Barbara Moore - Mission Improbable - Episode 9
He holds Barbara closely and feels her mould herself against him, pressing her breasts tight against his ribs. She locks her thighs around his and presses her sex against his leg, her hips moving, riding his thigh. She is wet against him. He knows he has her soul now and could probably get the answers he needs from her with little more effort. He senses that a relationship has been built with the brunette, that she has almost become one with him, but he can’t be certain. Is it the blonde or is it him that is driving her reactions? If it is him, This is new and he wants to experience this further. The more she depends on him the more complete will be the information he can extract, he reasons. With care and skill he can work this three-way dynamic to his advantage in more than one way.
He watches the blonde still bent forward by the strappado pressure on her shoulders. Still held on her toes by the rope slitting her sex. She is staring at him with hatred but her eyes keep flicking to her dark charge. Is she losing her lover to him? She seems worried. It appears he has driven his wedge, but he knows there will be a time soon to bring the brunette back to her protector.
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He removes the brunette’s gag, reaches for a bottle and lets her drink. She gulps the water deeply and some runs from her mouth, down over her breasts. She regards him warily but appreciatively. He smiles at her implied thanks, then thrusts the gag back roughly and binds it with her thong. He takes two straps and binds Barbara’s arms behind her. Like the blonde’s. He knows what she is thinking, as she silently acquiesces to the binding of her wrists. “Don’t bend me like Siss. Please.”
He picks up his cane and steers her towards a timber frame, something like a sawhorse, in the corner of the room. Barbara sees it has an angled top and she hears him tell her to mount the horse as he taps the hard edge with the cane. She can’t stop herself. In her mind she hears herself say, “you don’t need your cane, I can manage it very well on my own,” and wonders at the formality of her thought. He cannot hear her through the gag but he knows she has accepted his command.
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As he steadies her, she leans into him and raises her leg over the frame, placing herself astride it, her feet comfortably on the floor, her bound hands on the sharp edge of the top for support. She feels his body leave her but his hands stray down her flank, then down her leg and to grasp her left ankle and tie it to an eyebolt. Up her leg, across her buttocks and down her right leg. His hands don’t leave her. Right ankle tied. She can feel her legs spread wide apart but the ropes are left slack and she has movement, enough to clench her thighs against the sloping sides of the angled top.
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She hears a quiet hum and feels the edge of the horse rise between her legs. Slowly, slowly until she is standing on the balls of her feet, her buttocks clenched to stop the sharply angled edge from forcing its way between her globes and into her sex. He leaves it there for a minute or two and watches her buttocks as they try to fight the invading edge. Her hands can push against the horse but he ties her wrists together so they are behind her hips. With her buttocks now exposed he gives her three quick cuts with the cane. She clenches her buttocks tightly in response but the moment she relaxes them he raises the horse a few inches further forcing her onto her toes.
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Her buttocks clenching rhythmically now. Calves and thighs straining as she pushes with her toes, arse quivering. Fighting to stop the invasion. Hands behind her back no longer able to help to hold it back. He pauses and watches her erotic little dance then raises the horse some more. She works her legs trying to keep contact with the floor through her toes but she can no longer feel it. Without the final support her toes give she feels her thighs lose their grip on the sloping sides of the horse and the edge begins to force its way towards her slit.
Siss watches too, intently. Through the pain in her shoulders and the nip of the rope on her clit she can feel Barbara fighting the horse. Barbara feels the intruding edge against her labia and she feels his hands stray on to her belly across her shaven mons then his fingers gently part the lips of her sex.
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He can see the contradictory expressions cross her face. She feels herself wanting the fingers and tries to raise herself to them but, as her labia part, she feels the horse invade. There is pressure through her sex, between her legs and across her anus now. He ties a rope to her wrists and pulls her arms back, her hands away from the horse. Her clenching buttocks tire, her toes barely touch, she slouches forward, head hanging. All her weight forces her sex harder against the horse’s back. She feels the pressure and the pain.
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He leaves her now and she raises her head slowly and watches him go back to the blonde. Her body wants to follow but can’t. Barbara sees him lower Siss’s arms and help her straighten. He takes the remaining clamp from the blonde’s bruised and distended nipple. Barbara’s eyes widen as she sees him peel the rope from between the blonde’s legs and see the wetness Siss’s sex left there. He drags the blonde to Barbara’s horse, releases her bound arms from behind her back, then swiftly, before she can resist, he cuffs her to the horse. He carefully positions Siss so that her chin rests on the horse’s back, her face just a few inches from Barbara’s cloven sex. Siss can see the spread labia of the young woman she is charged by The Agency to guide and protect and how the edge penetrates so deeply. She casts her eyes upward and they lock with Barbara’s. For a brief moment the two of them are transfixed. Siss hisses, “Be strong my darling. Be strong.”
