Agent Fatale: Payback

Agent Fatale : Payback

Sandra meets some old friends.

Dear readers, this is my first story in this language. There are 9 more parts in german language. Please be merciful if not every word could be translated correctly.

A short description:

Sandra Morales is the main character. She is 27 years and her perfect body is sufficiently described in the story. In her private life, she love her master Ron Dexter, an investment banker. Sandra is submissive to him. She likes to be humiliated and punished by him. She loves hard BDSM sessions organized by Ron Dexter.

Professionally, she is the Special Agent Sandra Morales. She works for the secret service in a small special organization. Sandra gets special jobs due to her physical abilities that men can't fulfill. Unfortunately, not everything always works out and so she occasionally experiences some sessions with her opponents. This is her occupational risk.

Now one more thing: If you don't like bondage, rape and whip, then please don't read and choose another story. I wish everyone else a lot of fun and enjoyment. I am very happy to receive feedback from you. I may translate the other 9 parts, but it's a lot of work.

****

Sandra escaped Prince Massoud at the last second. Paul Larryman, of all people, rescued Sandra from a hopeless situation.

Prince Massoud had lost Sandra in a camel race to his friend Sheikh Hatun. It was his commitment.

"Hatun, if I lose, you'll get it. You can reward your men." Sheik Hatun smiled. "She is an impure hooker in a beautiful body. There are 40 prisoners vegetating in my dungeon. They haven't seen a woman for months. If I win, I'll throw them to eat! You will treat the hooker appropriately, Massoud." Massoud laughed broadly and struck.

Massoud's camel lost the race and so Sandra's fate was sealed. The sheik grinned. "The last woman in prison was a British journalist. Since then, she has disappeared without a trace."

She was spared that thanks to Paul Larryman. He suddenly appeared together with Stefania Newman and some men. The police and men from the American embassy ended the spectacle before it could begin.

Two days later, they were able to leave together with Stefania Newman. Paul Larryman still had to pay his price. Sandra put in a good word for him, but that still cost him his job. Now he sat three floors below and processed tax registrations from small businesses.

***

Sandra's Morning Ritual

For Ron it was always a special highlight to watch her during her morning workout. Sandra started every morning with various stretching exercises. Ron liked to watch her while he puffed and squeezed his dumbbells. She crossed her feet and bent her upper body to the floor. She showed him her firm butt very provocatively. At this sight, he would have liked to take her from behind immediately. At some point she sat on the mat doing the splits, resting her head on her left knee, then on her right knee. She touched her feet with her hands. Everything looked very easy, even when she leaned backwards while standing, touching her calves with her hands. A position that Ron would like to try with her. From there she got into a handstand liquid. This program lasted 30 minutes before she got to the second part.

Six punching balls were mounted on poles at different heights. The lowest was 170 cm above the ground, the highest 210 cm. Sandra stood in the middle and took a fighting stance. Then it started. With both feet she worked one after the other. With the right with the left, then also with the hands. Two with their feet, the other two with their hands. Her long legs flew through the room like the blades of scissors. She did this again and again at a speed that was unbelievable for Ron. Ron thought silently.

"She would send ten guys to the boards in 30 seconds."

That calmed him down. His Sandra is a real fighting machine that you shouldn't mess with.

The balls on the thick feathers trembled and vibrated for twenty long minutes without a break. Every kick was a hit. Sandra was completely sweaty and exhausted after 20 minutes. The white top stuck to her big tits like a second skin. On her tanned, hard belly there were countless beads of sweat. One of these balls had to believe in it at the end. Like a boxer, she gave him extra blows with her fists. It was also the only ball that even had a face. The picture was already worn out from the many blows, strongly reminiscent of a New York real estate mogul who desperately wants to remain president of the USA for the rest of his life. "Idiot," she murmured and gave another blow to the nose. In the broadest sense, he was even their boss.

She had once asked Ron if he was one of his customers. He said no, but admitted to knowing the son-in-law. As she passed, she gave him one last hard blow. Swinging wildly, he held on to the feather. She doesn't seem to like him very much, but at least he's stable and the hairstyle fits.

She now covered 20 more minutes at top speed on the treadmill. It is fair to say that Sandra Morales is really in top shape. Every muscle and each of her tendons was more stretchy than most other people due to daily exercise. In addition, there was her speed. Her eyes and actions were faster than the reactions of their opponents. This possibility was already inhibited by Sandra's outward appearance. Despite the hard training, her body remained very feminine. Everything seemed smart and smooth, and the incredible curves drove almost everyone crazy. Sandra knows how to take advantage of this again and again. Her perfect body is her greatest asset, the best ticket in the fight against criminal syndicates.

Ron had already showered a long time ago. As always, he studied some stock market prices on his pad. He was already sitting there with a shirt and suit. With wet, jet-black hair, Sandra shuffled past him. She was dressed only in a white towel. As smooth as a cat, she moved to the sliding door, lasciviously dropping the white bath towel. Ron raised an eyebrow at the sight of her perfect backside. The slender back transitioned in a smooth curve to probably the crispest all asses. The evenly tanned skin appeared soft and supple like velvet. That was interesting against the background of how often he had already worked on them there with the whip. She loved it and he enjoyed it very much. The two are the perfect couple.

Sandra jumped into the pool, swam two lanes and spread out on a large lounger. Ron looked after her dream body, shaking his head. "Simply unbelievable, this vamp! She's so incredibly HOT! The water is about to boil," he murmured quietly as she climbed out of the pool like a goddess and stretched out on one of the wide loungers.

A sharp scream escaped her throat. She had almost fallen asleep. The ice cube on her belly button and Ron were responsible for the scream.

"I have to go back to NY, baby. I'll be back in four weeks this time and until then please behave! You are welcome to take it easy, baby! Please don't do anything stupid!" Sandra grunted softly as he stroked the melting ice cube around her belly button. His tongue licked the melting water from her flat stomach. "You're so hot baby, poor dice and I don't stand a chance!"

She pulled him closer to her, opened his thighs, grabbed Ron by the back of his head and pressed his face between her thighs.

"Come on, Ron! Lick me! 4 weeks is very long! How am I supposed to survive this? Please fuck me again as a goodbye, so that I don't get stupid ideas today!"

With one hand she undid the belt of his pants. Who can resist that? Ron Dexter never could. He even threatened to miss his plane after Sandra could hardly get enough of him. Only after he had worked extensively on all the holes for a good hour did she let go of him. Sandra smiled honey-sweetly and purred contentedly. "By Ron! See you! Four weeks Ron? You are welcome to send nice craftsmen again! I really want a hard session then, Ron! Come up with something nice!" Sandra breathed and purred like a kitten again, then whispered.

