The Swindle

A NICE ONE

The story is completely fictional, all acts and characters are result of writers imagination. If you are under aged, close this document immediately!

In advance, please forgive if my English is not good enough.

THE SWINDLE

Spring time, evening time; the streets are always crowded and alive at those times. Many people running around, enjoying the clear evening sky; murmur is pretty loud, sometimes out toned by passing vehicles. Ben was one of those people; although alone, he felt tranquil and was enjoying himself. Ben was a simple guy; for his boyish sort of appearance he was rather handsome, too.

He was about to meet few of his buddies that evening for a hangout. As all of his friends, Ben seemed as a normal, communicative guy that liked the crowd as any other social person would.

But, he had a secret; although, he had several girlfriends in his life, he seemed to not be able to last long in a relationship. He had somewhat different feelings towards the female society; just as any other guy, he liked pretty and good looking girls. But, what he really wanted, he wasn't able to find; a woman who he'd adore and worship. Not just because he was well raised; his ideal was that all women should be worshiped as a dominant and superior kind. He never managed to present any of it to any of his ex girlfriends, so after a while he'd loose interest in an ordinary, everyday like relationship.

Each time he'd see a woman that would seem a little more peril-looking then the other, he'd feel shivers tickling his spine. That's why he always felt more comfortable hanging out with guys then ladies. On occasions, he'd have a relationship with a girl but his fantasies would never come to life; for those, he limited himself to whatever was on internet, maybe a movie or a magazine. Internet chats were the top of bringing out his fantasies to light, if you could call it so.

There was one place in town that he liked to visit; it was an erotic store, a sex-shop. Although, it seemed like any other store of such type, this one was somewhat different. Lower level was same like in any other; variety of toys, accessories, magazines, CD's and video tapes, etc…everything was colored pink. Upper floor was different and designated to only one thing; it contained huge amount of stuff, all related with S/M. The lights were dark red and smothered which gave a special glow to all accessories exposed. Strong leather and PVC odor gave it a special, different meaning. There were doors to that floor but interior was not visible from below. People rarely went up as they didn't know what was behind the door. Neither did Ben at first; once, he asked a woman behind the counter where he could find a pair of handcuffs. Without a word, she pointed to the door; he was a little confused and didn't know what to expect behind them but, once he was up, his heart almost stopped. That room was pretty big and so full with different stuff; he couldn't believe his eyes at first. He felt discomfort at first but, as no one came in for quite a long time, it passed. He became a regular visitor and, although he never bought anything, that lady behind the counter, didn't seem to mind his visits. In fact, every time he'd show up, she'd give him a wicked smile and a slight wink with her eye. He was there at least twice a week; and, on those, already countless occasions, only twice was he in there with someone else. Both times, some men came in, looked around and left. He almost felt like it was all for him; the woman behind the counter knew he probably tried some of that stuff on, but she never complained or said a word. And that evening, as he had plenty time before getting together with his friends, he decided to visit the place again. Everything was the same; 10-15 people at the lower floor and same lady behind the counter. He got his smile and a wink as he passed by her and went straight to the door. No one was there so he was able to enjoy himself in private. It was strange though, as he couldn't understand how could all that equipment be worth while as no one was ever there to buy anything. But, he wasn't thinking about that too much as he didn't really care. He walked around the room checking each piece set out as usually; he took a pair of leather sandals with very high metal heels and many straps and brought them close to his face. The smell of leather boiled his blood up; his mind drifted far away and he never heard the door open. A female voice winced him out of his daydream, "Excuse me" she said and passed by him, barely grazing his sleeve. It startled him and he felt blood rushing into his cheeks; fortunately, the lights were so weak for her to notice his blushing. At first he just wanted to run out of there but that seemed too stupid; although she was already on the other side of the room, he silently replied, "Sorry." He couldn't see much except for the contours of her figure; the best thing to do was to just ignore her and continue with what he was doing until she leaves. He turned around, put the sandals up on the shelf and just continued to examine the items on the shelf below. "What do you think?" her voice interrupted him again. As he never heard her approach, he thought she moved like a ghost; he turned around just to meet her face two feet off, "Uhm…I…" his voice got shaky, "What…I don't know…", "This!" she pointed down and showed him a black leather corset she placed around her waist. "I don't know…it looks, it's good…I think." She had real fun seeing him like that but she never showed it. "Could you hand me those black sandals you had before" she asked, "I'd like to try those, too." Although she was pretty taller then he, he complied instantly and reached up for them; she took the sandals and sat on the chair. Now that he was able to see her clearly, he wasn't able to stop staring; her gorgeous figure got him. Her fine and sharp face lines, framed by long loose red hair were something else. All her attributes were in place but one thing took his breath away; the sclerotic of her big eyes were so white they glowed in the dark. She never looked up when she said, "Never saw a girl before?" Although her words got to him, he couldn't set his eyes off of her, "No…I mean yes, of course…I am sorry, I didn't want to" but she interrupted again, "It's ok, I don't mind" she said, stood up in front of him and continued, "I know I am gorgeous, don't you think so, too?" She looked straight at his eyes and waited for his answer, "Yes…yes, you are…I mean, I…" Never before, he felt so helpless with a woman; he wasn't able to finish a single sentence. He knew she had those sandals on and he desperately wanted to look down at her feet but he managed not to; instead, he just swallowed heavily as he felt his heart was coming up to his throat. She walked few steps away and came back just to see how those sandals felt on her feet; clicking noise that those heels made on the floor sounded pretty embezzling to him. "What do you think?" she asked pointing down at her feet. Finally, he looked down and, after a while, said, "Those are very nice sandals." She smiled and, as he looked at her face again, said, "Yes, but I wasn't asking about the sandals; I was asking about my feet." Her words made him weak and burning in his chest; he wanted to say something but, "Uhm…what? I…I don't…it's…" her words got him completely off the track.

