Sex Practice (22 page)

"About...
well, about coming here again, I suppose."

"And why would
you want to come back here?"

"To... to see
you and..."

"And have
sex?"

"Well, yes, if
that's OK."

"Yes, that's
OK. You can see yourself out. Oh, by the way, don't forget that I
have the photographs. I'm sure your wife wouldn't take too kindly
to your adultery, if you get my meaning."

"Yes, I get
your meaning. It won't be easy, but I'll ensure that Doctor Lickman
won't be sent a tax demand. Well, goodbye for now."

"Bye, Mr
Taxman."

Hurriedly
slipping into his consulting room as Ravenhugh walked through the
hall and left the building, Larry rubbed his chin. That might be
his tax problems sorted out, he mused, but what about Christine
Cology and Monica? They presented major problems, especially
Monica! Returning to the bondage room, wondering what the hell to
do, Larry stood by Monica and grinned.

"What are you
up to?" he asked the flushed-faced woman as he focused on her
hairless vaginal lips. "Is this how you behave the minute my back's
turned? I thought you were virtuous, wholesome and..."

"No, it's not
like that! Brigit tricked me and tied me down!"

"Larry, you're
back!" Brigit beamed, deserting her trembling prisoner and joining
him by Monica's side.

"Yes, I'm
back. What the hell's going on here?"

"Well, I've
captured Monica, as you can see, and..."

"Now that
you've taken her prisoner, what do you intend to do with her? I
don't think this is a good idea, Brigit."

"What do you
intend to do with Christine now that you've taken her prisoner?"
Brigit returned.

"All right,
we're quits. What we do now, God only knows!"

"Doctor
Lickman!" Monica bellowed, her ample breasts heaving as she
struggled to free herself. "Release me this instant or I'll..."

"She's been
making futile threats for ages!" Brigit laughed. "She's becoming
somewhat boring!"

"Monica,"
Larry smiled, running his fingers over her fleshy sex lips. "You
seem to have got yourself into a rather difficult predicament. What
I suggest we do is..."

"And I suggest
that you release..."

"You're in no
position to suggest anything, Monica! Now, listen to me. Brigit has
dealt with the taxman admirably. Fullcrack and Venereal... well, I
have plans for them. That leaves you and Christine, does it not?
Christine won't be a problem because she'll not be able to prove a
thing."

"Yes, I will!"
the girl called.

"Christine,
you have no proof whatsoever, so shut up!" Brigit returned. "Unless
you want me to sit on your face and bring myself off in your
mouth!"

"That just
leaves you, Monica," Larry smiled, slipping his finger into the
heat of the woman's accommodating vaginal cavern. "As I was saying,
what I suggest is this. You have no proof, apart from your shaved
fanny, but that's circumcisional because you could have quite
easily shaved yourself. You can't prove that Brigit stole your
vulval curls. So, what I'm going to do is keep you here as my
prisoner..."

"You can't do
that!" Monica returned, squirming as Larry slipped another finger
into her long-neglected cunt.

"All right,
what would you suggest, then?"

"Let me go!
You have no choice!"

"What, and
have you go running to the police as you did before?"

"No, no I'll
keep quiet, I promise you."

"Promises are
made to be broken, Monica, as are marriage vows, the vows that nuns
make... an old crumbly as you are, I'm sure I'll be able to sell
you for sex. Yes, if I cover your ugly face with a piece of old
sacking, I'm sure..."

"Doctor
Lickman, unless you untie me..."

"Shit,
someone's in reception!" Larry gasped, pressing the button and
concealing Christine's tethered body. "Quickly, Brigit, get out
there and deal with it! We'll continue our chat later, Monica,"
Larry whispered, leaving the room.

Locking the
door as Brigit raced down the hall, Larry composed himself and
entered his consulting room, wondering what other problems the day
would throw at him. Lifting the ringing phone as he sat on the edge
of his desk, he asked Brigit what was going on.

"It's Gina
Cology!" the girl whispered excitably. "She wants to see you!"

"OK, OK send
her along."

"But what
about..."

"I'll deal
with Gina, Brigit, have no fear of that! When you've shown her in,
bring me a length of rope and a pair of handcuffs."

"A pair of
handcuffs?"

"Yes, you do
know what handcuffs are, don't you?"

"Well, yes,
but..."

"Just do it,
Brigit."