"Please Ron, I want action! I really need one of our hard gangbang sessions again! The full program, please!"

Her hands stroked the mighty breasts.

"And my tits need very special treatment again." She put her hands back, opened her mouth and began to moan lustfully.

"Come on, Ron! Give these things the whip!" Then she laughed sweetly. "I know I'm crazy but I just love it! See you soon, honey!"

Ron was sweating on his forehead.

"What do you imagine, Sandra?"

She narrowed her eyes, licked her lips.

"You remember that blonde in the saloon?"

"Of course I remember Sugar, Sandra."

"Okay, Ron! Then get a good dozen of these tough guys who will give their hot, dark-haired sister a good time!" Then she paused, winked at him.

"For only I know where the gold lies, but I can remain silent for a long time! You have to make an effort!"

Ron raised his eyebrow again.

"She's just insatiable. She always wants sex and pain and sex and sex and pain! She is masochistic and nymphomaniac."

Ron smiled.

"I'll come up with something good. I already have an idea. Before that, they'll chase you and get you, baby!"

Then he warned anyway:

"Please be careful, Sandra. I didn't like the incident in the garage the other day!"

Sandra nodded. Three times a month she lets Andy knead her. Andy is a giant teddy. His full beard and his mighty body were deceptive. His hands could grab hold of him like excavator shovels, but he could feel every tension in his thumb and other fingers. She enjoyed every second when she lay naked and oiled on his lounger. He kneaded her through and any other man would probably have wanted to do anything with her. Andy didn't have these thoughts. This growling teddy didn't care about women at all, not even one like Sandra. Andy could massage like no other, so it was allowed to do it anywhere. After Andy, sauna and steam bath, she was happy and inspired on the way to her car. Sandra wore only a short black top and tight sports shorts. Her bare feet were in pink sneakers. She first noticed the two guys from the front. Two others pushed themselves behind her back. They didn't look unkempt, but they weren't particularly inviting either. One was constantly chewing gum, the other on a toothpick. The speech was clumsy. "Hey doll! What do you think of a fast number with four nice guys?" Sandra looked around. The other two grinned. One was tall with a bald head, the other rather smaller and slim. Sandra didn't think much of it. "Why not? But I only have three holes! Unfortunately, one of you is just a spectator!" The laughter of the guys echoed through the garage. Her Porsche was only 10 meters away.

"No problem, baby!" Sandra stopped, put her hands behind her head and crouched down. She spread her thighs, opened her mouth and licked her lips. "A nice blowjob to warm up beforehand, or do we get straight to the point?"

The guys came closer. "Actually, we thought we were going to take you with us, you're hot Sexbomb! There are others waiting for us. You're following us to this van now!"

He pointed to a black van. The guys' eyes stuck to her body like magnets. The tight top hid next to nothing. It only took seconds. Two of the guys were lying on the ground whimpering with broken ribs and noses. The third rolled with both hands between his legs and received a blow to the edge of his hand on the neck as a temporary release. The fourth felt the pink shoe on his jaw. She wanted to hit the temple, but he pulled his head to the side. Two of his teeth were lying on the floor. So she gave him a second one with the other heel. He crashed to the ground like a sack.

She pressed her foot into the speaker's crotch and made a demanding hand gesture. "The key!" Whimpering, he pulled the key out of his pocket. Sandra checked whether it was the right car. "You can walk, boys!" Then she started the Porsche and disappeared.

"Ron, I guess it was Thomas Henderson's people again. He keeps trying, even though I have taken Larryman out of circulation. The case does not seem to be closed. Your client, this Pablo Rodriguez, is probably behind it. I know too much about him and Thomas Henderson probably has the order to squeeze me out. I can't tell you in detail now, Ron. Otherwise, you're just worried. Pablo Rodriguez is very dangerous. Henderson is just his stupid henchman! I can deal with him and his men, but Rodriguez would certainly be of a different caliber."

"This is not a game, Sandra! These people are very dangerous and I don't even want to imagine what they would do to you."

Sandra put her index finger to his lips.

"Better think about our awesome session, Ron! Henderson and his men just want to play with me! They have only one thought. Henderson probably uses me as a template every night. I can even understand it, with everything he and his men have had to put up with so far. I'm sure they dream of getting me down every night! They are welcome to dream!"

Sandra giggled, put her right hand between her open thighs.

"The thought of it makes me really hot, Ron!" She smiled.

"Nobody else fucks me! I just need it and I can't get enough of it, but Henderson and his minions really don't have to be."

"I can understand that," Ron muttered as he walked. "If I were in their place, I probably wouldn't think of anything else than to fuck you for hours. " Ron kissed her goodbye.

Sandra closed her eyes and relaxed on her lounger.

***

Henderson shuddered with rage. He was very angry. "Paul saved the doll from the claws of these Arabian stallions. They have ridden her properly before, this ungrateful whore. Then she was to be punished harshly and Paul saved her! As a thank you, she then denounced him!"

Henderson was sitting with a dozen or so of his men. "She almost broke my neck and kicked me in the balls. She knocked out Mike and Lorenzo in the bar, Mike is also missing two teeth from the action in the little Chinese girl's shop. Bird has had a broken foot since that day. A few days ago, she broke George's nose. Peter and Steve have broken ribs and Bob has a broken jaw and also tooth loss!"

Henderson paused for a moment and continued to enumerate.

"She shoots our tires and laughs at us arrogantly afterwards while smoking! I've had enough now!" His fist landed crashing on the table. "I want this bitch and then mercy her God!"

Ray Brooklyn spoke up.

"Paul is out of the business, but Rodriguez expects us to grab the doll. We are supposed to make it clear to her that she should keep her pretty nose out in the future. We must not kill she, but we must give her a proper lesson! What are we going to do with her?"

Thomas Henderson was still foaming.

"Rodriguez! Rodriguez! I always hear Rodriguez! He now even wants to send us additional men from his guard and tell us what to do with her! Everyone in this room now has a personal score to settle with her. She should pay it first! After that, Mr. Rodriguez is welcome to express his wishes! He thinks we're too stupid for that!"

Thomas Henderson foamed.

"He trusts his men more than we trust us, after we've been screwed over by her at least five times!"

He pointed to four of his men, four coarse gorillas.

"You have already been promised five times to fuck the horny bitch! Five times we came without her! We need a plan now on how to teach Miss Big-Titt a lesson! She's laughing at us, the arrogant whore!" Henderson continued to foam.

"I now feel an irrepressible desire to work on the big tits of the arrogant bitch properly! I know she's even into it!" Mike answered.