His mind worked fast so he managed to gather himself together, "I am sorry, but I should really go now" he said his first complete sentence and turned to leave. "No, you really shouldn't!" she said firmly; although he began to walk already, he froze. She came closer to him and, before he managed to say anything, she continued, "This is a one-time opportunity for you and maybe you should think about it." He was so bewildered that he didn't understand what she was saying; she saw his confusion and continued to lead the game, "If you don't go, there is a big possibility that you will be able to take a look at my feet", she came much closer and whispered, "A very, very close look."

She had him completely off the track; he knew that she wanted him for something that he strived for, for quite a bit but, he just couldn't believe it. Her right hand went up to his chin and held firmly it with her fingernails; her other hand went up too and her fingers slid into his hair. Then, with her left hand, she grabbed his hair and pulled his head down and closer; her lips met his and, instead of a soft and gentle first kiss, her tongue probed his mouth hard and her lips covered his, completely.

Overwhelming sense of shock was complete for him; he was lost in her power and, although he didn't know it yet, he was hers from A to Z.

Promptly, she let go of him and their lips parted; before he managed to say anything or even think of what happened, she said calmly, "Well…have you thought about it?"

There was nothing to think about, really; at that moment, he'd do anything for that girl and he knew it.

"Yes, ok…I won't go…I'll stay" he replied with a shaky voice. She smiled gently and said, "Good…that's good; now, lets get out of here." As they were leaving, he looked at the woman behind the counter; this time, she had a big smile stretched all over her face; that time, something was different.

She took him to a bar where they sat at one separated table in the corner; she knew her places as the bar was very neat and the music moderate and not too loud. Until then, she asked him couple of questions and he replied. He couldn't think of a single reasonable question to ask and not to seem stupid and too ordinary. The place was much lighter then before at the store or in the streets they walked; he was able to examine each of her fine contours and, for him, she was the most beautiful figure he ever saw. "I think you are candy-cute guy; I just might have you for dinner" she said with a smile on her face and continued, "I don't do this usually, you know." His confusion faded and he managed to make a normal conversation, "Thank you…I never thought of my self as cute…I don't do this either, usually" he said. She leaned forward on the table and looked straight in his eyes; she grabbed both his hands with her black polished nails and said, "Correct me if I am wrong as I maybe misinterpreted you behavior earlier but, I think you have a special urges when it comes to women; I think it's not only feet that your fascinated with?" she passed her fingernails all the way down his lower arms and gently scratched them while waiting for his answer. He wasn't replying so she said, "There is no need to be shy as I probably know everything, already." He couldn't help it and his cheeks got all red, again; he bowed his head down but managed to utter, "Yes…I mean, I think you're right." She leaned back in her seat, watched him for a while and said, "I have to make a phone call…I'll be back in a minute." With that, she stood up and promptly left; she really needed to make a phone cal but she also wanted to give him some time alone so he could recover from his discomfort, a bit.

She dialed a number and waited; "Hello" said the female voice on the other end, "It's me, Denise" she said, "Oh, what you're up to?" the woman asked, "Just bring the equipment into my place now; I'll get there in few hours so make it ready, ok?" There was a slight pause and the other woman said, "Ok. Will do…tell me who you're with" woman asked, "You'll find out soon enough" she said and hung up. She got back to their table and said cheerfully, "We never introduced…I am Denise" she said, "I am Ben" he replied, appearing a little less confused. "Have you thought about what I said before I left?", "Yes, yes I did" he confirmed. Again, she leaned forward and said calmly, "Would you like to go to my place? Maybe we could find out together what exactly your urges are" she smiled wickedly.

Her words got him so excited he lost his breath; still, he managed to shyly confirm, "Yes…let's…"

They've spent another hour in the bar; she talked casually just to help him relax and it worked. Couple of drinks helped, too.

After 2 hours, they arrived at her apartment; it was on 11^th floor of a building in the center, in one of the not-so-cheap parts of town. Her place was big and very classy; he was wondering how she got it. She wasn't much older then he and, to have a place like that one needs a huge salary. Everything was nice and in place; only one thing was a little out of ordinary; there was so many mirrors, some small and some huge. Everywhere he looked there was at least one mirror. "Make your self comfortable" she said and went to the bathroom. He continued to stand on his feet and examine her apartment; she came back quickly and sat on the sofa. Her exposed crossed legs got his attention immediately, "Would you like a drink or something?" she asked, "No I am fine" he replied and she continued, "Well then; would you like to kneel in front of me, then? I bet you would, ha?" he said with a mock in her voice. He was hesitating at first but then, he stepped forward and slowly kneeled a foot away from where he right leg was. "Good boy" she said, "Now take off my shoes, my feet are killing me" her voice wasn't commanding yet but he obeyed. He removed her right shoe and, when she re-crossed her legs, her left, too. His heart beat went up and his breathing got heavier; his dreams were coming thru and so with such a beautiful lady, too. He just wanted to dive and swallow her foot completely but something told him to wait and follow her instructions. She put her both feet on the floor and said, "Now lay on the floor, right here" she pointed at the part just below her feet. She lifted them up so he could get below; as he did, she placed both her feet on him, one on his chest and other on his stomach. She actually felt his rapid and strong hear beat with her sole; she began to move her feet around his torso, slowly. "Unbutton your shirt" she said; he complied and exposed his naked torso, "And your pants, too" she continued. As soon as he did, her left foot went straight inside his underwear, "Mmmhh" he let out a moan as she touched his genitals. Then, her other foot came to his chin and up above his mouth, "From now on, whatever I say, you'll reply with 'Yes'…is that clear?" still, her voice was gentle and not commanding and he promptly replied, "Yes." "Now, stick your tongue out and don't move it", the sole of her right foot touched his warm and wet tongue. She bean to rub her sole over his tongue, but gently; her other foot felt his penis rapidly growing inside his underwear. She managed to push his pants and his underwear down, together; his stiff penis popped out. She lifted her right foot up, pointed it at his mouth and said, "Now swallow it!" her voice become a little harsher. He opened his mouth as much as he could and her foot found it way inside; her other foot was on top of his penis, rubbing and mashing it against his body. He was close, so close; once she realized it, she took out her foot from his mouth and with it, pushed up his chin just to expose his neck. "Don't be afraid now" she said and placed her foot atop of his neck. Slowly, she added some pressure to it and, once she realized he couldn't breath anymore, she stopped applying more pressure but still held her foot like that, "Now you better come quickly while you still have air in your lungs." He didn't need much; he was already at his top and, after few more strokes with her foot, his hot semen came out all over his belly.