What the hell Larry planned to do, he had no idea, but seeing
as he already had two prisoners, he decided that a third wouldn't
really make much difference.
Might as well
be hung for a lamb as a sheep
. Taking a
deep breath as female voices emanated from the hall, he
straightened his tie and donned a huge grin.

"Gina!" he
greeted the woman as she stormed into the room. "How insufferable
it is to see you again. As I hadn't heard from you for a while, I'd
hoped you'd met with a gruesome death! It really is horrible to see
you again!"

"Likewise, I'm
sure!" she spat, standing before Larry with her arms folded. "I
want to know where my daughter is!"

"Where did you
leave her?"

"Don't play
games with me! I want to know where you're keeping Christine!"

"Keeping her?
I'm sorry, I don't understand."

"She came here
and... what have you done with her?"

"She came
here? What, she had an orgasm, here, in my insulting room?"

"Don't be
ridiculous! She came here to see you and..."

"When did this
alleged visitation take place?"

"You know very
well when! She came here dressed as a nun and..."

"There you
are, then. She's obviously found God, and I wouldn't mind betting
that you'll find her praying in the nearest cuntery... I mean,
nunnery. I'll check Yellow Pages. What would it be under?
Nunneries, I suppose."

"Don't be so
stupid!"

"It could be
under nuns or mother superiors or God-fearing virgins or... I
wonder whether it's listed under cunts?"

"OK, you win.
I'll give you the photographs if you..."

"If I what,
Gina? Give you a damned good seeing to, perhaps? How would you like
me to spunk up your arse?"

"My God,
you're crude!"

"Oh, thank
you. Crudity is a speciality of mine. Would you like to hear some
more?"

"No, I would
not!"

"I'd love to
fuck your arse and then suck my sperm out of your bum-hole,
Gina."

"I'm not
listening!"

"I'd love to
shave your cunt and bring you off with a marrow. Do you reckon I
could force a marrow up your cunt?"

"Larry, please
tell me where my daughter is!"

"Oh, it's
Larry now, is it? Well, I must say, Gina, you've changed your tune
a bit! Are you yearning for my cock?"

"Of course I'm
not, you stupid man!"

"Aren't you in
love with me? I'd have thought you'd beg me to fuck you
senseless."

"Beg you to...
this is serious! You can't abduct girls!"

"Who said I
had? Prove it, Gina, prove that I have your daughter locked away
somewhere. Prove that I've tied her naked body down and fucked her
tight cunt."

"If you've..."
Her words tailing off as Brigit entered the room, Gina turned to
face the girl, her eyes transfixed on the handcuffs and rope.

As if resigning herself to the fact that she, too, was to
become Larry's prisoner, Gina did nothing to resist as Brigit
lifted her arms and cuffed her wrists. Presuming that Gina had
allowed Brigit to take her prisoner in the hope that she'd be taken
to her daughter, Larry rubbed his chin, eyeing the woman's slender
body, her cuffed hands clasped as if to protect her vaginal
orifice.
I wonder whether she as good a
fuck as Christine
. Ordering Brigit to tie
one end of the rope to the handcuffs, Larry moved to the
door.

"OK, this
way!" he said, leaving the room and walking down the hall to the
bondage room. "Right, Gina, I'm going to allow you to see your
precious daughter. If you'd be so good as to follow me," he
grinned, grabbing the end of the dangling rope and opening the
door. "There's Monica, all shaved and ready to be sold for sex!" he
chuckled, yanking on the rope and pointing to the tethered
woman.

"My God!" Gina
gasped. "What have you done to her?"

"Nothing, as
yet," Larry laughed. "Would you like me to shave your cunt,
Gina?"

"I have never
met such a sexual deviant as you in all..."

"Haven't you?
Well, you should go to church more often. Churches are full of
sexually deviant priests," Larry returned, pressing the concealed
button. "Now, there, in my secret room, is Christine!"

Gazing in
horror as the wall slid back, Gina slipped the rope and ran across
the room to her daughter. Following the distraught woman, his face
beaming, Larry secured the end of the rope to a steel ring set in
the low ceiling and turned to face his prisoners.

"Before you
ask, Gina - yes, I have fucked her!" he laughed.

"Mother!"
Christine sobbed. "Please help me! Two men have used me, forced
themselves upon me and..."

