Miss Toni - Toni's Bedtime Stories

Toni wandered aimlessly through the musty aisles of the old, rundown warehouse. She had been attracted by the ad offering rare antiques at auction; she was a sucker for these sales but so far, nothing had caught her eye.

She rounded a corner and there it was! She took one glance and knew that she had to have it. "It" was an antique riding crop. Not the plastic handled types of today but a real antique. No date on it but the workmanship of the braided leather handle told her it was probably over 100 years old.

It had been lovingly cared for; the leather was supple and warm. She picked it up, fondled it, let her imagination run wild. Mmmmm, she thought, I wonder how it would feel if wielded correctly. Wielded for correction, too. Toni had often thought about this after seeing that movie about the Marquis de Sade but knew her husband would never ever consent to such play. He would think it perverse and dirty; she thought otherwise.

"I am somewhat of an expert in leather craft and this looks to me like the work of Antonio Rios, a famous Mexican artisan in leather of the late 19th and early 20th century.

"Well, not a collector as such but I was intrigued by the intricate braiding on the handle and if it goes cheap enough, I might buy it."

She knew quite well that she had to have it. She let the twin tips dangle across the palm of her hand and wondered what the kiss of the whip would feel like on butt cheeks when offered to her. She caught her breath at the thought.

Toni seated herself in the gallery and waited for the whip to be put up for sale. "Her" whip as she already thought of it. After a few items of little interest to her, there it was. The auctioneer held it high..

"Ladies and Gentleman, I have here an antique riding crop. Braided leather handle, twin tails, a thing of beauty. We attribute this item to the famous Mexican leather worker Antonio Rios although there is no provenance. Who will open the bidding? Do I hear fifty dollars? " Silence…Toni held her breath.

"Come, now, this beautiful piece is worth three times that. Fifty? All right, who will start the bidding?"

"Very well, I have a bid of twenty five dollars which is practically stealing this beautiful piece of Mexicana and the old west. Do I hear fifty?"

Toni raised her paddle again, but again she was outbid by the man in the back of the room. She craned her neck to see who it was bidding against her but couldn't find the location of her antagonist. And the bidding proceeded - 35, 40, 45, 50, 60.

This is madness, she thought. But I want that whip. When the bidding hit $100, the auctioneer pushed it up to $25 a bid. Toni bid $125 but her opponent raised it to $150. She was close to tears but that was just too much to pay for a "toy." She dropped out.

"Going once…twice…sold to the gentleman in the rear for $150. Sir, that is a real museum piece. Take good care of it."

The man who had looked at it while she was holding it before the auction came up to claim his purchase.

"YOU! DAMN YOU!" She was afraid her thoughts might be audible but then he glanced her way and motioned to her to come out in the hall. She got up and met him.

"I don't know your name, Miss, but I saw how much you wanted this piece. It came to me that you might cherish it more if it were a gift rather than a purchase." He handed it to her. "I want you to have it."

Toni was stunned. "Oh, no…I can't accept it." She wanted it so badly but a gift from a perfect stranger…oh, no. She couldn't.

"Of course you can," he said. "Ahhh…the American tradition of strangers probably. Let me introduce myself so we will be strangers no longer.

"I am Vladimir Tepiscue and I am with the Rumanian consulate here. My friends call me Laddy and I would be pleased if you would call me that too.

Toni was puzzled. A foreigner from a land she knew nothing about was offering her a valuable gift that she so desperately wanted. Were there strings attached, she wondered?

"Toni," she said in a very low voice. She felt nervous but also comfortable with him. A strange dichotomy, to say the least.,

"Let me show you something here, Toni. On the handle of the whip, right where the lashes are attached, is this strange symbol of a cactus. The auctioneer didn't know it but I recognize it as the mark of Antonio Rios.

"Perhaps you are not interested in it for those reasons…" His blue black eyes seemed to be boring into her very soul. My God! He is reading my mind, she thought.

"Ummmmm..no, not like that. Well, maybe a little curious…" How could she tell a perfect stranger that she longed for the kiss of the lash, wanted to feel it caressing her, teasing her body, sending a rosy glow suffusing through her very being to settle in an itch deep inside, an itch that could only be "scratched" one way.

She had often thought of it but her husband was too busy and too much of a workaholic to ever consider her needs, her wants, her desires. Toni looked at Laddy, admired his elegantly tailored suit, the neatly trimmed beard. But the most outstanding feature were his eyes, so blue that they were almost black. They seemed to be reaching inside her, reaching for her very soul.

"Would you like to come back to my place for a drink and to look at my collection of antique instruments of torture? I have collected them for years."

"Of course you can. My driver is here with my car and my housekeeper will be a chaperone. Here is my card and my diplomatic passport. You know all about me now, who I am and where I reside and work. You have nothing to fear, I assure you.

"I am aware of the American fear of strangers but you have nothing to fear from me."

Toni was trembling all over as she entered the black Cadillac at the curb. This isn't happening, she thought. But it was…

The car pulled into the driveway of a very elegant high-rise building along the river in the most expensive section of town. A uniformed attendant held the door for her and assisted her in alighting, then saluted Laddy. She was beginning to feel comfortable about using the name already; there had been no untoward movements or gestures during the short ride to his building to arouse her suspicions. Nothing but gentle questions and answers about each other.

Laddy admitted to being single; his work took him to all corners of the earth. He had served at stations in Europe, Asia, Africa and now the United States. His next step up would be the government in his home land where he expected to be a cabinet minister, even prime minister some day. The inner power showed his confidence. She felt a little awed, even intimidated, but definitely fascinated by the man.

