Message-ID: <7487eli$9801191714@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Lord Shon Subject: Bikini Brothel (4/7) Bondage, Group Sex, Silly Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-QZ-To: 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: <72b8405.34c34b9f@aol.com> Bikini Brothel Part 4 Greg Groundstroke woke up with an ache all over his body. The construction foreman had spent many a morning trying to recollect how wasted he must of been the night befoe. He felt something was different when he realized he was completly nude, even down to his underwear. He also didn't think it was normal for his hands and feet to be bound and be lying vertical. The final clue that maybe he hadn't passed out was the stunning blonde woman standing in front of him who was wearing a black bikini and a studded collar. Greg's memories came flooding back. He was working in his office, a pretty girl came in and she tried to bribe him with sex. She wanted him to use his workmen and supplies to fix up her house. He remembered telling her he couldn't even consider it and there his mind was a blank. He looked around and saw he was underground in a basement. The walls were very clean and painted a dull grey. There were an assortment of whipping posts and stockades littered around the room. As his vision cleared, he saw that the blonde woman had several black streaks in her hair. She was also wearing five inch heels that looked impossible to wear, much less walk in. She was watching him with contempt as she opened a box of butt-plugs. He tightened his ass automatically. A door opened and two ladies came walking down the stairs. One of them was an intellegent looking girl in a black bikini and glasses. She was carrying several stacks of papers, which she tried to use to cover her bust but she was too well endowed. It was like hiding a zepplin with a pillow case. She looked at him breifly, her eyes spending a little bit of time on his manhood. She looked away with a blush when his manhood stirred underneath her attention. The next woman he knew all too well. She was the curvaceous bimbo with the bleached blond hair who thought sex could be traded for a couple of thousand dollars in materials and labor. Her name was Michelle, he remembered. He also remembered her 38DD chest that was surging through the sheer pink material she had for a bikini. She was just as smug as he remembered her. But then, who could blame her for being smug when it only took one tazer shock to have him nude and at her mercy. He started out bold, "Young lady," he called. "You are going to get in serious trouble for this, kidnapping is a federal offense and MUMUM" His words were put to an end as the large blonde woman placed a ball gag over his mouth. She snapped it tight on the back of his head and tightened the straps. A wave of helplessness overcame him and if Michelle had asked right then, Greg would of given anything to be free. However Michelle was not aware of greg's vulnerbility right now, she was too busy sneaking peeks down Abigal's bikini top. Michelle was only half listening to Abigal explain how they could legally use the foreman. Michelle was more interested in how they could immorally use him. "As you can easily read," Abigal began, "this contract clearly states that the signer agrees to perform all services listed here for free. I've already listed what reconstruction the house needs and included a clause for anything else we can think of." Michelle looked at the contract, Abigal's words sinking into her head like hairspray. "Wow," she exclaimed. "Where did you get this from, it's perfect for bribing men with." "Easy, " Abigal answered, "Your grandmother has about fifty of these, it's how she used to pay our utility bills." Michelle once again marvelled at how her Grandmother had thought of everything. Well, to be honest Grandma Rose hadn't given a thought to the old floral uniforms the girls used to wear. And apparently she never once though about raising prices out into the twentith century. And come to think of it she hadn't even worked out a plan to get any money at all but she sure knew how to pay her bills. Michelle reached a hand up and gripped Greg's helpless cock. She smiled and said "You see Mr. Foreman sir, just nod your head yes, sign the papers, and you can go on your way. It's that easy, and of course you get some young brothel ass to go with it." She stroked his cock a few times to puncuate her sentence and was dissappointed when he shook his head no. She let go of his cock and pulled a pubic hair in one swift motion. His bouncing body brought a bigger smile to her face. "Fine then, " she warned, "Let's see how long you last when Helga starts using some of her dungeon stuff." With that last jibe, Michelle turned and ushered Abigail up the stairs on account that this would affect Abigail's delicate senses. Abigal set the contract that he had to sign on a bench and left. Helga locked the door behind behind and returned to his side. Michelle sat down across from him and opened a can of soda and watched the show. His fear began to escalate when Helga picked up a large red paddle. The blonde vixen grabbed it by the leather grip and rubbed it's raised texture on his bare buttocks. He grabbed the rope that held him and clenched his cheeks. She continued to rub the paddle against his ass