MODEL FOR HIRE

MODEL FOR HIRE

Chapter Three

       Having been forced onto the floor of the limo, she’s bent over face down across the carpet, the ‘O’ ring on the bottom of the bondage sleeve stretched awkwardly up and behind her back to the clothes-hook between the passenger side doors, off to the side of the other occupants.  Her aching breasts flattening beneath her, her bruised nipples scrape back and forth with the motion of the winding road, the long trip to her new home as her bare buttocks jaunts upwards, her spread thighs exposing the leather’s stripes crisscrossing her most sensitive, now bruised and puffy flesh.  Over a two hour agonizing drive and she feels the car finally entering the private gravel drive.  A little rougher as the car navigates with an occasional bounce, she sways by her numbing arms, her breasts pressed, dragged across the floor even harsher until finally the limo again rolls onto a solid surface, turns into the garage.

       The bright glare of the overhead lamp in the garage is blinding as she defensively twists on her side, turns away from the door of the limo as its jerked opened.  Gripped by the bondage sleeve, dragged out onto the concrete floor, she’s forced to stand on her bare feet.  Still bound, ball- gagged, her aching body’s exposed to the light, front and back equally bruised and welted from the lashings from the couple hour fetish exhibition.  Her handler and the agent gripping her by either side lead her through the doorway to a flight of stairs.  Forced through the first open entrance on the left, into a dark room, she hears the door ominously slamming behind her as she stumbles against the bed.

       Falling across the white sheets head first, rolling on her side toward the wall, she squirms into a fetal position as just the faintest of shadows reflect around her.  Bruised, aching, arms virtually numb from their continuous bindings in the leather sleeve, the entire past day or so flashes through her mind.  From the time of the then exciting limo drive to the motel in the early afternoon, to being forced across the same limo’s floor after her torturous treatment at the bondage club, she’s terrified to think what else could possibly be in store for her.

       Hours seeming to agonizingly pass by, her eyes adjusting to the original darkness of the room, it now just seems dimly lit as she continues to wait curled on the bed, to suffer from the pains of her lashings, the continuous ache of the binding bondage sleeve.  Occasionally glancing around the virtually silent room, her head remaining on the pillow with her saliva drooling from the gag spreading ever wider, she listens, stares into the shadows, her heart pounding in her chest as she waits.

       Even more time passing as the pain keeps barely awake, exhausted, the torturous contortion of her arms, shoulders becoming an accustomed ache, the light flashes on from the ceiling, again glaring into her swollen eyes.  Jerking against the wall, twisting face down, she hears the door open, feels her arms being dragged back as she’s tugged off the bed, falling across the carpeted floor face first on her flattening breasts.

       “Jodi!... Jodi Lynn!.. Wake up!”

       The voice in the background familiar, that of the agent, her abused breasts pulsing as they gruffly scrape across the harsh carpet, she grunts, reflexively kicks her legs as she’s hoisted up onto her feet.

       “Wake up… Jodi… Jodi!”

       The same voice as she feels the light smacks back and forth across the face, followed by her frayed hair jerked back behind her twisting neck.  A painful grunt, the saliva streaks off the red ball-gag, drools across her swollen discolored breasts.  Barely able to see clearly, glancing around at the group filling the room, she recognizes all four, the pairs of men and women.

       Held by the back of the bondage sleeve by the handler, the secretary and girl who gave her the card standing on either side of the supposed agent in front of her, she feels her shoulders thrust back, her bruised breasts forced to thrust outward.

       “They took a good workout… Didn’t they?”  The agent smiles, cupping one, then the other.

       Feeling him gripping both, twisting, squeezing the aching mounds, she grunts through the gag, lowers her eyes to actually take a hard look at the bruising, the welts marring her abused breasts.  Swollen, discolored their still forced to jaunt firmly out off her chest as he playfully slaps, smacks them back and forth, glances at the others standing around him.

       “Yes… For over an hour of damn, how many lashings?”  He inquisitively asks the handler as he looks past her flushed face, over her shoulder.  “And look how resilient they are!”  A couple more smacks, letting them bounce, sway out n front of her, again melding, squeezing, puffing the bruised nipples outward, he glances toward his secretary.  “We’ve only got what three… I think three days… right?”

       “Yeh… Then it’s a trip up the coast fro her.”  She nods. “To the women’s club having a little get-together… I already confirmed the booking.”

       Glancing toward the other girl while still gripping Jodi’s melons, he grins.  “There’s certainly something to be said for the resiliency of firm young titties… Huh?”

