LINDA'S EPIC ADVENTURES IN LIFE

Part 2 - Chapter 5

A VISIT TO MISTRESS MARLA'S "CASTLE" AND ELSEWHERE

Paul sat in the dark corner booth in the back of the Lounge and watched Linda's
husband and his friends over in the seats at the bar.....one of which was his
favorite seat when Linda was dancing. As he surveyed the scene and took note of
the burly construction types with Johnny, he saw the dark haired statuesque
woman in the black leather outfit come out of the dancers' dressing room. She
walked briskly across the back of the Lounge room and approached Paul's booth
purposefully.

"Hi, Paul! I'm Marla. Linda tells me that you and I have a 'mutual interest' in
her."

"Oh? While you're sitting down, how about explaining that?"

"I have a better idea, Paul. How about you and I taking a walk outside and a
short ride so I can show you some things I think you might be interested
in.....just show, Paul...JUST SHOW!!!"

"What do you have in mind, Marla. I'd sort of like to stay here and watch Linda
dance."

"We can do that later, Paul. I promised Linda I'd drive you over to my place and
show you something she and I own together."

"Such as?"

"I don't want to talk about it here Paul.....drink up and let's go......I told
Linda we'd be back in an hour or two......by then the 'little, smug asshole' and
his rowdy buddies will be gone...  I hope!", Marla said, tilting her head toward
the bar and Johnny and his friends.

Downing his J&B on the rocks and leaving a five on the table, Paul got up and
followed Marla from the back of the Lounge out through the front door.  Marla
turned toward him when they were outside and extended her right hand, saying,
"I'm MISTRESS MARLA, Paul.....MASTER PAUL...
.....and it appears that Linda.......SLAVE LINDA....is our shared
'charge' and mutual 'plaything'".
Paul looked into her cold, calculating face and deep and even colder cat green
eyes,......and then he smiled and said, "Well I'll be damned! So Linda has a
MISTRESS, does she?".

"Uh, Huh.....a DAMN GOOD ONE, Paul....MASTER PAUL! Let's take your car, shall
we? We're going to my place."

They walked over to the Lincoln Town Car, parked in the back of the lot, where
Paul opened the door for Marla and she got in and smiled up at him as he closed
the door.

After he got into the car, started it and had driven out of the shopping center
parking lot, Marla said "Linda is really 'thunderstruck' by you, MASTER PAUL.
She's thinking about little else but you lately, big, mean, Master!"

"Yah, I kinda gathered that was the case, Marla....MISTRESS MARLA! And I also
have a feeling that hubby has gotten the 'message' somehow, also?"

"You're right; he has! Linda generally tells him everything, ONE WAY OR
ANOTHER......almost always. He's good at getting it out of her, Paul."

"Mind telling me 'how' and 'why'?"

"No, not at all. She either tells him or when he finds out by himself, those
guys who were with him tonight take Linda downstairs in their basement and strap
her into what Johnny refers to as 'Linda's fucking machine', after which they
take turns ass and cunt fucking her while she sucks another one of them off.
Johnny watches. I have a key to their house. After we get done at my place we'll
take a drive over to their house and I'll show you it and explain how it works.
Before they strap her into the 'machine', Johnny always makes her dance for them
and strip naked in preparation for the machine. That sometimes can go on for and
hour before they get around to 'saddling up'.  Linda says she hates it because
it's so demeaning and they're so rough with her.......but I think other wise,
Paul."

Paul sat there behind the wheel and mulled over what Marla had just told him. He
had suspected that Johnny was a little, shall we say, 'unusual', but the son of
a bitch was turning out to be a 14 karat shit! "Fucking Machine, eh?" Paul
thought to himself. "I wonder how often that happens to her?" he said out loud.

"Not very often, Paul......she really does HATE it....the whole sick
scene........but only because it's in their home and because Tamara is almost
always there when they take 'mommy' to the basement and lock the basement door.
Tamara can hear them in the basement but she can't see what they are doing. She
asks Linda lots of questions about it, though...later."

"That's SICK, Marla!"

"Uh, Huh....I agree....but that's the "price" Linda's going to pay for messing
with you every time Johnny catches her at it and she hasn't told him about it."

"Has she told him yet?"

"Nope!"

"Think she will?"

"Nope!"

"Think he'll find out?"

"Yup! He suspects something NOW! But he's not sure. He brought those rowdy sons
a bitches with him tonight to the Lounge to 'remind' her a bit. She's a wreck.
Especially since she saw you in there when they came in. I agreed to get you out
of there so she wouldn't be tempted to dance in any special way like she's been
doing for you lately."

"You know about THAT, Marla? How?"

"I was in the Lounge one night when you two were 'going at it' hot and heavy and
saw the, shall we say, 'attraction' between you.  I can't say that I either
approve or disapprove. Right now I'm a little jealous about it all."

