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Abducted and Enslaved

Copyright© 2002 by MarkMersereau

Chapter 36: Sheila Applies for Blue Girl Status

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 36: Sheila Applies for Blue Girl Status - Detective type plot with principal protagonist a newswoman. She is abducted along with other females (and males) for white slavery on south Atlantic island frequented by the wealthy.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   mt/ft   Ma/ft   mt/Fa   Fa/Fa   ft/ft   Fa/ft   Ma/mt   Mult   NonConsensual   Reluctant   Rape   Coercion   Blackmail   Lesbian   BiSexual   Heterosexual   BDSM   DomSub   MaleDom   FemaleDom   Spanking   Humiliation   Sadistic   Gang Bang   Group Sex   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   Masturbation   Sex Toys   Squirting   Food   Water Sports   Enema   Exhibitionism   Voyeurism   Size   Slow  

"Why are you doing this to me?" Wendy cried.

Instead of replying, Crane fingered one of her erect nipples, flicking it up and down.

Eventually, he responded, "Isn't this rather late in the game to ask me that? How long have you been here?"

Crane paused for a moment. So many females had passed through his bedroom that, at times, trying to recall the history of one was difficult.

"A week," she said.

"Nearly," he agreed. "Why are you suddenly curious now, six days later?"

Wendy was manacled to the wall in his bedroom, occupying one of the three positions available there to maintain females for his use, whether day or night. Except for the harness, she was naked. Her wrists were gripped in handcuffs several feet to each side of her, near the ceiling and her ankles by cuffs near the floor, keeping all four of her limbs spread wide apart.

A fat smoothie vibrator, set at its highest setting, was stuffed up her rectum, kept in by a strap of the harness which had been drawn tightly between her buttocks, between her inner labia, and back up to the belt that was around her waist.

On previous days Wendy had a second vibrator in her vagina as well as a butterfly vibe over her clit, but at the moment the harness held only the one. Crane was holding the front strap a few inches away from and to one side of her labia. He held a coil vibrator in his other hand and was applying it to her swollen clitoris. Occasionally, he inserted it into her vagina, but when he did, he worked it about lightly in the vestibule, to avoid causing her to ejaculate.

He spread her outer labia with two fingers. Now, with more room provided for the vibrating head, he drew it lightly up the right side of Wendy's clit.

The brunette moaned, and she closed her eyes. Crane drew the vibrator slowly upward, over the ridge, and down the other side.

"Aaah! Aaaah! Aaaaah!" Wendy cried, shaking in her bonds. Crane grasped her throbbing clit, holding it between his finger and thumb in order to feel its pulsations. He gripped it until the spasms subsided.

Wendy gasped several times, drawing in deeper and deeper breaths until, finally, she relaxed in her bonds. "Whew!" she said. "God, I must have come a hundred times this week! Why are you doing this to me?"

"Why? Don't you like it?"

"That isn't the point. I just asked you why."

"Well," he said; "It's rather a long story. When I was younger, I worked on a ranch in Nevada. I was a general handyman. Guard, bouncer."

"Bouncer? At a ranch?"

He smiled. "Some 'ranches' there are just fancy whore houses. Anyway, one of the girls told me that she could have an orgasm by being touched almost anywhere on her body. She had developed the ability when she was in business for herself, in L.A. She claimed she didn't provide any of the usual sex. She and the customer would just masturbate, sometimes just themselves and sometimes each other. She came dozens of times every day and, after three years of that, almost any touch could give her an orgasm. I want to see if we can do the same with you."

"Jesus!" Wendy exclaimed. You are weird!"


Crane suddenly moaned, causing Wendy to look down.

Sarah was a brunette as slender as Wendy but younger. Just eighteen, she was kneeling naked on the carpet before Crane, her encircling fingers gripping the shaft of Crane's penis and her mouth avidly working upon its fat head.

Wendy blushed, and she looked back up. She said, "When those blue girls brought me up here," she said; "I was scared of you. I was sure that you were some kind of awful pervert who might do god knows what to me! After this week, I concluded that you're not. You're just an ordinary pervert, like other guys."

Smiling, Crane responded, "I'm disappointed. I thought I was unique."

He extended his arm over Sarah's head. Palm up, he inserted his forefinger into Wendy's vagina. It reappeared, dripping. He inserted it in his mouth and sucked it clean.

"God! you're dirty!" Wendy exclaimed, grimacing. She turned her head to the side.


Sarah's stroking tongue was leading Crane inexorably toward an orgasm. Over the several months that Sarah had been his slave, the girl had developed from an awkward and sexually ignorant high school senior who had only fucked one boy to an expert at sucking his cock.

This morning it seemed that Sarah was determined to tease him. She hadn't pumped his cock with her hand once. Instead, for the entire half hour, she had used only her tongue and her lips. By now she probably had a good idea of how great an urge he had to grip her by her hoop earrings and fuck her mouth, shoving his cock down her throat.

Doubtless that was what she wanted him to do. She probably was thinking about his instructing her about the benefit of pumping the skin of his shaft and wanted to show how she didn't need to. She could dispense with using her hands by now, Crane knew, and even of bobbing her head. He was restraining himself as much as he could, but every minute made it more difficult. She'd soon send him over the brink.

The buzzer sounded.

"Ignore it," Crane told her. "Don't get up. Kelly is going to bring the blonde in here."


Sheila and Kelly exited the elevator on the fourth floor.

Sheila felt nervous. She even felt a little frightened. She had no idea whether Ed had been able to do anything about their situation. During that 'cock-length' session in his cell, there had been no opportunity to say anything to him; moreover, from the way he and his cellmate had been bound, she doubted that he could do even as much as she. At least at times (like now) her hands were of some use even though they were manacled up close to her throat.

In any case, working as a 'blue girl' might be the only means by which they might be rescued. The luggage she had seen in the Reception Room certainly resembled theirs and, if she were working for Crane, she could look for her shoes in which the transmitter and receiver were hidden. On the other hand, could she persuade Crane that she was serious about wanting to work as a 'blue girl'? If he thought that she was lying, that she had a secret reason for wanting the job, what would he do? And, even worse, if she were caught with the transmitter, what would happen to her then?

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