and he became more familiar with the surface that would soon be impacting his backdoor. Helga swung back....and when she wouldn't swing at him, Greg nearly came to tears as he waited for the expected blow. Then he felt the paddle touch him gently and he knew he was in for another round of torment. To his suprise, the paddle then struck him with a fury. He cried out and even through the gag he could be heard. "Oh my goodness, are you ok?" his evil tormentress asked while she hugged his waist. Greg looked down at her in suprise. Michelle was choking on her soda and before she could clear her throat enough to question Helga, the black clad Mistress had regained her composure. Helga stood beside Greg and lightly touched his ass with the paddle. She then walked away and put the paddle down for a long whip. Michelle smiled at Greg, confident he was going to get his due. Helga uncoiled the whip and let it slide over her tanned legs. She rose the whip up and let it snake around her body. Greg became aroused by her sensual motions while at the same time becoming terrified at the thought of her using it on him. His fears became sheer terror as she brought the whip over her head, placed her foot towards him, and let fly with fifteen feet of leather. She totally missed him and managed to loose a lock of her dyed hair as well as clip her ear. The scream Helga let out startled Greg and Michelle to the point that they were able not to laugh at her. Helga dropped the whip and stomped over to her toy table, her eyes daring Michelle to comment. She selected small black pouch and walked over to Greg, confidence flashing on her face. She gripped his cock and stroked it a few times to harden it. Then she strapped the bag over his cock and over his balls, fastening him down securely. She stepped back to admire her handywork and frowned. Michelle got up to take a look and was wondering why the cock was squeezed into a little bag while the balls were just hanging there, peeking out of a large hole. Michelle was about to comment when Helga swore and tore the upside down cockbag off and threw it across the room. Greg's construction muscle was limp and small from the treatment. Michelle felt a moment of pity and waited for Helga to go back to her toy table. While Helga was selecting a new toy of pain, Michelle wrapped her ruby lipstick lips around Greg's handytool and sucked softly. Her mouth left him as soon as he hardened and Greg was considering that this was the nicest time he had ever had while tied up. Helga was holding a purple metal rod. She returned to Greg and pushed Michelle away from her submissive victim. Greg bit down on his ballgag to ease whatever pain was to come. Michelle was going to say something to Helga but that push had pissed her off. "This is known as a Violet wand," Helga held the toy up to Greg, "it can deliver an electric charge that can be stimulatating...or unbearable." Greg responded with a murmur. Helga touched the tip against his balls, noting his cock sink with anticipated fear. She flipped the switch, jerked around as the wand buzzed and then passed out. Michelle kicked the buzzing sextoy away. "I thought she was holding it at the wrong end." Greg made head motions for Michelle and she took his gag off. Greg opened and closed his jaw to exercise it and frowned when he saw Michelle had the contract papers ready for him. Michelle's face made a scowl and reached for a paddle when Greg decided to try something. "You know it's been a fantasy of mine to be tied up like this." he lied. "Oh really?" perked Michelle. "I knew we could seduce you eventually." Greg realized this would never work but tried anyway. "After being umm dominated, the two gorgeous women let me down and we all have sex." Michelle said "Cool" and started releasing him. As a shocked Greg stepped down from his restraints, Michelle began waking up Helga. Helga stirred from and blushed several shades as she looked up at Michelle. "Helga, how many times have you done this actually?" asked Michelle. "This was my first time." answered Helga quietly. "I was an out of work biker chick who crashed my bike near the brothel. When I went to the house to ask for help, your grandmother thought I was a girl scout leader and hired me on the spot. I was too glad to get a job to argue with her." "How come no one ever found out?" "Easy, guys took one look at me, kissed up a little and would then go upstairs with someone else. This is the first time someone has come downstairs." "If it's all the same to you two," spoke Greg, "I promise not to tell anyone." Michelle said "You know what I always do after an embarrassing situation? Have sex, it's great for those awkard moments." Greg agreed because he was already nude and it's best for kidnap victims not to argue. Helga agreed because she was hoping that sex might wipe out Michelle's memory of her real nature. Michelle agreed to herself because she was very horny and hadn't had sex in at least four hours. It also had something to do with the video camera she had running in the corner. She figured that even though Greg wasn't going to be barking like a dog, she could still use a tape of him in a threesome as blackmail. Michelle led Greg by his cock and brought him to the waterbed. Helga swept the chains off the bed and climbed in with them. Greg pulled Michelle's flimsy excuse