"I don't think I even have to comment on that 'jealous' thing, do I, Marla?"

"Nope! But I'm going to fix that, TONIGHT, so we are sort of 'partners' instead
of competitors, MASTER PAUL (with emphasis).  That way, I can cover for her all
the time because Johnny approves of ME and she can always say she's at my place.
He knows she has to have what she has to have. He just wants only certain
'types' giving it to her. You don't qualify, Paul. Not in Johnny's book you
don't!"

"Why's that?"

"You're male, pal. No male messes with her without permission..  except the
Lounge Crowd.......and then only because Johnny has aspirations of becoming a
mafioso type.....that and the fact that he's scared shitless of them. He'll let
that 'ride'. But you? NO WAY, JOSE'!!! If he finds out, she'll spend the night
in the basement getting screwed half to death while he watches.  Over and over
again. And she knows its coming if she gets 'caught' with you."

"Well I'll be Goddamned! No wonder she's been so damn skittish and half in a
panic. She NEVER told ME!!!"

"No, and she probably still won't....that's why you and I are going for this
ride.....so you know the 'score' and play it 'safe' for her sake."

"'Safe' meaning I quit seeing her and 'playing with her', Marla?"

"No way.........MASTER Paul!!!! No fuckin way! She made her choice the first
time she saw you in that crumby Lounge. She just wants you to understand the
'score' and not take stupid chances that will get her half fucked to death
again."

"It's happened before, I take it?"

"Yup, a few times. Not many, but a few. She got it because of me."

"I thought you said he didn't mind WOMEN messing with her?"

"He doesn't......as long as she tells him before she does it....she forgot that
little detail in my case....and got worked over for two nights and a day. They
started on her at 3AM on a Saturday morning and kept it up until 8AM Sunday
Morning. Then Johnny made her take Tamara to church down the street at 10AM."

"Real cute.....real damn cute! The guy must be a real son of bitch, Marla?"

"He is THAT....but he loves her in his own way."

"What's Linda got to say about all this?"

"Not much......Johnny has pulled her out of some real jams.....she loves him in
a wierd sort of way.....but she gets really sick of his grab ass tactics and all
of his crooked dealing and stuff....on top of the basement sessions."

"I take it she's a 'sex object' or 'show piece' for him with his friends and
that he's into some illegal stuff?"

"Uh, huh....he runs drugs....little shit......and he steals quite a bit. And,
DEFINITELY, Johnny 'shows Linda off' to all his buddies.  He calls her "his own
private, toothless, dancing whore' in front of them. She hates THAT most of
all...especially when he starts grabbing her ass, petting her crotch or
squeezing her tits in front of them."

"Hummmmmm, I see.........has she got any way of getting out of all that shit,
Marla?"

"Yup....she sure does! You're looking at half of her 'out' and the other half
you look at every morning in the mirror!"

"I somehow was afraid that was what you were going to say. Why me and why you?"

"First, Linda can 'get her rocks off' playing with you and me.  She doesn't have
to 'go hunting' any more or run away from 'home'. Second, she thinks she just
might be able to get out of the LounīV¤X6ČV6]šn honest job if she tries,
though I doubt that like hell. She can't type, can't take shorthand and she
doesn't have a high school diploma. Getting a GOOD job will be damn tough for
her to do, given that set of problems. And, third, she thinks that because you
are, shall we say 'well to do', you might be able to help her by giving her
advice, perhaps loaning her a few bucks and helping her get a GOOD job."

Paul sat and let the words run around in his head for a while.  "Had, again!" he
thought. Before he could say it....though he probably wasn't going to say it to
Marla, Marla said:

"Those are my words and my analyses, Paul. Linda won't tell you any of that and
won't ask you. But I think I know her well enough to know what she's hoping for
from you. If you can't 'deliver' on points two and three she's still going to
take point one and enjoy it for all it's worth....which, in her case, is a
lot....a real bunch."

"Hummmmmm, and if I don't come across with points two and three I'm no better
than her Goddamn husband....RIGHT, Marla?"

"You said it, pal....I didn't! And Linda will never say it....but she may,
eventually, think it!"

"Thanks....I needed that! A whole bunch, Marla."

"Yah, well need or not, you got it.....turn here and pull in the drive next to
the big stone house with the turrets.....drive all the way back to the attached
garage....I've got the garage door opener in my purse."

Paul did as she said, noting that these were old, turn of the century houses in
a special part of town, which was pretty run down but on the agenda of a few
civic organizations and the city to become a classic "remodeling and
restoration" area for "historical homes". As he drove the Lincoln up into the
drive and toward the garage he marveled at the pure size and masonry work of
'Marla's House'. "This your place, Marla?", he asked.

"Yup....me and the damn bank........like it?"

"I love it! It has class and character!"

