Sally Sold Down the River

Sally Sold Down the River, by Rum Bos’n

Chapter 2 - Stockholm Syndrome

This fantasy has been written for a good friend, who requested a story involving his wife.

Chapter 2 Stockholm Syndrome

The last  thing the gang  had done as they left the house was to release Sam and George. "Remember, if you want her back you won't go to the police. Don't forget, you are complicit in this rape, you paid for us to come and rape Sally."

George was only too aware of who had set these events in train. Sam had been unaware of the gang rape request, but had been instrumental in setting up the cuckolding arrangement between the three of the them in the first place. Going to the police would be in none of their interests. "there's nothing for it," said Sam, "we'll just have to sit tight, hope for the best, and keep an eye on the websites."

The white van, meanwhile, was leaving the prosperous suburbs of Houston, and heading for a poorer part of the town. There was  a brief stop to change the van crew with some fresh cock from one of the following cars, and Sally's rape continued as they drove through the shopping area. She could hear the people outside laughing and chattering, as the van stopped at red lights. "How surreal is this?", she pondered, "If only they knew what was going on only feet away", as Aaron slammed into her again. Her single nipple was cherry red from all the abuse it had received from teeth and tongues, and her breast was sore from all the slapping, and although she was still high on sex, she was beginning to worry about her future.

The convoy arrived at a non-descript warehouse on an industrial estate, gates opened and closed behind the convoy. As the convoy slowed to a halt, Luke stepped out of his BMW, walked round to the back of the van. He signaled to two members of the gang, who swung the van doors open to reveal Sally in all her naked glory. She was quite a sight! Her legs were stretched wide open, so the first view of Sally was of an open cunt, tramp stamp on her pubis now wearing away, and white cum dripping out in rivulets. "We need to capture this sight in film, George will enjoy that. I wonder if he will allow Sam to see her?"

Tripods & lights were set up, and hi-resolution images and video recorded, before Sally was unshackled. She was stiff and sore, and needed some moments before she could stand and walk. A red leather collar was buckled round her neck, and a dog chain attached, and her wrists were cuffed behind her. The red ball gag remained in her mouth - Luke wanted to have her somewhere more private before he removed it, when he sure she would have a lot say. It wouldn't do her any good, but it would get it out her system so her training could begin in earnest.

"Bring her to my office in 30 minutes" he ordered, and he strode off. Sally was now seriously worried. What was going to happen to her? Would she get to see her husband & lover again? And what did that big black man mean when he said "You can have your deposit back"? What had that been all about? Had George arranged the whole thing? She loved both of her men dearly, but she did wonder what happened to all the photos and videos that Sam took.

She was jerked out of her musings by the sudden insertion from behind her of several fingers into her cunt, lifting her off her feet and tipping her forward. She was thus propelled to a low couch by the wall, where she was tipped face down. Her arms were still secured behind her back, so she fell with a thud onto her breast. Her legs were kicked apart, and with no more ado another large black cock slipped inside her. This was someone new, but she didn't know who. Silently he fucked her hard, pressing her clitoris into the edge of the couch, and again she felt that old familiar sensation she was addicted to, and she climaxed as he  came inside her. At last he spoke. "That was good. Next time it will be your asshole." and he left her.

Before she could get her breath back, she was lifted to her feet, and the dog lead taken by a young back girl of about 19. She looked on the older white woman with disdain. "What a slut! You should see yourself, squirming around climaxing as you're being raped by MY man. I'll enjoy punishing you for seducing him."

Still gagged, Sally couldn't explain that she didn't ask him to, but she suspected that would make no difference anyway. Tugging viciously on the dog lead, the girl dragged Sally up some stairs to a set of offices above the warehouse. Looking down from the stairs, Sally could see several studio sets, photographic lighting and other paraphernalia. She had been photographed by Sam often enough to know what might be coming.