"Well, she beat up every one of us. We therefore need another plan and when we have the bitch, we will finish her off mercilessly! She's getting a lesson she'll never forget!"

Everyone knocked on the table. "We need a bait," Henderson muttered. "And if the wild kitten should bite, then she gets her hard punishment." Everyone knocked on the table again.

***

Paul Larryman was demoted. That was the best thing Sandra could do for him. He had saved her from Massoud's servants and also Stefanie Newman. Nevertheless, he had abused his high office for years out of personal greed and to serve Pablo Rodriguez. Larryman was corrupt, there was no doubt about that.

Sandra had studied all the secret documents. An organizational chart showed the great interdependence of Rodriguez's organization. He was the head of a very large syndicate. Drugs, weapons, prostitution, money laundering, corruption and extortion were the order of the day for Rodriguez. Anyone who messed with him had nothing more to laugh about. Some suddenly fell from the balcony or were run over by a bus. Others have never reappeared. And even Ron Dexter was apparently unconsciously one of the protagonists in this game. His name was very far down in this network. Sandra didn't like that.

Larryman's computer and hard drives were full of information. At some point, she even found a folder about herself. Sandra was surprised by his precise dossier. He described their preferences and inclinations. He wrote about her private sessions and her martial arts skills. There were a dozen photos. They showed Sandra in all situations. Sandra wondered where he got these photos from.

Larryman maintained close relationships with all kinds of people from the dark underworld. This has now become his own undoing. A few days ago, he was found more dead than alive in an industrial area on the outskirts of LA. He had been badly beaten. Larryman is alive, probably only because he sang at some point, Sandra thought quietly "Rodriguez probably knows a lot about me too. What would I expect? Hard torture?" Sandra immediately brushed this thought out again.

***

Chapman:

Now she lay alone and naked on her couch. Of course, Sandra had no idea of Henderson's or Rodriguez's plans. Ron was on his way to NY in the meantime. She also didn't tell him anything about Richard Chapman. She had met him 14 days ago. Tonight she has a very special date with Richard Chapman.

Sandra had discovered his name in Paul Larryman's notes. Chapman was the director of a small bank in a small village about 50 km west of LA. A conservative family man, 46 years old. This bank makes amazing deals with Rodriguez or his network of companies. The volume did not match the size of the bank. Sandra start to research more closely, wanted to get to the bottom of the matter. Richard Chapman was a key to this. She asked for an appointment with Chapman. She called herself Victoria Norman and asked for a loan to buy a small property. She met Chapman for the first time a fortnight ago.

He did not look unattractive. Chapman was about 1.90 meters tall, athletic and well-groomed. He wore his dark hair short, his face was clean-shaven. "Typical banker," she immediately thought of Ron with a smile. Chapman seemed very nervous after Sandra was alone with him in his office for only two minutes. His eyes were immediately glued to the upper roots of her tanned tits. The light blue blouse was open in the upper third and the rest of the blouse also showed more than it hid. She had chosen a dark blue miniskirt for it. She had pushed her sunglasses up on her jet-black hair. Sandra looked at him lustfully with her dark eyes, opened her pretty mouth and whispered sweetly:

"Mister Chapman, I'm sure you can help me."

At some point, after twenty minutes, Chapmann sat behind his desk, shaking his head. His elbows were resting on the table, both hands were on his temples. He had already loosened the tie knot after five minutes. Evidently, he was getting warm.

Chapman cleared his throat. His voice seemed hushed:

"Miss Norman, unfortunately your income is not enough for this loan. I am sorry. I can calculate as I want. I would have liked to help you."

He even raised both hands apologetically. The cancellation was completely clear and intentional to Sandra, because that was of course part of her strategy. Sandra now leaned very far forward over his table. Her voice became low, whispering

"Ok, Mr. Chapman, I can understand that. I'm just a little secretary. Then I have to get an additional income. At night I have a lot of time and most of the time I'm even bored. What do you think, Mr. Chapman? I could certainly earn some extra money as a stripper in a nightclub? What do you mean? Would I even be able to get money for my body?"?

His eyes were glued to her breasts. He had no chance to look anywhere else. She had bent far over his table. He could have touched her breasts with the tip of his nose. Nevertheless, he remained surprisingly cool.

"I think some would think about it, but I need more detailed information about what you're getting at, Miss Norman."

Chapman raised his hands apologetically.

"Don't get it wrong, of course I don't want you to prostitute! You are very attractive, not to say..." Sandra interrupted him.

"Horny, you want to say? You think I'm sexy, don't you? You could reconsider your decision."

Then she breathed and called him by his first name:

"Maybe you'll find two more arguments in favor of a loan, Richy!"

Sandra pretended to open the blouse further, bent her upper body back a little while she spoke. Chapman panicked. "Please! Please keep your blouse on, Miss Norman!"

She stretched out her hand to him and got her documents back from trembling hands. Then she wrote down a telephone number on a small piece of paper and whispered:

"Feel free to call me if you can think of anything else! I'm always happy to help!"

The view from the front into her blouse let him breathe very shallowly. He wasn't used to meeting such a vamp. Sandra turned around and walked slowly to the door. She smiled inwardly.

"Will this cheap number finish him off?"

Shortly before the door, she bent down, supposedly to fix something to her open sandals. Chapman could hardly believe his eyes. All his blood shot right between his legs. She was not wearing underwear!

"Damn bitch," he thought silently. "But you're pulling out all the stops!"

Satisfied, she climbed into the car. She had rented a neutral small Toyota that matched her income. Meanwhile, Chapman undid the top button of his shirt, the tie was already on the table. He could hardly breathe. His cock has expanded a lot in his pants. His employee, Maria Wayne, entered his office. Maria has been working in this branch for more than twenty years. A very attractive forty-year-old blonde woman. She laughed out loud when she saw him.

"Well, Richard, that used to be a hot vamp, wasn't it? Should I ventilate?"

Maria opened the windows. Chapman nodded, drank an ice-cold Coke on Ex, held the cold bottle in his crotch. He stammered:

"I have never seen such a creature. "

Maria raised her eyebrows:

"Did those big tits turn your head? Richard, the doll had the very simple trick! Her hot ass and her big tits will certainly open every door for her, but only with men who fall for it!"

Chapman took a deep breath, put the note with the phone number in his pocket, went to the open window and lit a cigarette. He hasn't had sex with his wife for three years. It had all become too boring for both of them.

"And now this creature is coming to my branch! I think she'll get her loan!" He blew the smoke into the air.

"Yes, Marie, you're right. She's probably in bed with a different man every night."

Marie raised her eyebrows.

