~Subject: FANTASIA: Mrs. X and Mrs. Y  (nc, pain, torture, etc)

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                     MRS. X AND MRS. Y
                      by V.P. Viddler

    I can't tell you their names because you would recognize who it
is and such grand famous society women can't have that. Mr. Big
told them nobody would find out and nobody will. Nobody knows
anything about it, and when those fancy columns talk about them,
always with pictures, of course, for these are young, beautiful,
lovely aristocratic fashion ladies, nobody can imagine what they
did.

   What we did to them.

   So I'll call them Mrs. X and Mrs. Y. But you know them, the
young sleek fashionplates, slim, tan, smiling. Young Mrs. X and
young Mrs. Y.

   What Mr. Big did, he put Mrs. X in the living room, just sitting
there because Barry was sitting and pointing a gun at her, and Mr.
Big wanted Mrs. X to listen to what was going on in the bedroom.
Which she did.

   What was going on was Mrs. Y screaming as Mr. Big broke all of
Mrs. Y's fingers.

   Oh yes, Mrs. Y was tied down, spread eagled on the bed, stark
naked, and I was on top of her, lying on that soft body with my
cock in her cunt. And Mr. Big was standing by a corner of the bed,
holding Mrs. Y's hand, which couldn't get away on account of how
her wrist was tied to the bedpost, and Mr. Big was breaking the
fingers on that hand, one by one, slowly, pulling them back and
back, harder and harder until they wouldn't go any further, as Mrs.
Y cried and babbled and tried to talk, to say no, and then that
finger would snap as it broke and Mrs. Y would scream crazily and
that body would spasm and jump and jerk around, and each finger
going brought that fantastic motion, and it was fabulous for me.

   And Mr. Big, finishing with that hand, went to the other side
and started in on the other hand. Pull. Snap. Spasm. Scream.
Babble. Plead. Pull. Moan. Snap. Scream. Body thrashing against me.

   Fantastic.

   And after finishing with Mrs. Y's hands, Mr. Big moved again and
started in on her toes.

   It went on and on, ten more times, screaming and spasming and
snapping. Until finally I had to come in Mrs. Y's jouncing,
writhing cunt.

   That wasn't all, though. Mr. Big was mad as hell at Mrs. Y for
not doing what he told her in the first place, and he made Mrs. Y
do a lot of stuff, broken fingers and toes and all. Which Mrs. Y
did, flopping about with her agonizing useless hands and feet,
crawling and rolling and sucking Mr. Big's cock and fucking us all
and all that time screaming with pain, screaming and screaming in
agony and horror and pain.

   And this is what Mrs. X had to listen to in the living room. For
hours.

   So that when Mr. Big got to her, Mrs. X was ready to do
anything, she was so scared. Mrs. X was shaking and moaning, but
she did just what she was told.

   Mrs. X was crying as she took off her clothes for us and
displayed that soft smooth tan sensuous body. She was still crying
as she was crawling around the room on hands and knees, and sobbing
hard as she was sucking Mr. Big's cock, exactly as he told her to,
slavishly following his commands, licking, tongueing, sucking,
swallowing.

   And then Mr. Big made Mrs. X fuck us all, again and again, with
cunt and mouth and ass, and Mrs. X got on top of me and put my dick
into her pussy and bounced up and down for my pleasure. And I told
Mr. Big I would love for him to break Mrs. X's fingers as she was
fucking me and she screamed and said no no no please no and
promised all kinds of dirty things but Mr. Big did it anyway and
Mrs. X was howling and twisting and I shot and shot and shot...