for a bikini top off and aimed his mouth for her tanned silver dollar size nipples. The silicon moved underneath his tongue as he flicked her ever stiff nipples. Greg pushed Michelle down to her back and parted her legs with his thighs. Well, he thought he was parting Michelle's legs but in fact Michelle's legs pretty much part on their own. At this moment, a black clad shadowy firgure stepped through the basement window and hid behind a group of boxes. You could tell she was female by her bosom which ruined any chance of her being discreet. Her sparkling asian eyes peeked from her mask while her gorgeous black hair fell around her shoulders, oblivious to any common sense regarding hair buns on Ninjas. She cursed as she saw that her target was at the bottom of a squirming pile. A razor sharp metal pointy thing was in her hand, ready for the first clean shot on the yound brothel madam. However, since she was here, she might as well masturbate while she waited. She slipped a gloved hand into her tights and began fingering her slit in the darkness. Helga was behind Greg, gripping his firm buttocks with her blood red fingernails. His granite ass resisted her hardest squueze and she moaned with approval. Helga wrapped her hands around his muscular thews and kissed the bottom of his back. Her spiked collar pricked him and Greg began squirming under the needle points on his back. Michelle reacted to his squirming by wrapping her arms around his head and burying him into her silicone quicksand chest. Greg fell on top of Michelle, Helga right on top of him. Michelle reached under her with uncanny precision and hand fed his cock into her pussy. His thick manhood was sucked in with expert internal mucsles and gripped with Michelle's pent-up four hour frustration. Helga climbed up on his back and straddled him facing his ass. She tore her shiny black bikini bottom off and rubbed her moist secret place on his bare skin. She slapped Greg's ass with an appreciative spank and was rewarded with Michelle's groans as Greg's cock was driven deeper by her spank. Helga's spanks also served to cover the Ninja's moans as she came to orgasm in the corner. Helga was turned on by her first intercourse spanking so she continued. She slapped Greg's admirable ass with her barehand one blow after another. She used her other hand to masturbate herself, her dominatrix juices flowing onto his ass. Greg burst free from Michelle's deathtrap tits and cried out into Michelle's face. Greg's cock pounded deeper into Michelle, each spank sending his balls slapping into Michelle's wet sex and each spank sending a special spark of motion into Michelle's deepest regions. Michelle orgasmed with a mighty buckling that threw both Greg and Helga off of her. The tired brothel madam then fingered herself to eight more orgasms. The assasin in the corner saw her chance but was so close to orgasm herlsef. She rubbed herself faster, the sight of the orhy speeding her into another orgasm. When her eyes uncrossed and her blood stopped pounding in her ear, Greg was blocking her shot so she waited some. She also took the oppurtunity rub her nipples since she couldn't kill her just yet. Greg stood up, his cock burning with need and his ass burning with spanks. Helga had hit her head on a wooden stockade when Michelle had thrown her off. Trying to clear her head, she was unprepared for Greg grabbing a spare set of handcuffs and cuffing her wrists behind her back. Greg tossed her face down on the bed and seprated her unresisting legs. He was about to pump his throbbing handytool into her pussy when he decided he wanted to do a little ass spanking of his own. He needed to use lubrication but figured that Michelle's coating of secret sauce would do. In any other situation, unlubricating would cause abrasions, screaming, and a wilting of sexual energy but luckily Michelle hadn't had it in four hours and was wet enough to lubricate a diesel engine. He opened her ass with his thumbs and placed his cock at her hole. Helga was immediatly aware of what was about to happen and let loose a mighty scream of protest. Michelle, stirred from her afterglow and decided to watch this new development. Greg's cock sunk deeper into Helga's ass, each inch awakening her sense's towards her vulnerable place. She felt her whole body was now centered on Greg's cock going deeper inside her. She reached out and grabbed a weapon that was lying on the bed and began flailing his thighs with it. Unfortunatly, it was the Nerf paddle she had grabbed and it was only serving to turn Greg on more. Greg began pumping her ass harder, each motion sending shockwaves from within her. Michelle rose and straddled Helga's back, her sex leaving a wet slick behind her. Her knees to either side of Helga and her hands pushing down with too much pressure on the blond woman's already tortured ass, Michelle flicked her tongue out at Greg's nipples. Michelle's eyes looked up at Greg while her tongue teased and coaxed his nipples. The shadowy Ninja saw her chance, pulling her hand out of her tights, she gripped the shiny shuriken and aimed carefully. Still breathing hard from her orgasms, she let go with a perfect toss. Sadly, the shuriken was unbalanced by her slippery juices on the blade, and it sunk harmlessly in the bedpost. Helga looked up and saw the quivering metal but was