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Poor Sative Rose. She hasn't done much bondage before and we rigged her up tight. Sitting in a chair, her arms are pulled behind her, her tits are tied up and her legs are open making her pussy vulnerable. We gag her and rig a vibrator into her crotch. We turn it on and Sativa looks down, probably wondering how many times we'll make her cum before we let her go. She begins to feel the pleasure and one of our guys decides to blindfold her. This does freak her out just a bit and she screams, but we continue on and Sativa screams more as her first orgasm hits. She can't really struggle, but she does continue to whine and scream and cum as we leave her there.


Jim Gilliam had been a Hollywood stunt man for two years. But now he was back home in New York City.

It was not that he disliked his work. The exercise and the various agile movements he had to perform were very compatible with him. It was something else, however, that finally drove him away in a frustrated rage from all of that Hollywood glamour.

He had seen all of the beautiful starlets, sex goddesses, and actresses and he had done some scenes with them. He might ride a motorcycle through a brick wall, jump off in mid-air, and land at the feet of a half-nude starlet. Then the leading man would take over and finish the love scene, getting all of the credit and the rewards for the work he had done.

Even actresses, famous ones, too, who never were seen nude in the movies, were seen nude, sunning themselves on the set in Jim`s presence, unconcerned by him at all, knowing that they were turning him on immensely, but looking at him as if he were just another prop, or a faggot who had no thoughts about their exposed honey pots and tits.

He had seen them all, Academy Award winners, sitting nude around a pool all to themselves and the leading men and the directors and producers., a very exclusive pool. Since there wasn`t always enough work during a screening for him, Jim often served as a gopher during the hours of relaxation for the highly paid cast members.

"Go for this, Jim, go for that," a sexy young actress would tell him, thrusting her bare chest out at him, as if he were an unfeeling stooge.

Finally, Jim could take no more. It was either blue-balls or jerk off if he was to get any satisfaction. He knew he could teach some of those foxy cunts a thing or two. Even the ones in their late thirties, the ones playing girls in their twenties excited Jim. But they had their own social clique, and a mere stunt man was not acceptable.

He hated them after a while, but he still wanted them, wanting to take their nurtured, nude bodies in his hands and squeeze them, kiss them, make love to them.

But he never did. It was only, "Here you are, Faye. I hope your Gin Fizz is suitable." Or, landing at the feet of a budding young starlet, after jumping off a roof, almost breaking his ankle. "Don`t just sit there, Joe, get away and let AI take over," he would be told. "Yes, sorry, Miss Lange," he would reply to a girl five years his junior, looking up at her large, voluptuous breasts, knowing that someone else was going to have the pleasure of caressing them.

Jim did save a lot of money in his two years as a stunt man. He would have spent it gladly on one of the Hollywood actresses he had wanted, but he didn`t even get a chance to ask. They treated him as if he were a piece of shit. He wanted revenge so badly, but he knew that all of those actresses had bodyguards all around them, all of the time. However, he still had visions of forcing some of them to submit to his lusts, making them grovel at his feet for the privilege of sucking his cock. Then, to show them how much he thought of them, he would have them spread their ass open and he would shove an enema right up their ass, no lubrication, making them squeal and yelp as if they were little piglet, and then he would have them beg him for a bed pan, which he would ruthlessly dangle about their outstretched arms.

With the fifteen thousand dollars Jim had saved, he bought a small house in the middle of a swamp in Brooklyn`s Mill Basin. He wanted to be alone and isolated from everything, but he still had to be in New York. He had been born and raised there and he could not leave it. It was the place he knew best.

It was more like a shack than a house, but Jim was very knowledgeable about carpentry and he knew how to use his hands well. He fixed up the little place so it looked very presentable, even though he brought no one there to present it to. Most of the friends he had known before he left for Hollywood five years ago were not around any more, or they were married and had kids, or were dead or in jail or in some other city now.

He saw so much of Hollywood`s perversities, that it had actually disgusted him. He became a kind of hermit, not trusting people, and not wishing to have any contact with anyone, or as little as permitted.

He bought himself an old VW panel truck and fixed it up very nicely. The nearest house to his was over a mile away. And he was still only a half-hour drive from Manhattan, Times Square, Park Avenue, Broadway!

Jim worked on his house and van for a few weeks. He cleaned out his basement and painted it. But he soon ran out of things to do, and he also found that he was running out of money.

He took a drive by himself, all around Brooklyn, and then into Manhattan. When he could just observe the people without interacting with them, he did not mind. It even gave him a feeling of power, watching people without their knowing it, almost like he was watching a movie, just sitting back and watching them, like they were characters on a screen.

