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Lisa, My Uncle's Maid by Taoman  

LISA, MY UNCLE'S MAID 04/10 by Taoman 

Lisa, My Uncle's Maid copyright @2001 Taoman. The right of Taoman
to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in
accordance with Section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights and Patents
Act 1988

The following material is intended for adults only

Previous chapters can be located at storiesonline.net a free
non-commercial site. Big thanks for editorial assistance from
Bill Morgan


Chapter Four

Earlier that day, during my exploration of the penthouse, I had
made a useful discovery immediately off the great room. My uncle
had a very eccentric taste in artifacts. The room was furnished
with an odd array of torture instruments including several crude
medieval curiosities.  There was a massive wooden stock, a rack,
whips, chains and a wide range of paddles. But, evidently my
uncle was a collector with an eye for the practical and working
tool. One intricate device had interested me in particular and I
had familiarized myself with its functions. It's ingenious design
and practical purpose had fascinated me.

It was toward this machine that I dragged my struggling naked
captive. She was a handful of hotly aroused female. I was very
impressed with her furious strength. She had gained her feet and
lunged into me, pummeling my back with her fists. I twisted her
hair and pulled her forward and to her knees. She rose again,
screaming obscenities in a combination of Italian and English. I
caught a flying fist by the wrist and slapped it into an awaiting
cuff, dangling from an overhead hoist. She seemed to have
previous experience with this device and she immediately
redoubled her efforts to be free.

Lisa fumbled with the cuff's lock and screamed, "I do not want
this!"

I promptly began to crank the hoist taking up the slack from the
chain and pulling her to her tiptoes. She frantically tugged at
the cuff as she teetered awkwardly. I continued to crank and
raise her till she was suspended from the floor. She flailed her
legs impotently for a moment then stopped to hang spinning,
suspended by one arm. As she spun her glaring eyes shifted as she
tracked me. 

Then she performed a remarkable acrobatic feat. She pulled her
torso up and over her head and wrapped one leg around the chain.
Upside down she used her free hand in a renewed effort to free
herself from the cuff.  I clicked the other cuff on that free arm
at an opportune moment, while barely avoiding her snapping teeth.
  I then cranked the corresponding hoist pulling her newly
captured arm upward. She had continued to scratch at the first
cuff till it was out of her reach. Then with another curse she
unwrapped her leg and lowered herself. I used the lift to balance
her so she now swung freely from her two wrists. She was hanging
suspended inches from the floor. She stopped all her struggles
realizing that it only displayed her naked charms to me in a very
provocative manner. She shook her head throwing her full mane of
hair away from her face and spit at me. She couldn't control her
full bosom from rising and falling as she caught her breath from
her wild exertions.

Standing back very aware of the kicking potential of those
shapely legs I addressed my sensual prisoner. Looking straight
into those deep green and very angry eyes I told her, "I am your
Master. You will call me Master. You will obey me." 

She curled her lips contemptuously.  "I will NOT!" she snarled at
me. "You are not MAN enough to be my master!"

I picked up a large wooden paddle from a nearby table. I walked
behind her. She immediately began to twist and turn attempting to
prevent my obvious use of the instrument on her body. She began
screaming, "NO, NO, NO!"

Patiently I waited till her movement slowed and I had a clear
shot at her exposed bottom.  I took a full swing and with a
resounding SMACK caught both of those firm cheeks. The tenor of
her new scream changed to a throaty wail and she curled her legs
up so she was a tight ball. I again admired her gymnastic
ability. With wide-eyed shock and fear she looked over her
shoulder at me. I smiled at her.  She was realizing that my
youthful appearance belied a truly sadistic nature.

I had played varsity baseball at school and my next swing would
have been a homerun.
 There was a resounding SMACK and a corresponding full-throated
scream from Lisa. She lifted and jerked herself about like a
beautiful naked dancing marionette. Her wails turned into a
pitiful sobbing cry. I aligned my stance as if facing a pitcher
and delivered three more resounding blows. She exhausted herself
with anguished but restrained reaction to the pain. Her exertions
had weakened her and ultimately she went limp to hang swinging
slowly with her head bowed.

I paused and then took one more full swing on now fully presented
ass. She again arched away from the pain howling in a most
satisfactory manner.  I noticed a bright redness now shone on the
cheeks of her abused bottom through the natural Mediterranean
darkness of her skin. I walked in front of her and gently lifted
her chin to look into her teary eyes. "Have you had enough,
little one?" I asked her.