Crossing a marbled lobby, they entered a beautifully paneled elevator to be whisked rapidly to a high floor. Laddy took her arm and led her to a remarkable and intricately carved walnut door which swung open as they approached. Greeting them was a young woman, tall, blond, unsmiling. Toni felt a sensuality in her manner but wasn't sure of who or what she was.

"Petra, this is Miss Toni. She is interested in some of the things we love too so she is my guest to inspect my little museum."

Petra curtseyed to her and led them into a lovely sitting room overlooking the river far below. Toni went to inspect the vista but was uncomfortable with the tall floor to ceiling windows. The height bothered her and she staggered back.

"Are you alright, my dear?" Laddy held her arm until she regained her balance. Perhaps it is time to see my little collection of "toys;" please come with me."

He led her down a long hall and took out a key to unlock a door at the far end. Petra followed them a short distance behind. Toni wondered about her presence but dismissed it in her eagerness to see what Laddy had in store for her.

The door swung open silently to show Toni a darkened room, lit only by a small lamp in a corner. As she gazed around, she caught her breath. On the wall to her right was a display of whips, the like of which she had never even imagined.

A six-foot bullwhip was the center piece but arranged tastefully around it were crops, floggers, cats, perhaps 15 or so. One in particular near the floor caught her eye. It looked a classical fly-flicker with a horse hair whisk. She bent over to examine it and as she touched it, she was startled.

Jumping up, she looked around to see Laddy with a wooden paddle in his hand.

"Isn't that why you came up here, my dear? If you wish, you may leave with your gift right now but I don't think you so wish, do you?"

It was if Laddy was reading her inner thoughts. Damn…that felt so good. Her butt cheeks still tingled but how had he known?

"I thought not," he said with an evil chuckle. "Do you have any thoughts on the matter or do you wish to leave it up to me?"

"Hmmmm…" words failed her. She wanted to feel more, experience more, know more but at the hands of a stranger? "I don't know," she said in a faint whisper.

"Of course you know. You want it as much as you wanted the whip at the auction, the one you are clutching so tightly right now.

"You know I am right, don't you? My dear Toni, you are as transparent as a pane of glass. So let us start but slowly. Leave your clothes on for now and bend over the library table in the middle of the room.

Toni moved as if in a trance. NOOOOO, she thought, this isn't happening. Her feet were like strangers to her as they transported her to the long table and she found herself lying over it, arms outstretched to clasp the sides.

A bolt of lightning shot through her body. Her ass cheeks tensed and quivered, fearing another lashing but begging for it. In rapid succession came three more:

Toni felt a rosy glow suffusing throughout her body. The blows stung but seemed to be setting her very being on fire.

The room was spinning around in her head as she clung to the table for support. Never had she known a feeling like this. The kiss of the whip was intoxicating indeed and while her ass seemed to be on fire, she longed for more, more, more…

Toni felt a hand rubbing her burning bottom. She glanced around to see Petra with a far-away look in her eyes as she rubbed Toni's blistering ass. Petra had let her hair down from the severe bun she had worn earlier and her tongue was darting from her mouth, licking her lips.

Toni merely shook her head and glanced around the room, seeking Laddy. He was at the display on the wall, selecting another instrument to play on her eager ass.

"Petra," he said, "I think it is time for the lovely Toni to feel the real power of the lash. With your permission, Toni, Petra is going to remove your slacks for a more intimate mating with the lash. Does this meet with your approval?"

"Yessssssssssssss," she hissed. Oh, God…she had wondered what this would be like for most of her adult life and now to know it was totally intoxicating. She felt hands at her waist, opening the slacks, sliding them down her legs. Toni was glad she had worn good panties that day;

Toni was embarrassed. Her lovely lavender silk panties were SOAKED. They will think me a fool, she muttered to her self. She felt Petra's hands grasping the waist band and slowly lowering the wet panties.

"Sir," said Petra. "I think you might want to see this…" she handed the panties to Laddy.

"AHA! What have we here? Miss Toni seems to be enjoying her little outing. But I fear noise so what I am going to do is muffle her cries…

"Toni, open your mouth please…that's right…wider. Very good" He took the balled panties and shoved them gently into Toni's mouth.

"OH MY GOD!" Toni tasted the pungency of her own ejaculate, smelled the aura of her own sexuality. Her entire body tensed as she awaited the next step in her initiation.

Suddenly, there were soft lips caressing her burning nether cheeks. She glanced around to see Petra holding her hips, licking the purple bruises that were beginning to show, kissing her gently. She felt the blond servant's tongue at her anus, licking, darting, tickling. Toni's entire body was shivering with lust. She pushed back against Petra's face and felt a finger on her clit.

"Enough for now, Petra; there will be time for that later." It was Laddy; she turned to see him brandishing a cat o' nine tails, slim leather lashes on a braided leather handle. The lashes were knotted at the ends for a more tantalizing kiss.

He swung it through the air a few times, bringing it by her ear to hear its song.

She could only grunt through the panties in her mouth but nodded her assent. Toni was close to passing out from the excitement of the lash, Petra's kisses and her own soaked panties in her mouth. She never thought life could ever be like this; she wanted more more more…

And then the cat landed on her back! She screamed through her gag and bucked against the table. It was magnificent!