       Smiling back, slipping her hands up across her blouse, cupping her own substantial breasts, a quick nod and the girl quips.  “Damn… I don’t know!... I don’t think mine would look that good after what those went though last night… Ouch!”

       Listening to the group discussing her, her breasts, joking, it all seems so surreal, like she should be waking up from a nightmare.  Each twist, each squeeze a burning, a searing pain in her chest, she chews into the fraying ball-gag, hides her grunts as they continue.

       “Okay then.”  He turns, drops his hands while addressing the two women.  “Get her cleaned up… Plenty of salve for her tits, cunt too… We need to get her recuperation underway…  Get those welts, bruises down to a minimum.”  Glancing toward the handler, he adds with a smile.  “Those old coyotes won’t mind a little wear and tear on her… But they’ll certainly want to leave their own stamp on those big fresh titties… You know how they are if we want to rent her out to them again!”  Again turning toward the younger girl, he quips.  “Remember how they were with you the first couple times?”

       “Do I!”  She nods, again gripping her own breasts.  “I couldn’t wear any of my bras for a days!”

       “Okay… I’ve got things to do… Take good care of her.”  He orders the women as he nods toward the handler to follow him, then adding as an after thought.  “Oh… Then go over her contract with her… Let her know the basic particulars of what’s expected.”

       Shutting the door behind the men as they exit, the secretary steps beside Jodi, cups a butt cheek with one hand, a bruised breast with another.  “Well Jodi… With an ‘I’, I told you that your world would change!... Didn’t I?”

       The girl stepping to Jodi’s other side also smiles as she practically whispers.  “Yeh… aren’t you glad I followed you around a couple of those other agencies and hooked you up?”  Slipping her hand around Jodi’s other breast, gently tugging the nipple, she glances toward the secretary, asks.  “May I lead her?”

       “Sure… You know the way, and you’ve certainly learned how with as many times as I’ve led you.”  She answers with a smile.

       Her nipple twisted, lifted upwards, Jodi’s forced to tiptoe as she again grunts into the ball-gag, gingerly follows the girl across the room to a closed door.  Waiting as the secretary steps past and opens it, glancing in as the light’s flicked on, she’s surprised by the gleaming white marble tile bathroom.  Massive tub, gold trimmed frosted glass oversized shower stall, the room’s impressive.

          Nipple released as she’s turned to face the shower stall, she feels her arms manipulated by the secretary, the bondage sleeve almost thoughtfully adjusted, loosened as she watches the girl strip in front of her, step into the shower and adjust the shower’s multi heads.  Feeling the straps across her shoulders unfastened, her arched back shoulders finally allowed to straighten, her arms achingly spread as the sleeve’s stripped slowly apart behind her upper back.  Both arms basically numb for hours, the tingling almost immediately turns into a prickling sensation, escalating to needle stings, bee stings as the straps are systematically unsnapped and loosened from the top down, one after the other.  The sleeve finally slipped away, her arms hang limply toward her sides, the sensation returning, much too painful to move.

       The shower steaming with the girl under the multi showerheads bathing herself, she watches, feels her mouth gag being undone, the strap painfully peeled from each side of her face, the roughly chewed red ball pried from her teeth, her stretching jaws.

       “Remain silent… Not a word Jodi!”  The woman’s voice, calm, almost polite.  “We’re going to clean you up… Enjoy it… Actually believe it or not, you can enjoy the next three days if you cooperate.

       Feeling the bobby pins removed from her frayed, scraggly hair, now completely naked but able to finally freely stand, her arms still burn as she feels a hand on the small of her back gently nudging her toward the open shower door, in and under the different sprays still cascading down across the other girl’s naked body.

       “Remember… Not a word… Or this again!”  The secretary smiles as she holds up the tattered ball-gag, shuts the glass door as she adds.  “Now we don’t want that… Do we?... Enjoy your catered shower.”

       Feeling a wet hand gliding across the small of her back, a thick wet coral sponge on her hip, she remains motionless, appreciating the steaming water soaking her abused breasts as medicated soap spreads across her bare flesh from the circling sponge, instantly soothing her aches.  Hair drenched, eyes closed, she feels the water splashing across her face, in her mouth, her nostrils, the sponge slipping up across her shoulder blades, across her neck.  Her wrist softly tugged back, her body twisting, she soaks in the spurts of water spraying, pulsing across her chest and backside from different directions.

       “Keep your eyes closed.”  She hears the girl’s voice gentle, even friendly while almost eager.  “Mouth too!”