"Please no more... please!" She would not look me in the eyes.
"It hurts so terribly!"

I smiled in triumph.  Crouching down I pulled up the two
floor-mounted restraints and snapped them on her ankles despite
murmured protests and feeble attempts to struggle. Using the
pulleys I adjusted the chains so her arms and legs stretched
outward forming a suspended X. I stood in front of her and
admired my handiwork. Her head drooped and her hair obscured her
face. I unfastened, dropped and kicked aside my loose breeches. 
Reaching behind her I cupped her warm spanked ass in my hands. I
pulled her against me so my now aroused penis was pressed against
her cervix. I could feel the tickle of her pubis and the warmth
of her cleft.  Her full heavy breasts were mashed against my
chest. Her head slowly came up until our faces were inches from
the others. I reached up to brush the hair from her face. My
arousal was an unspoken truth between us. I kissed her mouth in
demanding fashion and she twisted her face away. I squeezed her
tortured ass hard and she gasped. I again kissed her open mouth.

She said something unintelligible against my lips, which I
assumed, was another protest. I stood back. She was watching me
closely. I saw her eyes drop down to my erection, and then
quickly shift away.  She closed her eyes and bowed her head with
her hair again falling about her face.

"Soon, little slave, girl you will be kissing your Master's
cock," I said. "You love having a man's big cock in your mouth,
don't you?"

Never raising her head I heard a low "No" and she shook her head
negatively. "That is not what my uncle said," I replied
teasingly. 
 
Her eyes came up and I could tell this worried her. My uncle,
ever the consummate gentleman, would never say such a thing. But
Lisa's brief questioning look convinced me that I had struck a
nerve. I smiled at her. "And you will lick and swallow every drop
of sperm from my cock," I told her emphasizing "cock" when I said
it. I think she knew enough slang English to understand.

She lowered her eyes to avoid my mocking sneer.
 
Earlier I had noticed the strategically located screw divot in
the floor and the nearby matching attachment. It was a large
wooden T that screwed into the floor. The cross bar could be
adjusted so it just creased the hanging girl's abdomen. By
adjusting the suspending chains I shortly had Lisa in the
position I desired.

She was bent forward with her ass sticking out in a most inviting
manner. Her legs were splayed outward and forward. She was
squirming uncomfortably. Walking behind her, I laid a hand on her
up-thrust buttocks. I squeezed a firm cheek admiring her smooth
muscle tone. Then I slid my fingers down to her open thighs to
caress her exposed sex. She was not wet. 

"Your Master does not excite you? I asked as I found and gently
rolled her hooded clit between my fingers. I crouched down and
kissed her vagina. She smelled of woman and soap.  She gasped,
and a shudder ran through her. I used my thumbs to spread her
lips and I slowly lapped her slit. 

I had known a particularly free-spirited female French exchange
student at Harvard. She had introduced me to the fine art of
fellatio and cunnilingus. Proper American girls saw these acts as
great taboos. She had enthusiastically guided and encouraged me
in the performance of this act.

 Within minutes I had Lisa moaning and twitching in a heated
state. I stood and rubbed my now throbbing hard-on against her
vulva. I pushed forward. At my entry she had begun twisting in
her bonds and protesting my intrusion in a pleading tone. "No, oh
no! Please. You are too much!"

I had a general idea of how my erection compared to other men's.
Several  "experts" had told me I was gifted. My fraternity
brothers and I knew of a high priced whorehouse in the Back Bay
of Boston. After frequent trips we became known as regulars. The
women evidently shared tales and I had been breathlessly told,
"All the girls want to try you!" because of my fabled size. 

She was a tight fit. I realized that her training had given her
extraordinary muscle control. She was actually attempting to
squeeze me out of her pussy. Placing my hands on her hips I began
a slow back and forth motion pushing against the resistance. The
barrier seemed to soften and she moaned.  I pushed forward until
the full length of my penis was buried to the hilt in her. I
stopped again while still holding her tight against me.

"Damn, you are a sweet little piece," I told her. She had relaxed
and was hanging loosely in the restraints.

I reached forward and grabbed her full breasts, rolling the
engorged nipples between my fingers. 

