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” he said, “Close to coming. But
not yet. Not until I say so. Now let’s get you bent over the back of this sofa.”
He led her, hooking a finger under her bra strap and pulling her while she
shuffled, taking awkward steps with the spreader bar holding her legs apart. He
pushed her when she reached the back of the sofa and she bent over it, her
chest resting on it, her ass raised high in the air.

“Nice,” he said, his hand caressing her naked butt cheeks
each side of the flimsy material of the panties. “Oh, I almost forgot. Stay
there. Don’t run away. Oh, you can’t can you?” He took something else out of
the bag. “Here you are.” He waved something big and black in front of her face.
“Just a little something for you.”

“It’s huge,” she replied.

“Indeed. A very large black dildo. Well it’s more of a
vibrator really. Look what it can do.” He flicked a switch and the head of it
twisted around, then he touched something else and the body vibrated, leaping
and writhing in his hands. “It’s got the most powerful motor available. I
described you to the shop owner, your likes and dislikes, what you needed and
he recommended this. He said it’s for women who really need to know they’ve got
something big and powerful inside them, women who need that bit more.”

“Daniel.” Ruthanne was dismayed, hoping he hadn’t really
been talking about her in an adult goods store. “And you can’t put that in me,”
she said, dreading the thought of something so big trying to force its way
inside her. “It’s too big. And I’ve got the eggs in.”

“We’ll see. But for now let’s turn it off and you can hold
it in your mouth. Open wide.”

She shook her head.

“If it doesn’t go in your mouth I’ll put it somewhere else
right now,” he threatened.

She opened her mouth. Her lips only just stretched around
it. He arranged a few cushions from the sofa so it was propped up and she could
just hold the first couple of inches in her mouth. The silicone was soft and
squashy and she pushed her tongue against it so it couldn’t go in too far.

He watched her. “Yes. I like to think of you sucking on that
enormous cock while I attend to the other end.”

He disappeared behind her.

Ruthanne closed her eyes, wondering what Ed would make of
all this, whether he’d still like her, still respect her, still want her, after
he’d seen this.

Daniel lifted what was left of her skirt up over her ass. He
was touching her, his hands caressing, stroking, gentle, squeezing the flesh of
her cheeks, stroking it, pulling her cheeks gently apart, tracing a delicate
finger between them, making her shiver.

He pulled the panties to one side slightly and she tensed as
she felt his fingers began to find their way between her legs. He stroked her
outer lips gently then her inner ones, his fingers soft and delicate. He
pressed against the opening of her hole and she felt his fingers slip inside.

“You are so wet, Ruthanne. It’s running out of you.”

She squeezed her eyes more tightly closed.

He was feeling inside her now, two fingers pushing all the
way in, stretching her, feeling the eggs, pushing them deeper in, moving them.

She moaned and twisted a little.

“You should wear these every day. I think they’re good for
you.” He pushed harder inside her and she groaned again. He switched the eggs
on and she heard him laugh as they started moving inside her with his fingers
still in her too. “Very nice. I can see why they make you so wet.”

She hoped he’d switch the other toy on too so she could
finally come.

He withdrew his fingers and she felt him wipe his hands on
the back of her blouse. He left the eggs switched on but didn’t turn on the
other toy.

She wriggled, trying to rub her clit against the back of the
sofa, trying to get the sensation again.

“Bad girl. You’re trying to make yourself come, aren’t you,
like a dog in heat? Well, you can’t come until I’ve done this.”

Smack
. The paddle came down on her behind and she
flinched and cried out, pushing the dildo out of her mouth.

“Does it hurt?”

“Yes,” she said. “How many more?”

“Just until you’re nice and pink.”
Smack.
He brought
it down hard again, sending shock waves through her flesh.

She closed her eyes tight, trying to block out the sharp,
stinging pain.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Yes. Please.”

He rubbed between her legs and she moaned.

“You’re so wet. I don’t think you do want me to stop, do
you?”

She shook her head. “No, yes. I don’t know.”

He touched her again between her legs and she pushed against
his hand, wanting him to touch her more, harder, to make her come finally.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” she admitted.

“Do you want me to make you come?”

“Yes.”

Smack.
He hit her hard again, the paddle coming down
across her buttocks.

She screamed, flinching away from the paddle. She wondered
how much of the redness on her buttocks would show on the film and whether
Daniel would keep doing it if he knew he was being filmed.

“I thought you’d like that.” He hit her again three more
times, the smacking sound ringing through the apartment.

She felt her buttocks burning, the stinging and the heat in
them somehow making her clit hotter too. She rubbed herself against the back of
the sofa, wanting him to turn on the clit toy, wanting him to make her come.

“Oh Ruthanne, you really will have to wait. Look at this
first. It’s new.” He dangled it in front of Ruthanne’s face. “The man in the
shop recommended this for you too once he’d heard all about you.”

She opened her eyes. It was a narrow black paddle, like he’d
used on her before.

“Can you see what it says? Can you read it? No I suppose it’s
like trying to read in a mirror.”

She could see a word in raised silicone on the face of the paddle.

“It says SLUT. And now it says SLUT all over your backside.
Well,” he corrected himself, “Not quite all over. I still have some work to do.”

He touched her bottom gently. Was he tracing over the
letters?

He pulled the panties away from her butt, which made the
little bullet press tighter against her.

She groaned.

“Don’t move.”

It was difficult not to rub against it. She wanted to come
so much.

“Suck on the dildo again. I want your mouth full.”

She stretched her mouth around it again, feeling it fill her
mouth.

The blows came down again, each one stinging, making a
resounding slapping sound, making her flinch and moan.

He covered each butt cheek and then started on the top of
her thighs. This was even more painful and she moved her legs, trying to escape
but the spreader bar was holding her legs wide apart.

“You’re a slut. A slut. Look. That’s what it says and you
know it’s true.”

“Slut, slut, slut,” he said loudly each time he spanked her.