Sure, Jim knew that they were real. It was even better than a movie for him because of that. Just listening to a conversation between two girls as he stopped for a light began to excite him. But he would have to move on, the two girls would continue their conversation, and all Jim would be left with was a fleeting memory of their bodies and voices.

He soon began to have fantasies that he was invisible and he could just walk into their houses and observe the people a little better. He would even interfere with them, being in complete control, making them do what he wanted them to.

It was mostly women between the ages of about twelve and thirty that caught Jim`s attention, although a few in their late thirties also had the power to excite him, remembering some of the actresses he used to see.

He now had something to do with his time, although his money problems were starting to catch up with him. Just driving around and then fantasizing about the females he saw was a full-time job.

He found that after a few weeks of doing that, he became more and more violent in his fantasies, doing all sorts of perverted sexual things to the women he saw walk by in the streets, go into houses, or get in taxis.

What was worse, Jim found that his fantasies would now come into his vision, even if he did not try to bring it on. It was getting out of control, and he knew it, but he liked it, and he did nothing to try to stop it.

Soon, he was in the position where he had to contemplate selling his van. He had gone through his whole savings in less then three months, not working or earning any money. He had to do something, but he still wanted to keep doing what he was, driving around and looking and listening to pretty girls and woman, unobserved by them, and then imagine them with their legs spread wide open and their pussies puckering.

Then Jim got a great idea. He had figured out how to do what he wanted and get paid for doing it. He could be close to all of that pussy, listen to what they were saying, and get paid for doing it, while he fantasized about them.

Wow, that redhead is really a goddamn cunt, Jim said to himself as he looked in his rear view mirror. She`s only about fifteen, too, a nice age, young, soft, ripe, not really molded yet, but her thoughts just forming into ideas.

She was at the age where she was just starting to venture out in the world, finally escaping from the hold her parents had on her, maybe just losing her virginity or thinking about losing it.

"Driver, would you go a little slower! Jesus, you`re driving like a maniac. I should report you, you idiot. Well, you`re not going to get a tip from me, stupid. Just slow down."

Jim bit his lip, swallowed a few times and slowed his taxi to a slow roll, letting all of the other cars back up behind him, honking their horns.

"You idiot, where the hell did you ever learn how to drive?"

Jim looked down the rush-hour traffic of Flatbush Avenue. "Look, Miss, either I zip through this traffic, or we crawl like a snail. I didn`t put all of these cars there," Jim said.

"Driver, I don`t care how you get me there. Just get me to Kings Plaza. I don`t have to tell you how to drive. You`re the cab driver, not me," said the nagging, demanding voice of the fifteen year old girl.

"Yes, miss," Jim replied, wishing he could just throw her the fuck out of the taxi and take her money for the fare and a tip, too. The rotten little bitch said I ain`t gonna get a tip, even, like it`s my fault this traffic is like this, Jim said to himself.



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He fingered the .38 he kept at the side of his seat, near the floor. In the four months he had been driving, he had been robbed three times. Since he had the gun, he shot two teenagers trying to rob him and dumped their bodies into the Hudson River, after carrying them in his trunk and letting them out at an embankment along the West Side Highway.

He remembered the wonderful feeling of revenge he felt as the two junkies got on their knees and prayed for their lives. That made up for all the other times he had been taken advantage of.

Now, with the nagging, but beautiful looking teenager sitting in the back seat of his taxi, Jim again felt a tremendous need for revenge. He saw in his mind`s eye, the little bitch, stripped naked, on her knees and begging him for mercy.

He had the gun in his hand, almost without realizing it, one hand on the steering wheel, the other holding the .38, as he drove through the rush hour traffic.

"Hey you, what`s taking so long, huh? I got things to do. My boyfriend is waiting for me. Hurry up, stupid," she yelled.

"Yes, miss, I`m trying," Jim said. He looked ahead of him. Then he noticed that he had been holding his gun. He felt his cock rising in his pants. Should I do it? Should I? I`ve been waiting for this for so long. It`ll be easy, it will. I`ll just take her towards Kings Plaza and then bring her to my house. It`s kind of on the way, he said to himself. No, no, this is different. It`s different than shooting two junkies. They`ll look for her. But how will they find her? No, I can`t. I`ll get my revenge on her tonight. She`ll be lapping up my cream when I jerk off tonight, he said to himself. I just can`t take her. Or can I?

"Hey, is that a gun there? Is that a gun? Are you crazy? Help! Help! You`ll go to jail for this, you maniac! Let me off right here!!!"

Jim`s decision was made for him now. Just be cool and don`t get nervous he said to himself.

He turned around, still rolling along in the rush hour traffic. He pointed the gun at the girl, turning to the front quickly and then stopped the car at a light, near Kings Highway and Flatbush Avenue.

