For perhaps a half-hour, the light-frame over me remained unchanged. During that time, I thought about yelling for help. I rejected the idea because it was obvious that my hollering would be lost in the loud drone of the dynamo. Which was why they hadn’t bothered to gag me in the first place.
Abruptly, a picture filled the oblong of light over my head. If my eyes had been capable of any movement, I would have done a double take. It was Magda, lying horizontally on a bed! In full color!
She was wearing a pale green silk slip which just about made it to her thighs. The outline of her nipples was clear against the material. Her curly, blue-black hair was fanned out on the pillow. There was a 1ascivious smile on her cruel, sensual mouth. Her dark eyes were smoldering and her sharply defined hips were moving very slowly, back and forth on the bed.
Lazily, Magda sat up. The focus changed to show a second female approaching the bed. It was a blonde wearing short-shorts of leather, long leather gloves, net stockings, high-heeled leather boots—and nothing else. In one hand she was carrying a coiled whip!
The blonde looked to be in her mid-twenties, perhaps a year or two older than Magda. Her hair was very light in color, cropped quite short, and almost—- but not quite—frizzy. Her legs were longer than Magda’s and well-tapered, with a light layer of thigh muscles that rippled intriguingly under the net stockings without bulging. Her breasts weren’t as large, but they were rounded nicely and carried high. The cleavage was wide and the nipples were like tiny, miniature bananas arcing upwards; they were a very bright red and the aureoles around them were such a light shade of pink as to be almost invisible. Her eyes were an uncompromising blue.
Licking her lips, the blonde approached Magda on the bed. She deliberately curled the tip of the whip around one of her uptilted nipples. Her thigh muscles quivered.
Magda scrambled on the bed. She assumed a kneeling position, crouching with her head down and her hair tumbling forward. The green slip rode up over the Derriere, and it quivered nakedly, impatiently. One of the straps of the slip had fallen from her shoulder and the Breast hung free. Its purple-stained-berry nipple grazed the sheets. She peeped out from under one of her arms coyly and gasped at the sight of the blonde approaching.
The blonde stopped a couple of feet away from Magda. The whip swung back over her shoulder and then lashed out. Her nipples strained and arced even more with the movement. The tip of the whip snapped across Magda’s shimmering posterior and left a thin red welt. Magda gasped, her breasts filling sharply and then subsiding.
The whipping continued. The blonde’s aim was flawless. First she crisscrossed one blushing cheek, and then the other. After which she concentrated on the area between.
This drove the panting brunette wild. The first time the whip-tip dug into the cleft between her cheeks, she bucked and her upper torso reared up into the air. The green slip tumbled to her waist altogether and she grabbed hard at her bared, perspiring breasts as if to support herself. But she immediately went down again, thrusting out her rear as widely as she could so that the blonde wouldn’t miss the target.
Leather in a lather! The blonde didn’t miss. But after a little while she did adroitly change targets. The whiplash snapped up and under and flicked Magda’s swollen, blood-red clitty. The lips beneath it widened and trembled, dewy with lust. The whip-tip alternated between them and the clitty until the whole area was throbbing.
Magda’s head was buried in the pillow now. Her hands were clutching her breasts, tearing at the softness as if by inflicting pain on them it would somehow relieve the pain of the whip below. Her entire body was vibrating and shiny with perspiration.
The blonde ceased the whipping and re-coiled the lash. She came up behind Magda and smacked her smartly on the rump with her open hand. Magda flung herself over on her back, limbs wide apart to welcome her tormentor.
Tucking the whip into the belt of her leather short-shorts, the blonde knelt on the bed beside Magda. She snapped a fingernail against one of Magda’s erect nipples. Then her face swooped down and she bit it, none too gently. She took the whip out again and rubbed the hilt back and forth roughly between Magda’s breasts. Magda’s hands pressed the breast-flesh around it while her legs thrashed wildly with the thrill. The tough blonde now moved the whip downwards until the hilt was pressed against Magda’s mound. She took about three inches of the tip of the whip between her fingers and trailed it around and over Magda’s hard, red, pulsing clitoris. Magda bounced up and down in a mindless frenzy.
The hilt of the whip was inserted. The brunette’s eyes grew wide with fear as her tender flesh was stretched to accommodate it. But the flesh was resilient, and it swallowed up more of the length of the hilt than I would have thought possible. Magda’s fear turned to ecstasy as the blonde slowly turned the hilt in the overfilled cavity.
Abruptly, the makeshift dildo was removed. The blonde turned Magda over roughly. Now the hilt was aimed for the rear orifice.
Magda seemed to be protesting. The blonde struck her already reddened behind with the butt of the whip. But Magda clenched the cheeks tightly and finally Leather Lady gave up on trying to insert the whip-handle there. Instead, she buried her face there, lips and tongue working busily.
The girls shifted position. Now Magda was on her back again with Whip Woman crouching over her and facing her feet. She forced Magda’s legs up so that she could again burrow with her face in the cleft of the brunette’s posterior. At the same time, Magda undid the other’s belt and pulled down the leather short-shorts. Then she raised up and nibbled and licked and sucked at the wide-open and passion-slicked entrance to the blonde’s quivering vagina.
It was too damn much for me! There was no way that I could avert my eyes. My hard-on was mounting! Mounting toward the ground plate suspended over me! Mounting toward death! I had to do something to get my mind off what my eyes couldn’t help watch- mg.
I recited the multiplication table . . .
A man appeared on the overhead screen. He was large and powerful looking with a satanic face and a cruelly downcurving moustache. Chewing on it, he watched the two girls for a moment. Then he quickly took off his clothes and started for them. His lust preceded him by a good eight inches.
“Four times five is twenty . . . Four times six is twenty-four . . . Four times seven is . . .”
The brutish man grabbed the blonde by her cropped hair, flung her off the bed, and sprawled on top of Magda. The brunette’s legs shot up and locked around his neck. He plunged into her to the hilt—which was damn near as thick and long as the hilt of that Whip had been. Magda’s behind slapped against the sac of his scrotum as she rose and fell with each new lunge.
Behind them, the blonde had picked herself up and uncoiled her whip. One hand busy between her legs, she snapped the lash with the other. It cracked over the man’s hairy haunches, and then the tip curled around the area where he and Magda were joined. Again and again it flicked over that terrain. It was a cruel spur urging the couple to even greater erotic abandon.
“Six sixes are thirty-six . . . Six sevens are forty-two . . . Six eights. . .”
Leather Lady flung the whip aside and dived for the joined cores of the thrashing bodies. Her lips sucked there indiscriminately. Her tongue laved his balls and Magda’s clitty. Her teeth nibbled at the Derriere and the rnan’s bun with equal avidity.
“Eleven elevens are . . . Eleven elevens are . . . Eleven times eleven is . . .”
The hell with it! I couldn’t keep my mind on the multiplication table. Desperately, I switched to trying to name all fifty states of the United States.
“Maine . . . New Hampshire . . . Vermont . . .”