The girl pushed open one of the doors, revealing a large plush office area, a large oak desk, leather computer chair, filing cabinets and other office paraphernalia, What caught her eye, however, was the large St Andrew's cross against the wall, made from robust chunks of rough wood and with straps set into it at  various locations. She could imagine what that might be used for, and she imagined herself strapped to that cross, her legs and arms splayed. A delightful mix of terror and excitement swept over her. How would she cope, she wondered, if that were to happen? Then she saw the array of whips in the corner, and her heart skipped, her stomach sank, and her female juices flowed even more copiously.

The dog chain attached to her collar jerked again, and she was pulled into the room, feeling the carpet under her feet, a contrast to the concrete of the warehouse floor and the steel mesh of the stairway. She felt the edge of the desk press against her thighs, but the tugging of the chain continued, downward now, as the girl stood on the far side of the desk, pulling hard on the chain so that Sally was forced to bend over the desk. When Sally's single breast was pressed hard against the desktop the chain black girl secured the chain to a hook in the floor - she had obviously done this before.

Stepping round behind her naked victim, she kicked her feet outwards so they were about a yard apart, then attached her ankles to manacles attached to the legs of the desk. She was now on full view to anyone walking past the office door, and her ass and cunt available to anyone who wanted to make use of her. "Your master will be up to see to you later. Look forward to an exciting time. Here's a little something from me whilst you wait." So saying, she brought the whip she was holding down hard across Sally's ass. Sally screamed into her ball gag, as a red line streaked across the cheeks of her ass. Jerking upward, her neck was brought to a sudden halt by the chain. The girl laughed, and dug her fingers hard and deep into Sally's cunt. "What a slut! You're sopping wet! Well you should have a good time here!" She left, leaving the door wide open. Sally could hear her giggling as she clattered down the staircase.

Time passed - she had no means of knowing how long. People came and looked in, some whistled, many made lewd comments, one or two slipped fingers into her cunt briefly before departing. "Mmmm! Smells delicious" said a female voice. She was beginning to ache all over, and pangs of hunger were taking over from her desire for sex, when she felt the presence of another person, and the door slammed shut. "Well there's a welcome sight for red blooded black man! A white slut displaying her ass just begging to be fucked. Well you're gonna have to wait to have your anal cherry taken, Sally. George has told me all about you, so there's no need to be shy. I know you've never been ass fucked, but that's about to change, and it will all be captured on video for the benefit of George and Sam, and also the many customers of our porn sites. We're gonna make you a star, Sally. That'll be good, won't it?"

Sally, meanwhile, was in a state if shock, so George had arranged for her to be gang raped. And as she was getting over that surprise, Luke's plans filtered into her consciousness. She didn't want to be a porn star. She was frightened of being fucked in the ass, she was sure it would be very painful. She just wanted to be Sally, a successful account manager, wife of Sam and lover of Sam's best friend George, although she was going to read his horoscope when she saw him next! “What am I thinking of?”, she thought bitterly, “I might never see him again.”

"So here's the riff, Sally." Luke's voice broke through her self pity. "You are now mine, for me to use as I wish. George and Sam won't go to the police, firstly, because they are complicit, and secondly, because I've told them I will return you to them when I've finished with you. But, and it is a big but, that also depends on you co-operating with us."

Slipping three fingers inside her, he continued "you're obviously a natural slut. This humiliation is turning you on, so you might enjoy your time with us. However, your enjoyment isn't our concern." Sally wasn't so sure she would enjoy it, but it was true that she was turned by being bent over his desk with her legs widespread, and his fingers moving about inside her.

"You are going to feature in some movies about an attractive middle aged housewife discovering the attractions of black cock, lesbianism, bondage, submission and sexual pain. Your boyfriend has told me you have only experienced some light bondage and some gentle smacking, and that he'd like to see you properly serviced and abused. I have cancelled my contract with him, because I can see you are ready for some serious perversion, and I can make more money by making a series of videos of your gradual humiliation and degradation to white slut for black brothers and sisters. When we have finished with you you will find George and Sam too tame for your needs, you’ll see."

Sally groaned into her gag. George was going to get some serious grief if she got out of this mess!

