'Taxing Times 2' by Ed Edas
The second stage of Elaine Salvage's journey from high flying Tax Inspector to subjugated and willing sex slave. Billionaire Keith field and his family and team of sadistic employees continue in their task of training the beautiful blonde young woman in further and deeper trials of sexual degradation, humiliation and servitude. She is also joined by two other unwilling female sex partners as Chardonnay and Stephanie are also taken by Keith and his team.
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EXCERPT
Chardonnay felt the shower door open behind her followed by the unmistakable feel of the hard points of two nipples boring into her back as their owner slid her hands up Chardonnay’s flanks grasped her breasts one in each hand and pulled her back against their own warm silky skin. The warm water cascaded over both of them as her molester spoke into her ear.
“Char, do you want me to soap you all over? I could start with these”, the hands squeezed her breasts, “and then move down to do this bit front and back.”
Chardonnay let out an involuntary moan as the knowing questing hands slid down her wet skin to her groin. She wriggled and turned to look into the sparkling brown eyes of her flat mate and lover Stephanie.
“Steffie stop it, we’ve only got an hour and the Limo’s going to be here, you’ve not had a shower yet.”
The hands again slithered over Chardonnay’s body, touching, squeezing, teasing.
“Yes lover but if we do this my way we can have a shower together.”
Chardonnay found herself being pushed back under the spray, Stephanie’s lips closed on hers stifling her protests. A hand slipped between her thighs, two fingers quickly slid along the length of her labia before penetrating her sex. She moaned into Stephanie’s mouth and then sent her own hands on a mission to bring matching lust and pleasure to her lover.
An hour later two freshly made up. showered, scented young women smiled and said hello to the powerfully built man who held open the door of a stretched limousine for them. He regarded both of them with a smile. It was difficult not to smile at such feminine beauty especially when it was clad in a dress that was purely designed for the way in which it enhanced rather than covered the female form over which it was so artfully draped. As the car drew smoothly away from the kerb Chardonnay leant forward and poured two glasses of champagne from the bottle arranged in a cooler stood on the top of the on board bar. She handed one to Stephanie and raised her own.
“Here’s to a great night and a reality TV producer if we’re lucky. Do you think if we both shag him and do a bit of a lezzie act we might get lucky?” “Could be daalin’ but anyway it won’t be all bad if we don’t, he’s quite a hunk. I hear he’s hung like a donkey and I don’t mind making out with you in front of a small audience.”
She gave a deep sultry laugh that went well with her Latin complexion.
“Mind you come to think of it I wouldn’t mind giving him up the front there a go. Bit old perhaps but still a hunk. Did you see that bum and the way that suit hugged his shoulders? If his cock’s as big as the rest of him it’d bring tears to your eyes.” They both giggled and then sipped their champagne blithely unaware that the old ‘hunk’ with the great bum and powerful shoulders was about to bring tears to their eyes. His name was Keith Field he was a multi millionaire possibly a billionaire and he was driving the limousine through London’s West End towards the rendezvous for their life of sexual slavery. They didn’t know that via his Bluetooth headset he could hear every word they said behind the glass panel separating their luxurious compartment from him, the driver. He watched the road ahead; they were coming up to a pedestrian crossing. As he slowed to a stop a large man dressed in full length traditional Arab clothing stepped off the pavement and walked towards the central reservation. He was wearing a black bisht, as he moved the white fabric of the ankle length dishdasha showed at his ankles, his head was covered with a keffiyeh held in place with a band of fabric, which Keith knew was called an agal. The man, who wore dark glasses, turned and waved to a similarly dressed large man who he had left behind on the pavement. Keith heard a voice in his head phone.
“Ready boss.”
He eased the big car forwards very gently and as he did so the man on his left stepped off the pavement and opened the rear left hand car door, the man on the central reservation pulled open the right hand door and both men lunged into the car pulling the doors shut behind them. Passers by might have thought they heard a startled scream but the car moved sedately away gathering speed as Keith punched the button locking the rear doors. The tinted glass concealed events taking place within the car, events watched by Keith as his eyes flicked repeatedly from road to rear view mirror. Women’s screams and harsh male voices were faithfully relayed by his headset. He grinned and began to get an erection.
The two men were on their knees in the back of the limousine, each had a large powerful hand clamped on the throat of a terrified young woman and as both women made futile attempts to dislodge the choking grip both free hands came up, took a firm grip on the so cleverly designed décolletage and ripped. The screams intensified and then tapered away to choking gasps as both men tightened their vice like grip on delicate throats. The ripped clothing fell away to reveal two completely naked gloriously curvaceous young female bodies. Naked that is apart from the hold up stocking worn by each of them. Both women tried feebly to kick their assailants but the men stopped that by simply moving forwards until they were between slim feminine thighs. One man turned to the other.
“This dirty little slut’s not wearing a bra or knickers Alan.”
“This one’s the same Bob, right couple of little scrubbers I reckon.”
“Do you think we’ll catch anything when we shag ‘em.”
“Wouldn’t worry about it, we can clean up when we get to the house.”
At the mention of the word ‘shag’ both women renewed their feeble efforts to get free only to be rewarded with a series of open handed slaps delivered forcefully across both breasts. Strangled screams and pleas for mercy were followed by floods of tears. Alan moved his hand up and forced Stephanie’s head back until the terrified girl was looking at him through tear filled eyes. Merciless, he slapped her breasts again reveling in the sight of the two shapely mounds as they bounced back and forth under the blows.
“Lift your legs up, spread ‘em wide and hold them up with your hands behind your knees, or we‘ll slap these lovely titties until they are black and blue.”