the black brassiere that she had decided to wear that day.
'Oh, lovely, lovely!' Frank said, applauding her soundlessly. The lewd tape continued to spin its ugly sounds throughout the room, and Sylvie trembled with rage and despair.
'You don't mind if I do the rest, do you? I would rather like that, I think!'
Frank moved toward her, and she struggled with herself to remain calm.
She shut her eyes tightly as revulsion shivered through her nerves and she felt his hands gently pushing against her inner thighs, his fleshy palms slowly pulling her knees apart and sliding hotly up the inner softness of her thighs. She jerked involuntarily as they passed the protective covering of her long stockings and skittered across the sensitive tanned surface of her nakedly exposed flesh between the stocking tops and her sheer black panties. Frank's breath was coming in heavy snorts as his fingers made light contact with the thin silken crotchband up between her full soft thighs.
She groaned helplessly as his fingers rummaged on the outside of the flimsy panties, pushing the softness of the smooth material into the narrow quivering slit of her vagina. She shrank away indignantly, but he continued to play teasingly, his fingers pulling gently at the soft golden hairs that protruded from the tight elastic legbands.
I must endure it… I must! Sylvie told her self repeatedly, trying to remain calm.
His middle finger slipped suddenly under the narrow elastic legband and flicked lewdly at the moist red opening of her pussy beneath, bringing a protesting groan from Sylvie. She could feel his eyes feasting hungrily on her secret feminine flesh up between her legs that belonged to her husband Tim, and to no one else! Her tears streamed in tiny rivulets as she struggled to stop the lewd outrages he was visiting upon her unwilling body, but the sudden sight of the book of obscene 'memoirs' on the desk across from her stopped her. There was no hope, she had gotten herself into this and the tape of her voice was playing to prove it! She could only hope that he would take her quickly enough before she lost control and did something to make him angry.
'I'll just take them off, now!' Frank declared, and she shut her eyes again, feeling the smooth nylon drawing slowly over her voluptuously rounded hips and thighs and exposing the whole of her soft goldenhaired pussy.
'Just as beautiful as I recall!' Frank sighed, pulling the flimsy silken panties all the way off and staring longingly at the blonde hair-covered 'vee' of Sylvie's trembling pussy.
Frank stood back, and then he stepped up onto the platform on which Sylvie stood, still clad in her garter belt and stockings and her black brassiere. Frank reached behind her and easily unfastened the clasp of the brassiere, releasing her firm, full, cream-like breasts to his hungering eyes. His fingers ran lightly over their pulsing brown tips and he chuckled to himself as she pulled away. Suddenly he was lifting her arms upward, and Sylvie felt something snapping over each of her wrists. She looked and saw that she had been strapped to the wall!
Nausea rose and she screamed at him.
'Please, let me go… let me go! I promise you don't have to strap me down. I'll do anything you want, I tell you, anything!'
'Oh please, Mrs. Cassidy,' Frank said in his most polite tone. 'Don't worry, no harm will come to you. Just relax… If I'm not mistaken, you'll enjoy this.'
Sylvie suddenly knew that she was dealing with a completely deranged man.
'Brandy!' the harassed blonde desperately rasped out. 'Give me more brandy!'
'As you like, Mrs. Cassidy.' Frank turned and left the room, and while he was gone Sylvie could do nothing but listen to the crude tape sounds screaming in her head and look at the thick binding of the manuscript that would ruin her husband and his family if it was ever published.
Naked except for her stockings and garter belt, she hung from her bound wrists like a pagan offering to the gods, totally bereaved of understanding of why she should find herself in such a terrible position.
When the former valet returned with the bottle of brandy, he poured some into the glass she'd left by the manuscript and took it to her.
Thirstily, she drank it down as he held it to her parched lips.
'More!' she said, and he filled it again and again held it to her lips while she drank. She felt the dizzying effects of the strong liquor spreading! throughout her system, helping her to withstand the dreadful experience she was certain was coming.
'You can let me down, Frank…' she said in a cajoling voice. 'Let me down, and I promise to satisfy you. I'll do anything…'
'That will come later, Mrs. Cassidy!' Frank declared. 'First I have a little something you might like to try out!'
Frank had often thought of the first intimate glimpse he'd had of the nakedly trembling Sylvie Cassidy straining with the gilded candle thrust up between her smoothly trembling thighs, trying to satisfy her drugged loins with the outrageous object, pushing it steadily upward with in the moist confines of her passion-drenched cunt. She'd asked him to help her and he had, until finally she'd insisted upon feeling his own human phallus deep within her tormented young pussy.
'I've constructed a little something in your honor!' he said, going over to a drawer in the desk and taking out a large double-headed object that Sylvie could not identify through her drunken daze.
'Wh… what is it?' she asked, peering through the haze, but still not managing to clear her eyes or her dully throbbing head.
'It's a dildo! A double dildo…which I've gilded just for you!'
Ron and Arlene turned back, Ron's small MG traversing the heavy midafternoon traffic of Washington, darting in and out, shooting red lights and going at about 70 miles an hour.
'How could we have lost her?' he snarled. 'How could that possibly have happened?'
Slumped in her bucket seat next to him, Arlene was silent. She did not know how they could have possibly have lost Sylvie's trail across town, but they had. Her cousin's taxi had turned down an unfamiliar street and they had turned right, whereas the taxi had made a left turn.
'I know!' she said suddenly. 'Go to Sylvie's office. Maybe her secretary can help us!'
Sylvie was in a fog of confusion. Frank had given her the extra glasses of brandy she'd requested. That made five now since she'd been in his apartment. Before her, she could feel he was brandishing the lewd dildo that he had made for her. Suddenly she felt him move closer, and something thick touched between the exposed lips of her pink vagina, pressing inside and parting the pubic hair.
'OH!' Sylvie jumped against the bracelets that bound her hands, her eyes jerking open and staring wildly down at Frank. He was pushing one end of the double-edged phallus into the moistly parted split of her cunt! She could see the object well now, and to her amazement it looked just like a living penis except for its garish color and the strange double-headed design. There were two false cocks, one of large, almost outlandish proportions, and the other smaller and more slender. They were attached in the middle by two hanging objects that were meant to signify testicles, and the whole thing appeared to be made from some kind of rubber.
As she hung there helplessly trussed, she felt Frank parting her legs still wider, and moving the thicker tip with insane persistence within the defenseless opening of her honey colored pussy.
'Oh please, please stop, please stop! I can't stand it! I… can't!' she cried. It felt lewder than anything she might have imagined-a teasing artificial cock playing at the tender parts of her widely presented vagina, working its way up the full length of the narrow palpitating slit to her tiny throbbing clitoris and rubbing against it maddeningly until, with a sudden groan, Sylvie felt the sensitive little bud involuntarily jerking into hardness. She could hear Prank laughing above the sounds of the crashing climaxes of their own voice on the all-pervading tape recording. Her desperate pleadings were lost, and he seemed driven to even faster manipulation by her attempts to squirm backward away from the golden dildo.
'I made this with my very own hands,' Frank mused. 'It took days, dipping it and re-dipping it in liquid latex. Inside there is a hard but flexible length of rubber hose that gives a satisfactory consistency, and the whole is carefully modeled to give satisfaction!'
Sylvie stared down at him, her eyes wide with terror, her lips mumbling supplications which he did not