Luke continued: "Tempting as your ass is, bent over my desk, the taking of your anal cherry is gonna be filmed in hi definition video, for wide circulation. "

"I'm going to undo your bonds now, and remove that ball gag. If you give me any grief at all, shout, scream, or attempt to escape, then the bonds and gag go back on, and you'll be chained down when not actually filming. Nod if you understand and accept my terms."

Sally nodded hard, as hard as the bonds would allow. Luke released the ankle restraints, and she tentatively brought her legs together, as blood began to flow unrestricted, and muscles began to adjust to the ability to move. The wrist cuffs were next to go, to be followed by the dog chain around her neck. Luke put his arms around her, grasping her breast a he did so, and half lifted her into a standing position, before picking her up in his arms and carrying her to the settee. Sally felt safe in his strong arms, even though he was her captor. Setting her down surprisingly gently, he removed the ball gag. More than any of the bonds, this was the thing she hated most. It made her jaw ache, and the inability to swallow meant she dribbled constantly, a source of embarrassment even greater than her nakedness.

As she rubbed her jaw, her captor went to the door of the office, and called down to someone below to bring up coffee and sandwiches, and then returned to his new captive. "You behave yourself, and we'll see you alright. We need our new film star to be in fine fettle for her new role."

She was still wondering what to say, formulating questions in her mind that she wasn't sure she wanted answers too, when a young man appeared in the doorway with 2 cups of coffee, a plate of sandwiches and some Danish pastries. Realising how hungry she was she pushed the questions to the back of her mind, and tucked in to the proffered food. Neither Luke nor Sally said anything whilst she ate, Luke munching a pastry & sipping hot coffee.

At length, she drained her cup, and said nervously, "tell me more about your relationship with Sam and George. What was the plan?

"George wanted to give you and Sam a new experience, a gang rape captured on video, and paid me $5000 in advance. Your husband wasn't aware of the  plan, it came as a surprise to him as well as you. But as the scene was being recorded it became obvious that you were a natural sex slave, and I could use you much more profitably in other ways. And besides, I wanted to really own your ass, not just use it for a few hours.

"So let's get this straight. I now have the power of life and death over you. It will be far better for you to co-operate with us. Co-operation will greatly increase your chances of seeing your husband and lover again. You've had a long day, now I'll take you to your room. There's a shower, and some fresh clothes. Take a shower and get some sleep - we have long day shooting tomorrow. So if you're ready.....?" He reattached the dog chain around her neck, and recuffed her wrists behind her. However he did not put the ball gag back in her mouth, and she was very pleased about that. "Perhaps he cares about me?" she wondered. He was good looking man, obviously well educated, a natural leader - and well endowed ..... but she pushed the thought out of her mind. What was she thinking about! He had raped her and imprisoned her, and was threatening to do awful things with her.

He led her out of the office and down the stairs. She was aware of being watched by both men and women, and recognised some of her rapists. She averted her gaze, blushing with embarrassment, as they laughed at her, sniggered and made remarks about her. She was sure she would have been raped again, but for the presence of Luke. A hand reached out, and fingers pinched her nipple hard - she recognised the face of Luke's girlfriend, hatred in her eyes, as she inflicted pain on the older woman she saw as a rival.

After what seemed an eternity Luke opened a door with a large star on it. "This is the accommodation we use for our porn stars" he said. "You'll find it more than adequate." He led he into a comfortable room with soft lighting, double bed, en suite shower and toilet, coffee makings, a fridge. In fact just like a hotel room. Removing her dog chain, and the shackles pinning her arms behind her, he said" make yourself comfortable. I will come for you in the morning." He turned and left her alone in the room. A lock clicked - "her cell" she corrected herself.

Sally was suddenly overcome with weariness. It had been a long and eventful day, to say the least. It seemed a lifetime since she was giggling with the girls at the reunion, but it in fact it was less than 8 hours. A shower and bed, she told herself pragmatically, is just what the doctor ordered. The shower was clean, the water hot and plentiful, and she wallowed in its freshness, washing off  all the cum that had dried on her body and matted her hair. The white sheets were freshly laundered, and within minutes she was fast asleep.