"Oh,
Christine!" Larry smiled. "How can you say that I forced myself
upon you? You begged me to fuck you."

"I did
not!"

"And you pleaded with the taxman to... what were your words?
Oh yes, you begged him to,
shove it right
up my cunt and fill me with spunk
."

"Mother,
I..."

"It's all
right, Christine, I know he's lying," Gina consoled her trembling
daughter. Turning to Larry, her lips twisting in anger, she
scowled. "OK, you win. I'll give you the photographs if you let us
go free."

"But I haven't
fucked you yet, Gina! I've fucked your daughter's tight cunt, and
now I'm going to fuck yours!"

"If you come
anywhere near me, I'll..."

Releasing the
knot from the steel ring and pulling on the rope, Larry raised
Gina's arms high above her head, grinning as he eyed her firm
breasts ballooning her tight blouse. Securing the rope, his penis
stiffening at the prospect of screwing Gina Cology's tight vagina,
he knelt before his fearful prisoner. Tying lengths of rope to her
ankles as Christine lifted her head and looked on in horror, Larry
forced Gina to stand with her feet wide apart and secured the ropes
to steel rings set in the far walls.

"There, that
should do it!" he grinned, standing and unbuttoning the woman's
blouse. "Let's show your daughter what your tits look like, shall
we?" Remaining silent as Larry opened her blouse and lifted her red
lace bra clear of her firm breasts, Gina closed her eyes, her long
blonde hair concealing her flushed face as he sucked each nipple in
turn. Licking her darkening areolae, gently biting her milk teats,
his penis twitched, desperate for the wet heat of the woman's
succulent vagina.

"OK, now let's
show Christine your cunt!" he chuckled, tugging his victim's skirt
down to her knees. "Oh, red panties - and they're silk! Yes, very
alluring! Brigit, why don't you unveil her cunt? You're into cunts,
aren't you?"

"Yes, I am!"
Brigit trilled, entering the secret room and tweaking Gina's long
milk teats. "She's got nice tits, hasn't she?" she remarked,
dropping to her knees and gazing longingly the triangular patch of
the woman's bulging panties.

"She certainly
has! Christine, you can watch your mother writhe in orgasm as
Brigit licks and sucks her clitoris. You'd like to watch her come,
wouldn't you?"

"I'm not going
to watch anything! You're a disgusting man! I hate you!"

"I'm sure you
don't hate me. You loved me fucking you, spunking up your cunt, so
how can you say that you hate me? OK, Brigit, let's see what Gina's
cunt looks like."

Kissing and
licking Gina's inner thighs, Brigit tugged the woman's panties down
to her knees, revealing her sparse blonde pubes, the deep dividing
groove between her pouting sex cushions. Slipping a finger into her
juicy love hole, she licked the gentle rise of her mound, the warm
flesh above her vaginal crack, breathing in the intoxicating aroma
of female sex.

"There's
nothing I like more than cunt licking!" she giggled, thrusting her
fingers in and out of the woman's vagina. "But before I do that, I
want her nicely juiced up. I want her sex juices flowing, pouring
out of her beautiful cunt."

"You disgust
me, Brigit!" Monica cried from the examination couch.

"There are
times when I disgust myself!" Brigit giggled. "Larry, I'd like to
cane Gina's bum."

"Be my guest!"
he chuckled. "You'd better cut her clothes off first, they'll get
in the way."

"No! No, you
can't..." Gina gasped.

"I can do what
I like to you, Gina, you're my prisoner! Pass me the scissors
please, Larry!" Brigit giggled, withdrawing her cunt-juiced fingers
from the woman's trembling body.

Taking the
scissors, Brigit began by cutting through Gina's skirt, carefully
snipping her way up the middle of the tight garment. The material
dropping to the floor, she looked up at the horrified woman and
smiled. "You've stained your panties," she said, looking down and
cutting through the juice-stained red silk. "Your panties are
covered with cunt milk." Her eyes almost popping out of her head,
Gina looked down in disbelief as Brigit snipped through her panties
and tossed the garment aside.

"And now for
your blouse and bra," Brigit said softly as she rose to her feet.
The audience silent, watching the enforced disrobing, Brigit sniped
her way through Gina's blouse, cutting up the sleeves until the
shredded material fell away from the woman's quivering body.
Cutting her bra in two, her body now naked, Gina was ready for the
thrashing of her life.