Toni had anticipated a stinging blow from the cat but it didn't happen. Instead the knotted leather stingers caressed her back, running down her spine gently. It was a tickling sensation but unlike anything she had ever known.

"Please, oh, please…" she whimpered. "Let me feel it, let me know the cat. I need it so-o-o-o-o…"

Her voice trailed off into inaudibility as she squirmed on the table. She was not bound to it but instead was held by her own longing, her lust to know the feelings of submission. She had always thought she would have to have been bound to take a lashing but it had proven otherwise.

Laddy had other ideas in mind. "Petra," he commanded. Take some ropes and tie Toni's arms and legs to the table legs. We don't want her hopping around here, do we?" His laugh was low and sounded evil although she was fascinated by it. It sent as many shivers down her spine as the kiss of the cat.

Petra bound her wrists and ankles with rough scratchy ropes and then stood back.

"Toni, the Cat awaits you," said Laddy, and with that, the sting of a thousand bees on her ass cheeks sent her into a paroxysm of shudders. She found it hard to catch her breath as she felt the waves of a thousand lashes wash over her.

Again and again, the cat scourged her. Her thighs, the buttocks, her back, her shoulders all showed the kiss of the knotted lashes and she squirmed in her bondage. Her moans flowed out over the panties in her mouth and she found it difficult to catch her breath.

Another gasp signaled a new torment; she felt something wet and warm on her pussy. She couldn't turn her head the way she was tied and wondered what it was until she heard Petra's sighs. Oh my god - it's Petra's tongue at my cunt, she thought. Her squirming reached a new pitch of excitement upon the realization that another woman was at her gates of heaven, licking, tonguing, probing, darting.

Toni had often wondered about being with another woman but to have it happen this way: bound, gagged, whipped. It was too much. Her thighs quivered as the first orgasmic wave washed over her.

"Sir" it was Petra, "Miss Toni is about to cum; shall I take her to the next level?"

The next level? What was that? What could be more exciting than what she was experiencing at the moment? She soon found out as a hand covered her nostrils and mouth, cutting off her breathing.

Toni fought the hand that cut off her breath. She bucked against her bondage, but to no avail. The insistent tongue licked up and down, back and forth, from her pussy to her anus. She was on fire; her orgasm was building to heights never before known to her.

She shook her head wildly, fighting the hand that cut off the life flow of oxygen. Black specks floated in front of her wide eyes. Oh, no-o-o-o-o I can't stand it. Why can't they leave me alone. Don't leave me alone; I want more…her thoughts rambled through the gamut of emotion that was shaking her.

Her entire body went into a convulsive spasm. The orgasm wouldn't stop and she was getting weak from the intensity of it and the fight for breath. Then the hand was gone; she sucked air into her aching lungs. Her body relaxed and she lay limply on the table.

Petra relented on command of Laddy and slowly Toni regained control of her body and a semblance of composure. She had never been so wet in her life; she thought she had known intense sex before but never like this. She now understood why some women became slaves to dominant men.

He laughed softly. "I wonder what you mean by that? Did you enjoy it? Or was it too much for you…"

"Oh, no, sir…it was incredible. Unbelievable." She realized she had called him Sir; it had just slipped out. But she felt bound to him, a willing slave to his mastery.

The next step? Oh, my God, she thought…what more could they do? Nothing would ever surpass what had just occurred. But she was wrong….

Laddy and Petra allowed Toni a few moments of rest. She heard them whispering between themselve but couldn't make out what they were saying. Suddenly, she felt an intruder poking at her vagina, insinuating itself inside her wide open and wet wet wet pussy.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, more. I want it…Laddy, fuck me FUCK MEEEEEEEEE,' Her voice grew faint and her breath was labored as she tried in vain to inch back to the cock invading her innermost being.

Suddenly, Laddy appeared before her. "Wha…what's happening? I thought you were fucking me. Who is back there?"

Laddy laughed. "Darling Toni, there is only you and me in the room. Oh, yes, did I forget to mention that Petra is still here? " More laughter. "Sweet Petra loves women more than men, although I have my way with her whenever I want.

He wrapped his fist in Toni's lovely hair and lifted her head. He had unzipped his trousers and his cock was hard and stiff. She saw the beautiful purple-headed, one-eyed dragon coming closer closer…

"Open your mouth to receive my friend, Toni…" She struggled to take in his cock because of her strained position but he kept pushing, pushing, pushing. She thought she would choke on it as she fought back her gag reflex.

"Very good but I want you to take it all…all of it. All nine inches…" he pushed more and she felt the mighty organ slide down her throat. She struggled to breathe, to fight back the instinct to gag on the intruder and then Laddy put his other hand over her nose.

Toni bucked and flailed from the double onslaught to no avail. More black floaters went past her eyes and she felt a cloak of darkness beginning to fall over her,. Mercifully, the hand on her nose was removed but the cock stayed deep in her throat, moving slowly in and out, in and out, insisting, demanding as he fucked her face.

She felt his body stiffen, his cock begin to throb. She wanted to scream but she was silenced by the mighty organ down her throat. Knowing what was in store for her brought on her second orgasm of the afternoon. Toni had never known a feeling like this before - being fucked in the face and cunt simultaneously. She thought she had died and gone to heaven.

Laddy's creamy juices flowed down her throat. She wanted to taste him, know the sweetness of his wiggling sperm. He seemed to understand and pulled his cock back so the head now rested on her tongue. The spurts continued and she could taste the sweet, tart taste of his cum.