She was awoken at 7 when Luke's girl ripped the sheets clean off the bed, gripped Sally's nipple hard between finger ad thumb, and pulled hard. Sally screamed in shock and pain. "Time to get up, slut. Today I get to whip you on camera, and boy am I going to enjoy that!"

Sally blanched, as she recalled her predicament, and how much this young black girl hated her. She could imagine her laying the whip on hard.

She hoped Luke would protect her from her worst excesses.

"Breakfast is on the dressing table. Don't be long in eating it. I want you  showered, hair washed and made up in an hour. The clothes you are to wear are in this. You are required to look like a normal 60 year old housewife, so use the makeup left on the dressing table to look glamorous, but not over the top. But being less than one third your age, I don't see how anyone can find you at all sexy, least of all Luke. I'm all he needs on the sex front."

The jealously in her voice was obvious. Sally felt  quite bucked that a good looking well educated man half her age found her sexy, and desired her. She felt that familiar feeling in her loins, that feeling she got when George was due to arrive to fuck her senseless, and her husband Sam would photograph and video the event. She had always wondered what he did with the photos, but didn't dare ask in case she didn't like the answer.

Giving one last twist to Sally's nipple, Luke's girl went to the door, turned, paused, and said silkily "... and I'm gonna whip that tit too, so prepare yourself. I am sooooo looking forward to this!" Then she was gone, and the key snicked in the lock behind her, leaving a very worried Sally heading for the shower. She had no wish to make it worse for herself by being late.

An hour later, Sally was dressed and made up as she had been told. She hoped that was what was really required. The clothes provided were the sort of clothes you would expect of a middle aged housewife, glamorous but sensible. With one exception - she was wearing black suspenders, dark stockings, no knickers and no bra. Despite her predicament and her concern for what the day might bring, she felt her cunt growing moist as she looked at herself in the mirror, and imagined herself being fucked by Luke. She realised with shock, and a certain amount of guilt, that her fantasies were of the cruel but good looking black man, not her  husband or her lover.

So it was with disappointment and some anger that Nyrene, Luke's girl, unlocked Sally's door to find Sally ready and waiting. She had hoped, and expected, that Sally would not be ready, giving her an excuse to increase the punishment. "Kneel" she demanded. Quickly Sally complied, whereupon Nyrene strapped the dog collar round Sally's neck, deliberately cinching it one notch tighter than was required. This was uncomfortably tight, but not dangerously so. "Put your hands behind your back so I can cuff them" was the next order, and Sally found herself once again bound, and being led like a bitch. The angry Nyrene pulled on the chain, and it was with difficulty that Sally avoided toppling forward.

Nyrene set off at a fast pace, half leading, half dragging Sally behind her. They hadn't far to go. Round the corner from her cell were a number of open fronted sets. Nyrene stopped in front of one of these, and Sally was amazed to see it was a good representation of her own lounge. Next door, a representation of her own hallway and front door. Luke was sitting in "her" lounge, waiting for her. "Ah, Sally, good morning, how nice to see you. I trust you slept well?", he said, and  Nyrene scowled.

"The scenario of the video is this: we are going to continue the scene we started yesterday, but excluding Sam and George. Nyrene, let the lady loose. She's the lady you'll never be." He failed to see the look of thunder pass over Nyrene's face, but Sally saw it well enough, and trembled. "We're gonna start by filming you coming through your front door.

When her bonds had been released, Sally rubbed her neck where the collar had been. She had worn chokers before, but never that tight, and that had been worrying. Luke's camera and lighting team set up for the shot, and an attractive black girl checked Sally's make up. "Now act naturally, unlock the door and walk in as if it's your own house. Walk up the hall towards the camera." She knew it was in her interest to co-operate, and she was even slightly flattered that she was thought sexy enough to make a porn film.