Laughing, Marla pulled the garage door opener out of her purse and hit the
button while saying "That ain't all you're going to 'love' about this place,
M-A-S-T-E-R PAUL (long heavy emphasis)!  The 'inside' of my 'castle' every bit
lives up to the promises it makes on the outside.....IF YOU ARE AN INQUISITOR OR
A WILLING PROSPECTIVE VICTIM OF THE INQUISITION....A TRUE SLAVE.....  ESPECIALLY
A FEMALE SLAVE!!!"

Paul let that ride as the car rolled into the garage and he braked to a stop.
The garage door closed behind them with a soft 'thud'. Marla got out of the car
and started to walk around to his side as he shut off the engine, put the car in
park and set the brake. She opened the door and bowed at the waist, saying:

"WELCOME, .....MASTER PAUL......, TO MISTRESS MARLA'S CASTLE OF TORTURE AND
PAIN.......THE BEST KEPT SECRET IN TOWN AMONG SUBMISSIVES!  You are the FIRST
MALE.....MASTER.....to enter this gray stone container of screams and
moans.........follow me!"

Marla walked over to a long sloping ramp leading into what seemed to be the
basement of the house......a ramp that had an I-Beam trolley above it from the
garage down into the basement.......a beam system that ended about at the back
door of Paul's Lincoln.  He followed her down the ramp to a huge wooden door
that was swinging open, seemingly all on it's own. As they walked through the
open door a second door a few feet ahead began to open as the one behind swung
shut with a very final 'thump'.

As the second door moved sideways, sliding on apparent rollers, Paul heard a
faint, quivering voice begin begging plaintively:

"Oh, please MISTRESS...........PPPLLLEEEAAASSSEEE!!!! It hurts SSSSOOOO
MMMUUUCCCHHH!!!! PPPPPLLLLLEEEEAAAASSSSEEEEE!!!!

As Paul's eyes became accustomed to the glowing infrared like light he saw a
white X-Shaped form in the middle of the room....the source of the
pleas........quivering in mid-air.  There, before his adjusting eyes, hung a
well built, sweating, blonde haired woman....an obvious 'victim' of Mistress
Marla'a 'attentions', suspended from blocklike objects that enclosed her wrists
and hands. She was spread hugely open by similar block like objects that encased
her feet and ankles. From the nipple on each breast a wire angled upward over a
two small pulleys and then downward to what looked like small and numerous
weights attached to the end of the wire. A huge shaft of some sort angled up
from the floor and into the split cheeks of the pleading blonde slave's behind
where it was obviously buried in her rectum to the hilt and held her somewhat
back so she was impaled and stretching against the shaft in a forward direction.
The nipple wires had a similar effect, but in the opposite direction....
forward.

Marla strode forward to the tortured blonde and slipped a black leather gloved
hand into her spread, empty and wet pussy.....  wet, Paul could see, from the
faint red beads of light around it. "You may 'hurt', bitch.......but you are
also enjoying it....  AREN'T YOU ....SLAVE WHORE??? AREN'T YOU???? BITCH!!!!"

The quivering voice gasped "yyyyeeeessss, MISTRESS........I LOVE it!"  "I LOVE
YOU, MISTRESS!"

As his eyes became still more accustomed to the glowing red light, Paul saw the
red stripes all over the body and limbs of the quivering blonde slave stretched
and impaled and sweating before his eyes. Her thighs and belly and breasts were
particularly and heavily striped. As Paul strode around the suspended, spread
and impaled beauty....and she was THAT...a REAL BEAUTY......he saw that her head
back position was caused by a strong black strap running from a large ring into
which her long hair had been braided downward to encircle the shaft that split
her ass cheeks and back up to attach to the ring in her hair.

The blonde shivered and moaned loudly as Marla continued to play with her pussy
with one hand and to slap her stretched breasts with the other gloved hand.

"Well....MASTER PAUL (with vehement exclamation)? How do you like my 'torture
chamber' and my latest 'learning slave'?  Hummmm?"

"How long's she been suspended that way, MARLA?", Paul asked.

"MISTRESS MARLA!!!!" She sneered back. "HERE, I AM SUPREME AND I AM
.......MISTRESS .......IN FRONT OF A SLAVE.....MY SLAVE...  MASTER PAUL (same
vicious tone)!!!!"

"Ok.......how long?"

"Just since I left for the Lounge.....about an hour ago......she's just getting
'warmed up', Master Paul.......she can take a lot more than this....AND WANTS
IT.....don't you, bitch?"

