Memoirs of a s*x Toy

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“You don’t suppose we could make a deal on this one?” Raul remarked, as he gently caressed the captive’s face with the backside of his fingers.

Pushing forty, the Mexican was a handsome man, though the severity of his manner would give any woman reason to fear. His face was cleanly shaved. His eyes dark and smoldering. And his jet black hair was combed straight back into a ponytail. Smirking from one side of his mouth, he looked as lecherous as his heart would prove to be.

The other two guests had approached the hanging girl as well. The tall redheaded Fritz seemed as comfortable with the scene as Raul was, while Trent, an ex-Marine with a buzz cut and a stiff demeanor, stood back warily appraising the scene and not yet ready to comment.

Standing by the barn door observing, Maximus smiled thinly, and responded to Raul’s question. “I’m sure we could make a deal—should I decide to dispose of her.”

The comment was enough to jar the woman with a quaking shiver. Just an hour before, Maximus had been thrashing through his woods in search of the intruder, enough to assume that his tux would be dirty if not entirely ruined by the hike. And yet, there was not a wrinkle in his appearance. He looked as starched and handsome as when he first dressed that night. While his guests were eagerly enjoying his pretty prisoner, he displayed an air of almost casual indifference. At last, he walked forward with his eyes riveted on the brunette, and stopped directly in front of her. He looked to be deep in thought, carefully considering how to handle the intruder.

“You know, you can’t leave her hanging here all night, Max,” Fritz finally chimed in.

“But it would be so satisfying if I could,” his host answered with a sigh. “Maybe you’d like to cut away her clothes, see what charms she’s hiding underneath.”

“And leave the ropes? Hum? That should be a bit of fun,” Fritz replied. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a switch blade, his big smile beaming now. “I knew I carried this around for a reason,” he joked. The blade flashed even in the dingy light, and made the captive’s eyes grow wider than they already were. “No need to be afraid,” he told her. “I’ll be very gentle.” Clearly he was mocking her with his cocky bravado, but he was, in fact, quite gentle as he carefully inserted the tip of the switchblade into her clothes and pulled back with a tug, leaving gaping holes in the black fabric of her turtle neck and pants.

Once the woman’s clothes were nearly in shreds, Raul stepped in to pull the loose material from between the binding ropes. Some came off in strips, others in small bits, all discarded on the barn floor. As the two men worked, Maximus and the Marine watched the captive’s skin come into view, noting how the creamy white contrasted starkly with the black of her ruined clothes. And though she was not a nubile twenty-year old, the unveiling exposed a perfectly proportioned woman in her late thirties, with a trim waist, firm breasts and muscled thighs. She obviously kept herself in shape.

It was not surprising that she shivered—the barn wasn’t cold, but it was hardly a cozy atmosphere for casual nudity. Whether it was from the chill in the air or the honest arousal, her n*****s had drawn up tightly into hardened pebbles against the bed of her round and pinkish aureoles.

“Nice b***h,” Raul was again the first to comment directly. He pinched each exposed n****e several times, enough to hurt, enough so the woman appeared to gasp from behind the gag. “Hurt, does it?” The question was obviously rhetorical, leaving Raul amused by her enforced silence. “Right, you can’t talk, can you, pretty one?” His grey eyes gleamed with devilish glee and he continued a careful perusal of the captive’s body.

While the entirety of her body appeared to be without blemish, it was difficult to see much of her crotch with so much rope hiding the view. Still, the impatient Raul was quick to lay a hand between her legs where he could feel the heat of her body throbbing on his fingers. Enthused by even the most subtle response from the woman, he tugged the rope aside so he could finger her slit and found her p***y surprisingly wet.

As Raul worked his fingers into her and manipulated her c******s, her breath became short and labored. Three fingers were soon ramming into her cunt. When she closed her eyes—presumably to close out the sight of her tormentor—she earned a slap to her face. Raul was not pleased.

“Look at me, slut!” His glee had turned dark and forbidding, and when she didn’t respond, he slapped her again. “Look at me!

The second slap stung enough so that her eyes shot open and for a moment a look of terror could be seen in her otherwise placid face. She breathed deep, in an apparent attempt to will her fear away. Whether her efforts were successful was hard to determine, though it would have taken one tough b***h not to feel some degree of alarm in her current situation.

Raul smirked and stepped away. “You’re very good, you know?” He spoke with some admiration. I’m betting you’re trainable.” He turned again to Maximus. “Yes, I would like to have her if only for a night. She would make a fine toy.”

“Perhaps so,” Maximus answered. “But let’s not sell tickets to her debauchery so soon. For now, we’ll make an exhibition of her. See what we have here first.” He turned toward the far end of the barn, calling out for Travis.

Within seconds, the caretaker emerged from the shadows on his way from the Video Center located on the other side of the barn, where his team of security guards conducted round the clock surveillance of the property. In his work boots, grubby jeans and flannel shirt, Travis may have looked like a humble groundskeeper for a quaint English estate, but behind the façade was a savvy techie who knew his way around the tech world he’d proven to navigate with ease. He’d been with Maximus for nearly fifteen years and shared all his favorite fascinations—including the darker realms of s*x.