"One won't be enough for the bitch, Richy!" She called him Richy. She herself has been hoping for years that he would go out with her one day. But he is simply too conservative, too correct.

After two hours, the cell phone rang. There was only one person who had this number. Sandra answered.

"Hi Vicky, Richard Chapman is speaking here, Richy from the bank"

"Hi Richy!" Sandra was very pleased.

"I would like to examine the personal facts more closely. I noticed a two more decent arguments. That could influence the decision."

"He's got a sense of humor," she thought quietly. "Ok, Richy! Then I expect you to do an intensive fact check!"

That same evening, they met in a hotel outside his catchment area. No one should recognize him. Sandra received him in a white bathrobe. Chapman seemed very nervous again. He wore jeans and a white polo shirt. He didn't know where to put his eyes and his hands. Sandra felt it immediately.

"Hey Richy, relax! I'm only human! Feel free to tell me about your preferences or wishes!"

"Later Vicky, later I'll be happy to tell you. I need to relax and have a drink now. You are an incredibly erotic appearance. You know that yourself, Vicky! Show me a man who won't get nervous in your presence!"

Sandra nodded, giggling.

"Yes, that happens occasionally."

Sandra discreetly took the initiative. She filled two glasses with cool Champagne and put the bottle back in the cooler.

"If you get too hot, I'd have ice cubes on offer." Giggling, she took two cubes out of the bucket. "Cheers to us!"

They toasted each other. Chapman sat in an armchair with his legs apart. Without resistance, she opens his pants. With both hands she felt the apparently well-built cock. She smiled at him and Chapman probably didn't breathe at all now. He had his head back and his eyes closed.

"Wow, Richard, that's a real weapon! You can take me hard with that!" With her left hand she undid the belt of her bathrobe and let it slide gallantly to the floor. His pupils dilated. He had never seen such a body, perfect down to the smallest detail. Sandra melted one of the ice cubes above her breasts. She licked her lips. Chapman followed the drops of water on the evenly tanned dream body, trying to breathe evenly. His heart pounded up to throat as she walked to the bed completely naked. He saw her back and an incredible ass.

Sandra now lay down on the large bed, spread her arms to the left and right to the posts. She now pulled out the small register of seduction.

"Do you want to oil and massage me, Richy? Come here, I want to feel your strong hands on my tits!"

Her own hands stroked her breasts, wandered down her firm belly. Chapman could hardly stand the sight.

"What a body! This vamp is killing me before it starts. She can't be of this world!" he thought silently, as she stretched her arms left and right further to the bedposts and embraced them. Before that, she took a bottle of oil, poured a good portion on her breasts and closed her eyes

"Come on, Richy! Get started!"

He spread the oil with both hands. Sandra purred like a kitten, guided his hand between her widely spread legs. She was dripping wet and horny. Sandra discreetly laid Chapman on her back, bent over his face.

"You're welcome to lick me, Richard!" She herself opened her mouth and began to lick his cock. Less than four minutes passed before his warm juice shot into her face and throat. She continued for a moment, but Chapman was at the end for now.

"That was very fast, Richy," Sandra took a cloth and cleaned her face. Chapman raised his hands. He cleared his throat briefly.

"Sorry, that went too fast, Vicky. I am sorry! I would have liked to have lasted longer! But you're just too hot for me. I haven't had sex for a long time!"

Sandra sat down in an armchair, put her long legs left and right over the armrests and lit a cigarette. This sight alone made his blood boil, for she was still naked. Sandra didn't cover anything of her dream body.

"Ok, Richard! You're sure to be ready again in half an hour. Then you fuck me really hard, ok!"

Sandra smiled and put a blue pill next to his glass.

"Until then, tell me about yourself and your wishes and preferences. We want to have fun together, don't we?"

Chapman swallowed the pill with a grin, sipping from a Chivas shelf in the meantime. He cleared his throat.

"I want a tough dominatrix. I wish to be completely at the mercy of others. I wish to be humiliated and severely punished." Sandra discreetly raised an eyebrow. She immediately switched gears and rejoiced inwardly and thought silently:

"Ok, Chapman! After that, I'll have you in my hand! You'll tell me everything!"

Sandra took a short breath, wanted to keep the topic going now.

"What should she look like, the dominatrix?"

Chapman looked at her intently.

"She's sitting right in front of me! I can't think of a better one! She should wear tight red leather."

Sandra listened intently.

"I have a warehouse out in the country. I've built my own dungeon there, according to my ideas and I want a dominatrix who keeps me there as a slave for a whole night."

Sandra listened intently.

"You have a dungeon for yourself?"

"Yes, I even invested a small fortune. High-tech and tradition combined. I hope you keep it to yourself, Vicky."

Sandra nodded.

"Of course, Richy!" Chapman now went on the offensive. "Do you want to check it out, Vicky?"

"With pleasure, Richy. And there was no other woman there yet? No dominatrix? What should she do? May I beat you, whip you, humiliate you?"

"I've just finished the conversion. I think you can have a lot of fun there if you have the inclination and the fetish for it. You should do it all in that order!"

"I've never been the dominatrix in a game, but I'm happy to try, just for you and for the loan" Sandra grinned with a wink.

"I'll tell you about myself: I love the hard way myself, Richy! I can understand you well! But you haven't really been able to experience that so far! For me, pain means pure pleasure and ecstasy! Very great pain means very great pleasure for me! It must be REAL pain, Richy! Only real pain satisfies me.

I'm extremely masochistic, Richard! I draw positive energy from it whenever I am sexually humiliated or punished very harshly. I even enjoy being fucked by 10 or 20 or more men! That's why I know very well how to treat you so that you can get full satisfaction."

Chapman swallowed:

"Wow! You are extraordinary, Vicky! 20 men fucked you?"

Sandra stroked his hair.

"Yes, Richy! Even in just one night. One after the other or several at the same time."

"Ok, then we'll see us in three days! I'm waiting for you! Red leather and punish me, please harshly!"

Chapman still used the effect of the blue pill. He fucked Sandra properly.

"He wasn't bad at all," she thought on the way home. "You're going to tell me all about Pablo Rodriguez and his business, Richie!"

****

Chapman hadn't noticed. It was only when he was sitting in the bank the next day that these two men in dark suits and sunglasses visited him. The two big bouncer wanted to go for a walk with him. Two others were already waiting in a dark limousine. They wanted to know everything. They had probably first watched Sandra on the way to the bench and then him. One grabbed him by the tie.

"What happened to the doll in the hotel, Chapman! She is not who she said she was! The hot lady is a dangerous agent! She's snooping around and you're just her next victim, Chapman!" Richard Chapman trembled all over, raised his hands defensively.

