Message-ID: <18237eli$9812240433@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: tmquin@ibm.net (Thomas M Quin) Subject: {ASS} SSK: Partners Pt 3 (M/F, NC B&D) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories.bondage,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: MrTrick66@_NS_aol.com Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <3680df9e.348319671@news3.ibm.net> ***************************************************************** STANDARD DISCLAIMER =================== The following piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment and has been posted only to an appropriate group on the Internet. If it is found in any other place this is not the responsibility of the author. The author explicitly prohibits. 1) The posting of this story in an incomplete form. 2) The use of this story in a larger work without his express permission. 3) The use of this story on any CD, BBS or Website without the written permission of the author. This work is copyright MrTrick66@aol.com 1998. All characters in this story are fictitious, any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse any of the activities detailed in this story, some of which are dangerous or illegal. MrTrick66@aol.com ***************************************************************** The Partners by Rob ==================== Part 3 -- Down Below ==================== Mitch carried Wendy's limp body across the living room to the basement door, pulled a string at the top of the steps to turn on one of the two lights in his basement and carefully made his way down the thirteen steps to the dank, dark cellar of his house. The girl, whose ankles were still tied to her thighs, was aware of what was happening and where she was being taken, but, weak from her ordeal, she did not struggle. When he finished his descent into the basement, he placed her on the cold floor and moved carefully away, deeper into the darkness of the cellar, in search of the other pull string light. When he found it and turned it on, Wendy saw that the basement was like any other unfinished cellar she had seen -- filled with the clutter one accumulates over a lifetime. From her position at the bottom of the steps where Mitch had laid her down, she could not see Mitch who was on the far side of the room making certain that the four small windows there were covered so no one on the outside could see what was happening on the inside. Satisfied, he then rummaged around the cellar until he found an old, stained mattress leaning against the wall. He pulled it into the center of the room, closer to the second light and placed it on the floor of an area that was relatively free from clutter. He swept away some cob webs that were on top of the mattress and began rummaging around the basement for something else, an old desk from his college apartment. Made of solid wood and standing at just below waist knee level, Mitch thought it would do nicely for his purposes. He carried it to the center of the room and placed the mattress on top of it. He then shoved several books beneath the center of the mattress so that it was raised like a hump. When he was through, he returned to his naked captive who was shivering on the cold floor of the basement. He effortlessly picked her up and laid her facing up on the mattress covered coffee table. Apparently, Wendy had recovered a bit because she began making noises that Mitch could not understand. He ignored her and proceeded to tie her arms to two of the desks legs. He then untied her ankles and tied them tightly to the desk's other legs. He had enjoyed seeing her naked ass as it jutted out when her ankles were tied snugly to her thighs and knew he would eventually return her to that position. When he was sure that she was properly restrained, he stepped back to admire his work. "Believe it or not, Wendy, you look great," he said as he observed how the books he had placed under the mattress elevated her midsection, caused her back to arch nicely and raise her crotch slightly above the rest of her body. He didn't care that she was uncomfortable. "You always admired my desk in the office so it's only fitting that you have the use of my desk at home." He then ran his hands over her upper body, pawing at her breasts and squeezing her nipples between his fingers. It went on like that for several moments until he had another idea. The girl remained still, wondering what torment he would next inflict on her. He moved beside her head and untied the rope that kept her panties from escaping her mouth. He then extracted the panties and asked her, "Mouth dry?" She coughed and nodded. He ran up the steps and came back down with a glass of water which he sipped as he stood over the bound attorney. "Let me take care of that dryness for you," he said, holding the straw by her mouth so she could sip some of the cool water he offered. She sipped and coughed as she did so, finding it hard to drink in the prone position she found herself. "Mouth still dry? he asked and she nodded again. He offered the glass of water, but as her mouth opened to take the straw, he pulled it away and thrust his tongue into her mouth. She was caught totally by surprise and tried to pull her head away but it was to no avail. He relentlessly kept his tongue in her mouth rolling it over her tongue and swirling it in her mouth, giving her a French kiss like she had never had before. When he was finished, she was crying again. "Why, Mitch? Why?" He looked at her with a surprised expression on his face and answered simply, "Because I can." After a few seconds, he looked down at the lovely figure and asked in a kind tone, "Wendy? You hungry? I'm hungry so you must be hungry." She was afraid to answer, not wanting to say the wrong thing and provoking him to replacing the vile gag in her mouth. He looked up towards the kitchen and then back to the girl, "Not much food upstairs but I'm starving." He looked her in the eye and smiled cruelly. "How about I eat you?" The color drained from Wendy's face as she realized what he intended to do. "No! No! No!" she protested. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" he replied, as he climbed on top of the desk and positioned himself so his mouth was by her crotch. "If you're hungry, feel free to lick my balls and ass, but," he said menacingly, "Remember what I told you upstairs about those teeth." He then began licking her inner thighs, slowly moving upwards until his tongue was inside her triangular mound of hair and, finally, inside her pussy. All the while Mitch's ass pressed into the helpless girl's face. He heard her grunting and trying to scream but the weight of his body on her face proved as effective a gag as the panties and handball. She writhed in pleasurable agony which only stimulated Mitch more as he lapped up her juices which treacherously flowed from her as he assaulted her with his tongue. She came twice before Mitch had had enough. She cried, ashamed at all he had done to her and fearful of what would happen next. As she worried about his next attack, the telephone began to ring. Mitch shoved the panties back in her mouth before darting up the stairs and quickly returning with a cordless phone. He sat on the edge of the desk, admiring Wendy's mound of pubic hair before clicking the button on the phone and saying, "Hello. Oh, hi . . . . No, I'm home. I was just taking care of something in the basement when the phone rang. . . . Today? It can't wait till Tuesday? . . . All right, when? . . . That soon? . . . No, no problem. I'll be here." He pressed another button on the phone to end the conversation and turned to look at his pretty prisoner. "Well, that's all the fun we're going to have for now. Company's on its way and I have to get dressed, but don't worry, I won't forget about you." He kissed her lightly on the forehead before checking the ropes which held her tightly to the desk. They were secure and he was confident that she could neither free herself nor knock anything over to call attention to her predicament in the basement. Satisfied, he walked over to a work bench and returned with a roll of gray duct tape. "Much as I'd like to give you that sweet gag one more time, the panties will have to do for now." He used his finger to shove the panties deeper into her mouth and then secured them there with several pieces of tape. When he was done, her mouth was so muffled that what little sounds she could make would never be heard upstairs. He kissed her again, climbed the stairs and turned off the light at the top of the steps. Before shutting the door to the basement though, he took another peak at the nude girl who lay on the desk with her hips thrust upward by the books beneath the mattress. He had deliberately left the light above her on and he was impressed at just how lovely she looked -- naked, bound and gagged -- below the light but surrounded in darkness. He hoped his guests would not be staying in darkness. He hoped his guests would not be staying long. 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