"Hey, are you nuts or something, driver? What`s your name? Jim Gilliam, huh? I`ll report you. Driving around with a gun. It`s not funny," she said, chattering away rapidly, not yet aware of just who Jim was, he said to himself.

"Get the fuck out of the back, bitch!" Jim said in a slow, but forceful voice.

Her eyes bulged out in fear. Jim felt his cock yearning for freedom. She was terrified of him, he saw.

"Huh?" she stammered.

"Get in the front seat. Hurry up, bitch, or I`ll put another fucking hole in your cunt! Move!" Jim was proud of himself for the forceful manner he found in himself.

Terrified, the girl did as he said, getting out of the taxi and then into the front seat. People were starting to honk him. Another cab pulled up beside him and looked in, to his left, on his side. Jim winked at him, and looked at the girl.

"Some guys get all the luck," the other driver told him and drove off.

Jim looked at the young girl sitting next to him. A few moments ago, she was a screaming little virago, yelling at him, calling him stupid, treating him as if he were some inanimate object like the Hollywood actresses used to. Now, she was quiet as a mouse, looking at him with fear, and respect, even.

She never expected me to be so forceful, the little bastard. Now she`ll know that I ain`t some flunky stooge she`s been yelling at, he said to himself.

He continued to point the gun at her, but held it low.

"Wh-where are you taking me, sir?" she said in a passive, weak little voice.

He smiled proudly at her.

"Damn fucking right, you better call me sir, you little bitch. What the fuck ever gave you the right to yell at me like I was a piece of shit?"

"I`m sorry, Please, I was just mad. I didn`t mean it. Please, let me go. I`ll give you a big tip and I`ll never tell anyone, sir. Please?"

Jim glared at her. Was she serious? Would she really not report him? No, he was no idiot, he told himself. He had already gone this far. His gun was out. If he let her go now, it would be a definite jail sentence, he told himself.

Wait a second. This is what I`ve been waiting for, this is it, he told himself, his eyes gleaming at the realization. The fact that this was really happening, the fact that he had one of those beautiful little cunts sitting at his side, listening to his every word, now hit him like a sledgehammer. This is no fantasy, he told himself.

`This is real!" he said out loud.

"Er, excuse me," she said, her voice and face showing her fear.

Jim glared at her again. He realized he had just blurted out those words, making her even more scared, thinking he was some real sicko, talking to himself. That didn`t bother him, though.

"Don`t say one more fucking word!" he told her, still enraged at how he had been talked to before by her and others like hen He felt tingles of pride and joy shooting all through his body, sensing the enormous power he held in his hand, knowing that this redheaded girl would be the first victim of his revenge.

He poked the nozzle of the gun into her ribs to further back up his command.

"Ohh, ohhh, please, please," she whimpered.

He poked her again, and she whimpered even more. He laughed, seeing how much power he held over her, making her cry and beg already. And he hadn`t even started on her.



SocietySM lures the famously beautiful and hard-core Shyla Stylez into the studio for five hours of torment and pleasure...we rarely come across models who look this good and can take every bit of what we bring to them...but we find that Shyla is the real fucking thing...We interview Shyla and find out that she has always been a sex freak...willing to try anything twice...and bondage is something she thinks about often...we have her strip for us...then she is directed to gag herself...then steel cuffs on her ankles and wrists...Shyla waits, anxious and helpless as the Pope enters the scene...and what would you do? yes...he goes right for her huge tits which end up getting lots of attention throughout the shoot...he reties her limbs with with rope after slapping her around...he leans her back against a wooden column and ties her toes to her tits...Shyla is stunned as he breaks out the vibrator and holds it against her clit...it isnt long before she cums...and cums again and again...this girl is ready to be dommed...in the next scene, her legs are spread, her hands are pulled above her head and she can only watch as the Pope ties her tits again and pulls them around the column...then electricl clamps on her nipples...TENS pads on her inner thighs, and an elecric vibrator to fuck her her...Shyla screams and cums..the mix of pain and pleasure is delightful...then we tie her with her ass up..she sucks a dildo as the Pope whips her ass...then he fucks it with a dildostick...the dildo plunges in all the way and disappears inside her pussy...in the next scene, Shyla is tied on a chair...her legs are spread, her wrists and neck are locked into a steel yoke and u-bolts cinch down on each huge breast...she can barely move as the Pope holds the vibrator on her cunt for orgasm after orgasm...in the last scene, Shyla is laid out on a wooden box...the Pope uses a blow torch on a candle to rain hot-wax down on her helpless body...he stuffs her head into a stocking and wraps tape through her mouth...Shyla drifts away into subspace as the wax continues to cover her tits, tummy and pussy...Shyla will be back...
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