She removed both her feet from him and put them on the floor; she looked, smiled and said, "The bathroom is right there; go fix yourself up and come back, but completely naked; take your time" Again, 'Yes' was the only thing he said and stood up on his feet.

He left and closed the door behind him. 'He's cute' she thought and smiled; but then, she remembered why he was here in the first place. Her face took a serious and worried expression; 'Damn it! I shouldn't do this to myself' she was thinking, 'I shouldn't start having any kind of feelings…not now.' But somehow, this one was different; she really liked this guy, his obviously good heart, tiny figure and that boyish appearance of his. She liked it so much she never dared asking him how old he really was. Even before, sometimes she'd feel sorry for the guy afterwards; but, she never had such thoughts as she did at the moment, especially because nothing serious happened yet. 'No!' she decided firmly, 'I won't do it this time, period; later, I'll send him away and make sure he never comes back.' Maybe, she should have sent him away immediately; the only trouble was that she was so horny at the moment and it would have been an obvious waste not to make the best out of him since he was already there. She needed a fuck desperately and she was determined to get one; later, she'd send him away with his feelings pretty hurt so he wouldn't even consider coming back. That was her plan and it seemed pretty good

After a while, he came out of the bathroom completely naked; even his body looked like of a teenager. He kept his hand between his legs, obviously trying to cover his genital area. She saw that as a good opportunity to start with hurting his feelings. Quickly, she put her shoes back on, stood up and went to where he was standing. Before he managed to say anything, she lifted her right hand, swung it thru the air and slapped his left cheek hard. It came as a complete surprise to him and he backed off two feet; his face assumed and ignorant and frightened expression. Before he could open his mouth, she yelled at him, "DOWN…TO THE FLOOR, NOW! " He obeyed promptly and fell on his knees, "HEAD ON THE FLOOR…SIDEWAYS! " her voice was still loud and firm. Just as his cheek and temple touched the floor, her right leg found its way atop other side of his head. She pressed it down to the floor and continued, "SO, I AM NOT WORTHY OF LOOKING AT YOUR PATHETIC DICK, IS THAT SO…HA? " she acted mad. He was so afraid and confused that he couldn't see it as pure acting; he barely uttered, "No…that's not what" but she interrupted him in his thought, "NO? DID YOU JUST SAY 'NO'? I THOUGHT I MADE IT CLEAR THAT ONLY 'YES' IS THE WORD TO COME OUT OF YOUR MOUTH, HA? YOU SHOULDN'T DISOBEY ME LIKE THIS! " her voice wasn't so loud anymore but still firm and commanding. "Now, I'll ask again; am I not worthy of looking at your genitals…is that why you were hiding them from me?" Of course he wasn't; he was simply embarrassed. But now, he had a problem; whatever his answer, it wouldn't be good. So, he decided to obey her orders again, "Yes" he replied as he wasn't supposed to say anything else. "Oh, I see…so you think I am not worthy of looking at your intimate parts; you think I am not good enough to see your little whiner. Well, I think that you don't have enough respect for me and you should be thought some respect." But his feelings were different; for the whole evening he was restraining himself from not telling her how beautiful she was, how he'd adore and worship her in any way, obey each of her wishes, do anything for her just to become something she'd posses. "No…I" he wanted to say something but, she removed her leg from her head just to shove it into his side; she kicked him hard enough for him to feel discomfort. It didn't help; in an instant, he had a burst of emotions; he got on all-fours in front of her and began to spill out what was on his mind, "Please, it's not like that…I do respect you, very much so…I just want to be your..." he stopped, looked up at her and said, "I'd do anything for you, anything…" he bowed down to her feet and began to kiss her left foot rapidly. Through the kissing, he said, "Anything that pleases you…anything." He had her so confused that she pulled her foot away and backed off few steps; as he looked up, she saw his eyes got wet. She passed her right hand thru her hair trying to gather her thoughts together; after a little while she looked down again. He was still on the floor looking up at her like a puppy. Softly, she said, "Anything? Are you sure you do anything for me?" He wasn't hesitating; she was the best thing that ever happened to him so he promptly confirmed, "Yes, I'd do anything." She stared at him with feeling of pity and anger at the same time; she felt like she wanted to start beating him up just because he made her feel the way she felt. And she shouldn't have had such feelings; she had a firm agenda why she picked him up in the first place. "Stand up!" she ordered; once he was on his feet, he wasn't covering his genitals, anymore. "Follow me!" she commanded him again, turned on her heel and walked to a door on the other side of the hallway. She opened it and walked straight in; as he entered the room, he saw that it was almost empty. In the middle, there was some kind of bench that looked more like a table but wasn't high enough or wide enough. But, all walls were in mirrors; he was able to see numerous reflections of both of them and, once the door closed, he wasn't sure where the exit was, anymore. The bench had four legs with leather restraints attached to each; top of the bench was lined in shiny black leather cloth. "Lay there" she said pointing at the bench; he quickly obeyed and lay on top of it. She circled around the bench and stopped at each leg just to secure his hands and legs with those leather restraints. His hands and legs went downwards and his front was exposed to her.