The cameras rolled, Sally unlocked the door and stepped inside. As she walked towards the camera at the end of the hall, as instructed, a naked black man stepped out of a side door, in front of her. She wasn't expecting this, and screamed loudly, as indeed Luke had intended she should. The man smiled, reached up and grabbed her wrist with one hand, picked her up like a sack of potatoes, slung her over his shoulder, as she continued to scream. He then walked past the camera, and out of the shot.

"Guys, that was great!" said Luke, as the man placed Sally back on her feet, and she stopped screaming. "The element of surprise there was essential. We've no need to re-shoot the scenes from yesterday. We'll move on to the following scenes. The first of these takes place in the lounge. The boys have been busy overnight making a mock up, but there are a few minor changes that you'll see when we get to them.

Sally was still getting over her recent scare, but was listening intently. What did he have in store for her? What were the changes he'd made, and why? She was about to find out. "OK guys, get her ready". Three more strong looking men appeared from behind the scenery. Sally could see Nyrene behind them, smiling evilly. Again she was picked up, and this time carried into "her lounge". She was dropped onto the settee, in some disarray. Looking round the set, she immediately saw the first change. A heavy wooden diagonal cross had been set up on one wall, with straps and shackles set in at various places.

"No guesses how we're going to use that, eh?" inquired Luke? Nyrene sniggered, a sound that sent shivers down Sally's spine. "Now get that slut naked, and we'll begin" he continued. Almost immediately, hands gripped the neck of her blouse from behind, and gave a sharp tug. Buttons popped off, and linen tore loudly, and the blouse was pulled clean off in one swift movement. "Yes!" shouted Nyrene, triumphantly, waving the garment in the air.

"Good one, Nye," Luke laughed, as Sally cowered with her hand on her breast. "Drop your hand, slut!" screamed Nyrene, and Sally complied quickly. "Drop that skirt NOW!" came the next command, and Sally fumbled with buttons to comply, and in no time at all the skirt was around her ankles. She stood there in her stockinged feet and red suspender belt, wondering whether she should remove those too. Luke saw her pondering, and said “keep the stockings and suspenders – they’re there to frame and accentuate your ass and cunt.”

Strong arms hustled her over to the wooden cross, and in no time at all she found herself strapped hard against the rough wood, with straps at ankles and wrists, and a broad belt cinched tight around he waist. "Great", said Nyrene, "I can start with her ass. That looks like it can take some punishment. 60 lashes at least, d'ye reckon, Luke?"

"We'll see how she goes, Nye. We need to look after her if we're going to get rich from her." Nyrene looked disappointed.

Meanwhile, lighting and cameras were being set up around the set. Again, a camera was set up specifically to video Sally's expressions, tears, and hopefully, ecstasy. Another was trained on the target area, her lovely ass, and another on the place where the whip mistress would stand as she delivered the strokes. Finally, an overview camera videoed the whole scene.

"OK Sally", said Luke, "No acting. I want you to act completely naturally. You won't be gagged, so scream all you like. in fact the more the better. Our clients like that." Sally determined then that at all costs she would keep quiet.

Luke spoke into camera. "Sally has been insolent to one of our sistas, and will be punished for that. The whip-mistress will be Nyrene - and sparks will fly, to be sure. Let the action begin."

Luke turned back to his team. " OK guys, let's go." red lights appeared on cameras as they began to roll. Now Nyrene spoke into camera, glaring at Sally all/the time. "Right, bitch, seduce my man would you? You handled his cock just fine, but let's see how you handle his whip." Sally croaked back "but I was raped, I didn't have a choice..." but her words ended in a grunt as the whip sliced into her ass. She bit her tongue, determined not to scream.

"What a slut, thinking you could seduce my man!" the whip bit again, and again Sally kept the scream to herself.

"Just because your husband prostitutes you with his best friend you think anyone will fuck you" - and again the whip kissed her ass.

"How much do you think George is paying Sam for your cunt? Does he get his money's worth?" - whip.