"Oh, my Goddddddddd…" she thought. "So this is what it is really all about! And for all these years my life was bland, totally vanilla." She wondered if she could go back to the old ways, the old partners. Deep in her mind, she knew it would be impossible.

Toni was still sprawled face down on the table, struggling to catch her breath. Petra was still humping away at her pussy with what she realized was a strap-on dildo. A very LARGE strap-on dildo. She thought she had exhausted her orgasmic powers when suddenly Petra let out a piercing howl and slammed the dildo deep inside her. Toni couldn't see it but it was a double-ended dildo and one end was buried deep within the Romanian girl.

"Enough, Petra…let our guest catch her breath for a few moments. Then we can introduce her to sex Romanian style." Romanian style? Toni was confused. There was a Romanian style? For the life of her, she couldn't conceive of anything more intriguing and exciting than what had just occurred.

Petra freed her legs from their bindings then came around to do the same for her wrists. Toni rubbed her hands together to get the blood circulating again and felt the sharp needles as the vessels filled once more.

"When you are ready, Toni, I want you to lie on your back on the table. We are going to have to bind you again but I think you will like it.

"You recall that I mentioned that I am a descendent of the notorious, Vlad the Impaler? Well, this will show you how he "impaled" his female captives. I think you might find it rather enjoyable."

"I don't understand." Toni had just experienced one of the most intense orgasms of her life; there was more? Where has this been all my life? Where has LADDY been? She wondered if she was in the grip of nymphomania; she wanted nothing more in life than sex, sex, and more sex.

"I'm ready, Laddy. Show me sex Romanian style." She could not stifle a giggle; it sounded so ludicrous and yet erotic at the time. "Impale me…"

She was lying on her back on the table and Petra bound her hands over her head again, fastening the ropes to the table legs once more. But this time, her legs were folded back to her shoulders and roped into that position. Her sex was obscenely displayed; her pussy lips twitching as were her legs in that awkward position. Toni moaned at the tension on her thigh muscles but then felt a tongue once again at her wide open pussy.

"Petra is going to get you moist again, my dear Toni." Moist again? She felt her pussy was drowning in its own juices that were flowing like the mighty Mississippi toward the sea. But the wetness was not enough to dampen the flames that were building inside her. She felt like a volcano about to erupt, even more so than the previous time.

Laddy surveyed the lovely Toni so evilly displayed on the table. He stroked his beard as though deep in thought.

"Petra, I think our friend would be more accessible if we crossed her legs behind her head then pulled her arms down over her knees."

Nooooooo…I can't do that - Toni began to shiver at the thought of being stretched so tightly, so wickedly, so OBSCENELY, but she was powerless to resist. After a few moments in the new position, her muscles stopped objecting and her entire being was concentrated on her pussy. She wondered what was in store for her but she soon found out.

"I think Petra deserves a reward for the pleasure she has provided you so for now, I want YOU to lick HER pussy…" Petra knelt over her head and lowered her shaven lips to Toni's mouth. Toni shook her head; this wasn't what she had wanted but there was no escape.

Petra bore down on her face and Toni had no choice but to lick the puffy pussy lips at her mouth. She had never done this before, although she had often thought about it. But this was not a choice for her; her choice was suck or suffocate!

Oh, God…she tastes so good. Toni was shivering with lust as she sucked, tongued, licked all around Petra's quivering cunt. Petra shifted positions and her anus now was at Toni's mouth. No No NO No…but again, the choice was not hers. It was suck or suffocate.

Toni was amazed; Petra's ass did not taste anything like Toni thought it might. It was pungent but not unpleasant. As she tickled the little brown rosebud with her tongue, Petra was bouncing up and down on her face. She shifted positions again and now Toni could feel the Romanian woman's pussy juices running down her chin. Petra was wet, wetter than Toni had ever imagined a woman could be.

Suddenly, with a scream of lust, Petra came in a rush. A quick spurt of a creamy liquid poured from her cunt and she ground down on Toni's face as though her life depended on it. Perhaps it did; Toni could hear the sharp intake of breath, then nothing. Petra slumped between Toni's legs and gulped air into her lungs with soft moans.

"Enough, Petra…" it was Laddy's voice. "I want her to see what is going to happen next." He helped his assistant off the table and into a nearby recliner where she proceeded to wipe her juicy pussy with her fingers then lick the crème off them. She sighed contentedly. Petra was happy.

Oh, my God, Toni wondered. What could be NEXT? There is more? I don't think I can handle any more.

As though he was reading her mind, Laddy said "Toni, I want you to relax. You are going to be fucked to a turn, like nothing you ever felt before unless I miss my guess.

"American women are such simple characters; you wouldn't last ten minutes in Bucharest."

She saw Laddy climb on the table. His cock was a violent purple and was quivering. With a roar, he plunged it deep inside her, deeper than she ever thought possible. She felt that any minute the bright purple-hued crown would penetrate her entire body and exit through her mouth.

Toni screamed!

Toni slowly opened her eyes. "Wh-wh-where am I?" she said looking around the room. Then it came rushing back, the teasing, the excitement, yes, the fucking. Her pussy ached but it was a delicious ache, something she had never experienced before with anyone. She reveled in it.

"Are you all right, my dear?" It was Laddy. MMmmmm…she thought. Laddy, my dream man.

"Oh, yes," she said, languorously. The images of the afternoon danced before her eyes, helping her relive the glory she had experienced. "Oh, my God…what time is it?" Outside the windows, the sky was dark.

"Almost nine o'clock."