She unzipped her dress and it fell on the floor around her legs; she stepped out of it and straddled him. She wore no underwear at all and he was somewhat confused with the fact that he never noticed it while he was below her at the sofa. Her gorgeous body made him dizzy; as she straddled him, she sat atop of his chest. The view from his aspect was magnificent; her firm body, round and beautiful breasts and her face framed in shiniest hair he ever saw. She began to pass her fingernails across his face downwards; she slightly scratched his neck and went for his chest. She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes; he thought it was some kind of game again but she was simply too horny. She looked down at him and said, "You want some of this?" she pointed with her finger down to her cunt, "Do you want a taste of it?" she continued. "Yes, yes…please" just the though of her pussy on top of his face made his penis go straight up in the air. She moved a little closer and continued, "Hmm…why would a man like you, allow a girl like me to tie him up, make him completely helpless and left to one's mercy?" she looked back down at him, "I could, for example, sit on your face for hours and there'd be nothing you could do to stop me." With that, she moved a little closer again; she was teasing him as she knew he wouldn't mind her sitting on his face for a whole day. She lifted herself up and stood exactly above his face, "Beg for it!" she said. With no hesitation, he started to beg, "Please…can I have a taste of your pussy…please, I am begging you, give it to me…please." Slowly, she lowered herself down and stopped just and inch above his mouth; his tongue came out and she felt its tip touching her warm and moist flesh. She wanted to tease him some more but she was too hot already; instead, she sat fully on his face and began to grind her cunt all over his mouth and nose. "Yeess...Lick it good!" she said in between loud moans. Although her pace was fast, his tongue managed to work her good; he was inhaling some air whenever he could. It didn't take her long to reach her first orgasm; "God…ooohhh!" she yelled, "YEESSSS! AAHHHH!" She arched her torso and her muscles turned to a spasm. Again, she stood up, looked down at him and grabbed his head between her hands, "You've got a great face to fuck!" she said all breathless. Before he managed to catch his breath, she was already placing the tip of his, with precum covered, dick. She stroked it twice to make sure it was hard enough and just slid on it; it was not some monster-cock but it filled her nicely. She began to ride him fast in an instant; she seemed so hungry for it like she hasn't had an orgasm just few moments earlier. She was riding and jumping all over his dick, her hair flew around her head and her fingernails dug into his chest. She lost it completely and began to scratch his chest skin, hard; however, it was not painful to him. The scratching made an awkward sensation he never felt before; it turned him on even more. Her moans turned into loud screams caused by pleasure growing inside her, "AAHHH! FUCK!" and she increased the pace. He was coming very close, too, and he began to squawk abruptly, "Mmmhh…ah…ah" his tone was low. As she heard him, she leaned forward and placed her right palm over his mouth, "SHUT UP!" she leaned on her right hand and made sure his mouth remain closed. She was reaching her top but she slowed down a little; she wanted to adjust her ecstasy with his. As his abdominal muscled began to twitch, she felt his dick in her pulsating. With first drops of his cum, she came; both of them got in intense orgasms and her fingernails squeezed his flesh like she was about to tear it off. As their ecstasy began to fade, she leaned forward and down; she grabbed his chin and squeezed it until he opened his mouth. Their lips connected and her tongue probed so violently in his mouth that his own remained still; she kissed him with such fury, he thought she wanted to suck his lungs out. After a few seconds, she straightened up and lifted her left hand in the air; it came down at him and collided with his right cheek, "THAT'S FOR COMING INSIDE ME, YOU LITTLE FUCK!"

He was completely bewildered; one moment she was so hot for him and kissing him so passionately, and then slapping his face so hard. She knew how he felt and that was exactly what she wanted. She stood up and dismounted off of him and the bench. In a few seconds, she cut loose his hands and legs and said, "Stand up and get dressed!" With that, she put on her dress and opened the door; she went out and left it open. He came after her and went for his clothes; without a word, she waited for him to get dressed. "Come" she said, "You're leaving now"; he looked at her with disappointment in his eyes but followed her to the door. She opened it and gave him room to pass, "I don't…understand" he began, "I am sorry if I did something wrong, but…" She never let him finish the sentence; instead, she said, "I am not going to explain myself to you, now; go and don't come back…ever!" her voice sounded determined. He was about to say something but she interrupted, again, "No! Just go home…leave now, this is not what you want, believe me. Don't come back, don't look for me, is that clear?" As he was already out in the hallway, she closed the door and locked it.

He stood right in front of the door for several minutes, trying to figure out what happened; she leaned on the wall beside the door and bowed her head down. She knew she had to send him away but she wished she didn't; on the other side of the door, he wasn't sure if all that happened was just a dream or not. Once she heard his footsteps getting away, she went to the living room and fell on the couch, "SHIT!" she said and covered her eyes with her hand.

Just as she was about to fall asleep, the telephone rang; it startled her so she almost yelled in the handset, "Yes…what!" It was the same female voice as before in the bar, "Did you do it?" a woman asked. Denise hesitated for a second and then she replied, "No…no I didn't, he freaked and ran away" she said. The woman on the other end changed her tone of voice, "Hmm…that never happened before; are you sure you didn't…" but she interrupted her, "Am I sure what? I said he ran away…period!"

"Come on Denise…you know how good we sell these films and it is a good money; this was supposed to be your last film, anyway…then you could retire and enjoy the rest of…" but she interrupted her again, "I'll get you your movie! Just don't push me, ok." The woman waited a little and then she said, "I am not pushing you…but there is a deadline and you know it" she waited a little and added, "And it's Monday, so…" There was silence for few moments and Denise said, "You'll have it by Monday!" and she hung up.

She stood up and went into that room where the bench was; the mirrors on the walls were actually all, closet doors. She opened one and behind it, there was a closet; there were variety of accessories inside like whips, hoods, some footwear, etc…Also, there was a camera hidden behind the mirror; she examined the camera, and then closed the mirror. She opened another and then another one; each had a camera hidden behind and all were on. As all the openings were in fact closets, all contained some toys and accessories. She closed the last one and went out; in her bedroom there was a computer. She sat at it and began to work on something. A window appeared containing other smaller windows; each of these had some part of her apartment covered by the cameras. She switched the views off and pressed a play button below; instantly, all cameras began to replay what was recorded. Everything, since the moment she brought Ben to her place until the moment he left, was recorded. She watched it for a while and then stopped, "No…not this one" she said to herself, turned the computer off and left.