A faint "yes mistress" gurgled from the upturned quivering face and head,
followed by a low rising groan and then a wild begging scream.  As Paul walked
all the way around the suspended, sweating blonde slave he realized that she was
actually standing in the blocks that encased her feet and ankles and was not
genuinely suspended by her hands and wrists. He bent down and examined the
blocks and saw that they were mounted on pipe stanchions, actually hydraulic ram
arms coming out of steel cylinders in the floor. He stood up and looked at the
hand and wrist encasing blocks and realized that they, similarly, were attached
to the same sort of hydraulic steel ram arms coming down from the ceiling and
hydraulic tubes up there. The sweating, now screaming slave was anchored but not
suspended at the ends of the four inventive shining steel pistons.

"You like those 'little beauties'....MASTER PAUL? I suspect Linda has told you
about those things and the custom casted rubber hand and foot blocks that Alex's
friends used on her and her 'sisters' in Mexico, hasn't she?"

"No, as a matter of fact, she hasn't."

"Get her to tell you THAT tale some day, MASTER PAUL....it'll make your balls
shrivel up and your cock spit for a week!!! I can't believe she hasn't told you
about the castle down in Mexico and the "Training Amphitheater"............where
these little hydraulic gems were the focal point of the place and the reason why
literally hundreds of otherwise normal women agreed to do ANYTHING their MASTERS
asked of them once they'd watched one of their 'SISTERS' 'treated' to a
'session' in the 'Ram Pit'. Oh, well....she probably will get around to telling
you some day.  Ingenuous, aren't they?" she asked as she reached over a flicked
something with her right hand.

The shaft stuffed between the blonde's ass cheeks slipped downward toward the
floor and came out of her rectum with a 'pop'.  Another few flicks of the right
hand and the lower rams moved downward toward the floor and the upper ones rose
toward the ceiling as the now bucking and screaming naked blond slave begged and
pleaded and literally screamed her lungs out.

As Paul watched, the red tinted beads of sweat increased in number and the
screams nearly deafened him.....and the rams moved slowly upward and downward,
pulling the sagging, bucking slave into an upright and stretched 'X' position
with the now freed head shaking violently back and forth in a wild body language
expression of the screaming "no's" echoing around the 'torture chamber'.

The arms and legs stretched taut and the strain was evident.  With each passing
second the white, sweating, stretched body became more rigid and stretched. And
then the rams stopped.

"You fucking bitch...........you whore!!!!...........this is NOTHING...nothing
at all!!! Tonight you will know what REAL PAIN is, my pretty slave!!!! REAL
PAIN!!! Here, MASTER PAUL (same sneering tone), make the bitch 'appreciate' a
MASTER'S TOUCH!", as Marla threw him a leather cat of nine tails that had
obviously been used before on the stretched, screaming slave.

Paul cringed at the thought of whipping this stretched column of pure pain and
suffering.....and Marla sneered "what's wrong, MASTER?  Afraid to 'HURT' the
bitch? DO IT.....she LOVES IT!!! DO IT!!!"

He walked behind the taut white sweating 'X' that was still screaming wildly and
lashed her across the cheeks of her ass.  The screams rose and then 'broke' into
a strangled, gasping sound.

"AGAIN!!!! And this time....HARDER and CONTINUOUSLY........WHIP HER FROM HER
SHOULDERS TO HER KNEES.....THEN BETWEEN THE LEGS!!!  And listen to
her......LISTEN.....CAREFULLY!!!!"

Paul resumed the whipping, lashing sideways and continuously from the knees up
to the shoulders and back down.........trying not to hit too hard but still be
convincing.........Marla strode around the now hoarse and gurgling slave,
snatched the cat out of Paul's hand and began laying the whip on with what
seemed like all her strength.....the screams came back and rose higher and
higher.......  until, finally, with a quick upward slash, Marla shot the nine
tails straight up between the blonde screamer's wide spread legs and repeated
the process five more times in quick succession.

The screams abruptly stopped on about the third stroke between the outstretched
legs and the almost totally hoarse voice lowly pleaded:

"Ohhhhhh, yyyyyyeeeeessssss MMMMMIIIISSSSTTTTRRRREEEESSSSSS......
.....MMMMMMOOOOORRRRRREEEEEEE......YYYYYYYYEEEEEEEESSSSSSS!!!!" and continued
onward as the last three were delivered up the spread wet valley to splat across
the quivering belly.....and when the last of the six had been
delivered.....the.......low voice rose in pitch and intensity and begged for
STILL MORE....  "MMMMMOOOOORRRRREEEEEEE, MMMMIIISSSTTTTRRRREEEESSSSS.....
...Don't stop NOW, MISTRESS.....PPPPLLLLEEEEAAAASSSSEEEEE??????  I'm
cummming.......now mistress......please more.......please..." and then died away
to soft sobs.

"See,......MASTER (sneeringly, again)? She loves it and she wants MORE....much
more! Would you like to 'finish her'? Hummmmmm?"