Almost NINE? Her husband would be frantic, she thought. No, she realized, he had gone to a night baseball game with his buddies and even if he hadn't, he would have been on his way to drunkenness like every other night in his life.

Why hadn't he ever given her these thrills, this excitement? Even at the beginning it was nothing for her. A quick poke, the proverbial role in the hay that only left her more frustrated with each passing year. And now even the pokes were getting less frequent; she had ambivalent feelings about that. He might as well have been masturbating for all the excitement he brought to their communal bed. She was getting to dread the ordeals at home and now that she had known true bliss, it would be even more difficult.

"Petra will help you dress and then Bruno will drive you home in my limousine. I have to be in Washington at our embassy for a conference for the rest of the week but I will be back on Friday. I will expect you here promptly at 7 in the evening."

"Seven? I can't make it at seven," she said. "It is difficult for me to get away any evening."

"Then you won't be here at seven. Nor at any other time. Good night and goodbye; it was nice knowing you."

"Noooooooooioo" she wailed. "Please, don't do this to me. I want you. You have done for me more than any other man in my life.

"I can be here almost any afternoon you want but not at seven in the evening…please?"

Laddy shrugged. "Take the lady home, Bruno.

"Goodbye Toni. You are lovely and exciting but in my country the man sets the rules. Since you find it difficult to follow my simple rules, you give me no alternative,. Keep the crop as a reminder of the joys you chose not to experience."

He turned towards the door but Toni ran after him. She humbled herself by falling to her knees and clasping him around the legs,.

"Laddy, please…don't do this to me. I need you. You are life itself to me…"

"Then be here at seven on Friday."

Toni whispered softly, almost inaudibly,…,"yessssssssss." The sibilant S was like a snake hissing. "I will do as you say…always," she sobbed. Bruno took her arm to help her stand upright again and ushered her to the car, Toni's thoughts were wild…this isn't happening to me. Why is he doing this to me? Why did I give in so easily? So many thoughts. She was confused but she knew that she MUST be there again on Friday.

The car pulled smoothly away from the curb and the day was over. Back to her humdrum, totally unexciting life which she now hated. But Friday was only three days away and she knew she would be there, no matter how many lies she had to tell. She would think of something; she HAD to. Toni was in LUST!

Toni was deep in thought, reliving the events of the afternoon, an awakening of her sexuality. How could she ever be satisfied with a quick poke from her stupid husband after knowing the thrills she had experienced, the thrills she knew existed somewhere but never in her wildest dream has she ever expected them to happen…to happen to HER!

She wasn't paying much attention to where the car was going but on glancing out the window, she saw she was out of town, driving through a heavily wooded area.

"Bruno, are you lost? We are going in the wrong direction:" He did not answer.

"Where are you taking me? I demand that you stop immediately and take me home! NOW!" Still no response as the car pulled into an unpaved dirt road through the woods. It stopped in a small clearing and Bruno got out. Opening the door, he grabbed her roughly by the arm and dragged her from the car.

"Wh-wh-what do you think you're doing? Let me go immediately." Bruno only laughed as he dragged the struggling Toni around to the front of the car. Lifting her with one hand as easily as a rag doll, he draped her over the hood of the car. She could feel the heat of the engine through the metal and her thin clothing.

"No-o-o-o-o-o Stop it! Let me go, NOW!"

Bruno bared his teeth in an evil grin and gripped her throat with his large hand.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch…I saw what went on with Mr. Laddy. You love to fuck so you are going to fuck me. Right here, right now." With this he pulled Toni's jeans down to her ankles and ripped her sodden panties off, stuffing them in her mouth to silence her.

Toni's eyes widened with fright. No nonononono, she mumbled behind the gag. She struggled to breathe while with his other hand, Bruno dropped his trousers and shorts.

OH MY GOD! Toni gasped as she saw his massive cock. Not overly long but thick, thicker than she ever thought possible. Thicker than her arm! He can't get that in me; he will split me in two. She started to cry.

"Good…I love it when you sluts see a real man, a real cock, and realize it is there for you. I am going to take my hand off your throat but if you scream, I will kill you." Toni shivered with fright.

"Please…don't hurt me. I will do anything you want - just ask."

Bruno laughed again. "I don't ask - I TAKE!" With that, he thrust his massive organ at her pussy. Toni was about to be raped, raped by the largest cock she had ever seen or ever even dreamed existed. She gritted her teeth and prayed for unconsciousness, anything to spare her the agony she knew lay ahead,.

Promptly at 6 that Friday evening, Toni waited for Bruno to drive up. She had dressed enticingly - or so she thought. Black patent heels, smoky nylons, short skirt, clingy satin blouse that limned her breasts lovingly. And no panties - she remembered. For good measure, she was not wearing a bra either but her lovely large breasts did not sag. They were perky and pouty and the satin teased her nipples into an aroused state.

Bruno pulled up and she stood by the door waiting for him to get out and open it.

"Get in the front, my sweet whore…"

Somehow, his crude language excited her. She slid into the front seat next to him. He raised the arm between the seats.

"I can't fuck you first because you have to be ready for Mr. Laddy but you are going to suck my cock as I drive. You have much to learn about sucking cock, my cunt-mouthed friend." He laughed that intimidating laugh of his and grabbed her by the neck.
Pulling her head down into his crotch, she saw his trousers were open and the huge purple-hooded invader was standing tall and proud.

She barely had time to open her mouth before he pushed her head down hard on his rock hard cock. She sucked and licked but it was not enough to satisfy him. He pulled her head up and slapped her in the face.