       Feeling the sopping sponge swiping across her forehead, her nose and mouth, she presses her lips together, her jaws still sore, aching.  The sponge slipping down across her chin, her neck, between her breasts, she feels a hand cupping her tender left melon, softly, carefully lifting it as the sponge caressingly drifts back and forth across the nipple, beneath and around the entire mound.  Released to gently bounce, she feels her other breast just as gently palmed, the sponge pressing a little firmer, the soap squeezing streaking down her bare stomach from that caressed  melon as its lifted, cleansed.

       The steaming water relaxing, the medicated sponge caressing, the fingers softly massaging, she feels her knees weakening, the long sleepless, painful hours taking its toll as the soothing sponge bath regenerates her bruised body even as the hot soapy water makes her even drowsier.  Again gently turned toward the shower heads, the sponge again filled with soap, it’s pressed across her hip, slipped around just below her flexing bellybutton.  Slid down across her bald pubic mound, the streaming flow of soap leads the soft compressing sponge between her thighs as she reflexively parts her legs, feels the pressure of the sponge being squeezed, pressed across her bruised labia folds, across her swollen clit, a corner of the sponge spreading between the stretching lips of her vagina as she barely tiptoes, softly moans.

       The thoughts of last night’s flogging crosses her mind as her bare flesh is manipulated, the harshness of the whips used across her breasts brutal, but thankfully only the flat leather strap used between her thighs, across her bare vagina with her leg spread and tied high above her shoulder.  She momentarily feels almost thankful, realizes the soreness, the swelling between her legs could also be angry welts across that most tender flesh caused from the whip used across her breasts.

       Eyes still closed to the cascading water, the sponge caressing her thighs, she feels her left arm being led upward, held firm for a moment by her wrist.  The sponge again massaging her pubic mound, her vagina, she feels her other arm lifted upwards, her wrists pressed together.  Her head tugged gently back by her soaked hair, the water splashing across her face, she keeps her hands up, locking her fingers as she feels the sensation of a finger drifting down the middle of her back, gliding across her butt cheek, circling her rectum, the sponge continuously gliding back and forth between her thighs, crisscrossing her clit, the medication soothing, stimulating.

       The sponge dropped, sliding between her feet, the hands slipped away from her bare flesh, she feels almost stoic while facing the continuous cascade of steaming water as her body rinses off.   A brief moment, feeling hands again touching, gliding across her from behind, massaging her lower back, her shoulders, up to both sides of her neck, back down across her armpits, her body sways as fingers glide around the sides of her globular melons, smoothing a salve lotion across both simultaneously.  Melding, squeezing, lifting and spreading, her aching breasts tingle in the caressing hands as she again quietly moans through the water splashing across her spreading lips.

       Glancing down across her chest, barely parting her eyelids as water streaks across her face she blinks, blinks again as she watches her bruised nipples thicken between the soothing fingers, her breasts tugged apart, flattened against her breastbone, massaged by the girl behind her.  Gently pushed forward, she surprisingly feels the girl’s own bare breasts pressing against, flattening against her back.

       Again her thoughts drift in her surreal state of mind, from tortured to caressed in just a matter of a few hours.  As her arms sway above her head, her mind’s overwhelmed with emotion, her breasts being soothed instead of flogged, the girl’s naked body pressing against hers, the girl’s firm breasts flattening, circling against her bare back.  With the sleep deprivation, the hours of torture, she wonders if she’s hallucinating, dreaming.

       The hands again rising, sliding up the outsides of her wrists, she feels her arms guided, lowered to her sides as she’s gently twisted, turned to face the girl.  Of equal height, the girl’s breasts not quite as large but just as firm, she feels the girl’s stomach also press against hers, the girl’s arms circle, pull her firmly forward, the shower pulsing across her back.  Nipples to nipples, breasts flattening together, Jodi feel the girl’s hands sliding downward, gripping her butt cheeks, pressing their pubic mounds together.  The sensation almost overwhelming, for the first time feeling a woman’s breasts, not to mention against her own, and pubic mound to pubic mound, she follows the girl’s lead, allows the caressing to continue, actually beginning to respond to it as her nipples harden, her clit tingling.

       Eyes still closed, she feels the girl’s tongue slipping up across her neck, her chin, across her mouth, probing, parting her lips.  Water streaking across her face, the taste of the girl’s wet mouth against hers; she allows the girl’s tongue to slip across hers, press into her mouth.  Rising her own arms, no longer tingling, feeling the girl’s back, shoulders in her hands, pressing her hips forward, feeling the hardness of their breasts pressing together, she lets her tongue meld with the other, her parted lips press against the girls drenched parted lips.