Marla walked around to the control column for the rams and flicked the
switches......the upper rams began to move downward as the arms moved backward
and the shiny shafts began to angle ever so slightly........the process
continued until the still stretched and quivering, sobbing blonde slave was
angled at about forty five degrees, backward and then Marla released the
switches. She walked around to Paul and thrust her hand between his legs and
felt him......"You're ready.....fuck her.....go ahead and fuck her while I
finish her off......."

Paul walked around in front of the sobbing, sweating, stretched blonde slave and
unbuckled and unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor, followed by his
boxer shorts. Stepping out of them he strode forward and without otherwise
touching the spread sobbing woman he thrust himself deep into her and began
fucking her. Marla began, simultaneously, whipping her wire stretched breasts
and nipples...........methodically but not savagely, this time......the sobbing
ceased and low, keening scream of pure pleasure arose from the quivering vocal
cords and gurgled forth from the open, gasping mouth.

As Paul plunged in an out of the wet, slurping sucking hole he began to feel it
contract and release him with each stroke and then after about a dozen strokes
with the 'cat' he felt the muscles in the slave's cunt tighten down on him and
heard the wild screams and moans of a total orgasm take over. The orgasm
continued, along with the whip strokes across the breasts and nipples as he
sawed in and out of the tightening pussy to a climax and shot the climaxing
blonde slave full of cum......  he continued for several minutes afterward,
fucking the moaning and satisfied still orgasming slave........still feeling her
muscles gripping him tightly.....and then pulled out and backed
away..........which brought another long string of pleas and begging and moaning
for Mistress Marla to make him "fuck me".....  until they died away into a
gurgling moan.

Paul retrieved his shorts and pants and redressed. Marla came around beside him
and put her hand on his shoulder.

"Satisfied, MASTER PAUL? You could fuck her for hours on end that way and I
could whip her tits off and she'd still beg for more and keep coming.........she
wasn't always that way.....but after a little training on my part........she
developed a very high tolerance for pain and a very strong 'need' to be climaxed
continuously. Normally, I use a dildo on her and plug her ass with another one
while I simultaneously whip her. Neat, huh?"

She flicked the switches and the blonde moved back into the position she was in
when Paul walked into this 'torture chamber' in the basement of an old victorian
castle of a house. Marla replaced the shaft in the blonde's ass and drew the
head backward with the strap. She walked over to the dangling nipple weights and
added to them so the nipples stretched upward and forward even more. Paul
watched it all and watched his cum dribble out of the still contracting pussy
and down the profusely sweating blonde's legs.

"How long are you going to leave her that way, Mistress Marla?"

"All night and part of tomorrow...........when we bring Linda back here later
tonight, they can keep each other company.....  perhaps even sing a few duets
for us before the night's over.....eh?"

Paul shivered, just thinking about Linda going through this and perhaps more,
but he said nothing. Marla took him on a guided tour of the dungeon or torture
chamber as she called it and showed him literally dozens of devices and
'systems' designed specifically and exclusively for the 'torturing' of the
female of the species. The collection was unbelievable and so were the
restraints....all made of black leather, softened with linseed oil and supple.
Then Marla took him to a corner of the room and flip a wall switch and showed
him a hoisting mechanism consisting of a cable and hook that allowed her to move
a bound slave upward or downward from floor to floor in the three story
victorian castle like home, complete with trap doors on each floor. He listened
as she explained that she had borrowed that idea, also, from Linda's description
of Master Chris' setup in Parkersburg. This time, Paul lied and said he knew
about THAT.

They went upstairs and Marla gave him a tour of the otherwise normal looking
house.............except, for the trap doors, or so it seemed. After she had
worked him all the way up to the Master Bedroom and shown him that, she asked
him:

"Would you believe that there are presently nine.....count em....  NINE slaves
in this house besides the one you fucked in the basement?"

He shook his head 'no' and Marla walked over to a set of wall switches and knobs
on a panel by the huge king sized bed. She flicked the switch and the bed rose
slowly upward and began to rotate until the underside, rotating up toward him,
revealed a petite naked brunette strapped eloquently and tightly to the
underside, fully gagged, blindfolded and quivering in her stringent bondage.
Marla pointed downward at the floor under the bed as the mattress and box
springs completed their 'flip' leaving the bound little beauty face upward.
There, on the floor, beneath the bed, were what looked like two breast cups and
a strange looking thing about where the brunette's pussy would be when she was
face down under the bed against the floor. Marla walked back to the switch and
played with the controls. Shafts rose and rotated and pistoned back and forth
from the pussy centered device.....and the rims of the breast cups contracted as
small needle like devices appeared from nowhere all along the interior surface
of the cups.

"This is how I amuse myself and prepare my 'nightcap' before I go to sleep,
Master Paul!" She flipped the switches and rotated the small brunette slave
strapped to the bed back into her original position and gave a couple of the
switches a slight flick and a little twist on several knobs. Paul heard a low
gurgling sound coming from under the bed. "May as well start warming the bitch
up for later!  You may get horny when we get back here with Linda!"

