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267 A CUCKOLDS DISTRESS PT6267 A CUCKOLDS DISTRESS PT6It was Monday morning Micky about to set out on just another day at the bog roll factory. His wife scrubbing the floor of the living room, muttering that “spillages tended to smell if they were going to do that trick again, the floor needed tile`s!” He grinned broadly, saying as he picked up his snapping bag that “it was fun though wasn`t it!” her reply was to tell him to “bugger off,” but it was said with a broad grin.The week went slowly, Saturday seeing them at the club once again, Terry appearing late as usual, and dancing with each woman as before, Lina confiding in Nan in the toilets mid evening , that she “fancied Terry rotten and that she was tempted to cheat on George…”adding that “that of course is if you don’t mind he`s your relative…” Nan laughed it off and they returned to the big room.Though she resolved to warn Terry, and this she did in the next dance… he, being flattered but saying” it might cause `complications they didn`t need’ though he wouldn`t mind!” for which he got a playful clout.He said he was off to Amsterdam tomorrow at dawn and all this week, so was not coming around, tonight, he was sorry to say, but they had a good paying job for her next weekend, so make the most of Micky this week, as she will he was sure not be unable too when you get home from this one, and it pays double. She looked a little shocked, then smiled and half joking, asked, “if she had got to die for it?” which he promised she would not, nor would she be scarred” adding under his breath the words in a whisper… “badly…this time!”She caught the comment and the last bit made her shudder, but by then they were approaching the table, so the subject was dropped.Outside on the way home after last orders, the five of them walked home together, Lina to Nan`s disgust, rapidly linking arms with Terry! George and Micky linking her instead and chattering all the way to the couple`s home about football! At Terry`s car parked outside, to Mick`s surprise, he stopped, gave them a film can, then bade them goodnight, kissed her passionately and drove off.Micky of course was eager to see the new film and moved direct to the parlour where he rewound last weeks film, carefully putting it in it`s can, and then threaded the new, Nan appearing, coffee in hand just in time so they, then sat to watch. Micky passing her the card he had found in the can, in Terrys neat hand, it said; part 1 applies, perhaps part 2 another time…! The credits this time were not as before, the Erotic film company of England, these were completely different, being in Dutch, and much to Micky`s disgust so was the sound track, something he hated, and remarked on. Nan however instantly knew the choice of film was not just, casual bahis firmaları or random and watched the content with an increasing air of uneasiness.It had started with a street organ, playing beside a canal, a typically unmistakeable Dutch street-scene, Amsterdam or Rotterdam or somewhere similar, a pretty young girl of about 19 or 20 dressed in a mini skirt and jumper, the heroine. A car stop`s and she gets in, county-side passes, the driver an older man, and his sidekick a greasy looking individual in leather, in the front, the girl in the back; conversing with endless Dutch chatter, till they arrive at a farm.Things got a bit more sexual when the leather clad man, hauled the girl from the car, and into the barn, here they stripped her, to Micky`s joy, as she was a lovely shaped young lady, but either she was a good actress, or she was genuinely terrified. Hand cuffs came next, arms in front of her, her eyes wide with genuine fear.A man with a camera appeared, this one a shifty looking blonde Germanic soul that spoke Dutch as well, she was by now pleading in Dutch for mercy that was obvious, but they ignored her for a while, then gave leather man, gave her a backhanded slap to silence her, which it did, very effectively. She lay quietly crying on the straw floor, waiting for the men to do whatever they were going to, too her, or with her. Even micky looked uncomfortable, though whether it was for the girl, or his being turned on by her pain and distress in front of his wife…well it`s anyone`s guess.Nan quietly said, “this is going to be me soon, I think this is his way of warning me about next week`s `Adventure’ in fact, I would take money on it. Though for some reason I have real worries for that girl micky.”Mickey looked shocked, his jaw working but no words coming to refute the suggestion, or to say for her, not to do whatever it was, and they would manage, but the silent Micky could see pound signs in his mind… The old man now putting a big wooden block as a plinth of sorts under a rope, casually tossed over a beam.The leather clad prawn now stood the girl, shoving the tail of the rope in her mouth, her hands held above her head, he began wrapping her left breast. Round and round the rope went, the breast colouring as the circulation reduced, he moved to the right and there too the rope was wrapped the tail being taken from the girl`s mouth and the knot finishing under her chin just on the point of cleavage. The older man now took the slack she was made to stand on the block and balance, then the old man tied off the rope, he said something in Dutch, unintelligible to the English ear, but the girl understood and instantly gripped the rope and taking the tension from her breasts, as the old-chap kicked away kaçak iddaa the block.She was now faced with allowing her body to swing on the