It was a Saturday morning and she had only two days to compile her homemade film; she prepared herself for going out that evening to find a new main character for it. But that day, she had tough luck; all the usual places just wouldn't provide what she wanted. She came home early in the morning, alone; there was still one day left but she needed to be quick. As she opened the elevator door and stepped out, she saw Ben on the floor in front of her door; he fell asleep. 'Damn it…damn that kid!' she thought, 'I told him not to come back…why would he…' she never finished her thoughts. Instead, she sat on the stair opposite to where he was and just watched him for a while. Seeing him asleep like that, he looked even cuter then before. After maybe 10 minutes, she stood up and then squatted near him, "Hey…wake up" she said quietly and pushed his shoulder. He opened his eyes and looked up at her; his heart beat went up once he laid his eyes on her. She was a bit pale and looked tired but, to him, she looked incredible. She grabbed him under his arm and pulled him up; as she was unlocking the door, she said, "I though I told you not to come back, haven't I?" As he wasn't entering the apartment, she turned to him and said, "Do you like it better out there in the hallway? What are you waiting for?" and with her hand, she gestured for him to enter. "Sit there" she pointed at the table in the middle of dining room; she put away her jacket and her purse and went to the fridge to bring two beers.

He was just sitting there quietly as she brought the beers and sat down, "Why did you come back?" she asked. She was sure he wouldn't be able to make one good sentence in explaining himself, but she was wrong; he had enough time to think about things and how to say them. "I want to know what happened here two days ago and why you threw me out like that" he said with certain determination in his voice. His appearance confused her for a moment, long enough for him to continue, "And don't tell me you just wanted a good fuck for an hour; there was more to it, I am sure."

She leaned forward on the table with an angry expression on her face, "Well, look how cocky you've become in only two days" her voice rose within her talking, "Did you just order me what to tell you or not?!" Her voice and her acting put him back at his place, "No…I just…I wanted to…sorry."

She grinned at him and said, "That's better; that's the way I like you – cute and helpless."

After a few sips of beer, she asked, "You know how to work with computer?" "Yes, of course" he replied. She stood up and said, "Come, I'll show you something." They went to her bedroom and she told him to sit by her PC; she ran one program and same window with many others in it, appeared on screen. "Click on play button" she instructed him; as soon as he did, he saw what she wanted to show him. "You recorded everything the other night!" he said with unhidden surprise in his voice, "But why? Is this some kind of kink of yours?" She smiled and said, "You could call it that, but not really; this is what I do for living…I seduce and then record my victims." "Victims?" he was confused, "I wouldn't say I was victimized the other night", he turned to the computer screen and said, "This is just porn" he said. She sat on the table, placed one leg on his upper right thigh and huddled the other between his legs. "Ever heard of snuff porn?" she asked him with low and serious tone of voice; he felt coldness passing down his spine. It took him a while to answer but he managed, "Yes, but…I though those were only stories"; suddenly, his voice got higher, "Don't tell me that you…!!! Is that why you wanted me here?" she just nodded her head slightly, "No, I don't believe you…you couldn't…it's not…" but he lost his thoughts soon enough. He stood up promptly and said, "I don't believe you; you just want to scare me off, again…but if that's what you really want, then I'll just leave…just forget it". Even his angry appearance was cute to her; she smiled and said, "No, I don't want you to go; in fact, I really want you to stay with me." "First you say you wanted to…want to snuff me or something and now…I really don't…" but she interrupted him, "Don't be stupid; if I wanted to "snuff" you, you'd be dead already. I had you tied up and immobilized, remember?"

She stood on the floor, too and continued, "But, for you to stay, you needed to know the truth." Slowly, she came closer to him and leaned forward to say something; he was really afraid that he almost backed away; she whispered in his ear, "Now, do you really want to stay with a serial?" The sound of the word 'serial' made him tremble, "How…how many did you…you know?" She waved her head as a 'no' and said, "I said serial, haven't I? There are some things you don't need to know." He felt afraid and repulsive at the same time, to the whole issue; he said in a sarcastic way, "Well, did you enjoy it, ha? Was it all at least worth while?" Before he realized what happened, her right palm collided with his face, "I SAID, THERE ARE SOME THINGS YOU DO NOT NEED TO KNOW! ONE MORE IDIOTIC QUESTION AND I'LL KICK THE SHIT OUT OF YOU…UNDERSTOOD? " she yelled at him. Although, her temper got him even more scared, he felt turned on by it, at the same time. She was a little sorry she hit him, but she never showed it; instead, she grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the bedroom. She led him directly to a "mirror room" and, once inside, she said, "Don't move!" and went to open one of the hidden closets. He just watched her like paralyzed; first he saw one of the hidden cameras; next thing he saw was a wooden garrote she pulled out of the closet. It took him some time to realize what it was as he never saw one before, "You know what this is, don't you?" she asked. "Yes, I think so" he replied humbly, "Do you believe me now?" she asked as she knew he still hadn't comprehended it fully. As he wasn't replying, she came closer to him and said with specifically graceful tone of voice, "Maybe you would like to try it?" and her face stretched into a very wicked grin. He wasn't sure if she was just joking or not but he still flinched back a little, "You know…some of "them" were actually volunteers; some of them actually begged for it and were very grateful" she said and continued after a short pause, "The only problem is that I have to make one more film and my deadline is tomorrow; I must deliver the goods or I just might be the next one."