As they walked back through each room, Marla, through the flipping of switches
and rotating of knobs, disclosed eight more naked, bound, gaged and blindfolded
slaves, all female and all uniquely imprisoned in what looked like a very
"normal" house...  room by room. One of them was in a state of exhaustion
because Marla had left her dildo's running at high speed and her breast
stimulators and nipple suckers running the same way.....she was totally fucked
out and limp. He helped Marla take her out of the contraption and put her on the
hoist that sent her to the basement, which it turned out, had several 'holding
cells' that were padded on all the walls, ceiling a floor. When they got back to
the basement, Marla carried the exhausted slave to a pure white padded cell,
laid her on the floor and slammed and locked the door.

Paul couldn't resist........he had to ask her........"are all these lovely
ladies here of their own free will and accord, Marla....or are you holding them
captive?"

"Only the blonde on the 'rams' is here, kind of against her will.  Her lover,
the brunette under the bed upstairs, brought her to me for, shall we say,
'training'. She wanted a submissive 'partner' she could watch submitting and
make love to knowing that she had the same desires and needs. I obliged."

"And the blonde (glancing over at the suspended, ram held still dripping
sweating slave in the center of the basement 'torture room') is about 'ready', I
presume?"

"Oh hell no! But now I can let the two of em go 'home' and they'll come back
when I call them or if they want to 'play' with me. But she is a long way from
being submissive enough. That will take weeks and maybe months more......for her
to get to where Linda is, for example."

"And where, pray tell, IS Linda in this thing? Just how far along is she."

Marla grinned at Paul and said "You mean you don't KNOW? You really don't know,
Paul? Linda is the STAR ATTRACTION in my STABLE.  You could punish her to death
and she'd love it......  put her in the rams, for example, and pull her
apart......and all she'd do is cum 'til she died. She is the 'model' and the
instigator of all this......AND, SHE IS THE ONE WHO DESIGNED MOST OF THIS STUFF
FOR ME."

Paul shook his head and asked, "How in the hell could you afford all this stuff?
It had to cost tens of thousands of dollars."

"It did....INDEED....IT DID!!! But, I had a rich family.......my mother and
father were wealthy as shit......until the day they died in a plane crash. As
the only child, I got it all. To supplement the investments I have from that
inheritance, I occasionally take on an 'errant young lady', and a few older
ones, who, for various reasons, need training and taught to be properly
submissive. It pays VERY VERY WELL, Paul.......  Excellent! That's how I did it
and continue to do it."

"Aren't you afraid of somehow, shall we say, 'getting caught'."

"Not really. I trained some cops' wives and girl friends. WELL!  Gave em back a
submissive woman that would fuck em and suck em for hours on end and play
'bondage games' with em 'til hell freezes over. The 'ladies' and their husbands
or boy friends don't know where this place is and have never seen the road to it
or away from it. Later tonight, I'll show you how I do that using Linda. The
trolley from the garage to the cellar is a small part of it. That's why I wanted
your car instead of mine, tonight, Paul.  Here, help me carry this thing back up
to the car.....I don't want to fuck with the trolley....we're late as it is,
partner!"

And with that, they picked up a strange 'trays and spreader rods' device and
lugged it out of the basement torture room and up to the car where Marla placed
it in the center of the back seat of the Lincoln. They got in the car and Marla
opened the garage door as Paul backed out and down the drive to the street,
heading for Linda's house, as Marla had promised. As they drove away, Paul asked
Marla, "Am I the first man to ever see your 'slave castle', Marla?"

"No....but you are the first one to know where, exactly, it's
located and the first to see, almost everything in it."

"Almost?"

"Later, MASTER PAUL.....LATER......you'll get to see it ALL! That I promise.
That's what Linda wants. She wants to be there when you do. I don't think you
could quite handle the few things I didn't show you unless she was there,
demonstrating them for you.  She is only one of three submissives who can
tolerate that much, shall we say, 'submission', to make it palatable, eh?"

Paul shivered and drove on toward Linda and Johnny's house, wondering what the
hell he had really gotten into by messing with Linda. He was sure he would find
out before the night was over...  damn sure of it!

As he drove across the south end of town in the Lincoln Town Car with Marla on
board, Paul reflected on the facts about Linda he presently knew for sure. He
was beginning to see a pattern to the people Linda "played with" and had
recognized Linda's skillful hands and wild submissive's imagination in all that
he saw at Marla's "Castle". The equipment and layouts were indicative of things
he had heard straight from Linda's mouth while she was "flying" bound down on
his lap. He knew, absolutely KNEW, that Marla's place had been designed and
perhaps built by the "chief submissive" in Marla's "stable", NOT MARLA. And he
had a suspicion that what he was about to see at Linda's home would be no
different in that respect.

