Then after a while the door opened and Josie came in. She held a big hatbox with one arm and the electric prod with her free hand. She smiled at Zelda.
"Time to get you dolled up, honey. You've got to meet someone."
Zelda asked who it was. She tried to get some information out of Josie, but the brunette only smiled and said wait and see. "Just do as you're told when you get down there," Josie said. "If you make any trouble, you'll be sorry."
Then Josie opened the hatbox and dumped the contents out on the bed. Zelda stared at the stuff. It took her awhile before she realized what it was. She had seen some of these things in magazines. Chains and leather restraints and a black ball-gag and some other things. Bondage gear. And a few pieces of lingerie and a pair of high-heeled pumps. Zelda trembled.
"You can't put me in those things," she said. Josie snickered. "Of course I can. Or maybe you want this prod up your cunt. You haven't felt it inside yet. You get a few jolts of this thing in that pretty cunt of yours and maybe your guts will get ripped out. How about that? Would you like to try it?"
"I hate you!"
"I hate you too, honey, I really do. Now stand still while I get you looking interesting for our friend down there."
Zelda was helpless as Josie dressed her. First a leather belt, then Zelda's hands behind her back in a pair of restraining cuffs attached to the belt. Then a studded leather collar around Zelda's neck and a long dog-chain attached to a D-ring in the collar. Then the ball-gag, Zelda's mouth opening wide to take it. Josie carefully adjusted the strap of the gag to make it tight. After that the black lingerie. A peek-a-boo bra that left most of Zelda's tits completely bare. Then a thin black garterbelt followed by opera length, black nylons and the high-heeled black pumps.
"You look delicious," Josie said. "Now the clips and we're all done."
Zelda trembled at the sight of the clips. In a few moments she had a clip attached to each nipple and one on each cunt-lip. All four clips were connected by thin gold chains.
Josie smiled at her handiwork. She touched one of the nipple-clips.
"These things are ingenious. They don't bite unless they're pulled. Like this."
Suddenly a sharp searing pain tore through Zelda's right nipple as Josie pulled the clip. She moaned through the ball-gag. Josie laughed.
"And down there, too," Josie said. "Be careful you don't get the chains caught on something. You'll tear your pussy apart."
Zelda was paralyzed with apprehension. She had seen pictures of women dressed in bondage gear. She had always wondered what it would be like to have one of those women as her slave. Now here she was a slave herself. And Josie wasn't kidding about the clips. They could tear her flesh apart.
Josie finally took the dog-leash in her hand and led Zelda out of the room. Zelda walked carefully. She was afraid she would trip because of the high heels. She felt like a pet animal being led to a show. She prayed nothing would happen to make her fall. She was afraid the clips would hurt her. And the ball-gag made her miserable. She'd had it in her mouth only a few minutes and already her jaws were hurting.
When they were downstairs, Josie took Zelda to the living room, and there for the first time Zelda saw the mysterious guest.
He was a middle-aged man, distinguished looking, with gray hair at his temples and a nice suntan. He looked prosperous. He looked like a man who was used to having things his way. His penetrating eyes gazed at Zelda without a spark of emotion.
"So here we are," he said.
"Her name is Zelda," Josie said.
"Mr. Bronson. Do a turn, Zelda. Let Mr. Bronson see what you look like."
Zelda had to do a complete turn. She was mortified. She was almost naked in the presence of a complete stranger. She was used to Josie and Malcolm seeing her naked, but this man was new. And he was so distinguished looking. Somehow that made it worse. Under normal circumstances, he might be a man she would know socially. Here she was naked while the others were dressed. Her tits and pussy and ass were completely exposed. And the peek-a-boo bra made her tits look obscene. The way they protruded out of the cups of the bra like two ripe melons, her fat nipples swollen and clipped.
As if reading her mind, Bronson said: "Her tits are nice."
Josie nodded. "And what about her ass, Mr. Bronson. Look at this ass." Josie ran her hand over Zelda's ass to show Bronson the high curve. "Malcolm calls it high and hot."
"She's been around the track a few times," Bronson said.
"But she's as tight as a virgin. Isn't that true, Malcolm?"
"You bet," Malcolm said.
Zelda wanted to go out. She couldn't believe what was going on. She felt like she was on an auction block. Except in this case Bronson was the only bidder. Dear God, help me, she thought.
Bronson studied her. He walked around her. His face remained completely impassive. Like a buyer sizing up an expensive purchase. Then he touched her. He extended his hand and ran his fingers over one of her tits. His fingertips moved lightly over her tit-globe, underneath and on top. Then he touched the nipple-clip. He wiggled the clip back and forth.
"Yes, I like her," he said. He dropped his hand to her belly and then further down to her cunt. He looked straight into her eyes as he pushed two fingers between her cunt-lips and then inside her cunt-hole. He speared her. He pushed his fingers deep inside her cunt-channel and wiggled them around.
Abruptly the fingers came out of her cunt and he stepped back. He pulled a large white handkerchief out of the inside pocket of his jacket and wiped his hand.
"I want a few minutes with her," he said.
Josie nodded. "That's fine, Mr. Bronson. You take all the time you want."
Josie and Malcolm left the room and closed the door behind them. Bronson touched one of Zelda's tits again, and then his hand moved to the ball-gag and he pulled the ball out of Zelda's mouth.
"Zelda what?" he said. "What's your last name?"
Zelda worked her jaws to get the stiffness out. "Zelda Reed. Please help me. They've kidnapped me."
His hand was at her tits again. "I'm going to buy you."
"You won't help me?"
He shrugged. "Help has many meanings. I think you'll be better off with me. This place is a filthy hole."
Zelda kept her head high. "I won't be a prisoner. I won't go anywhere."
For the fir at time, Bronson showed some emotion. His mouth widened in a thin smile. "If I buy you, you'll go wherever I want you to. And if I don't buy you, I think those two animals will quickly make you wish you weren't born. I suppose that means I'm helping you. Isn't that true?"
Zelda's heart sank. She was determined not to cry.
"Do what you want," she said.
Bronson seemed amused again. He opened his suit jacket. Then he unzipped his fly, fished inside for his cock and brought it out. His prick thickened between his fingers. He pulled his foreskin back to expose his cockhead.
"Suck me off," he said. "With your hands behind your back like that, it may take some skill. Let's find out how skillful you are."
She knew it was hopeless. He was right about the danger of his rejection of her. Josie and Malcolm had planned all along to sell her to him, and they would be furious with her if he refused to buy her. They might even kill her. Her best hope now was to get out of this house. Her best hope was to please Bronson so that he would agree to buy her.
She went down on her knees. His cock had stiffened considerably by now. He had a meaty prick, the knob plump and dark pink, his pisshole already dribbling a bit of juice. She ran her tongue over the tip of his prick and then took his cock-knob in her mouth and started sucking.