"I hear he hasn't paid enough to fuck your ass." - whip

"Well my man's gonna fuck your ass for free." whip. But Sally was lost in thought. "Money? I'm sure there's no money involved? They both love me dearly, I know for sure." But a seed of doubt had been planted.

"I've seen your shaved cunt on Ipernity.com." Whip.

"How many thousand men have wanked over pictures of you being fucked by your lover?" Whip.

"I bet you didn't know there is a close-up of your asshole and open cunt on Ipernity?" Whip. No Sally didn't know, in fact she didn't know what Ipernity was, but guessed it was a website. So that's what her husband had been spending his time on his PC doing! The bastard! But the exhibitionist streak in her started to lubricate her cunt.

"There are photos of you tied spread-eagled and blindfolded on a bed". Whip.

"There's a video of you tied to the bed and being gently chastised." Whip. Sally remembered that. That was a hot sex scene indeed. Her mind wandered off the matter in hand. Was she outraged to hear she had been spread over the Internet, or was she secretly pleased? Was George paying Sam for her services? Did she mind? She thought she probably did mind, but also hoped she was worth a lot. A high class prostitute - the idea was appealing.

Nyrene sensed that the whipping was not getting through to Sally. Enraged, she swapped the whip for a rattan cane. "I'm told your husband sometimes spanks your cunt with a plastic ruler to make you cum. He should have used this..." and swung the cane as hard as she could. Sally forgot her resolve to remain silent, and screamed long and shrill. The cameras recorded the sound, and her face suffused with pain. Nyrene smiled. "Gotcha! You bitch."

Three more times the cane swung, and red weals raked across Sally's ass. As Nyrene raise her hand again, it was caught by Luke. "That's enough, Nye", he growled. "We're not trying to do her permanent damage."

"You speak for yourself", thought Nyrene, but kept the thought to herself. Going close to Sally, she ran her fingers over the weals, then down the crack of her ass, over her asshole, and around her bare and shaved cunt. Speaking in a low voice, but still audible to the cameras, she said huskily, "I've seen photos of George shaving your cunt. So have thousands of others. And your cunt is sopping wet. You little pain slut! Or is it the news that thousands of men and women have got off on photos of you being fucked? Well there's much more of that to come, Luke will see to that."

Sally choked back a sob, but at the same time her cunt became even wetter. "I don't know what to think", she murmured, half to herself. Nyrene responded quickly, "You don't have to think, you just have to get whipped and fucked on camera. Make sure you do it well! Now we'll turn you round to whip your tit. As you've only one, it will get twice as many cuts - you'll enjoy that, won't you?" she said, pushing four fingers into Sally and pulling upwards."

"Not so fast" said Luke from behind the cameras. “That was so hot the camera team want to fuck her here and now, as she is, lashed to the cross. Leave the cameras rolling guys, come and fuck the slut. But not her ass, that cherry is to be mine."

So for the next 25 minutes the camera team had their fill of Sally. Five men of various ages fucked he senseless from behind, pressing her clitoris into the rough wood, and she came twice. At the end she was exhausted, and spunk was running out of her, down her legs - all captured by the cameras.

"Good stuff, guys. We'll take a break here, half an hour to freshen our star performer up. It looks like she could do with some coffee & doughnuts. I certainly could."

Sally was released from her bonds, and led to a couch where she lay on her side, cum still running out, the weals on her ass too tender to allow her to sit. As promised, coffee and doughnuts arrived, and Sally was surprised to find she was ravenously hungry, wolfing down two doughnuts, and three cups of coffee.

When, after 30 minutes precisely, Luke said "Right, back to work", Sally felt a great deal better, but was dreading the next session. Cameras rolled as she was manhandled back to the cross, this time shackled spread-eagled with her back against the wood. Again a strap was cinched tight round her waist. Nyrene stood by impatiently, flicking a light whip against the palm of her hand. Cameras panned over her body, close ups of he shaven cunt, and her single breast, and the mastectomy scar, and of her tear streaked and fearful face. Nyrene held her face between finger and thumb, and forced the whip handle  into her mouth. "Suck it like the cocksucker you are," she commanded and Sally sucked, imagining it was George's cock she was sucking.