Paul wheeled the big car around the turn onto Linda's street and park across the
street and six houses beyond, just to be safe.  Marla got out and walked across
the street, down six houses and up onto the front door. She rang the bell and
waited....a long time. No answer. She fumbled with her purse and took out a key
which she used to let herself in. A few minutes later she came out on the porch
and waved to Paul to come in with her.

Paul got out of the car, locked the doors and shut them and then walked down the
street and into the house behind Marla. As he entered he noted that the place
was only "so-so" comfort wise and not very well kept up. Marla guided him to the
kitchen and down through a door and a steep set of rickety stairs to the
basement which she had lighted somewhat, by turning on the stair light switch.

"OK, sit down in the 'MASTER'S CHAIR', MASTER PAUL and let me demonstrate
Linda's special 'misbehaving' punishment room for you".  She walked to a panel
on the wall and flipped a switch and a set of colored lights came on and
illuminated a dancer's platform at the far end of the room. Carpeted, canopied
and with four side poles of some substance, one on each corner, running floor to
ceiling.

"This is where Linda 'entertains' Johnny's 'friends' and her punishment sex
machine types, Master Paul. Johnny has her start fully clothed the moment they
bring her down here, dancing on the stage. As she gets going, he has her shed
all her clothes and dance for the guys to get both her and them horny and worked
up.  She knows better than to refuse, because if she does refuse, she gets bound
to THIS and dry fucked for starters!!!"

A spotlight came on and illuminated a rather huge, black, leather covered 'saw
horse' in the center of the room. Like a carpenter's saw horse only bigger and
specially made......leather covered with straps in various places. Two pairs of
legs were adjustable up and down, and stuck out at 45 degree angles from the top
at both ends down to the floor. Marla had him get up and come look at the
device, closely, as she explained it. Paul didn't think it need explaining but
he listened.

"They put Linda on the top of this thing, face down, her head sticking over this
end and her ass hanging off the back. Her arms and legs are buckled down on the
legs and the big wide leather strap in the middle is tightened down over her
back to secure her to the top horizontal 'bar', but it really isn't needed and
neither are the arm straps, Master Paul." And with that statement, Marla took a
pair of two to three foot long slender stainless steel rods down from the wall
and slid them through holes in the top horizontal piece or bar at the back and
the front, crossways, and then she stood back.

"The front rod is passed through Linda's nipple rings and through the top of the
"horse". The back rod is passed through two of Linda's four cunt rings and
through the horse. Once 'in place', there is no way in the world she can get off
the horse until someone withdraws the two rods. You will note the small holes in
each side of the rod at the edge of the 'horse'?"

"Yes, Marla, I see them", Paul replied.

"These small pad locks are passed through the holes in each rod on either side
of the horse so that LINDA cannot withdraw the rods when her arms are not
strapped to the legs. Neat, huh?"

Paul did not respond.

"Once she's, shall we say, 'attached', she can move her legs and arms and head
all she wants, but she cannot get up until 'someone' unlocks and withdraws the
rods. It's ingenious and terrifyingly EFFECTIVE. She is restrained by her sex
organs only and does not dare try to get off or to move her body to any extent.
She simply has to lay there and accept whatever happens to her, and A LOT
'HAPPENS'.....believe me it does!", Marla exclaimed with a 'hiss'.

"I'll bet it does," Paul said lowly and quietly almost under his breath.

"If Johnny ever catches Linda messing with you, before she tells him about you
(and she won't tell him, Paul, that I KNOW!).....  he'll walk into the Lounge
some night with his buddies from the job and after she's through dancing they
will hustle her out to the car and bring her down here. When she's been made to
dance to a nude and aroused state after some 'hits' of Marijuana, and maybe
other shit, they'll lift her off the stage, lay her over this baby, slip the
rods in and lock em, and then 'go at her' all night long and all the next
day.....continuously.....three and four at a time......while Johnny
watches........mouth, ass, cunt, armpits, hands.........the whole
scene.........fucking her continuously until she's exhausted and then some more
and some more and still more!"

"How in the hell do you know so much about this Marla? Hummmm?", Paul queried
her.

"Because, a couple of times, Johnny invited me to watch the 'show'!"

"That's 'sick', Marla!!!"

"Ummm, Hummmm.....and it's also FUN! The bitch hates this place but when she's
wound up and running she 'performs' beautifully and continuously, taking
everything they dish out and screaming for more until they 'overdo' it which
they always do."

Marla withdrew the rods and put them back and then shut off the lights on the
stage and the horse and motioned to Paul to follow her back upstairs, where,
when he was back in the kitchen, she key-locked the basement door deadbolt. Paul
followed her out of the house and she locked the front door deadbolt, too.