He waited for a while and said, "I don't understand…why would you…" but he was again interrupted, "After this one, I retire; but I have this obligation to some very nasty people and if I don't deliver…" she made a throat-slicing gesture with her hand. "And more I think of it, I see you as a perfect main character for the film" she stopped and waited for his reply. "You want to kill me to save yourself and you're asking me if I do it? I can't believe this!" he said. "You're being stupid again, kid; if I wanted to kill, would I show you all this and ask you? No…I'd just do it and you know damn well I could." She came closer, placed her palm on his, still burning cheek, and continued, "But, in order to save my ass and for us to be together, you need to be seen dying." She caressed his cheek more and said, "I suppose you could play dead, couldn't you? That way, everyone would be happy, I'd be off the hook and you…you'd be still alive and kicking." With that, she pressed herself against him and said, "And, if still interested, you could be living out your fantasies with a woman to adore, to serve and worship…and that would be me, of course", the last part she said cheerfully. Before he managed to open his mouth, she brought her face in his and her tongue came out of her mouth. She began to slowly lick his lips, his cheeks and his neck; the warmth and the moist of her mouth made him dizzy, "Mmm…what do you say, ha?" she asked in between two licks, "I know you…mmm…want to; don't deny yourself…slurp… of me." Her hand found its way to his groin; she placed her palm atop of it and gently rubbed it against his pants, "I could…slurp…make you nuts with…mmm…lust." In all that haze, he remembered how just yesterday, he thought how he could die for that woman. It was just a stupid paradox at the moment, but still, he couldn't believe the words that came out of his mouth next, "Yes, yes…I'll do it…I'll die for you if you want me to…yes." Once she heard him, she slowly moved away and said, "Wait! There is something else, too" He couldn't believe her words; 'what else could there possibly be' he thought. "Come with me" she said and walked to the door; they sat on the sofa and she pulled out few papers, "You see, there is one slight problem." He was listening eagerly what she had to say, "Well, for each of this films, I get like a script from these people; this is what they want to see on the film." He wanted to take the papers but she wouldn't let him, "The problem is, some of the things here cannot be faked; some of the acts just have to be done for real. Faking your death is actually the easiest part." She stopped for a while and said, "Take this and read it; it is all up to you now…if you can't do it, I'll understand." As he took the papers, she stood up and went into dining room; ha watched her walk away thinking how there couldn't be anything that would make him not accept this deal; she was too good, worthy of anything at all. He began to read it; at first, it was just describing the way she was supposed to seduce him and bring him to her place. But more he read it, more his yaw got open in disbelief; he was supposed to be whipped hard with something called "cat-o-nine", tortured with burning cigarette stubs and some other stuff. He understood all except for one thing; he was supposed to be given a "scat treat" and then strangled in the garrote. He stood up and went to the dining room; his voice was low and shaky when he asked, "What is a scat treat? I understand the other stuff but this one…I don't know what it is." She looked at him, came closer and placed her hand on his cheek again; with a really soft voice, she said, "I am supposed to make you eat my shit, Ben…that's what it is." Hearing her words, he backed away; his face got some grayish-pale color and he felt nauseous just hearing those words, "E…eat your…shit? It's insane…it's…I can't…no!" he said and sat on the chair by the table. "Yeah, well…somehow I knew, that one would be a problem", she sat beside him and continued with a sarcastic tone of voice, "Can't blame you; it's not actually French cuisine, is it?" She passed her hand across her face in a tired manner and said, "Fuck it! I am just gonna pack up and run…nothing else I can do, anyway." She took his hand, stood up and said, "Come, you must leave now" and she pulled him up. Once they were at the door, she said, "Go and don't come back; I mean it this time, do not come back. You won't find me here anyway…I'll be gone tomorrow." She opened the door, pushed him out and said, "I am sorry this couldn't end up differently…I really am" and she closed the door, leaving him outside.

He left with a feeling of emptiness inside him; she stood in the middle of living room figuring where to start with packing. It was already 4 o'clock in the morning and she had to leave at least before ten; her time was limited. She began packing; just the crucial things she planned to take with her. She still had enough money on a side and that was no problem. The apartment, she'd handle later, once the things calm down. Everything was in place for her except the fact that she wasn't supposed to be alone in all this; after a long time, she felt that there was someone she could have by her side. Disappointment was even greater taking the fact that his guy was ready to accept her regardless to what she did in past and still worship her as his queen, his goddess. And that was something she always wanted; to have someone that would love and serve her in the same time; someone just like Ben. It was 7 in the morning and she was almost done when someone knocked on her door; she went to see who it was thinking how it was too early for anyone to be at her door. She didn't even bother to check, instead, she opened the door just to see Ben standing in front of it. At first, none of them said a word; she was surprised by his appearance and he simply hesitated. After a while, without a word, he entered and said, "I'll do it" and proceeded to the living room. The surprise was full; she closed the door and rushed after him. He sat on the sofa, inhaled deeply and said, "I'll do whatever you want me…just, don't leave…please. I just want you to stay and…if you'd let me be with you…anyway you want." She sat beside him and took his hand in hers, "I am not sure anymore that I want you to do it" she said softly and continued, "But I really don't know what to say." At the moment, she wasn't thinking like she always used to; that something was actually only for her. At that moment she thought about both of them, together; if she'd let him do it, it would be for them, together. "Are you sure? You have to be completely sure that that's what you want…I don't want you to do it for me. If you decide to do it, do it for us, or even better for yourself." She didn't have to wait long for his answer, "I have decided already; I want to do it…and you're right, maybe I am doing it for myself. If it means I could be with you, then it is a petty sacrifice to do." Instead of saying anything, she pulled him closer and kissed his lips very gently. However, his reaction wasn't something she'd expect; he said, "Thank you, but I like it better if you kiss me like you did before…I had thousands of such romantic and nice kisses and it doesn't work for me, really." His voice sounded so sincere that she had difficult time not bursting into hilarious laughter. As she still held his hand, she assumed a serious attitude and said, "Ben, if we do this, I promise you that I will make all of your dirty fantasies, true; whatever they may be, I'll make them happen…you'll just need to tell me what they are" she smiled at him and continued, "And it won't be a big trouble for me as I am quite sure I'll like it all, too." They spent another ten minutes on the sofa just cuddling and then she said, "I think we should get to it; it's already 8 o'clock and my deadline is closing on us." She stood up and said, "Take some more time; I need to make a phone call" and she left.

Same female voice answered as she dialed the number, "Yes", "It's me, Denise…you can come and pick up your film around noon." There was a short pause and the woman said, "So you did it, ha?" and Denise replied, "Not yet but I am about to in few minutes; just be here around noon" and with that she hung up.