"Now I'm going to whip your tit. I'm particularly keen to whip that nipple of yours, Already it's as hard as a button." Sally blushed, it was true. Pulling the whip from Sally's lips, she brought it down hard across the top of her breast. A thin red line appeared instantly, and Sally howled. Several more blows followed at intervals that allowed the pain to subside, and included the under side of her breast. "Now what you've been looking forward to, I'm going to whip your nipple. Neither your lover nor your cuckolded husband have ever done that." The whip sang, and Sally screamed as it came down on the top of her nipple, the thin end whipping round the nipple. Three more followed, and finally a cut straight across both breast and nipple. Mean red strips criss crossed Sally's breast, as Nyrene dropped the whip, and used each hand alternately to slap her breast back and forth. "Now do you still feel sexy, old slut?" and dipped her fingers into Sally's cunt. "Hmmm, quite moist. You are quite the little pain slut, aren't you?" Subconsciously, Sally wriggled her cunt to feel more of Nyrene's fingers. Nyrene noticed, "well you old dyke, getting off on the fingers of a black girl young enough to be your granddaughter! Your work colleagues are going to love that," and she laughed, and stepped back.

Unbeknown to Sally, the cross was attached to the wall of the set by an axle. A young black man now spun the cross 180 degrees, so that Sally's open cunt was uppermost. "Now I'm going to whip your cunt, Sally. Sam may have brought you off with a plastic ruler, but I'm going to do it properly."

Nyrene noticed that now Sally was upside down, her face was about 18 inches from the floor. She knelt on the floor, flipped her short skirt over her back to reveal a pantiless ass, and backed her sopping cunt into Sally's face. "Luke, whip her cunt for me while she gives me a good tonguing. You boys have had your fun with her, now it's my turn."

This wasn't in the script, but Luke could see the commercial possibilities. "OK Nye, but I want you naked first." Nyrene couldn't strip off fast enough, and growled into Sally's face, "I want your tongue deep in my ass and cunt. My man's gonna whip your cunt until I cum, so make it good," then returned to her position with her ass in Sally's face.

As the cameras rolled, Luke selected a light whip. He was aware of the serious damage he could do and was going to be careful to avoid that. In fact it was better that he whipped Sally's cunt than Nyrene, as Nye would have no self control and wouldn't know when to stop.

"You hard what Nyrene said. The whipping will stop when Nyrene cums- understand?" Sally understood just fine, and started licking Nyrene's crack, desperately seeking her cunt. The first stroke landed on her cunt lips, not too hard but was both painful and a shock, and she squeal into Nyrene's ass. Nyrene wriggled with pleasure. This was just too good. If she wasn't careful she would cum immediately, and she pulled away slightly. Sally lifted her head to keep her tongue in contact.

The second stoke came, harder than the first and right between her labia. She screamed and desperately pushed he tongue forward, as Nyrene was pushing her ass back. Tongue contacted asshole, and entered slightly. Nyrene shuddered, and pushed back harder. Her fingers went to her own cunt, flicking her clitoris. "More Luke, harder," she screamed. Luke went into overdrive, raining blows on Sally's cunt, clitoris and ass hole. Each blow sent a jolt through Sally and into Nyrene, and Sally's whimperings and little screams added to Nyrene's excitement. After one particularly loud scream from Sally Nyrene came loudly, grinding her ass as hard as she could into Sally's face. Luke dropped the whip as Nyrene, dripping with sweat and female cum, fell forward on to the floor, exhausted.

Luke now entered the scene as actor, not director. Wearing only a red thong, he rotated the cross so Sally was upright. He attached the dog collar and chain round Sally's neck, before undoing the shackles that bound her spread-eagled to he cross. Her face was a real mess, smeared with Nyrene's cum, red weals on her ankles, wrists and waist where she had been bound. She was pleased to be able to move her limbs again, and exercised her limbs to get the circulation going again.

