Chapter One

 

Kara walked slowly along the edge of the beach, letting the waves lap around her toes. She held her back straight, though now and again she would pause, half turn towards the ocean, and raise her hand to comb her fingers through her hair, easing the long brown tendrils from her tanned face.

And if those occasions tended to be in the vicinity of attractive men, who would be instantly drawn to her raising her arm up and back - and the impact that had on thrusting her breasts out more obviously, well... coincidence.

Her breasts were obvious, to begin with anyway. Especially in the small black cups of her bikini top. She was not exactly busty, but on the other hand, she wasn't much smaller than where that term would be applied.

Her skin glistened slightly from the sunscreen as she continued on. And the men - and some women - who admired her front turned to follow her with their eyes, and admire her rear too. She was wearing a low-riding thong, little more than a tiny, inverted triangle of fabric in front, descending from two thin straps which curved diagonally up across her hips. In the back, the inverted triangle, of course, was much smaller and lay neatly at the top of her buttocks.

She knew exactly what she looked like from behind. She'd taken pictures and videos of herself from all directions, often naked, others in bikinis and lingerie. She knew they were watching her, knew they were lusting after her, and wallowed in it.

No sign of that happiness touched her face, though, as she continued to stroll along as if she was thinking only of what a lovely summer day it was, how warm the ocean waters were, how blue the sky, and how warm the sun.

She stopped and bent over to pick up a shell, then carried on.

She made her way off the beach. There were more people along the boardwalk anyway, and many eyes followed her as she strolled over to one of the kiosks and bought a Popsicle. She smiled inwardly, then strolled down the beach.

She licked the Popsicle lightly, occasionally sliding it through her lips to suck - usually as she passed a group of men. Most tried not to stare. But she got her share of leers and licked lips and kissy faces, which, of course, she ignored.

Uncouth people. Honestly!

Now and then a man, or sometimes two, would walk alongside her and try to promote themselves as bed partners. Oh, not openly, of course, but that was what they were doing. They were, for the most part, attractive, and often muscular. Probably because it took a measure of self-confidence to approach a girl like her.

She was very nearly a Ten, she thought. Why would she even consider allowing some Five or Six to get their hands on her body? A Seven? Possible, if he had some very good qualities, including a lot of money and a big cock.

Perhaps. If she was feeling generous.

She measured the men who approached her, found them wanting, and smoothly disentangled herself from them. She had very high standards. And why shouldn't she? She was worth a lot, and knew it. There were men who had merely passed her today, filled their minds with the memory of her beautiful figure and lovely face, and would masturbate to it tonight.

That didn't bother her at all. She loved the thought of turning guys on, loved that they would find her the most attractive girl they'd seen today, loved that they'd fantasize about being with her.

Her silky brown hair was parted in the middle, flowing in perfect order down around her softly, rounded oval face. Her eyes were enormous brown wells of soft feminine calm over a slender nose and full, sensual lips.

Yes, men would remember her, and no few women. The men would lust after her, the women would fume jealously that they didn't look like her. She delighted in both.

More men sidled up alongside her, trying out their pick-up lines, trying to evidence a smoothness and confidence which would attract her interest. A few of them were possibles, but honestly, it was so hard to choose given how little she had to go by. A handsome face and nice chest might have a tiny cock down below. A smooth confidence might turn into eager, clumsy rutting once she was naked.

It's too bad men didn't come with reviews she could read to determine how well they fit into her requirements. So many were disappointing, after all. Kara wanted what she wanted, and saw no reason to compromise.

Besides, it was such a disappointment to get a man home and discover he was a dud, rather like unwrapping a big Christmas present and finding little inside but empty air. And then it was so difficult to get rid of them afterward.

She made her way to the parking lot, a bit disappointed, but also relieved. Picking up a guy was always stressful, given the likelihood of him being less than acceptable. She wouldn't go to their place for that was too dangerous. Taking them to her place let them know where she lived. And that simply wouldn't do. So something else had to be arranged. And that something did not include cheap motels.

She wanted home-field advantage for any liaison, somewhere she could be confident of what was around her. Kara demonstrated an utter confidence to the world, but inside she was anything but. She was wary, distrustful, and pessimistic.

Most men were cretins. And there was a narrow line between finding one with confidence and finding one with arrogance. Discerning which men were strong as opposed to tough was even harder. Tough men could be violent. Men who were strong generally weren't. At least, not unless provoked.

And however disappointed she might find them she would let no sign of that appear on her face. She would smile and talk lightly and disinterestedly with them as long as she had to. She would put up a good front. If necessary, she would satisfy their sexual needs, then disappear into the night.

It was rarely difficult, after all. She could make most men orgasm in a very few minutes.

There was a little squeak from the gleaming black sports car ahead and she walked over to it and got in. It was a Miata, a car she thought was delightfully cute - yet not expensive given she'd bought it used. She'd thought about getting red, but honestly, red was for blondes, and she found the black to be more mysterious.

