Suddenly, Doris felt a steel-studded leather collar being slipped around her neck. She gasped with fear and confusion. What was happening? she wondered. Then, Senator Hamilton flicked a light on, and the room was bathed in a harsh glow. Floodlights beamed down at her from all four corners of the room. As she stood in the middle of the brightly-lit room, she reached for her throat, her fingers running across the thick, steel-studded dog collar which dug into her tender neck. She glanced at the renowned Senator, who attached a leash to the collar. His eyes were glazed. He reached out and ripped off her halter top, pushing the palm of his hand into her tits and shoving her roughly to the floor. He held the end of the leash in his hand, and yanked on it hard, causing her neck to jerk forward. She was pulled to her knees. He stared at her coldly.
'I suppose you were planning on telling me all about my good friends. Is that right?'
'Y-yes!' she stammered. Doris couldn't understand what was happening. Here was the revered Senator Hamilton, standing over her menacingly, holding the end of a leash in his hand, the other end attached to a leather dog collar which was clasped tightly around her neck. 'I… I don't understand! What's going on here, anyway?'
'It's really very simple,' he said calmly. 'You see, Congressman Barth and I own this Mexican estate together. We use it periodically, to escape the rat-race of Washington. We come down here to relax, and work out our frustrations. Even Congressmen and Senators need time off now and then.' He gripped her by the chin and pulled her face upward to the level of his crotch. 'Pull down icy zipper, bitch! Pull down the zipper of my pants!'
Doris' fingers were trembling, but she managed to grab hold of his zipper and pull it down. She didn't know what Senator Hamilton wanted, but she knew better than to refuse his command. He looked angry and mean!
'That's very good,' he said, scrutinizing her carefully, admiring her ripe young body. Her tits were fully exposed to his gaze, and he inspected her lush, upthrust tits approvingly. The Senator was obviously impressed with the well-endowed young girl. There was a lascivious glint in his eyes. 'Now, little girl, incidentally, what is your name, anyway?'
'D-Doris Merryweather,' she answered meekly, shrugging her bare shoulders.
'Thank you, dear. I always like to know the names of people I'm talking to. Well, now, Doris Merryweather. You are doing very well thus far. Be sure to keep up the good work. Now, slip your little hand into my fly and pull out my prick. You'll do that for me, won't you?'
Doris was taken aback by the gentle, patronizing manner in which the famous Senator Hamilton spoke. Her hand moved automatically, dipping into his fly and taking hold of his flaccid prick. She gently tugged his cock out of his trousers. His cock dangled at his crotch, limp and soft. She was amazed that Senator Hamilton's prick wasn't stiff and hard. All of the other cocks that Doris had seen were as hard and straight as steel pipes. She didn't know how to respond. She held on to the base of his cock with her thumb and forefinger, and his prick drooped like a piece of soft rubber.
'That's real good, Doris,' Senator Hamilton said. 'Now, cup your hand and rub it across the bottom of my prick. Do that for me, okay?'
Doris did as she was told, cupping her palm and stroking the length of his prick. It didn't take long for the man to respond to her manual caress. His cock came to life, getting a little bit stiffer with every stroke. Doris could tell, that there was an especially sensitive spot on his cock, located just beneath his cock-knob. Whenever she ran her hands across that area of his prick, the skin puffed out and became a little bit redder. She could feel heat emanating from that special place on his cock. He was starting to get turned on!
'Yeah, that's… that's real good, Doris. That feels… feels real… real nice. I like what you're doing. Now, do as I tell you. Take your other hand and grip the base of my prick.'
She followed his instructions carefully, gripping the base of his long cock with her free hand. When she touched his prick, the man jerked his hips backward and sighed deeply, taking in a deep breath of air.
'Now, squeeze the base of my cock,' he ordered. 'Yeah, this is just the way I like to get turned on!'
Doris squeezed the thick base of the man's prick, and he sighed. His prick responded instantly, springing upright, quickly becoming hard. She watched in fascination as his thick, rope-like prick veins pulsed with red-hot blood.