"Get on your hands and knees, like the bitch on heat you are," he ordered. Tugging on the lead, he led her through the set of her own lounge to a padded armchair. Instead of sitting on it, as she had expected, he led her  behind it. Bending over, he placed one large hand on her breast, and the other between her legs. Effortlessly, he hoisted her up and dropped her onto the back of the armchair, her head against the seat and her legs draped over the back. Her ass, complete with red weals from the whipping it had received, was uppermost. Sally's arms flailed about, but Luke grabbed them and cuffed them behind her back. Eyebolts, with ropes already attached, were set into the floor. Quickly he lashed her ankles to the eyebolts, again spreading her legs wide.

Stepping back, he admired his handiwork, and the attractive 60 year old woman spread in front of him. "Very nice", he said. "Now it's time to take your anal cherry, as promised. You're too tense - that's not good. We'll have to see about that."

Sally was fearful of the impending anal rape, but the humiliation of being bound and spread open in front of a virile and attractive man was getting to her, and her juices were beginning to flow. Just as she was imagining the event, a stinging slap on her ass caused her to cry out in shock, and jerk her torso upwards. More slaps - he was spanking her ass, which was already tender from the earlier whipping by Nyrene. Sam and George spanked her from time to time, she could handle that, and she found herself grinding her pussy into the back of the chair.

Suddenly the spanking stopped. She felt the cheeks of her ass being pulled wide apart. "This is it!" she thought. She was wrong. Luke swung a cane down hard along the crease of her ass, and directly on her asshole. The pain was intense, but so was the pleasure. Almost immediately she felt Luke's cock slide deep into her cunt, pushing hard against her cervix. Sally gasped with relief. He was going to fuck her cunt, not her ass! Wrong again! Luke was simply lubricating his cock with her juices. After 2 strokes he pulled out. As she opened her mouth to groan with dismay, he plunged deep into her asshole, to the very hilt.

Sally squealed like a stuck pig. The pain! The humiliation! Without pause he continued to fuck her ass, going right out before plunging straight back in. He did this deliberately, to achieve maximum pain and maximum humiliation. She would have to get used to being ass fucked, and the sooner she did the easier it would be for her. He looked on it as doing her a favour. As he approached his climax he grabbed her wrist cuffs and pulled hard, pumping his cum deep into her bowels. She could feel his cum, hot and plentiful, flooding into her. To her surprise, she came too, a climax of an intensity she had rarely achieved with Sam or George.

"Pretty good for you first time! Are you sure you haven't been ass fucked before?" Without waiting for an answer, he went on "we'll get to the ATM stuff later in your training. It's too soon for you to cope with that." "ATM?" she thought, "what the fuck is that?"

Luke pulled out. "OK guys. She's all yours. Fuck her all you want as long as you use her ass. I want her well broken in. Just keep the cameras rolling - I'm going for a beer." He turned and walked out without a backward glance. As he did so, crowds were gathering and a queue forming. Sally was in despair. She had come to think of Luke as her protector, and he was abandoning her! She had never heard of the Stockholm Syndrome, but she was becoming one of its victims, nevertheless.

Much later that night, a DVD was delivered to Sam's house. It was entitled simply "Initial Training", and marked "with compliments, Luke & Sally".

  ......Will we hear more of Sally's adventures? Time will tell - it rather depends on the reaction of Sally's husband when he reads it! See the real Sally at www.ipernity.com, (look for Charlie Zulu)

  NB. Stockholm syndrome is a psychological response sometimes seen in abducted hostages, in which the hostage shows signs of loyalty to the hostage-taker, regardless of the danger or risk in which they have been placed. The syndrome is named after the Norrmalmstorg robbery of Kreditbanken at Norrmalmstorg in Stockholm, in which the bank robbers held bank employees hostage from August 23 to August 28 in 1973. In this case, the victims became emotionally attached to their victimizers, and even defended their captors after they were freed from their six-day ordeal. (ref Wikipedia)