Later, as they drove back toward the lounge, Paul asked Marla, "Do you honestly
BELIEVE that Johnny 'invented, designed and built' that basement punishment
room, Marla? Do you really?"

"NOPE!....I KNOW THAT LINDA DID!!! Does that surprise you?"

"No, it sure doesn't! NOTHING about Linda surprises me. I KNOW she COMPLETELY
AND TOTALLY designed your place, didn't she?"

"Uh, Huh....she sure did! And well, I might add! The 'lady' has been 'around'
and she knows how to develop fear and anticipation in submissives, being perhaps
the most submissive and fearful of them ALL, Paul!"

"Is all that stuff from her memories and past, Marla.....or is it strictly a
case of fantasy fulfillment?"

"BOTH! I gather she has not told you ALL about her past, Paul,..  correct?"

"That's correct....but ENOUGH.......enough for me to recognize some of the stuff
at your place as well as in the basement back there."

"Has she mentioned Alex or told you about what he did to her and how?"

"She's mentioned him, yes......but no details yet! Why?"

"Get her to tell you about him and the way he did her.......make her tell you
about where he took her in Mexico and what she saw there......AND
EXPERIENCED!!!! But make damn sure you can 'handle it' before you get her going
on that 'trip'. It's not very 'pretty' and if you aren't careful, she'll make
you sick as hell with that 'tale'......a true story, incidentally, from
beginning to end!!!"

"What's so sickening about it, Marla?"

"You ask LINDA, Paul.....ASK HER!!!! Then decide for yourself what's 'sick'
about it!....understand?"

"No, I don't....but I'll 'ask' her....pointedly, OK?"

"Uh, Huh.....say, let's stop at the Chinese Restaurant and get something to eat.
I'm starved! You game?"

"Yah"

"You know how to get there?"

"Yup......Linda and I were there earlier tonight!"

Marla smiled at him, knowingly, and patted him on the right shoulder, but said
nothing.

They stopped at the restaurant, ate two big dinners and appetizers and about an
hour and a half later drove back to the Lounge.  Marla left him in the Lincoln
Town Car in the back of the parking lot and went inside. It was about 2:00AM.
About 2:25AM, Marla came out of the Lounge front door with Linda following along
behind. As Paul watched them approach his car, he noticed that Linda had her
head lowered so her chin was on her chest and was walking lock stepped and very
submissively behind Marla, who opened the back door of the Lincoln for Linda and
pointed for her to get in. Linda got in, sat down and said nothing as Marla shut
the door and walked around and got in through the opposite back door.

"OK, MASTER PAUL......let's take our misbehaving, slave bitch to my
place!...........Don't turn the interior lights on, MASTER PAUL...I have to get
the bitch ready............OK, SLAVE...  STRIP!!!!.......NOW......GET IT ALL
OFF.......then get on your favorite device in your favorite position.........,"
MARLA snarled out to Linda.

Paul heard a long sigh followed by a weak "yes, Mistress" and heard the rustling
of clothes and then heard Linda moving around in the back seat. He looked up
into the mirror and saw her kneeling on her knees, spread wide apart and placed
in the two tray like arrangements of the device Marla had helped him carry out
of the dungeon at her place and put on his back seat. Paul heard the sound of
leather straps being buckled down and the sound made by a slave being ball
gagged.......followed by low moans and gurgles and the sound of hands moving
over flesh....a lot of such sounds.....and the moans grew deeper and more
pronounced as he drove toward Marla's place. When they entered the driveway,
Paul heard the garage door opener click in the back seat and saw the doors rise.
He drove in, parked the car, and turned off the engine. Marla told him to get
out and go around to the back door on the other side, as the garage door lowered
and the lights in the garage came on in a dull red glow this time.

Paul, trying to get accustomed to the low, faint red light, opened the back door
and looked inside. There, on his back seat, knelt a gagged and securely bound,
naked and quivering Linda, 'mounted' in the strange 'device' he and Marla had
put into the backseat earlier. Her legs were hugely spread, strapped together,
thigh to calf and strapped to a tray arrangement under each leg.  A wide leather
strap running from the outside of one tray ran over her back and presumably was
buckled tightly down to the other side. Linda had a 'trainer and gag'
arrangement thrust in her mouth and bridging her face and going over her head. A
leather strap pulled her head up and back because it was looped through a ring
in the top of the trainer and buckled through a ring in the strap over her back.
Thrusting out Linda's behind were two buzzing dildos, one for each 'hole' and on
her nipples were a set of tightly screwed down nipple clamps. Linda was moaning
softly, sweating and trembling as Marla spoke to him:

"OK, lift her up off the seat and help me get her out of the car and up onto the
trolley, MASTER PAUL.....we've got some 'work' to do with her and we best be
getting to it......SOON!", Marla hissed at him.