Doris was stunned and amazed as she observed the response of his prick to her deft manual movements. Before long, Senator Hamilton had a stiff, rock-hard cock. It was really exciting to witch the man's cock-stalk respond to her manipulation!
'Unnnnnggggghhhhh! Ummmmmm!' he panted, a lewd smile forming on his handsome features. 'That's a real good start, Doris. Now, I'll be good and ready to fuck your pussy whenever I get the urge. But, you see, darling. Congressman Barth and I have this little Mexican hideaway so that we can indulge ourselves in other, more… well, perhaps I should call it more exotic sexual escapades. You understand me, don't you?'
'No!' Doris answered. Doris didn't have the slightest idea what the man was referring to when he spoke of exotic sexual escapades. 'What do you mean? What are you talking about?' she asked as she stroked his cock. His prick was really hard, now. His cock stood upright, sticking out and only inches from her face. The thick veins on his prick were filled with rich blood. His balls were beginning to tighten up, constricting as jism began to stir around inside of his ball-sac.
'You'll learn,' the man said matter-of-factly. 'You'll learn soon enough.' He moved back a step, jerking the leash in his hand, pulling her forward. 'Over here!'
He dragged her across the floor, scraping her knees, until they reached the corner. Shoving his knee into her back, he knocked her onto the floor. He gripped one of her asscheeks and pried her asshole apart. She screamed. Then, she felt a thick, plastic object burrowing into her puckered asshole.
'Try this ass-plug on for size!' Senator Hamilton snorted. 'I'm sure you'll get a kick out of it.' He laughed sarcastically as he pulled a leather strap tightly around her waist and buckled it in the back. The leather strap held the butt-plug in place, deep in her steaming, aching asshole.
'Aaaaeeeeeee!' she screamed in agony as she felt the thick, plastic ass-plug rubbing across the walls of her asshole. The pain was excruciating. Her asshole was being brutally violated by an instrument of torture – an ass- plug! Doris had never dreamed that such evil and depraved devices existed. But, the horrible pain which coursed through her asshole was proof! She jerked her hips back and forth, but there was no way to shake out the butt- plug. The belt was pulled tight and buckled, making it impossible for her to escape.
Senator Hamilton looked at the suffering young girl, an evil grin pasted on his handsome face. 'You like having that butt-plug stuffed up your asshole, don't you?' he taunted.
'No!' she exclaimed, her face wet with tears. 'I… I hate it. Please, take this thing out of my asshole!'
Hamilton wasn't about to listen to her. Not now! It was obvious that he was getting off on her discomfort and agony. His cock was throbbing, lurching forward.
'Now, you're beginning to understand what I was talking about when I mentioned my exotic sexual preferences. You see, darling girl, both Congressman Barth and I enjoy torturing young girls like you. We get our kicks that way!'
His face was a mask of lust and decadence. He smirked at the girl, savoring the pain that she felt as the butt-plug slid deep into her asshole. Doris soon discovered that whenever she moved, the butt-plug moved, too – ripping into her tender and tortured asshole!
'Please, take this awful thing out of my asshole,' she begged. 'It… it hurts so bad. Everytime I move, it hurts even more.'
Doris could tell that the Senator wasn't in any mood for pity. In fact, she soon realized that the man enjoyed watching her suffer.
The Senator laughed sadistically and walked over to the wall. Doris watched carefully and winced as she saw that the wall of the room was lined with a vast assortment of whips and paddles. This room was especially, designed as a torture chamber! From the looks of the place, there was no telling what the evil Senator Hamilton might do to her.
The man chose a long, thin birch cane. Stepping forward, he took a deep breath and brought, the birch cane down, slashing across her taut tits. Her nipples became hard and pointed. She let out a low, painful moan and twisted her body, trying to evade the slashing cane. She rolled over, but Hamilton caught her asscheeks with a swift, thrashing stroke, ripping into her taut ass-flesh. She writhed about in pain, yelping piteously.
'Owwwwwww! Aaaaaiiieeeee!' she shrieked as she rolled about on the floor.
She was almost out of the man's range, but he stepped down on the end of the leash. The leather tightened and Doris' neck was snapped back. She felt a sharp pain. Her bones cracked loudly as she was yanked to a