       The pain’s all but forgotten from the flogging, even her breasts, still welted but now a bearable ache at the most.  Being past fatigued, barely functioning except by reflex, she goes with the flow, allows her first lesbian experience to continue uninhibitedly.  Hips flexing, thighs pressing together, the girl manipulating her own leg, presses it caringly between Jodi’s spreading legs.  Feeling the gentle pressure against her clit as it stretches back and forth on the girl’s thigh, mouths still pressed together, tongues still twisting, probing the other’s lips; she again feels the girl’s hands hoisting her arms upward, against the shower stall, up to the spurting shower flow.  Still kissing, she feels the girl’s fingers wrap her hands around the shower head as their lips part.

       Rasping for breath, the water still streaking down her face, cascading across her still parted lips, she blinkingly follows the top of the girl’s head downward, the girl’s tongue lapping the water between her breasts as the manipulating hands grip her breasts, tugs outward. The sensation across her belly button as it flexes from the lapping tongue causes her stomach to ripple as she again allows herself to softly moan.  Continuing to feel the tongue licking across her pubic mound as her stomach hollows, flattens, her chest arches outward with her breasts stretching in the manipulating hands.  The top of the girl’s head waist high and slowly bobbing, she feels the tongue sliding between her drenched thighs, between her soaked cunt lips, flick across her engorging clit, still sore but responding to the incredibly satisfying stimulation.

       Gripping the shower head in her clenching fists as the back of her head presses against the soaked shower tile, her body arches outward as her hips reflexively flinch.   Her knees trembling with each flick of the girl’s tongue, she shakes her head back and forth as she feels the mounting surge deep inside her womb.  Nipples tweaked and tugged, clit gently bit, sucked on simultaneously, her body spasms, her pubic mound pushing against the girl’s face, the moans becoming groans and grunts as she struggles to keep her grip on the slick shower head.  Her rasping voice raises, barely audible above the surge of the water.

       The shower door opening, the water’s cascade an immediate dribble, Jodi grudgingly blinks blurry eyed through the steam toward the secretary.  The girl standing up, handed a towel by the secretary, Jodi continues to grip the showerhead with her thighs still trembling, her nipples hard on her still swaying breasts as her weight presses against the wet surface.

       “Time to dry off Jodi… Done with the shower… And whatever else!”  The woman knowingly smiles as she reaches out, begins swabbing the thick white terrycloth towel across Jodi’s bare breasts.  “Hold still.”  Swiping back and forth, wiping her legs, stomach, shoulders, she grips an arm, tugs the clenching hand from the shower head as she pinches Jodi’s right nipple and orders.  “Come with me.”  Led back to the bedroom by her clamped nipple, to the bed, she’s guided to sit on it.             

       “Sit… Hold still!”  The secretary orders as she holds a chocker collar in her hand.  “Let’s get this adjusted around your neck.”  Fastening the black leather collar, aligning it, she shows Jodi the pair of matching wrist cuffs.  “Sorry… But to start with we have to make you wear these Jodi.”  Left wrist first, right second, she leans behind Jodi and crisscrosses her arms.  Fastening the cuff’s clips to the collar’s eyelets, Jodi’s breasts again are forced to thrust outward, her back bowed.  “Not quite as bad as the single sleeve…. But you still won’t be able to play with yourself.”

       The girl stepping up while still drying her own hair with the thick towel, she smiles.  “Damn near had you an orgasm… Huh girl?”  Stepping toward the dresser mirror, finishing drying off, she again steps toward Jodi.  “Maybe next time… Then again maybe you’ll want to return the favor and it’ll be your turn to go down on me next time.”

       Patting the bedspread, the secretary slips the contract across the bed, unfolds it.  “We can go over this… Make sure you know what’s expected of you after you get some rest… Like we said… The next three days can actually be rather enjoyable… If you cooperate you can lose those cuffs… And you might even be allowed to cum!”

       Standing, rolling the papers back up in her hand while motioning to the other girl, they leave Jodi alone; flipping the light switch as they shut the door behind them, the deadbolts clicking shut.  Arms again secured behind her, but not nearly as painful as the bondage sleeve, she rolls on her side facing the wall, her naked, cleansed body both aching and yet soothed.  Eyes closing, not having listened much too either woman, exhausted, her legs curl, press together, her stomach still tingling as she slowly grinds one thigh across the other, moans.

End part 3