She came back to him, squatted in front of the sofa and said, "It's done, they'll be here to collect in 4 hours." She saw how he wasn't really thrilled with her words; probably, somewhere in his mind, he was still hoping that it wouldn't happen, that it was only a dream or something. To help the situation, she said, "Two hours more and we are free from it all." He saw how his hopes refreshed by just looking at him, "Now, I need to prepare myself…make-up and all, you know; you just wait here and I'll be back soon." She left the living room for her bedroom and left him with his thoughts. After 15 minutes she came back; the make-up she put on made her look extravagant. On her, she had a pair of knee-high boots with metal heel and some other metal ornaments on them. Also, she had spurs attached to them; she had a long PVC coat that reached just to the top of her boots and under it, she was naked. Her hair was tied in a horse tail and all that make-up made her face look, almost scary.

She stood in front of him and calmly said, "It's time"; he stood up on his feet and came close to her. He wanted to proceed into the "mirror room", but she stopped him, "I want you to know something before we start; in there, I will have to say and do some things I, otherwise, wouldn't. You have to remember that it's all just mere acting by me, just as it will be by you. Whatever happens in there, it's not real…do you understand?" she finished and waited. It took him a while but he confirmed, "Yes, I know…don't worry." "Ok…take your clothes off and wait by the door; don't go in yet, I need to go and set up my computer for recording" and she went to the bedroom. Once she was done, she came back to find him naked, standing by the closed door; she pulled a leather collar out of her pocket and placed it around his neck. Then, she took out a black scarf and blindfolded him with it; he never said a word. "Ok, drop down on your hands and knees" she said and he complied; before she pushed the door open, she said, "Here we go." She walked in slowly tugging him by the leash; as all the cameras were already 'on', everything from that moment needed to appear real. As she was starting her role, her voice got different – louder and more determined, "GET UP, DOG! " she commanded him. He stood up and she threw him at the only wall without a mirror, "NOW, WE BEGIN !" she said. He felt his wrists and ankles were being secured with some kind of shackles, but he was still unable to see anything. "OPEN YOUR MOUTH, DOG! " she ordered; once he did, she shoved a rubber ball-gag in his mouth and strapped it around his head. Then, she removed the blindfold; in front of him was just a wall but, he glanced at the first mirror nearby and saw that the space was full of various accessories. In the middle of it was that garrote he saw earlier. He saw her, too; she went to one small table that had some stuff on it and took a leather hood. She then pulled it over her head and took out her horse-tailed hair thru the opening on top; her face disappeared completely and the only thing he was able to see was two ultra white sclerotic of her eyes. She looked at him and said, "WELCOME TO HELL, PIECE OF SHIT! " Suddenly, he felt that maybe it all wasn't such a good idea; her words and her new appearance were completely unknown to him…but, it was too late anyway. Strong and sharp back pain cut his thoughts in half; before he realized what happened, another painful strike hit his back. "WATCH ME RIP YOUR SKIN OFF, PIECE BY PIECE, DOG! " he heard her saying and, with her left hand, she turned his head towards the mirror, "YOU BETTER DON'T TAKE YOUR EYES OFF OF THAT MIRROR, BITCH! " A simple role in her film didn't seem such a though deal before; aside of that scat thing, he figured that all the rest would be nothing. At that moment he knew all of it would be as real as it gets; he tried to comfort himself with the thought that she probably knew what she was doing and, since she was doing it so realistically, that there was no other way. Just one question bothered his mind; he couldn't make a sane answer to the question of was she enjoying herself or not. If he could have only seen her face, he'd have known. After 20 merciless lashes by her whip, he limped in those shackles; his legs betrayed him. His sight got blurred and he suddenly found himself lying on the floor; he looked up and, thru the haze, saw her standing above him. He saw one of her boots coming at his chest and then the other one, too; for a while, she just stood on top of him and then squatted down, "LOOK HOW TINY AND SMALL YOU ARE NOW, DOG! I COULD CRUSH YOU INTO CRUMBS! " her voice was still cold. As his sight got better, he saw she was holding a cigarette in her hand and it was lit, too. With her left hand, she pushed his head aside exposing his neck; then, her hand came closer at it. She pressed the stub against his skin; the pain was so strong he wanted to yell from top of his lungs. However, the ball gag prevented it; she removed the cigarette and her hand went down. He couldn't see where, instead, he heard her saying, "YOU'LL LIKE THIS ONE BETTER. " She leaned the stub against his left nipple and pressed hard; she waited until it was fully extinguished and strong odor of burned flesh filled the air. The pain was so strong, his eyes filled with liquid; tears began to slide down his cheeks as he looked up at her hooded face.

She had to put the hood on and she knew, even before they started the whole thing. In order to keep her appearance "normal" she had to hide her face from the camera. Usually, she'd just scramble her face on the recording and that would be good enough. But this time, it was all different; for the first time, she hated what she was doing and she still had to do it. She had two choices for making this recording; she could either go easy on him but make it last for couple of hours or, she could do it severely from beginning to the end and shorten it considerably. It wasn't much of a choice but she went for the second option; as soon as it would all be finished, the better.