"I thought all you American sluts knew how to suck cock. I see you have much to learn. Open your mouth….wide. Wider. DO IT!

"Now take a deep breath then take my cock in your mouth. ALL OF IT."

"I can't," she whimpered. "It is too big."

Another slap stung her face. "Address me properly, little cunt face."

More whimpering. "I don't understand…"

She was cut short by another stinging blow to her face. Tears rolled down her cheeks. But somehow, she was enjoying it. He was having his way with her and she had no control over the matter.

"SIR! You will address me as SIR. Do you understand, little American cunt lady?" He laughed again as she squirmed in his grasp.

"Yes-s-s-s-s-s-s-s…" Another blow to the face.

"Yes WHAT?"

"Yes, SIR!" She cringed at the thought of more slaps but really wanted to feel them, to know his power and his strength. His hold over her was something she had fantasized about often, the Force Fantasy, and now it was happening. Through her veil of tears she was in heaven. Or hell…she wasn't quite sure.

Toni opened her mouth to its widest and Bruno brutally jammed her head down on it. She thought he would stop at the head and a bit of the shaft but he kept pushing, pushing, pushing. The result was an inexorable pressure in her mouth and down her throat. She fought the reflex of gagging and struggled to breathe.

The unrelenting pressure was too much for her and her bladder let loose. She could feel the wetness running down her legs, making her nylons shiny and even more filmy than before.

Bruno lifted her head off his burgeoning male tool and shook Toni like a rag doll.

"What is the matter with you, you stupid cunt?" he snarled. "Look what you have done! If I didn't have to deliver you unmarked to Mr. Laddy, I would beat you to a pulp.

"You have peed like a baby! I knew you were a slut but this is too much."

He pulled the car to the curb and came around to the passenger door to drag her out. "Take off your stockings…:" and she complied. Holding her in his massive fists, he used her face as a cleaning rag to mop up the yellow fluids from the car seats. Luckily the upholstery was leather and the urine hadn't soaked in.

Toni closed her eyes after the pungent liquid stung them, which only caused the sting to increase. She was fighting to catch her breath but every gasp took in some more of her piss into her mouth. She fought back the impulse to throw up, knowing he would rub her face in it if she did.

She felt trapped between total disgust and total ecstacy - one part of her said to run but she was hypnotized like a deer in the headlights of a car or a mouse waiting the strike of a hungry snake. She was totally immobilized, couldn't turn right, couldn't turn left. And her pussy ached….oh, it ached so. She wanted to be fucked, fucked hard.

"You are such a bitch," snarled Bruno. He reached into the glove compartment of the car and took out a black dildo, fully a foot in length. "Since I can't have you now and to ease your slobbering cunt, here…put this inside you."

Toni could only shake her head in defiance but Bruno backhanded her across the face. "We are running late, American whore, so do it. NOW! "

She was surprised at how moist and juicy her pussy was as the dildo slid inside her. She stopped with it half way in but Bruno slapped her hand away, gripped the invader and slammed it home. Toni screamed at the force but felt filled and fulfilled as the long invader banged into the back wall of her vagina and set off waves of orgasm that wracked her entire body.

Bruno was relentless, driving the dildo deeper, harder, faster with every passing moment. Toni thought she would pass out from the excitement building inside her pussy, a burning yet thrilling feeling. Never had she been so filled, so fulfilled. Compared to her vanilla existence at home, this is what she wanted more than anything else.

She grabbed Bruno's arm to still the driving tool drilling her insides.

"Please…no more. Ahhhhhhh - AIEEEEEEEEEEEEE! No more, no, yes, I don't know…please stop - PLEEEEEEEEEZE!" She knew she wasn't making much sense but it wasn't her head speaking; it was her pussy.

"OK, cunt bitch. I must stop and deliver you to Mr. Laddy now. You will NOT tell him what happened here or I will beat you to a pulp. And if he asks you why your pussy is so moist, you will tell him that you are eager for his cock. Understand, bitch?" Another backhand to her stinging, reddened cheek brought forth a moan from the weakened Toni as she nodded her head in assent. She felt too weak at the moment even to talk.

Bruno had her change seats to the rear passenger compartment and then he drove up to Laddy's place on the river. He snarled at her: "Hold your head high and walk like the princess you pretend to be. Try not to be the street slut you are." Holding the door for her, he escorted her through the door and to the elevator very properly. No one would have ever guessed what had transpired brief moments before.

But Toni knew. Or rather, her pussy knew. It was still on fire, still pulsating from the prelude to the evening that she anticipated. More than ever, she wanted Laddy's fucking to ease her blazing cunt.

Petra greeted Toni at the door of the sumptuous apartment. She was dressed very primly, long skirt, loose blouse, hair pulled back into a tight bun.

"Mr. Laddy has been delayed but we expect him momentarily. Colonel Sadisceau has requested a few words with you in the meantime. Please follow me…"

Petra led her down a long hall and to the room where Laddy kept his "collection." Toni felt an involuntary shiver down her spine as she entered the room. Inside was a very large woman, not fat but big boned and easily over six feet tall.

"Miss Toni, I am Colonel Luba Sadisceau of the Romanian Secret Police. You will please explain why you sought out Count Vladimir and what you are looking for!" She stood with a riding crop held across her leather-clad thighs. Toni shivered under the glare of her icy blue eyes.