She wanted men to find her erotic and mysterious, not a brazen slut like so many blondes here in California. She could be seduced if she wanted to be, but she threw herself at no one. Men would have to work to win her favor.

She had thrown a blanket down on the driver's seat in anticipation of what the sun would do to the interior. Now she started the car and let the roof rise up and back, sinking into the space behind the seats. The car was a two-seater, impractical, but sexy, not to mention fun to drive.

She didn't bother to dress before pulling out. That let the men she passed on the road get an eyeful, as well. The Miata sat low on the road, which meant most of the cars she passed could look down into it.

Few cars passed her. Kara liked to drive fast, and the slow lane was a place she rarely strayed into. She pressed a button on the steering wheel and a small door opened on the console, revealing the radar detector discretely hidden behind it. She'd gotten that courtesy of a mechanic she'd allowed into her bed for a brief liaison.

He was good with his hands, but unfortunately, more under the hood of a car than under the sheets.

She glided along, the Miata purring softly beneath her. When she was further from the beach she reluctantly reached across to the passenger seat and lifted up a colorful pullover, sliding her arms through it and letting it fall down over her head, then down her body.

She didn't want people to think she was showing off, after all. A bikini away from the beach was simply not appropriate too far from it. She'd look like someone desperate for attention.

Santa Monica was a ridiculously small city, one of many which still dotted the coast in and around Los Angeles. It was about fifteen blocks long and half that wide. She took the freeway east until she was some miles further from the water. She left the freeway, curving in and out of traffic as she headed for her apartment building.

She was on the top floor of the seven-story building. That didn't make it a penthouse, by any means. This was a middle-class building in a middle-class neighborhood. What the top floor did give her was relative peace - since there were no upstairs neighbors, and privacy, in her corner unit.

She dropped her beach gear by the door and yawned as she went inside. She headed straight for the bathroom, showering off the sunscreen and sand. She carefully brushed out her hair, then headed into the kitchen to make an iced tea.

With that, she wandered out to the balcony, still naked. She enjoyed being naked. It reminded her of how hot and sexy she was. The balcony wasn't huge, but she'd put a futon against the wall, and a shelf unit with four shelves filled with plants. There were more plants and flowers on the floor on either side of her futon, and cozy strings of lighting for sitting out here at night.

The railing was metal, and below that tinted glass. This let her lean against the rail, her breasts pressed against the side, her arms along the top of the rail, and watch people and cars go back and forth below. LA was a very big city. It had to have lots of great men worthy of her. Unfortunately, it had far more duds who would make her life miserable.

Finding the diamonds in the rough was a difficult task, but she had patience. She wasn't going to wind up with some alcoholic with a bad shave living in a trailer somewhere. She had a good job with excellent promotional potential and top-notch health care and sick benefits.

And she had the boys.

She turned back and went inside.

The condo had two bedrooms. The second bedroom served as her exercise room - in more ways than one. It did have a yoga mat, loose weights, and an exercise cycle. It also had a pair of cameras on tripods. Overhead, several O-rings had been driven into the ceiling. There were hooks strategically located along the walls.

She opened the drawer of the cabinet and took out a pair of studded leather restraints, fitting them to her wrists. Another pair went around her ankles. She walked over to check on the cameras, then pulled one of the machines which sat in the corner over, positioning it and plugging it into the wall.

She checked the cameras again to ensure the machine was out of sight, then rolled another machine over and positioned it. This one was lower but had two thick and one thin stainless steel arms protruding up and out. She angled these arms towards the wall, then found a pair of hollow dildos to fit over the first few inches. She coated each with lubricant, then measured their distance from the wall.

She checked the cameras again, then returned to the cabinet. She plucked from it a pair of nipple clips, then reached down and placed them over her already erect nipples, tightening them as hard as she could stand.

She took out another clip, like the others, with teeth coated in rubber, then bent over, spreading the lips of her sex and placing the jaws on either side of her clitoris. She tightened this one considerably less than she had the first two.

It ached, throbbing dully.

She took the hood out of the cabinet and slipped it over her head. It was black and made of Velcro. It covered her entire head and slipped down around her neck. She could see through the stretched fabric, if imperfectly. Enough, at any rate. She took the ball-gag from the cabinet and worked the round silver ball into her mouth, then pulled the straps around behind her head and buckled them. Then she took the studded leather collar from the cabinet and fastened it around her neck.

There was a hinged bar on the wall. She lifted it up and locked it in place. It was three feet long, and now pushed out about twenty inches from the wall. She pressed her hips against it, then spread her legs to the appropriate limit to lower herself in position.

Gauging that carefully she then attached a pair of elasticized cords to her ankle restraints. She moved to one side, and then attached the other end of the first one to her exercise cycle. She moved back into position, then spread her other leg wide, stretching the first cord so she could bend over to the left and attach the other end of the second cord to the cabinet.

She straightened, testing the limits of the elastic cords. They did not hold her ankles firmly, but they would appear to on camera.

She bent way over and picked up the remote for the cameras, turning them on, then dropped it and picked up the remote for the first machine. The two dildos began to move slowly in and out. She bent forward, her arms rising up along the wall, and positioned herself so that they began to prod at both her pussy and her ass.