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Maximus Darrow, Max to a select few who knew him well, had started his career as an eager young professor, teaching in the emerging field of computer science. He was on the ground floor of the sss revolution and quickly made a fortune in devising the new technologies that ran the Internet. After acquiring several important patents and founding two high profile start-up companies, he sold out and retired by age forty—roughly eight years prior. He’d since purchased his one-hundred acres of prime Northwest property and built his unique home amidst the trees where he could be free of the distractions of city life. When he wasn’t using his property for the normal recreational pursuits of hunting, fishing and hiking, he held private parties to satisfy his s****l kink, and conducted research for several government projects in a top secret facility located on the property—both reasons for the high-tech fence and security staff designed to keep out intruders like this newest one. However, not every intruder was given the same treatment as the tethered female, just a selected few.

Until his retirement, Maximus had lived a high profile, highly intense lifestyle, commuting between his Northwest based Internet companies, New York, London and Silicone Valley. He had a quick wit and a charismatic personality that attracted women like flies—though there were few who measured up to his enigmatic standards. He was rich, good-looking, a lavish patron of the arts, and willing to give up a bit of his privacy for a few years in the limelight; which meant that as his star power grew, he was highly sought after for magazines like People, GQ, even Rolling Stone, and all the major talk shows. An early biography of his meteoric rise topped sss book sales for weeks.

For the most part, Maximus kept his kink in the closet during those years, although hints of his bizarre predilections would occasionally drift to the surface and cause a stir with the press. He seemed to invite the curious question, no matter how inappropriate it might be, though he could easily dismiss queries about his fondness for bondage and domination with a casual laugh and remarks that led the conversation in another direction. In part, the quirks in his character made him more interesting to the media who often prayed at his feet for a jaunty one-liner or a smooth, eye-twinkling smile or, if they were lucky, a gem of a comment that could be twisted in a dozen different directions and keep the public speculating about its true intent until another media darling grabbed the headlines.

While being atop celebrity polls and garnering most-eligible bachelor status were fun for a time, Maximus did not regret his swift departure from the limelight. His secluded life gave him far more opportunity to delve into subjects that intrigued him most, and he didn’t regret the move for a minute. Unfortunately, his former celebrity status brought serious curiosity seekers to his home—from corporate spies who had suspicions regarding government research, to female groupies still hoping to win his heart, or at the very least wind up in his bed.

Just one glance at the woman he captured that night, and Maximus knew this particular female was in a category all her own.

After briefly conferring with Travis, Maximus turned back to his tuxedo clad friends with a furtive smile.

“You were thinking of whipping her?” he spoke specifically to Fritz.

“How well you climb inside my thoughts,” Fritz answered. “That’s exactly what I had in mind. Granted, she’ll be hard to mark with all that rope, but would it be fair to have a bit of bondage be the only punishment for her heinous crime?” The gleam in his eyes might be taken for playfulness, but he was dead serious about the whipping.

“I think you’ll find her ass fairly free of rope, why don’t you focus there? A few well-placed cuts and I’m sure the skin will suffer enough to make a point.”

“And the gag?”

Maximus’ smirk was more obvious this time as he answered his friend. “You do like to hear them scream, don’t you?”

Familiar with the set-up, Fritz moved from the barn’s open area and into the tack room by the stabled horses, emerging a minute later with a short whip. In his absence, Travis moved in to release the female from the tethers that anchored her to the support, then he turned her one-hundred and eighty degrees and made the vertical beam a whipping post. Her hands were bound again and raised to the hook in order to expose her ass. Just before he stood back to watch, he removed the gag, warning her: “Scream all you want, but that’s all we’d better hear from those pretty lips.” He paused long enough to see how she responded to his veiled threat before he stepped to the sidelines. But the woman responded as she had all night, giving only token resistance; suggesting that she knew clearly what she faced in order to get whatever it was she came for.

While the Marine, Raul and Travis watched the scene with rapt attention, and Maximus slowly strutted back and forth behind them, Fritz stepped in with his signal whip. A few cracks inside the empty area, just for practice, seemed to rip through the night air—fair warning. Aiming directly for the captive’s round firm ass, Fritz snapped the punishment end of his weapon and delivered several deeply cutting blows to the unmarked skin where vicious red welts rose up in seconds. At first, the victim groaned as she absorbed the blows and the pain passed through her. Soon enough, Fritz’s swiftly cutting weapon raised such a fiery sting on her bottom that her groans increased in volume until she was crying for mercy and hot tears were streaming down her face. By the time Fritz finally finished and stepped back, there were marks deep enough to last for days, and the quivering beauty collapsed against the beam, sobbing.

“Enough?” Fritz turned to Maximus with the question.

“For now,” he returned, then to all three, “if you’ll make your way back to the house, we’ll be joining you shortly.”

The party was winding down, just a dozen guests remained, though another dozen were in the screening room watching a new Indie film, a sexy, small-budget Spanish production with English sub-titles. Those still in the living room were making small talk, finishing drinks and hors d’oeuvres when Maximus suddenly appeared in the doorway.