"No, she's just a very spicy customer. Her name is Victoria Norman. I even copied her ID. Please don't tell my wife about it. We just fucked!"

The four guys laughed.

"You fucked her, Chapman?" He nodded: "Yes"

"Boys, did you hear that? Chapman fucked Agent Morales?"

Chapman nodded again. The guys looked grim, shook their heads.

"We've been trying to do just that for months, Chapman! Are you going to fuck her again?"

Chapman nodded. "You are horny on Vicky? I can understand that. She is incredibly hot!"

"Yes, Chapman, we're even very horny on your Vicky!"

Chapman nodded.

"She will certainly like that. She loves fucking from several at the same time..." One of the guys covered Chapman�s mouth.

"We don't want to know that now, Chapman. When is your next date with Vicky?"

"The day after tomorrow."

***

Sandra dialed Sue's number.

"Hi Sue, I have a special date. I need red leather for that. I'm leaving today as a dominatrix!" Sandra giggled.

"That's a complete role reversal, Sandra. Come by, we're sure to find the right outfit, but as a dominatrix I still have to train with you."

Sue has been one of her best friends since Ron discovered these special whips in her special shop. The sweet Asian always had new ideas and products. Sandra often served as a model when her girlfriend Jenny needed some sexy photos for advertising. Sue and Jenny could hardly be more different. A good hour after the phone call, Sandra set off. She wore only a white shirt, hot pants and white sneakers. It didn't matter how she dressed, there were always appreciative whistles from men. She liked this game with lust. Sue and Jenny were already waiting for her.

"Wow! Sexbomb, Sexbomb.... Sexbomb is in the House!" Jenny sang in her own way and threw her arms around Sandra's neck. She immediately gave her a deep French kiss, opened the top button of the hot pants with her right hand. Jenny's hand slid in. "Oh, Sandra, you hot bitch! I could try my new dildos on you right away!" Jenny licked Sandra's cheek lustfully. Sandra smiled coolly as always.

Sue was more moderate than the wild Jenny. She was an experienced dominatrix herself with a natural authority.

Jenny is always horny for Sandra since the two of them had a little session with Sue.

"May I take Sandra directly with me and fuck her with my new dildos?" Sue raised her hand gravely.

"Jenny, please control yourself! We have to dress Sandra today. Red leather is the wish!"

Sue put very thin, red straps around Sandra's breasts.

"Ugh, that's tight," Sandra breathed.

"Yes, they have an elastic hem that wraps around your breasts. They are additionally supported from below and if I close it now, then your two monsters stand taut and bulging like two balloons. They're close together and your nice slave won't want anything but your tits. That's the case anyway, but that's even more so!"

Jenny's eyes widened. Sandra looked in the mirror.

"Wow! More is not possible, Sue! Look, the nipples stand vertically and the tits touch in the middle. You can't see the straps at all." Sandra said tits to her breasts herself. She felt with her hands.

"It's going to drive everyone crazy." Jenny couldn't contain herself at this sight.

"Sue, give me a whip! Sandra, that's incredibly cool. I didn't think you could push your monsters more!"

Sue handed a red thong. Then bright red boots followed. The shafts made of shiny latex reached to the middle of the thighs.

The chrome-plated heels were 18 cm long. This sight was just incredibly sexy. The endlessly long legs and the flat stomach. Sandra's hot ass also came into its own even more due to the high heels. The curvy transitions from butt to back and from belly to her tits were, when viewed from the side, shaped like a perfect S.

Jenny photographed Sandra from all sides.

"As a dominatrix, you can't show everything right away, Sandra."

Sue now gave her a dress made of shiny bright red latex. Sandra held it skeptically in her hand.

"That's too small Sue, it'll never fit!"

The back remained bare until the middle. A wide halter neck held it on her neck. A fine zipper led from the bottom hem up to the neck. Sandra tortured the zipper to the limit. Sue helped her to get the big tits under the skin-tight latex skin. The dress was short and ended in the upper third of her butt. From the front, it didn't even cover the bare necessities.

Two fingerless gloves, also made of red latex, covered the forearms. Sandra looked in the mirror.

"Poor Chapman will get scared when he sees me. Sue, that's a very cool outfit!"

"You're such a horny dirty bitch, Sandra!" Jenny raised her thumb.

"I see everything and yet nothing!" Jenny ran her hands over the wrapped tits. "The straps are very effective, Sue!"

Sue nodded.

"I have another nice toy for the slave, Sandra."

Sue handed her a very short red whip with three short strings. They were braided and additionally provided with countless small knots. The handle was shaped like a phallus.

"I recommend to be very careful with this, Sandra. You should only use it if he wants to feel real, real pain. The short knotted cords are sharper than you might think at first. I don't think he will last more than three sharp blows." Jenny grinned.

"That would be something for both of us, Sandra!"

Sue shook her head.

"No Jenny, that's really not for you! Sandra, please deal with it in doses so that there is no trouble afterwards."

Sue put the piece around Sandra's right wrist with a loop.

"Jenny, I'll bring the play back with me. Then I am your hard dominatrix!�

As Sandra spoke, she lustfully stroked her well-wrapped breasts and stuck her tongue out at Jenny. Jenny hissed.

"Bitch! I could have you right away..."

Sue raised her hand: "You two can let off steam enough at another time!"

Sue now gave Sandra a light black coat.

"You can't go out on the street like that, Sandra. You cover everything with it and then have fun as a hard dominatrix!"

Chapman wrote her a message: "Today 8 p. m.?" Sandra answered with a catch. Chapman wrote back

"I can't wait for you." Sandra answered him

"It's going to be the night of your life, slave!"

Sandra hugged the two.

�I'll get on my way! Thank you Sue! Thank you Jenny! See you!"

***

The small town was located 75 miles east of LA, in the middle of the dusty prairie. Sandra parked the Hummer inconspicuously a few meters in front of the massive building. She did not recognize windows, but a steel entrance door. Chapman had described it the same way. An old warehouse or former factory. He bought it years ago to store and restore his classic cars. At some point he came up with the idea of building this dungeon. Chapman had told her about it. Today she used lipstick. Bright red like the latex dress, she had formed her lips into a sweet pout. Sandra got out of the car. "Then let's see what nice things you've built for us, Richy!" She licked her lips,

Three men stared at the large flat screen. She wore the black coat and opened the rear door of the car.

"Oh, my God! Look at this!" The men watched her lean into the car while she took off her thin coat. One whispered:

"Baby, please show us more of your hot naked ass!"