"I don't understand….I didn't seek him out. We happened to meet at…"

Col. Sadisceau snapped the crop against a nearby table. "Don't lie to me, bitch. Meetings like this just don't happen.

"For whom do you work? CIA? FBI? One of the military services? Tell me NOW! I don't think you want to know how I can force you to talk." She turned to Petra and made an impatient gesture. The blond woman had been standing behind Toni and grabbed her wrists to snap on a pair of handcuffs.

"Wait," Toni wailed. "This is all a mistake. We met at the auction; ask Laddy…"

The crop whistled through the air before landing on Toni's sweet ass.

"Sir Vladimir, bitch. And don't lie to me…HOW (SLAP) DID (SLAP) YOU (SLAP) MEET (SLAP) HIM?" A series of blows from the crop rained down on Toni's lovely buttocks and she squirmed from the pain despite the warmth that was beginning to flow through her body.

"Petra, bring Bruno in here. Did you know Bruno is a captain in the Secret Police who reports directly to me? He has watched you from the minute you approached Sir Vladimir and has warned me about you.

"You do not want Bruno to question you, I can guarantee that. So tell me what I want to know and we can end this silly charade and you can be on your way again."

Toni gasped for breath. She found it hard to talk and tears rolled down her cheeks, smearing her mascara. "Please, oh, please…you must believe me.

"I want nothing from any of you. I have no idea what you are talking about. Just let me go and I will never come back."

"Oh, you will never come back, that is for sure," snarled the large-boned Luba. "Tell us what we need to know and we will take you home and that will be that.

"Otherwise, we are right on the river. You could disappear and never be found again. Never get fucked again. Never suck cock again. Never know a mouth on your cunt again."

Luba's eyes were blazing as she said this and she rubbed her crotch suggestively. "Petra tells me you have a hot pussy; perhaps it is time for me to taste it.

The large woman lunged at Toni and tore her skirt off. She put her hand roughly on the imprisoned woman's pussy.

"Ahh…the bitch is already wet from the mere suggestion of sex. Let us see if she is as tasty as she is wet."

Luba threw Toni roughly to the floor and planted her head between the American's long, shapely legs.

Col. Sadisceau mouthed Toni's overflowing pussy like a woman dying of thirst. Muffled moans from the large woman got louder and were soon joined by those of her prisoner as the inquisitive tongue on Toni's pussy drove deeply into her inner being.

Luba was quite adept at the art of cunnilingus as Toni was finding out. Despite her hands being handcuffed behind her back, she kept hunching up trying to drive Luba's tongue deeper, ever deeper. She was so hot she was perspiring.

Petra had pulled up her long skirt and was fingering herself as she followed the action with wild eyes. Her legs stretched long in front of her as she pummeled her sex . madly, writhing with the excitement that filled the room.

The Colonel pushed Toni's legs up to her shoulders as she practically bent her captive in half trying to get deeper inside. She lapped at the pussy, tickled the clit with her tongue, bit the lips and pulled at them. Despite her fear, Toni was responding. She moved her lovely ass in time to the tongue that was orchestrating the scene.

No one had noticed Bruno enter the room until he laughed uproariously.

"I see all the bitches have cunt on their mind! You are lucky Mr. Laddy isn't here or he would be mad as hell.

"Colonel, we still must question the American whore. I have brought a few tools that are guaranteed to have her tell us everything we want to know…and more!"

"No-o-o-o-o-o-oooooooo," Toni wailed. "I've told you everything. I don't know anything. Are you people crazy? Why don't you leave me alone? Laddy will clear up everthing when he gets here and you…"

Her cries were silenced by Bruno who leaned down, pulled her head up by the hair and slapped her across the face.

"Enough, cunt. If you don't want to volunteer the information we need, then we will take you to the next step. We have methods that have turned strong men into sniveling idiots and I personally doubt if you will last very long under my technique.

"Colonel and Petra, hold the bitch while I get the Magic Wand." Bruno laughed his very evil laugh as he went out the door. Over his shoulder, he threw back a comment:
"Don't play with her while I am gone. She must be ready for our little toys."

He was gone. Toni wondered and worried: Magic Wand? She had heard of torture instruments and she knew it would not be a pleasant experience although her pussy told her different.

In a few moments, Bruno returned carrying what looked like one of those light swords from the Star Wars movies. Toni had been strapped down to the table on her back and could only get the barest glimpse of what Bruno brought with him. He fiddled with some dials on the handle then waved the Wand in front of Toni's wide eyes.

"Last chance, fucking cunt. Tell us what you know…"

"I don't know anything……OWWWWWWWWWW"

An electric shock rippled Toni's thigh muscles where Bruno had touched the tip to her skin.

"That was the lowest setting, fucking cunt. Would you like to feel more?"

"Nooooooooooooooooooooooo…."

"Then TALK! Why did you seek out Sir Vladimir?"

Toni was babbling by now. "I didn't, he did, I don't know, leave me alone, I will have you arrested, no more, pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeese, no morrrrre…" Her voice trailed off into silence as her body betrayed the intense sexuality she was feeling. After the first sensation of the shock, her contracting muscles forced an orgasm against her will. She hunched up against the straps that held her to the table, seeking pleasure along with the pain.

Bruno turned the dial again and Toni screamed. Her breathing was rapid and ragged but again, her body betrayed her with another wild spasmodic orgasm. She shook her head wildly from side to side…"No yes no yes yes yes no no no oh, Gawd…Please…"

If you had asked her what she was begging for, she could not have answered. She didn't know herself. She wanted the pain to end but wanted the excitement to continue. Another shock and her vaginal juices actually squirted out of her as she screamed with another orgasm.

