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Zack couldn't believe it, but Selby was insistent.
"Dude, trust me. This chick has her number up on the park restroom wall,
and if you call,she'll come
give you a BJ right here in the bathroom! I don't know why she does it, but she
came to see me. She looked miserable, but maybe she's a psycho. She's a good
looking psycho."
*****
Tali rested, enjoying a glass of
white wine with Fenton the Felon. "This is a great show" Fenton said
to her. "I'm philosophically opposed to Chris Hansen's work, but when he
traps these Internet predators, it always makes me laugh." They both
smiled as a middle aged Arab pleaded with Chris Hansen not to turn him in.
As a prosecutor, Tali thought
Hansen’s work was so necessary, these poor young girls…but as a lawyer, she
realized that entrapment was inherently unfair…it was hard to gauge what Fenton
thought entirely, though once or twice he’d wondered aloud why the suspects
didn’t punch Chris Hansen in the face, ruining those gorgeous looks of his.
Suddenly the phone rang. Tali
tensed. Oh I hope not. It's such a nice evening. Maybe it's just Emily, calling
to gossip. "Fenton, will you get that" she asked, her voice shaking.
Fenton got up and ambled to the phone. Tali
loved him. Fenton's discolored teeth crooked up in a smile as he talked to
whoever it was on the phone, and he pushed his mended spectacles back on his
large, Semitic nose.
Fenton "Hot" Weir was half Jewish, one quarter black and a quarter "mutt" as he often said, and was an intellectual car thief, perhaps the world's first. "Tali honey, it's for you" Fenton handed Tali the phone and sat down again, grinning as Chris Hansen watched the subject exiting the door.
Tali got on the phone "Hello?" She
tried to put a smile into the phone. "Baby (hic) I saw your number here on
the wall,
Tali sighed, and felt the big rock
growing in her chest. "I-I think it's too late tonight. I'm relaxing--"
Fenton took the phone from Tali.
"Of course she's all ready to go. You wait there at the public restroom
and she'll be with you in about ten minutes. If she's five minutes late, you
can wait for just a spectacular blowjob, can't you, son?"
Tali breathed hard. She felt her
nipples getting hard, and knew a part of her craved this humiliation, but she
would stand up for herself. The last time she'd attempted to stand up for
herself, Fenton had caned her on both thighs til they
were steaming red and then made her stand on two chairs for nearly five hours.
He knew how to get to her, he did.
Still, this was outrageous. She squared up to Fenton.
"Fenton, I'm just not up to giving some loser an anonymous blowjob
tonight." Tali knew there would be fireworks,
but this was ridiculous.
Fenton must have some sympathy in his heart for me, Tali thought. She couldn't understand what part of herself
was so devoted to this homeley little half-breed.
She, who had been twice engaged to rich doctors, and had had every type of
handsome man from race-car drivers to law partners begging for her hand. But Fenton was the only one who had been able to
fulfill her needs completely.
Fenton looked at Tali and smiled.
Oh, how he loved this submissive. They'd been together for eight years, and
didn't she still look superb at thirty-five? Fenton was crowding sixty now;
he'd dommed probably three hundred women since his
first conquest, whipping Dora Kinetti's fat bare
bottom on the roof of the tenement where they'd played as children.
"Now, Tali..you're
aware that this was your fantasy, right?" Fenton asked kindly.
"You're the one who confessed that during your monthly masturbation
session, when I take off the chastity belt, you fantasized about sucking off
anonymous men under my direction." Fenton sighed heavily. "And I've
gone to the trouble of writing your name and number on the walls of restrooms
in hospitals, libraries,office
buildings,art galleries, law firms, parking garages,
Alcoholics Anonymous clubs, and once at a Est seminar. And do you appreciate it?
Fenton shook his head gravely as Tali
looked stubborn, and he ambled over to the fireplace, and picked up a heavy
poker, which he handed casually. "I'm so disappointed in you, Tali. Take off your shirt and brassiere, please."
Tali gasped, but her fingers were
fumbling with the buttons immediately. Was Fenton going to beat her with the
poker? He'd given her some vicious punishments in his day.
"Step forward" Fenton's eyes were like steel, and Tali rapidly came up, her bare breasts bobbing. She watched
as Fenton dipped the poker into the fire and pulled it back out, waving it in
front of her.
She could see the glow on the end of the poker...no, he
couldn't. Fenton came up close. "So you don't want to live out your fantasy
after all my trouble...but you were so enjoying it."