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Pp has gathered up his treasured whip once more and he steps back and lazily swings his favourite. The tip cuts Barbara’s buttock and she feels herself roll forward away from the bite, forcing herself harder onto the edge. He flicks her nipple and she rolls back. His whip bites her buttocks again. Forwards, pressure, pain. Her mons now and she rolls back, not easing her suffering but relocating it...pressure and pain through her perineum and anus. He works her body. Her nipples and mons roll her back. A bite on her shoulder, her buttock rolls her forward and into her pain all over again. A bite on her hips and she is forced to roll her hips, twisting her pelvis, grinding herself against the penetrating edge of the horse. Her legs kick against the ropes on her ankles but that only succeeds in grinding her slit harder against the unrelenting edge.
She is whimpering through her gag, the cloth now wet from her saliva. Siss feels the sobs pulsing through Barbara’s body and watches with foreboding as his cock grows harder still. Barbara's labia and clit are bruised now and each time she is rolled forward by his ministrations the agony is more exquisite and she feels it just as much as he rolls her back.
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A look of satisfaction crosses his face. He knows she is breaking, the moment has come and he coils the whip as he moves close. Waiting. Professional experience tells him the next few moves are crucial. His hands on her body continue the whip’s work. He keeps her dancing. Forwards to pain, exquisite. Back and it changes. No relief. Forwards. Back. And she shakes her head, a look of frenzy on her face, almost screaming into the gag. Now, he thinks, as he tears the thong away and rips out the blonde's knickers and she gasps, moans loudly and then the words flow. “No Barb. No,” Siss pleads desperately, but Barbara can’t stop. The breaking point has been reached. He clicks a tape recorder and, with his lips close to hers he leads her along. “Talk to me, Barbara. Talk to your confidant, your only friend. Tell Pp. You know you want to tell me everything. You need to tell me.” And he has it all now. She talks and talks, the whole story. The real reason for their visit, their contacts, the plans, everything.
He releases Barbara’s wrists, unties her ankles and wraps his arms around her as he eases her sex off its sharp saddle and right leg up onto the horse’s back. She feels him rock hard against her leg as his arms embrace her. His hands caress her breast. Her nipples are tight, high, eager and his fingers roll them as they erect. He pinches them gently and he feels her push her arse back against his erection. He unzips his flies and exposes his hard cock. She feels his erection pressing between her buttocks against her anus.
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“You wouldn't! No! Please, don't ...” she looks confused. The torture, her desire so recently wakened in the hotel room. Why is she so aroused? “ohhhhh ... I don't know. I need release. Yes, do it ... I want it, but not there, too tight, the other place.” And he hears her drawn out “yessssssssss, there" as she arches her back and opens to him. He reaches enough to release Siss’s cuffs and feels her push her head in close to Barbara’s sex. Close to where his cock is penetrating her charge, her lover. She thrusts her tongue towards Barbara’s open sex and he feels it on the brunette’s clit just above his cock. He watches as she focuses her gaze on Siss’s bobbing head, and tears fall on the blonde’s back as she strains forward. “Its OK Barb. Its OK. Don’t worry,” Siss mumbles into Barbara’s wet cunt.”
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As Pp thrusts himself into Barbara he feels the blonde move her body so she can ride her sex against the brunette’s knee, smearing her juices as she rides. Barbara is moving between them, pushing herself hard onto his cock and then forward against Siss’s flicking, probing tongue. The movements of the brunette and the sight of the blonde working her with lips and tongue, riding herself on Barbara’s knee have him so aroused, so very close, but he holds back and lets the young women set the rhythm. The brunette twines the fingers of one hand into the blonde’s hair and reaches behind with the other to pull him to her. He feels the tempo lift from both women then louder, drawn out moans from both. He sees Siss’s body quiver against her charge’s knee and her teeth nip the brunette’s clit as the blonde begins to come. The brunette’s cunt spasms around his cock as she orgasms and, with three hard thrusts, he joins them and empties himself into Barbara’s wetness.
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