Suddenly, the door burst open. Laddy entered the room, took in what was happening and in a very loud and commanding voice, ordered them to stop immediately.

"What are you doing to this poor woman? You think she is a spy? You are mad, all of you. You see ghosts under the beds at night. Release her! NOW!" There was no questioning the authority in Laddy's voice and the three Romanians rushed to do his bidding. He went over and took Toni in his arms, kissing her all over her tear streaked face.

"Now get out! I will deal with you later. Harshly!" There was no mistaking the tone in his voice nor the anger in his eyes. He was livid.

Toni could only make gurgling sounds as Brad choked her. He lifted her off her feet and shook her ferociously. "Talk to me, you cunt" he screamed at her. "Where have you been?

"You're my wife, damn you, and I wanted some fucking tonight but you were out whoring and catting like the slut that you are. Talk to me…" he was screaming at her now.

He let her down on her feet, doubled up his fist and smashed her in the stomach. In a "whoosh," all the air in her lungs rushed out and she fell to the floor, writhing in pain and gasping for breath. She had experienced bad times before but nothing like this. Toni feared for her life.

Bruno was returning to the limo when he heard the commotion and rushed back up on the porch. When he saw what was happening, he snarled at Brad: "Leave her alone!" The menacing tone of his voice was unmistakable and the irate husband hesitated, then kicked the prostrate Toni. She screamed in pain and doubled her body to protect it from her maddened husband.

Bruno stepped inside the house, grabbed Brad by the arm and in some weird karate maneuver, sent him flying through the air until he hit the opposite wall and crumpled in an unconscious heap.

"Miss Toni, I would be derelict in my duty to leave you here. That madman might kill you. May I suggest you get some things together and return to the consulate with me to spend the night there.

"We can guarantee your safety there but you will be in terrible danger if you stay here."

Toni sat up slowly, holding her stomach. "Yes, this was the worst ever. You are right; I can't stay here. I WON'T stay here another minute. He can go to hell for all I care now. Tonight was the last straw."

She looked at her husband lying in a heap on the floor, moaning softly. She noticed he had soiled himself from the one blow Bruno had landed. She felt nothing but contempt and loathing for him. "I never want to see the bastard again. Let me throw some things in a suitcase and we will leave immediately.

"Do you think we should call 911 for help for him, Miss Toni?"

"Fuck him…let him suffer."

She ran upstairs to throw some panties, bras, stockings, shoes, other clothing items into an old suitcase and ran back down.

] "I am ready now. Let's go back to the consulate."

Her heart was racing with the thought that she would be with Laddy again, but this time, perhaps permanently.

Back at the consulate, Laddy showed Toni to a luxurious bedroom. "This is the room reserved for visiting dignitaries and I place you in that category, dearest Toni. Sleep well for tomorrow we are off to Paris for a week then to Bucharest.

"Tonight you must get some rest after what you have been through today."

Toni agreed. As much as she longed for the warmth of Laddy, her body ached too much to even consider it. Right now she longed only for a hot bath and sleep.

"Petra will draw a bath for you and provide you with sleeping garments. We keep a supply here for unexpected guests, like yourself.

"We will shop for clothes in Paris so don't worry that you don't have enough for the trip. I have reserved the last row of first class seats in the upper deck on the Boeing 747 of Air France flight 9 for tomorrow night. Now off to bed with you." Laddy kissed her on the forehead and patted her bottom like he would his own daughter but Toni knew they were more than fatherly touches.

The warm scented bath relaxed her and she fell into a deep sleep. The sun was high when she finally awakened. She was confused as to her whereabouts until her head cleared. Petra peeked into the room just then and asked if she wanted a breakfast tray. It was by the side of the bed after she washed her face and brushed her teeth. Her aches were almost all gone although the memory of the savage beating at the hands of her husband would probably never retreat from her mind.

Laddy entered as she was finishing her coffee, one of the most delicious cups she had ever known. "Was everything to your satisfaction, my dear?" he asked.

"Mmmmmmm….oh, yes. Want to join me in bed?" She blushed as she said that. Did I really say that, she wondered?

Laddy laughed. "We will have time for that in London. I have a temporary diplomatic passport for you and a few things that should fit until we get to Paris and can go shopping on Rue Marche St. Honore. I think you will love shopping at the main stores of Hermes, Lalique, Yves St. Lauren, Coco Chanel. They make Fifth Avenue look like a flea market."

Toni giggled as the exciting thought. She spent the day roaming the consulate, watching the diplomats do strange things that were beyond her understanding. The hours dragged until it was time to leave for the airport.

They were ushered through security speedily as befitting his diplomatic standing and were shown their seats on the upper deck. The back row was almost like being alone; no one could see them. A lovely flight attendant brought them flutes of champagne, then exclaimed: "Messr. Laddee, comment allez vous?"

Laddy answered in a torrent of French and Toni could only pick out one word, Yvette, which, she thought, was probably the name of the stewardess. They chattered back and forth for a minute then Laddy turned to her:

"Toni, this is Yvette. She will be taking care of us tonight. I have flown with her before and when I say she will be taking care of us, I mean she will REALLY be taking care of us."

Yvette blushed a bright red and held out her hand to Toni. "Welcome aboard Air France, Mamselle. I will do everything to make your flight pleasant."

Laddy winked at Toni and smiled a knowing smile. Now what, she thought.