Seeing him in agony like that, wasn't so thrilling as it used to be with others; she stepped off of him and said, "Now crawl over there" and pointed at the garrote. Just as he was getting on his knees, she found an angle from which no camera had her face covered and whispered very silently, "Soon, it will all be over." He never made any sound or gesture that he actually heard her words; instead, he began to crawl towards the garrote. It was made low so, any person to be placed in it, needed to be on its knees. "Turn your back at it and move backwards" she was instructing him; he obeyed and soon, leaned his back to the wooden post. Lower part that lay on the floor was in between his legs; in aft part, there were four shackles divided in pairs and attached to each side of the garrote's lower frame. As she secured his ankles and his wrists with those shackles, his legs and arms were stretched backwards and behind the post. She brought a leather strap, placed it around his neck and both ends, she put through the opening in the post. Both ends had splices which came out at the other end; she attached those to a small shaft just below the opening where the strap came through. Then, she went to one of the mirrors, opened it and took out what looked like a wheel. She attached and secured it to the shaft; with that, it was all ready. She came in front of him and looked at him like she was checking if everything was ok; then she turned around and moved backwards until her ass cheeks were near his face. "YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO " she said firmly, "OPEN YOUR MOUTH, DOG! " She spread her legs a little and lifted her bottom just above his mouth. In that situation, there was nothing more she could have done to make sure it all went properly; she just hoped he wouldn't ruin their act. She never even looked down before she began to tense he abdominal muscles; she felt her excrement slowly coming out of her. "EAT DOG, EAT…THIS IS YOUR LAST MEAL " she said and pushed the first piece out completely. His mouth was wide open as her shit entered in; he began to swallow it, fighting his growing nausea, at the same time. After the first piece, she looked down and saw it was all gone; he swallowed everything and she felt relieved. Without hesitation, she tensed her muscles again and another piece came directly into his mouth, "DO YOU LIKE MY SHIT, DOG? I KNOW YOU DO!" she said as another piece disappeared inside his throat. At that moment, a different feeling woke up in her; it was already enough for the recording but she had more. Regardless to the film, she actually wanted to give him this scat treat; without a word, she pushed again and another piece entered his mouth. As he was swallowing, he felt on the verge of throwing up but managed not to. She moved away from him and turned to face him; he was pale and his face had a distorted shape. Part of that last piece was still between his teeth and his throat and he was struggling to make it go away. Seeing him like that had a strong impact on her; she felt aroused by it. She waited for a while until he swallowed it al and finally opened his eyes; she went to the mirror that was still opened and brought a bottle of something. He saw what she was doing and couldn't remember that part from the "script". The bottle contained some kind of a green-colored mouth wash; she came closer and said, "OPEN YOUR MOUTH! " and as he did, she poured some of it inside. "WASH YOUR DIRTY MOUTH AND SWALLOW IT!" she commanded again. As soon as he obeyed she came closer; carefully, she placed her right leg on top of his left thigh and then the other on top of his right thigh. Both, her heels and her spurs dug into his flesh as she climbed on his thighs with her full weight. She grabbed his hair with her left hand and shoved his face between her legs, "LICK ME BITCH…EAT ME WHILE I BRING YOU TO YOUR END ." Her other hand began to turn the garrote wheel, slowly; he had nothing against pussy eating, so he began to work his tongue around hers.

As soon as his face got between her thighs, he had his answer to a query from before; all the accumulated heat and juice that dripped from her sex meant that she actually enjoyed the whole act. 'Of course; why would it now all become different' he thought, 'she had to have some satisfaction from it all aside of the money she earned'. As the strap tightened around his neck, his thoughts were replaced by a sudden panic; 'what if all of her sweet talk was just a trick to get him into the garrote?'

Suddenly, he stopped what he was doing with his tongue; she felt it and, without saying anything, pressed her cunt harder and began to grind it, against his face. His mouth was opening more and more as the strap got tighter; after a little while, he wasn't able to take as much as air as he needed. At that moment, he was sure that she would actually kill him, on purpose or not.

At first, his sight got blurred and then there was darkness; all of his thoughts were gone as he sunk deeper in it. He lost his consciousness before he could hear her loud cries caused by a very intense orgasm.

As she heard someone knocking on the door, she rushed to open it, "Hi…it's noon and I am here; do you have the recording", woman asked. "Yeah, I have it…come in", Denise invited her in; as they were in the living room, she said, "But, before I give it to you, I need your help with something." The woman looked at her and asked, "Get rid of the body? You know I don't do that, Denise." "No, no…I just need you to help me carry him to the bathroom; we'll put him in the tub and I'll handle it from there as usual." The woman hesitated a little but then, she said, "Ok, to the tub only." As they walked in into the "mirror room" she suddenly stopped and asked, "Did you switch off the cameras?" "Of course I did, I am not stupid" she moved forward to where Ben was lying and added, "I don't have a mask on, do I?" her word calmed the woman down and she proceeded. Denise grabbed him under his arms and the woman took both of his legs; slowly, they carried him out. "Well, you did this one good…you're very good at this; pity that you're retiring" the woman said. Once they got out where there was light, she said with some surprise in her voice, "Hey…that's the guy from my store!" She looked up at Denise and added, "It's a shame though; I kind of got used of seeing him there." Denise smiled sarcastically and said, "Well, now you'll have him on tape forever."

Slowly, he began to wake up; he felt groggy like never in his life before. At first, he couldn't remember who or where he was. As he opened his eyes, he saw silhouette of someone just above him, "You'll feel drugged for a while, but I had to do it…I am sorry" he heard a woman's voice. As his senses began to come alive, he started to remember things. Suddenly, as he recollected it all, he freaked and tried to jump but she stopped him and pushed him back down. "Easy now…everything is just fine; don't worry, you're safe now" her voice was calm and soft. "I won't hurt you, I promise" she continued, "just rest for a while."

After some 15 minutes, she came back from her kitchen and found him sitting on the sofa. "How are you feeling?" she asked; although, he was still feeling pain all around, he said, "I'll be ok…I think."

"Listen…I put you to sleep with some chloroform to make sure your act is perfect until the end" she caressed his face a little and continued, "But now, everything is fine; I gave them what they wanted, they think you're dead. And, in case of any trouble, I have someone important on another recording helping me get rid of your body, so…" she stopped for a while and said, "I have it all covered now."

She talked him thru all that happened after he lost his consciousness and he had no reason not to believe her; he was alive although, at one point, he was certain he was about to die.

He looked up at her and said, "I know…" as he didn't finish, she asked with a doubtful expression on her face, "You know what?" His voice was low and forgiving, "I know that you enjoyed it all."

At first, she felt embarrassed; there was no point of denying what he already knew so she decided to refresh his memories some more and change the subject. She moved away a little, put her hand in the air and slapped his cheek, gently that time; she said, "You are already forgetting yourself; this time you're forgiven only because you're still dizzy, but you should remember who is in charge here." After that, she smiled at him and said, "So what if I did? It only means that we may have to replay some of that stuff, sometime; now, that shouldn't be a big problem for you to do for your queen and goddess, right?"

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