"Your body betrays you, little one," I told her.

Using her breasts as handholds I began a slow in and out thrust
against her. She came abruptly and suddenly, crying out and
arching her back. I increased the tempo, fucking her hard.
Hanging as she was I had the ability to pull her against me as I
drove forward resulting in a satisfactory control and deep
penetration. I paused, bent my knees and slowly ground against
her pelvis. She gasped and came again.

Suddenly I noticed even within her restraints she was meeting my
thrusts by lifting her ass and meeting my stroke.

"Fuck me you little bitch... fuck me!" I ordered her.

I heard her hiss something unintelligible in Italian. She would
exhale and let out an "ah" when I drove into her.

 Feeling an almost animalistic passion come over me, I dropped
any resemblance of finesse and began a furious driving thrusting
into her exquisite silkiness. After several minutes I threw my
head back and took a deep breath fighting not to cum. Fully
joined with her I stopped, bent forward and rested my head on her
back. There was a sheen of sweat between us. I kneaded her
breasts and pinched her nipples in a demanding fashion. She
shivered and made slight protests in response to my rough
handling. 

 I again started a slow in and out motion, and then began to
drive into her hard. She arched, cried out, straining against her
clanking chains and had an orgasm.

I was beginning to fully appreciate this treasure my uncle had
found. I slowed and again stopped. We were tightly joined; our
bodies locked as I held her to me. I leaned forward till my mouth
was against her ear and whispered, "You now belong to me, Lisa. I
will fuck you as many times and as often as I want." I ran my
tongue up her ear. She shuddered beneath me and turned her head
away.

"Do you like the way your Master fucks you, Lisa?" I asked. I had
restarted a slow tempo into her. After a moment I realized she
had spread her legs outward to the limits of her restraints to
allow me maximum penetration. I picked up the pace slamming into
her. She was again matching each thrust with her limited
movements. "Oh fuck your Master, little slave. Show him how a
trained bitch can fuck" She gasped loudly and came. She writhed
in climactic ecstasy and then went limp in the chains.
 
I let go at this point. Holding her limp legs I pulled her
against me and pounded her.   An intense wave of mounting
pleasure flowed through me and I released, coming deeply in her.
After a long moment I pulled out and stood back from the slowly
swinging girl.
I walked to her head and grabbed a handful of hair. Pulling her
head up I leaned forward and kissed her. Her lips did not resist
me, but moved lightly against mine. 

Standing up I placed my now semi-flaccid cock before her face. I
brushed the head of my still oozing cock against her lips. "Clean
up your Master's cock" I said. She turned her face away leaving a
shiny trail across her lips and cheek. 

"Do it now or I WILL spank you again," I threatened.  Her head
came up and she looked up at me. I was not smiling.

Her shy tongue came out and tentatively touched the pearl of cum
beaded at the head of my penis. The drop clung to her tongue when
she licked it. A string of semen dangled from my cock to her
mouth. She looked up at me and I winked at her. She averted her
eyes, and then licked the sperm remnants from her lips.  She
swallowed.

She swiped the cock head running her tongue under and over until
the gland gleamed from her saliva. I ran my fingers possessively
through her hair. "Good girl" I told her. "Good girl" I placed
the cock head against her lips. "Look at your Master," I gently
ordered. Her eyes came up to mine. "Kiss your Master's cock,
little slave girl," I said. There was a moment's hesitation and
she dropped her eyes. "Lisa!" I said in a hard tone. Her eyes
rose to meet mine, she blinked and her head moved forward. I felt
and saw her puckered lips lightly kiss my cock in acceptance of
her new owner.  I pushed forward and Lisa took me in. She began a
slow sucking. She closed her eyes in concentration. 

My revelry was abruptly broken by a harsh voice. "You have made
my student late for her afternoon class!" I turned to see Ingrid
who had silently entered the room to fully witness my tryst with
Lisa. The German's face was twisted with fury. 

I pulled my penis from Lisa's mouth. There was a popping sound
from her sucking oval lips. My organ swung free with her saliva
dripping from its still semi-erect state. "I am done with her for
now. She has satisfied me." I responded. "She is all yours."

To Be Continued


 Instrumentation consistes of dials and gauges; I don't think
that's what you mean.
  "an unspoken knowledge  between us."  What the hell does that
mean?


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