With their mouths open, the three men watched their supposed prey. Sandra turned around. That completely left the three guys speechless. They wore black tank tops and black pants. Carlos, a giant of over 2 meters with a bald skull was Colombian. The other three were similarly built. Pepe the fiery Mexican, Dave the full-bearded Canadian and Antony, whom they only called Tony, a pitch-black Ghanaian.

The four men smiled at each other.

"This is going to be a very hot night for this horny bitch!"

"Guys, calm down! We don't have anything yet! The lady is known to have claws and can defend herself very well." Dave tried to calm his three friends down. All four were trained down to the last fiber. Often enough, they are used to do the so-called dirty work.

"Not this time! The doll does not put us on the cross! It's due! Today her claws are clipped!"

"Guys, this is finally a job that will be fun. Look at the doll! There's everything we need for it!"

She had tied her black hair in a braid. Black sunglasses completed her outfit.

The men became nervous as she walked towards the door with elegant steps like a model on the catwalk.

"Oh my God! What a vamp! Her tits blow up tight dress! Look at her sexy walk!" They clapped each other.

With every step, the lower end of the short dress moved. The breasts twitched under the tight latex. After a few meters, Sandra stopped. "I hate string thongs," she thought for a moment

The men could hardly believe what they were seeing. Her hand wandered between her legs and she took off the little red thong before the door. Her noses were literally glued to the screen.

"She's naked! She took off her panties! The horny bitch shows us her naked, horny cunt!"

"Ok, Richy! Just as you wished! Red leather, sharp dominatrix and a very sharp whip!" The short whip hung from a loop on her right wrist.

If she had guessed for just a second how the next 10 hours would go for her, she would probably have gone home immediately. Every step she took was closely observed.

"Men! It only works according to the plan we have worked out. Everyone has their role and only then will we have a lot of fun with the hooker for the next few hours!"

The four grinned at each other:

"Yes, hopefully she will last a few hours!"

The men nodded, gave each other five, clapped each other.

Dave spoke softly into a microphone. "Here we go, the fish eats the bait!"

Sandra had reached the steel door in the meantime. She entered a large dark warehouse. Sandra pushed the glasses up, looked around. Everything seemed tidy and renovated. The steel supports were painted silver. Even the floor was very clean and painted. Three classic cars stood next to each other on the right wall. There were doors in each of the corners of the hall. Another door was in the middle of a wall in front of her. The way to the middle door was lit with LEDs on the floor, just like the emergency routes in an airplane. Other wise it was very dark. Sandra followed the illuminated route. The clacking of her chrome heels were the only sounds. Sandra stopped for a moment. Her hand wandered between her legs. Her pulse was beating and she was wet. About halfway through, she clapped her hands briefly.

"Hey Richy! Where are you, my slave!"

A noise behind her back made her spin around. Someone locked the steel door from the outside. She called more cautiously, "Richy?"

From the right corner behind her back came a piercing voice.

"Chapman is unfortunately unable to attend, Major Morales! But he can sing very well!" Sandra flinched briefly as if she had been struck by lightning. The Man called her by her name and title. In the half-dark corner she discovered a man. He was dressed in black. She could only see outlines, but he looked very familiar to her. She has already encountered his grin and the twitching corner of his mouth several times. He licked his lips lustfully. In his right hand he held a heavy weapon.

"Hot outfit, baby! Very hot outfit, Major Morales!"

Sandra put her hands on her hips. Now she recognized him and she didn't like it at all. Nevertheless, she did not let herself be intimidated.

"Henderson, you loser! Haven't you had enough yet? What do you want from me today? Why are you here?" Henderson laughed aloud.

"Fuck baby! I just want to fuck you! Maybe a little more." Sandra shook her head, answered sarcastically:

"You think this is my daily dream! To be fucked by Thomas Henderson once!" Sandra laughed arrogantly, walked up to him. It was clear to her that Henderson would probably not be alone.

"Stop and put your hands behind your head! Immediately!" He waved the weapon as she approached him.

"Do you want to shoot me first or fuck me first, Thomas? You don't shoot! You're too weak! You just want to see my tits again, don't you?"

Sandra's left hand went to the zipper, but Henderson barked at her:

"Keep your hands up, doll! Put your hands behind your head immediately! Your trick doesn't work today! The two of us are not alone, baby! There are a few more who would like to fuck you!"

"You seem nervous, Thomas! Am I making you nervous?"

Henderson blew a loud whistle.

Every corner of the room had a door. Three other men entered the room. They now stood in the other three corners. They were also dressed in black. Each had a heavy weapon in his hand. They were also "old acquaintances": Mike, Lorenzo and Bob.

Each of them had already made her painful acquaintance.

"If you attack me, the others will shoot you, Morales! That's the plan!"

Sandra stopped, put her hands behind her head and remained unimpressed.

"What's that supposed to be, Henderson? You know exactly how this can end! Does your dentist not have enough work yet? None of you fuck me!" Henderson did not allow himself to be provoked either.

"You will regret your loose mouth, Morales!"

Sandra turned around. The four stayed in their corners.

"They are armed and too far away. I can't attack anyone," she thought silently. Henderson let out another loud whistle.

The four doors opened at the same time. In every corner another man joined them. They were also dressed in black.

Henderson grinned confidently now.

"These are also old acquaintances of yours, Morales! All of them still have a small or large score to settle. You probably know the guys from your friend's shop, the little Asian girl! And do you know what we're going to do with you today, Morales? We're going to stuff every one of your pretty holes thoroughly!"

Sandra swallowed briefly. She was getting warmer now. She felt the pressure and the throbbing between her thighs. Sandra looked into the corners and thought silently:

"Oh my God! A gangbang with Henderson and his seven minions was not planned today! Where is Chapman?"

She couldn't really recognize anyone. It was dark in the corners and everyone was wearing black clothes.

"Henderson! Don't burn your fingers!"

"No Morales! We already know you! We don't burn ourselves! I've taken precautions" Again he blew a whistle. The four doors opened again. Four more men now entered the hall.

The first beads of sweat formed on Sandra's skin. She felt the heat rising inside her. "Now there are 12. I think it's going to be exhausting for me today."

Henderson laughed aloud:

"May I introduce: Your four new friends from the underground car park, Morales. Two rib fractures, and 1 jaw fracture. What do you say to that, Morales?"

The temperature in her body continued to rise. Sandra became more and more aware of the situation she was in now. In every corner there were now three men who had nothing else in mind than to give her a good time today. Sandra turned around herself again. She looked into greedy eyes, which were already tearing the tight dress from her body. Her hand rested between her legs. It was dripping wet. "Oh my God, today I getting our money's worth!"

