Chapter 82: Sweet Hands

The trunk opened -- pop! Kathy blinked and blinked as her eyes adjusted to the dusky light. She didn't recognize the street, but from the general decomposition knew they must be in poor town.

A giant neon sign towered above Officer Ray's squad car. In flickering red it proclaimed "MO EL" across the top and "Rooms by the Hour" in white below. "Oh Christi," she exclaimed, "it's just the way I imagined it! Have you ever seen anything so, so romantic?"

"No!" They both squealed in delight.

Kathy was so excited she could barely hold still as Officer Ray covered her eyes with a long piece of white cloth.

"Ho, ho, ladies, mustn't peak or it might ruin the surprise."

"Okay, Officer Ray, we won't," the girls sang in unison.

Blindfolded, Kathy and Christi were led down a long, outdoor passage then through a doorway. The room smelled of dust and old men. A thin electrical hum cut the silence.

Ray guided Kathy onto a bed. "Kneel down and give me your hands." She felt cold steel and heard a crisp "snap" as the handcuffs closed around her wrists. She gave them a little tug and realized she'd been secured to the bed frame.

Ray allowed Christi to put on her pantyhose before telling her to open her mouth. "Oh, it tastes like cinnamuuuughffff," she noted before falling strangely silent.

Kathy heard nylon ripping, then Ray's saying "sit on this" and cuffs and buckles snapping into place just before Christi wailed a long, desperate "ppeeeeeeffffff ppppoooeeefffffffEEEEEEEEEE!"

The blindfolds were whisked away. Kathy looked over her shoulder to see Christi bound to a wooden chair by ankle cuffs and a thick black leather band around her waist. Her right hand was cuffed to the chair leg. She held the stun gun in her left.

Christi let out an "EEEEEEEEEEE!" through the breathing hole of the bright red gag stuck in her mouth. Her brilliant blue eyes flashed as she fought desperately against the restraints. A drop of pink slobber trickled onto her white blouse.

Then Kathy spied the empty box for a penis gag on the floor. Next to it was an empty package for a giant double dildo. No wonder Christi was raising such a commotion, for both containers bore the words "Made from 100% Natural Cinnamon Candy!" and "Nothin' Says Lovin' like Atomic Cocks 'O' Fire!"

"Well, ladies, it looks like everything's in order here," Officer Ray tipped his hat. "I'll be in the car if you need me. Have fun."

Ray flipped off the light -- click! -- on his way out.

"Hello, Kathy." A man's voice spoke softly. It was Michael!

"Michael!" Kathy searched the darkness for his face.

He lit a candle, but stayed behind her. "So, this is your fiancee, Christi, the famous torture mouse."

"MMMMMuuuuuuffffffff."

"Do you like the 'candy' I brought you, torture mouse?"

Christi shook her head "yes." Kathy could see beads of sweat rolling down her face in the flickering light.

"That's good," the voice smiled. "I've brought some sharpened knitting needles to skewer your breasts with later."

"OOOOhhhhhhh, goooooooooooodddddtttthhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"

"Michael," Kathy pleaded, "won't you let me see you?"

There was no reply. Instead, she felt his weight on the bed and herself being entered. Although his approach was a tad abrupt, Kathy welcomed the reunion. They were a perfect fit, even better than she remembered, and she moaned in sweet contentment.

Kathy's heart sang as Michael's hands slowly climbed her body, flicking up her tummy and across her breasts before coming to rest around her neck. Gently, he wrapped his long fingers around her breathing pipe and began to squeeze. "Don't worry, little Kathy," he comforted, "I'm all better now. I'll let go when I come."

"It's okay," she whispered before the pressure rendered her speechless.

Kathy loved the feel of his manhood pulsing inside her, but it was his hands, those sweet hands that held her attention. They tightened and loosened as their bodies fell into synch and they began their long climb toward ecstasy.

But after several nearly-breathless minutes, she suddenly felt something was wrong! Michael had stopped relaxing his grip. Sparks were flying before her eyes and the room was fading away. The voices were back, calling for her to come with them, promising impossible things.

In terror, she looked at Christi, pleading for help with her eyes, but she could see that her beloved had been overcome by the hot cocks. The beautiful brunette's beet red face was locked in an expression of beatific suffering. The hand holding the stun gun lay limply in her lap!

At that moment Kathy realized that, unless Michael started cumming, she'd soon be going.