tender, rapidly colouring breasts, or taking the strain with her cuffed hands, that is until her strength ran short.The men sat, watching her struggle, the old chap checking his watch and jabbering at his mate, saying something about Herman, which was the only word Micky or Nan picked up. Nan saying, “they are waiting for someone!” In a loud whisper without letting her eyes shift from the screen. that proved to be the case as a fat man, appeared, pinching her buttock and saying something in what Micky, who was used to loading German trucks, thought was German at the barn door, carrying a whip, and a bag.The three men shook hands and fat man, after appraising the poor girl`s plump backside with a pinch, paid the old boy and it was a lot of guilders.The older man asked something, and the new fellow Presumably `Herman’ said something then the two got on a bale and sat watching.The girl as visibly tiring, the main of her weight, was now on her breasts her arms taking little of the body weight at all, but she was eyeing the whip with genuine fear.`Herman’ spoke to her, what he said…who knows but she instantly renewed her struggles to release herself, though it was futile. He took up the whip, cracked it once then began to flick it at her skin in a fashion that left Pinky-red marks on the pale body, each flick getting a squeal from the girl, and a broad smile from `Herman.’ After a few minutes, he stopped and removed his jacket, then started again, gently increasing the strength of the strokes, as time went on, in 5minutes both the whip-strokes and the screams had increased, livid red stripes were visible on her trunk both back and front and thing`s had escalated to a full bodied powerful fury that was beginning to cut the tender skin. So clever was the handling of the whip that the breasts had not one mark, though the belly and back were soon representing something in a butcher`s shop window!The girl was becoming hoarse from screaming, as `Herman’ ceased his enjoyment, and produced a pair of leather cuffs that he placed round her ankles and a telescopic bar, which he placed between the cuffs, then he opened the bar till her legs were as wide apart as they could possibly reach.She had quietened to the desperate moan of a body in massive pain, and she now was in the most exposed vulnerable position imaginable.He took up the whip once more, this time concentrating on both her breasts, purple as they were, and her sex, untouched till now except for the exceptional hammering the men had given her that had tenderised the area. Flick, flick, flick, flick went the whip, the girl began to twitch, her kaçak bahis legs involuntarily jerking as each stroke landed. Past caring now as she hung unable or unwilling to move her strength gone completely, that of course made no difference to `Herman’ who now centred his strokes on her sex, each landing with a resounding slap. Nan had tears running unashamedly down her face, as the two men rose and left, the film darkening to a blank screen and the` end of part 1’ sign coming up.Nan licked her lips a sure sign she was turned on.Micky switched the projector to standby, he was about to rewind the film when Nan stopped him, her quiet comment that it wasn’t over, sent a chill through Micky, and he gave her a long look. She explained; “the card…it had said part 2” he glanced at the top spool, there was film yet… he switched it back on, there was a moment or two of darkness, then a frame saying `Part 2’ came up, the girl was now down from the rope but her hands and feet were still secure but the breasts were being unwrapped, the girl was not really with it, sat limp on the ground, her eyes glassy, the pain so intense she had given up hope.The bindings were removed and as the circulation returned her breast became a field of fire. He smacked at her nipples, and she groaned once more, `Herman’ smiled sadistically, the smile of a sadist through and through. Nan Knew the girl would not survive, she could read the signs…The whip rained down again, this time with a solid cracking sound that filled the room Micky actually turning down the sound and looking fairly pale as he too realised the intention of the man. Suddenly the rain of blows stopped, and a cellophane bag was taken from `Herman`s’ bag and using it to smartly cover the girls head. Her look of alarm told that she still had some will to live but `Herman now removed even that slim hope by wrapping the rope around her neck, sealing the bag to her and cutting off her air supply. He mounted the girl, laughing as she writhed in a desperate to breath, last few motions. His climax as she breathed her desperate last massive and final. The final frames of the film were of `Herman ’removing his leg cuffs and placing them in his bag departing as the two men returned, removing the hood, and the handcuffs then without any outward signs of any qualms, throwing the body, into a giant boiler no-doubt to feed the pigs. The film suddenly finished, and our watching couple sat spell-bound for long moments of amazed silence.Micky stopped the film, looked long and hard at Nan, then said in a very serious voice “are you sure…” she put her finger to his lip, then whispered “you know I will, its what he wants, and I love the whole idea, for him I will, partly for his joy, partly to prove to myself I can, but just not the end, he`s given his word…part 1 only…!”They made love, on the parlour floor, not fucked but they made love, neither would mention it again till the Friday, though they made love at every opportunity.
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