Henderson didn't move a metre from his corner. Apparently he had a precise plan with her.

"Hey Morales! You like hard gangbang! That's what Chapman told us, but I knew it beforehand! He even spoke of private sessions with 20 and more men! Respect! I hope you have enough fitness for all of us today!"

Everyone laughed very loudly together and again he let out a whistle.

The doors opened again and four more men joined the other twelve. She didn't know these four yet. However, they looked very scary. Four wardrobes dressed in black tank tops. They towered above all others. Bodybuilders who apparently also did other jobs very reliably. Henderson spoke up again.

"Hey Morales! Have you lost your cheeky mouth?

These four friends had an extensive conversation with your new friend Chapman. A special reward for you! A bonus!" Sandra's thoughts raced.

"16 men! They're going to fuck me to pieces. They will finish me off mercilessly today. I don't stand a chance against 16 men." She looked at the four wardrobes and thought.

"They will crush me like tanks."

Henderson's voice interrupted her thoughts.

"I know a lot about you by now: You like very hard sex! You like pain, pleasure and especially the whip! A very welcome mix for us! I'm especially looking forward to the last one, Morales! We hope to fulfill all your wishes! I hope your big tits are also looking forward to a rendezvous with us! We'll see!"

Everyone laughed out loud again. Sandra felt cold and warm running down her spine and she thought.

"They're going to fuck me first and then whip me. They have too much anger and they will take brutal revenge." Henderson continued to talk.

"I know something else from a reliable source: You have to report to the organization every 12 hours! So we still have 10 hours to fulfill all your wild dreams, bitch! Very, very much time, so enjoy every second! 10 hours! 16 cocks for just one hot ass!" Everyone laughed again.

Sandra turned around again, looked at the men in the corners. Slowly, they moved in her direction at the same time. A spotlight from the ceiling threw a cone of light on her. The men grinned droolingly. "Look at the horny bitch. She's almost naked and just waiting for us."

Henderson pointed to the middle door.

"Our friend Richard has created a nice room for you there, but first we want to welcome you and get to know you better, Morales!"

One opened the door. Sandra could look into the room. Red light penetrated discreetly through the doorway. She recognized a bizarre torture room from a distance. Steel frames, x-cross. Chains hanging from the ceiling could be seen. It smelled of leather. An oil-fired fireplace provided heat.

The men came closer and closer. There were only two meters between them. Sandra was surrounded by everyone when they stopped.

"Men! I think Morales wants to show us something pretty!"

With her hands still behind her head, she stood upright in the middle. Henderson barked through the hall.

"Undress!"

His gaze fell on the short whip on her wrist.

"Give me your little toy, Morales! We don't want to see any stupid things from you today!"

Sandra obeyed, threw the short whip at his feet. Henderson picked it up, looked at the cords and the handle.

"Not bad, the sweet thing! We'll come back to this later! Didn't you just want to show me your tits? I said: Undress!"

Sandra did not respond to his request.

"Okay Henderson, you won. What can I expect?"

The roaring laughter of the men echoed through the hall. Henderson shook his head in disbelief.

"Undress! Or should we help you?" The four gorillas pushed forward, standing with their arms crossed, legs apart.

Sandra carefully lowered her hands and brought her right hand to the zipper. With her left hand she held the dress together. Slowly, her hand wandered down. Then she put her hands behind her head again. Her breasts jumped forward. The dress hung from her neck. Greedily, the 16 pairs of eyes devoured her incredible body. She pushed the neckholder over her head and dropped the dress.

Henderson applauded.

"Wow Morales! I didn't promise my friends too much!" The men nodded. None of them has ever seen such a perfect body before.

Sandra stood naked in front of them, dressed only in her bright red boots. Henderson nodded to the four gorillas.

"Shackles!"

Two came from behind, grabbing Sandra's hands.

Cuffs encircled her wrists. A strap additionally tied her hands together behind her back. A second strap wrapped around her upper arms. They were brutally pulled together until their elbows touched. Sandra moaned briefly. Her shoulders stretched far back. A third strap wrapped around her thighs, wide enough to go in small steps, tight enough not to be able to kick in the eggs.

Now she stood tied up in the middle of the circle. Sandra looked at the ceiling as if she didn't mind. She breathed shallowly into her stomach. Henderson came up to her, grinning.

"I would like to answer your question. What can you expect? What do you mean? What can our handsome guest expect today? We drink tea and eat biscuits with you!� Everyone laughed very loudly.

His hand stroked her buttocks. Then he grabbed the braid and pulled her head back.

"You're in for a very long, very hard night, bitch! Everyone in this room is going to fuck you! Until sunrise, we'll fuck you like you've never experienced before! This is just for your pleasure, because almost everyone here still has a score to settle with you! You'll pay them differently! Today is Payback, Morales! Do you have any questions, Morales!" His flat hand landed crashing on her bare buttocks. Sandra looked at him with fiery eyes.

"I have no questions, Henderson! You need 15 men for this! That shows what a dirty, weak loser you are, Henderson! Fuck me all!"

Then she spat right in his face. Smiling, he wiped away the saliva.

His hands crashed left and right on her cheeks.

Her head was thrown to the left and right. Then he grabbed Sandra hard by the chin:

"You love the hard way, Morales! You get the hard way! With pleasure we will fuck you! I'm now in favor of welcoming you the way you deserve, bitch!"

Henderson stood in front of her with his legs apart and then he took a swing:

"CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!"

The clapping sound permeated the hall, acknowledged by a soft, surprised sigh from Sandra's mouth. Four times his hands landed very hard on her plump tits. From the left and from the right, each side with each hand twice. Sandra panted briefly.

"Mike, it's your turn! You are welcome to greet them with a handshake!"

"CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!"

Sandra moaned softly again, looked proudly at the ceiling.

"Lorenzo, won't you greet her?"

"With pleasure, Thomas" He also stood in front of Sandra with a grin.

"CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!"

Sandra was panting, a thin film of sweat covering her tanned body. Then came the next one. It was one of the gorillas.

He grabbed her by the braid and hissed sadistically:

"Finally tits for real men!"

His paws dug into her breasts. Sandra tried to escape the grip. "Defend yourself, baby! That makes me even wilder!"

"CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!" His hands also landed her breasts.

Larger beads of sweat formed on her skin. His hard punches almost sent Sandra to the boards. Some how she kept her balance.

The next gorilla, Tony the pitch-black giant, set off. She proudly looked past the other men. He also buried his powerful paws first in her now slightly reddened tits, then in her tight ass.

"Guys, it's all solid fabric! No fat! The bitch is very horny and Tony's cock is sure to taste good!"

This time she didn't make it.

CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!"

The first three blows threw her off balance, the fourth hard blow knocked her over. Sandra was lying on her stomach. All the men laughed maliciously. She tried to pull her legs up and stand up. In doing so, she unintentionally presented her firm naked butt.

"Look at that hot ass, men! I can't wait!"

Henderson shoved his boot under her right shoulder, lifted her up, and threw her on her back.

"Get up, Morales! We're not done yet!"

He roughly grabbed the braid and pulled her back to her feet.

One after the other came to greet them in Henderson's way: the sound filled the hall.

"CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!"

Each of them hit hard, as if they had the goal of sending Sandra back on the boards.

"CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!"

Her breasts were now well supplied with blood.

"CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!"

Henderson pulled her head back.

"I know that you can take a lot, Morales. Believe me, this is just the beginning today! You're here today for one reason only: to pay with very small coins!" He nodded to the next.

"CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!"

After less than an hour, everyone had greeted her in this way. Sixty-four clapping blows have made her breasts well supplied with blood and swell slightly. Sandra was panting and pumping lightly, but she was standing on her feet.

Henderson's hand slid down over her sweaty belly. Sandra moaned softly as his fingers found their wet hole. Sandra closed her eyes. He pushed his fingers deep in, pulled them out and licked his fingers with his long tongue.

"Hm, she already tastes like hard sex! I think you like it in our society!"

"Yes, Henderson, I'm not waiting for anything else." Then her head shot forward. He reacted as if he had expected the attack. Her thrust went nowhere. He pulled his head back at lightning speed. A short murmur went through the group. Henderson grinned.

"Yes! She is and remains a wildcat! How do you think such a wildcat could be tamed?"

Henderson reached into his back pocket.

"Carlos, hold the kitten. I don't want her to be back on the floor right away!" Carlos grabbed her from behind with one arm by the bound upper arms. The other hand grabbed the braid and pulled her head back. Sandra thought of Sue's words.

"The toy will burn and leave traces. You should give him a maximum of three with it."

The three braided cords gently stroked Sandra's breasts. Henderson grinned droolingly. His left hand patted the sweaty tits.

"What do you guys mean? Shall we begin to tame the wild kitten?" The men laughed.

"Sure, Tom! Give her two as a test first! Let's see if the kitten can hiss!" "There's enough room for thirty on each side! But we don't want to shoot our powders yet!"

Everyone laughed at the thought.

"Men! We have a lot of time! We want to have a long time with the cat today!"

Then he took a swing. The sound of the impact was smacking.

All three cords dug themselves once on the left and right side of their breasts. Sandra immediately felt an incredible burn. It felt as if she had been touched by a red-hot fork. Immediately, three thick red lines formed on each side. It looked as if a cat had buried with its claws in its breasts. A burning sensation like red embers ran through her body, but not a single sound passed her lips. Sandra puffed briefly, blew some air up and looked at the ceiling.

Henderson and the others look at the six welts on her breasts. Henderson licked his lips. He murmured

"Very cool! This could be fun! She's even hotter when she suffers and has some pretty welts, isn't she?" Everyone agreed.

Henderson struck again, this time even harder than the first time.

It bothered him that she didn't react to it. He wanted to hear a scream from her.

But again no sound passed her lips. Twelve red welts now adorned her big tits.

The men were amazed: "The bitch is really tough!"

"You seem to be able to withstand a lot. That's what I like about you, Morales!"

Sandra looked at him and spat at his feet again.

"Then why don't you continue, you donk?"

Again he lashed out. This time from left and right to the sides. Sandra gasped, opened her mouth and breathed deeper into her stomach.

"Ok, Henderson! Are you done?"

"Yes, a very nice start, Morales! We like your tits even better now! We'll get the rest for you later! There won't be much left of your pretty tits in the end!"

Henderson pointed to the open door.

"Our party can begin! Get moving!"

Sandra could hardly move. The hands and arms brutally behind the back. With her thighs tied with the strap, she could only take small steps on her high heels. A few meters in front of this door, the ground became softer. The men looked at her from behind. Some hand was constantly slapping her butt.

"Come on! Move your ass!" Someone gave her a slight push. That was enough to fall forward. She landed on the soft ground.

The handle of the small whip was shaped like a phallus, made of silicone. Warm oil poured onto her buttocks. Sandra was lying on the floor. The smacking sound and a sharp scream through the hall. Left and right, the strings landed on her flawless butt. Nine welts remained on each side. Sandra moaned softly as the handle made its way into her anus. Henderson pushed it in until only the three strings peeked out like a tail.

Carlos and Tony grabbed her by the bound upper arms. The pull in their shoulders intensified as they dragged Sandra into the dungeon, now holding her by the arms. She looked around as best she could. The room was remarkably warm.

The red light created a very bizarre atmosphere. The walls were upholstered in black leather. A bar was located in the back area. Sandra recognized a cage, a cross and different racks. Chains hung from the ceiling. Rings were anchored in the ground. A fuckmachine, a generator with cables and pads, as well as two vertical supports on a round stage were perceived by her. They dragged her near the bar. They passed another, larger cage. A construction was located directly in front of the small bar. Someone now also pulled the boots off her feet.

Another stretched a steel ring gag between her teeth. Sandra landed with her stomach on a narrow, leather-covered trestle. They spread their legs to the splits, tied her thights to two vertical steel supports.

A hook on a chain pulled the upper body up on the cuffes. Sandra moaned, because this bondage was very uncomfortable. Especially her shoulders had maximum pull. Her upper body was almost upright. Everyone looked at the marks Henderson gave her with the whip on her tits and ass. Saliva ran from the corners of her mouth. Her chin rested on her chest, her head bent forward. The warmth created an even film of sweat on her perfect body. The men allowed themselves drinks at the bar, could hardly get enough of the sight of her. Henderson stood in front of her at some point. He patted her cheeks.

"Hey Morales!" He lit a cigarette. Just like Sandra did after she almost broke his neck and shot Lorenzo's tires. With his right hand he opened his pants. He took her head in both hands.

"Enjoy your meal, Morales! Time for a long hard gangbang party!"

Everyone laughed as he now starts to push his mighty part deep into the maw. Sandra rattled and snorted.... Sandra's program for the next few hours was set.

***

The next day 10:30 a. m.:

Sandra opened the door with the code. Still in the hallway, she slumped to her knees, completely exhausted. She took a deep breath. She crawled into the bathroom on all fours, stood in front of the large mirror and opened the thin black coat. Underneath she was naked. Startled, she put her hand over her mouth.... "Oh my God!"

Sequel, maybe someday. Thanks for comments and your ideas.

CM