prevented from saying anything when Greg increased his furious pumping into her ass. Greg felt his cock throbbing and decided to pull out. One thing Greg learned from porn movies, women love to be cum on. Greg wasn't sure why, but who was he to argue? He pulled his flesh hammer out and drilled his fluid onto Helga's ass and Michelle's chest. Then realizing where his cock had been, Greg went off to search for a waterpick. Helga tried crawling away but Michelle stopped her by grabbing the victimized dominatrix's hair. Michelle untied Helga's top to reveal her pirced nipples, stiff and ready despite the abuse she has survived. Michelle pushed her onto her back and selected a large paddle that may have once been a tennis racket. Michelle smiled wickedly. "Helga, open wide" she cooed. She also looped a finger around a nipple ring and tugged in order to get her attention. Helga cried out in pain and pure sexual frustration as she spread her legs out for Michelle. Her tormentress tossed the paddle in the air, grabbed it by it's business end and slide the handle into Helga. The handle dissappeared within her and her back arched as the first of sixteen orgasms racked her body. Michelle held onto her by twisting the nipple ring, keeping her from moving too far away with her bed shaking pleasure. Meanwhile the Ninja was totally pissed (although also totally satisfied) that she had used her one shuriken so she sneaked back out the window. Greg came back, his cock soaking in a pitcher of water. He was trying not to think of the health complications he might go through. That's when Michelle decided to blackmail him. "Well now," Michelle began, " you see that camera over there Mr Foreman? It recorded the whole thing so now I guess you'll help us in order to keep your reputation intact." Michelle beamed as the trap closed in on him. "This camera?" he asked. Greg walked over to it, popped the tape out and stepped on it. The loud cracking noise dashing Michelle's hopes. Years later, when Michelle's life story becomes a TV-movie for Fox, thousands of teachers, housewives, snobbish schoolgirls and other blackmail sex slaves will kick their tattoed butts for not thinking of that one themselves. Michelle jumped up, forgetting Helga's nipple ring was still around her finger. Helga followed on her knees, her tit leading the way. "Now what will I do?" whined Michelle who thought crying was her only option left. "You don't need a whole construction crew" Greg said. "All you really need is some paint and a little cleaning up. Since my guys are being paid while we wait for Mr Yugokumach to buy this place, I'll let them help you paint." Michelle cheered and thankfully Helga managed to slip her nipple ring off before Michelle started clapping. While Greg started to get dressed so he could wash in some turpentine, Michelle ran upstairs in the nude to tell the others what they were going to do. She found the girls rooting through Grandma Rose's belongings. The girls were throwing away useless stuff while fighting over the valubles which consisted of multi-speed vibrators and posters of Sean Connery. "What's that you're throwing away?" asked Michelle. Michelle' best freind and favorite oral sex partner examined the papers in her hand before answering. "Just some stock in some company called Microsoft." All the girls laughed at such a name. "Sounds like my History teacher's dick" giggled Heather as she disposed of the stock papers. "Is the foreman guy going to let us use his company to fix up the place?" asked Cindy. Cindy's mind was unusually on track because she had discovered most of her favorite toys had been hiding in Grandma Rose's room. All the stress that came with thinking that her toys were disintegrated from her repeated usage had finally left her troubled soul. "Everythings's ok with that. He's going to lend us some paint and his guys will work on it till we loose the mortgage to Mr. Yugokumach. "Wow," answered Abagail. "That's a cool Duex es Machina" Luckily for Abagail none of the girls knew what she said, besides everyone's attention was drawn to Michelle pulling out a photo from the pile of Grandma Rose's underwear. "Hey wait a minute, is this who I think it is?" asked a stunned Michelle pulling out a photo. The gals gather around to see the autographed photo of a blond twenty-five year old man dressed as a teenager. He had a smirk that came from too many 80's movies and his hair was more meticulious than even Michelle's. They reconized him from a popular television show aimed at twelve year olds which meant the girls still watched the show everyday twice a day in syndication. "Holy shit!" exclaimed Heather, "It even has a phone number scribbled in." "This is perfect," Michelle said. "We can call this number and see if he's willing to come to our grand opening. Men love celebrities and this is just the extra pull we need to bring people in. Abigail was doubtful. "Why would guys care if we have a gourgeous blonde television star? Wouldn't they rather see one of the bimbos that was on the show?" "Shut the fuck up Abagail! I want this guy at my brothel and you can't talk me out of it!" replied Michelle. "In fact, I'm going to call him right now, I have a feeling this is going to be the best brothel opening ever!" Continued in Bikini Brothel 5 -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |