are forbidden by most societies. With endless wealth at his command, a keen mind, a vivid imagination, Web Hardman was soon tasting pleasures that most men only dream of.
Nor was he superficial about it. He pursued his activities with a scientist's passion. He was clever and covered up his illegal activities; he kept records in writing, on tape, and on film. Soon, he had amassed a considerable library of rather interesting pornography, some of which had enough overtones of sadism to excite the Marquis de Sade. Soon, he treated people – especially women – like a scientist would treat a laboratory rat: with objectivity and dispassion. His thrill, his satisfaction, was in proving his theory: that any woman could be reduced to a base, unthinking carnality in a matter of days. Sometimes, in a matter of hours. His theory held that women were the true pornographers, that their instinct and natural desire was obscene and that they understood and loved depravity. He felt that there were no depths of wantonness to which a woman would not sink if conditions were right; and it thrilled and excited him to see his theory being borne out, being lived out again and again, right in front of him.
Nichole was a most willing pupil. At first, because of her upbringing and pride, she had been extremely difficult. But he had broken her. He had broken her so completely that he was about to lose interest in her. The challenge was gone; Nichole would willingly do anything he wished. She had been under his influence about a year. In one year, she went from an innocent young girl with ideals and aspirations to an eager little slut who had performed every known sexual depravity. Nichole now knew that she would never again enjoy what is commonly known as 'normal sex'. She knew she could never be happy married to one man; never, unless he allowed her to have orgies.
Now, she lay back in the leather chair with her dress pulled high, revealing her ripely expectant loins. Naked from the waist down, she sprawled, her legs slung over the thick arms of the chair and she let her head loll back, her mouth slack and laxly open. The delicate fingers of her free hand slid down and tangled in her pubic hair. Her hips were slowly undulating and pumping in an obscene manner as her free hand slid down on either side of the moist, pulpy lips of her hotly twitching vagina. Using thumb and forefingers, she impatiently spread her lust- swollen pussy lips and revealed the moistly pink inner walls of her cunt. Below her thinly bearded vaginal mouth, her white buttocks met in a deep tight crevice.
Web watched as her sensual young body shuddered in obscene delight and her hips twisted and thrust forward so that her ripely fleshed buttocks ballooned on the edge of the chair. Her head lowered so that she had to look down at her eagerly writhing loins between breasts that jutted up in front of her like snowy twin peaks. Her wetly quivering cunt was tilted up high as she ran the long thick vibrator up and down the slit, pausing to let it shudder over her erect little clitoris as her eyelids fluttered and she gasped for breath. Already, her pleasure was wracking her body with its intensity.
Quietly, Web Hardman circled around her as she wantonly slumped in the chair, sluttish in her pose with her legs thrown wide over the arms of the chair. Her nakedly quivering cunt was gaping open as she guided the rapidly thrusting mechanical penis in and around her vaginal cavity. She was moaning continuously now. The gray-haired older man walked behind the chair and, leaning over it, reached down and began unbuttoning the front of her dress.
He slowly pulled the bodice open, revealing her large, firmly upthrust breasts that were spilling out of a flimsy half-bra. He knew that Nichole was justifiably proud of her huge, but perfectly proportioned breasts. The night he had broken her, the night she had reveled in depravities and lewd behavior, the night she had admitted her inherent wantonness and submitted her will to his, that wonderful night had begun when he had her strip to the waist. Then, his bodyguard and his chauffeur had seized her and forced her arms back. A pole, a broom handle, was run long-ways between her back and her arms. Then Nichole's hands were forced forward again, and she had watched as her wrists were tightly and brutally tied together in front of her waist. The pole across her back, locking her elbows in place, had forced her arms and shoulders back… and thrust out her nakedly quivering breasts.
She had been forced to stand in front of a mirror and stare at herself before, at a signal from Web, his men began caressing and putting their wetly open mouths on those out-thrust, defenseless breasts.
That night had been the beginning for Nichole. She was too thrilled and excited to resist as she watched in the mirror. Ever since that night Web had been able to bring her to an orgasm, just by exciting and fondling her breasts.
Now he helped them free of the almost transparent half-bra and saw the firm way they quivered and jellied on her breast. Her head was wedged against the back of the chair and her chin was pushed into her chest as she looked between her now naked breasts to see the big white plastic prick vibrating between her legs. Web saw her wide-spread cuntal lips as she ran her thumb over her clitoris and as the mechanical cock quivered its way deeper into her wildly pulsing pussy. Her young body was wantonly shuddering with pleasure as the vibration tantalized and enflamed her sense.
'You have lovely breasts, my dear,' he said, leaning over the back of the chair and cupping their fleshy fullness in his manicured hands.
Nichole opened her smoky eyes halfway and saw his fingers caressing her already distended nipples. 'Thank you,' she murmured thickly. With her hands, she began rapidly pumping the vibrator in and out of her moistly clasping pussy, the lewd parody of fucking increasing the feeling of pleasure. She closed her eyes, as his pinching fingers and the vibrator aroused her to where she wanted to scream her lust out. Her voluptuously round body was suddenly out of control. She had learned to give in to her lust without a reservation. Web liked that and… so did she. There was something so thrilling and enjoyable in acting lewd, acting like a slut, not caring what people might think. Then, too, Web had taught her the naughty and thrilling delights of being an exhibitionist. He had forced her to be an exhibitionist and know the thrill that so intensified the orgasm.
He looked down at her writhing obscenely in the chair. 'Too bad I don't have someone here to bite and suck on your breasts, Nichole.'
In answer, Nichole let her head thrash from side to side and a low moan of frustration trembled from her lips as she increased the tempo of her hips pumping up against the vibrator.
Web smiled down at her, taking his hands away. He had set her up. He had suggested a pleasure, and she had groaned like a Pavlovian dog at the idea. With no more than a suggestion on his part, he would watch her debase herself further.
'Of course,' he said, his voice light and cool. 'You could lick and suck them.'
Nichole broke her mounting rhythm as she heard his words and wasn't sure she understood. 'W… what?'
'I said you could, in your present position, excite yourself by licking and sucking them yourself. They're right in front of your mouth.' He paused to walk around the chair. 'You could lick them and you could suck them and I,' he announced clearly, 'could watch you do it.'
Web moved around the chair for a better view, his mouth half-open in eager anticipation. Even as he watched, Nichole pulled the vibrator out of her cunt and held it hard on her clitoris, her eyes were closed and her face contorted by the hot passion that she was feeling. Web watched her hips and tautly rippling belly roll and undulate while her moistly glistening cunt-lips twitched and gaped as the vibrator quivered and thrust against her clitoris. With her free hand, she cupped one snowy breast and tilted it toward her mouth, the nipple caught between her fingers. Her tongue snaked out, red and wet, and the soft, velvet-smooth tip rimmed around the erect little nipple. Then, as Web watched, she opened her mouth wide, taking the whole nipple in. Her wetly ovalled lips closed over the berry-like nipple, and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked with a sex-crazed fervency.
Web felt himself being aroused as he watched. Nichole was doing exactly as he asked, and her obscene self- excitement was having its effect. She hooked her legs even tighter over the arms of the chair, jutting her hips and naked groin outward and upward even more, spreading the lips of her wetly trembling cunt as she ran the vibrating plastic cock up and down and in and out of her with a hypnotic rhythm.
With a groan, the young girl let her heavy breast fall from her mouth. She was gasping for air, panting with lewd passion, and her ripely quivering breast was wet and glistening with her saliva. She opened her fevered eyes a slit and her free hand groped for her other breast. It trembled under her grasp as she cupped her fingers on it and pulled it toward her mouth, her fingers depressed in the softly yielding flesh so that the nipple stood out all the more. Her tongue lashed out at the nipple, and Web watched it grow even more taut as she rimmed the nipple then let the flat wet tongue engulf it. With mouth wide open, she put the pinkly puckered little nipple in her mouth and, closing her eyes, looked ecstatically happy. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, white her hips roiled slowly and lewdly causing her buttocks to lift clear of the leather seat. Her twin asscheeks twitched and contracted so that