Enjoying it! Every time Tali had
to go onto her knees, her nylons soaking up urine on the disgusting, fetid
bathroom floors, she winced and nearly vomited.
Once, a guy had had to pee first, and Fenton had insisted
that Tali take the man's piss heavy penis in her
mouth and let him shoot the pee down her throat without missing a beat, and
then begin the horrible blowjob.
Fenton had called Tali
"Toilet-Girl" for months afterwards.
Now Fenton came up and touched the glowing tip of the poker to Tali's left breast, just below the nipple. Tali bit her tongue, but did not jump back as the excruciating burning began. "Oh...Master Fenton...it hurts..but I still don't want to...suck..." Tali closed her eyes and held her breath to keep from fainting as Fenton finally pulled the poker away, re-applying it to her tender stomach, just above her navel Oooooh.
Suddenly Fenton began burning at the other nipple. Tali gritted her teeth more, and tried hard not to let it
show how much pain she was in. She had been trained to always hold her hands
behind her back when she was being tortured, but this was extremely hard with a red-hot poker creating first-degree burns in her
tender breasts.
Fenton stepped back and whacked her across both breasts with
the poker and Tali began to cry silently. "Oh
you weep beautifully, my dear." Fenton said with a smile.
He had wondered how long Tali
would be able to tolerate going and sucking men off in these ridiculous
bathrooms. She was so adulated in her career as a District Attorney that of
course she needed to be taken down a few pegs now and then.
"Now I guess I'll have to go back and make this thing
hot again, it's burned so much of your flesh..." Fenton smiled, and his eyes
met Tali's. They were implacable. Tali
knew that Fenton would keep going until she gave in, and God knows she didn't
want burn marks all over her body when she was changing clothes at her gym.
But something perverse stayed within her. Tali had gone through such hell the last few times she’d
had to go suck off whoever had read the number. Once it had been an entire
drunken motorcycle club, and seven bums had peed on her as she sucked the
eighth, it had been so awful.
“Open your elbow up, dear.” Fenton said pleasantly. Puzzled,
Tali opened her arm from where it had been caressing
her nipple. Fenton smiled and stuck the red hot poker right in the inner crook of her forearm, and Tali’s tears gushed out of her eyes as the poker’s burn
seared the inner elbow. Oh, how does he
know where I hurt the most, she anguished.
“Why don’t you take your pants down now, honey.”
Fenton said, but it wasn’t a question. Tali’s
buttocks fit so beautifully in these jeans, she thought as she unzipped and
dropped her pants and undies.
Fenton walked around to the back, and Tali
squealed—no, yelped as Fenton’s poker burned the insides of her knees, and then
suddenly Fenton turned and stuck the poker deep into the fire until the entire
horrid metal stick was burning.
Fenton picked up Tali’s discarded shirt and wrapped it around the other end
of the poker, and then came back.
“Over the side of the couch, dearest” his friendly tone
came, and Tali, biting her lip and unsuccessfully
holding back tears, bent over wearily.
THWACK! The poker gently spanked Tali,
staying for just
a moment against her curving alabaster buttock. YIPE! “Ooooh
Fenton, please it’s so hot” screamed Tali
desperately.
WHACK! This time the poker hit her across both full buttocks
hard and Tali screamed loudly, and Fenton feared she
was going to crawl off the couch.
“Oh dear.” Fenton went into his
jacket, finding the trusty police handcuffs he’d stolen from the security
officer at the Montgomery County Courthouse where Tali
worked.
Swiftly Fenton cuffed Tali’s hands
behind her head, and bound her ankles together with a bit of twine, making sure
Tali was lying perfectly
across the arm of the couch again. Tali heard Fenton
chuckle gently as the phone rang again. “Hi there…yeah, maybe you should come
here. We’re having a little complication. 2983 Montrose, two blocks from the
Sunoco station.”
Fenton laughed. “Yes, by all means, bring your friends, bring whoever’s hanging out there, for God’s sake.
Let’s make it a party. Pick up a Domino’s pizza.” As Fenton clicked off, Tali said between gritted teeth. “Forget it, Fenton. This
isn’t fair. It’s not my fantasy to suck off a bunch of drunken losers.”
But of course it was. Tali had
been driven to all sorts of bizaare locations to
perform oral sex…her number had been displayed in , recreation centers,
supermarkets, airports, clothing stores, burlesque joints, ice-cream parlors,
homeless shelters, and so many Jiffy Johns that Tali
thought if she sucked off one more construction worker she would scream.
Once in a restroom at a video arcade, Tali
was almost sure she’d violated the law as a bunch of cheering teenage boys had
taken their turn, skull-fucking her again and again…
And these boys had had such staying power that they’d cum in
her mouth, gotten hard and done it again,
while Fenton had watched happily, playing pocket pool the whole time. Another
time at a synagogue, the entire male chorus of cantors had taken their turn.
Once, at the the Department of
Motor Vehicles, the restroom had been so crowded with disgusted men waiting in
line that Fenton had encouraged them to whip her with their belts before the
blowjobs had started. She’d gone home in such terrible condition,
one fellow had cut her lip with his huge eagle belt buckle.
Then there had been the Redskins game at RFK Stadium, and Tali,who had been looking forward
to seeing the game with her season tickets had been tied down in the third
stall of the bathroom, sucking off man after man during the Super Bowl while
Fenton and his girlfriend Lauren had enjoyed the seats and the game immensely.
That had been the
time she’d gotten the mysterious herpes rash around her mouth that the doctor
had been so puzzled about…and Fenton had never allowed Tali
to kiss him again.
“Fenton please” Tali pleaded as
Fenton stuck the business end of the poker into the fire again. “Just this
morning I had to suck off three men in a Starbucks because they saw my number.
Can’t I just enjoy tonight, please?”
Fenton chortled. “Look how your pussy juice is soaking up
the pillows as you lie there, darling.” Suddenly he was back, poking Tali’s beautiful butt with the poker again and again, as if
he were putting out cigarettes…the sound was almost worse than the pain. Ssst! Ssst! Oh, it was agony, Tali thought.
“Aaaguh!”
Tali screamed as she felt the red-hot poker going
into her tender rectum. “What did you expect, darling” Fenton asked gently.
“This is good for teaching you about not being so disobedient. I haven’t
trained you for eight years to have you treat me this way.”
Tali's butt began agonizing in pain as Fenton slammed the
poker in between her soft buttocks. "Tali (slam)
when are y(slam) ou going to
(slam) learn that I am (slam) the man, and you (slam) are just the(slam)
common, worthless l(slam) ittle slave-pig?"
Now Tali
was in so much pain she thought she might pass out. She knew intellectually
that Fenton was not going to hurt her seriously, but it seemed that this might
have serious damage. The most that had ever happened to Tali's
rectum before this had been when a previous master had stuck a thorny rose
branch up it, but Tali had only been 19 then, and
quite spry.
And now it came again...no,
Fenton pulled back and let the poker graze her buttocks...and now he was
dragging the steaming metal across her shoulderblades.
Oh, Tali couldn't stand this!
"Now, honey."
Fenton said in a friendly way again "Since you can't seem to obey, maybe I
should put the poker in your mouth, eh?"
Tali's butt began agonizing in
pain as Fenton slammed the poker in between her soft buttocks. "Tali (slam) when are y(slam) ou going to (slam) learn that I am (slam) the man, and you
(slam) are just the(slam) common, worthless l(slam) ittle
slave-pig?"
Now Tali was in so much pain she
thought she might pass out. She knew intellectually that Fenton was not going
to hurt her seriously, but it seemed that this might have serious damage. The
most that had ever happened to Tali's rectum before
this had been when a previous master had stuck a thorny rose branch up it, but Tali had only been 19 then, and quite spry.
And now it came again...no, Fenton pulled back and let the
poker graze her buttocks...and now he was dragging the steaming metal across
her shoulderblades. Oh, Tali
couldn't stand this!
"Now, honey." Fenton said in a friendly way again
"Since you can't seem to obey, maybe I should put the poker in your mouth,
eh?"
Tali gasped. "Oh no, Master Fenton, you could
do real damage if you sizzled the poker in my mouth, Sir. Of course I'll suck
off your uh, guests."
Fenton smiled and went back to the fireplace and dropped the poker,
returning to unlock the police handcuffs with his trusty bobby pin, and let Tali stand up and untie the cords round her ankles.
"Now isn't this nice. If you suck him and his friends off quickly, you'll
have time to watch Chris Hansen, won't you?"
As Tali dropped to her knees, wincing from the
pain behind her legs, she thanked Heaven that she had a master who understood,
and as the bums filed in to be blown, Tali licked her
lips, knowing she would be giving Fenton the best blowjob in the end.