She felt her juices starting to bubble on the inside as she eased her hips in and back, letting the things move deeper and deeper. Her breathing became more ragged around the ball and her pulse rate picked up. She moaned as the thick dildos drove higher inside her, the fires beginning to rise with them.

She reached behind her and adjusted the third of the arms. This one was slender, the thickness of a pencil. It had a small silver ping-pong ball on the tip which vibrated powerfully. She adjusted that arm until the ball was against her clitoris, where it rubbed up and down, side to side, and around and around.

She had hung a pair of thin, elastic cords from hooks in the wall before her. Now she attached the first to the clip now biting into her clitoris with a delicious sense of ache, then drew it forward and attached its other end to a hook in the wall. The second one attached to her nipple rings. She pulled the center forward, stretching it, making her wince, but sliding it over another hook on the wall.

Finally, she reached up to the longer cord she'd hung from a higher hook, drew it down, stretching it, and attaching it to her wrist restraints.

All done, she let her arms rise as if pulled by the cord, wriggled her hips, and sighed as she went as still as possible to exult in the dark, depraved hunger of what she was experiencing.

And what men who watched the videos would experience.

The thought of men watching her like this and becoming filled with lust and heat drove her own arousal, her own excitement on. Then the machine pushed the dildos deeper and deeper and she moaned as the heat rose within her. The one in her pussy was thickest, and moved fastest.

The one in her bottom moved slower and was more slender, but even longer than the other. And then there was the little ball rubbing against her clitoris while buzzing away at her.

One of the cameras was on her left so it would see her in profile, especially her breasts, which were slightly distorted, pulled out by the clips biting into her nipples. It would also, of course, see the cord which reached up to the clip around her clitoris, the clip which squeezed it firmly out so the ball could rub so firmly against it.

Kara shuddered as the heat rolled up her body, she lowered her forehead to the wall, gasping as the hard, deep thrust of the dildo in her belly made her insides ache. Her hips tried to roll back against it, and against the vibrating ball rubbing against her, but every move she made tugged her against the clips and made her gasp and moan.

The timer clicked away and now the second machine, on her right, began to hum. It had started life as a baseball throwing machine for those who wanted to practice hitting balls. The little arm now had a strap on the end, and so when it suddenly swept around hard and fast the strap rose and flew across to snap stingingly at her buttocks.

She cried out at the blow, but the stinging did not soften the heat gripping her. Instead, it aroused her more. She could see little with the hood over her eyes and her forehead pressed against the wall. She let her mind float free, imagining she was in a dungeon being tortured by cruel white slavers, perhaps Arabs.

Crack!

The strap swung again, then again, then again.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Each blow made her cry out, her body flinching, jerking against the clips, her breasts wobbling. But the stinging little jolts of pain were secondary to the heat enveloping her as the dildo continued to thrust deep into her belly and the vibrator made her sex burn with a scalding heat.

The first orgasm hit, and she screamed around the gag, screamed at the top of her lungs, uninhibited, filled with heat and passion and pleasure as she was pounded by the dildo - or, in her mind, by the cruel captors thrusting themselves into her helpless body.

The orgasm felt like being caught in an electrical storm, only the electricity ripped through her body, making her muscles spasm and her nerve endings crackle, filled her with a dazed, mind-blowing sense of ecstasy.

She trembled and shook, crying out again and again as the orgasm overloaded her nervous system and filled her with a feverish sense of pleasure and heat. It flared wildly inside her to the point she became light-headed from lack of breath.

The strap snapped down across her bottom repeatedly, the little arm swinging slowly around until it got into position, then snapping forward hard, to slash the strap across her buttocks. Each jolt of pain pushed back minutely against the heat, but then the excitement in her mind at being whipped! made it grow again.

For in her mind that was exactly what was happening. She was feverish, intoxicated with the passion and heat, her mind filled with sexual fantasies as she was pounded and the stinging little bites of the clips made let her drop herself into the dark fantasy of being a sex slave.

The orgasm slowly faded away, but left her dazed, gasping, and still in heat as the dildos continued to thrust into her, as the vibrator continued to grind against her clitoris, as her nipples burned. She moaned and then pulled her head back, tugging her wrists down against the elastic cord. She freed one momentarily, her hand dropping down between her legs to release the clip there.

Her wrist quickly rose again, and she clipped the cord to it, then lay her forehead against the wall once again. The ache between her legs faded away, leaving a sense of deep relief. But the nerve endings were even more tender, even more sensitive than usual. And now the vibrating little ball had unrestricted access.

The pleasure rose like a rocket and swamped her mind. She cried out again and again as another orgasm ripped apart her mind. Then another as she trembled and shook in the throes of animal hunger and need.

She moaned and pulled down her wrists again, undoing the elastic cord. She removed the clips from her nipples, wincing, and then gripped the bar pressed against her hips, jerking it up and back so she could slide her body forward.

She slipped off the dildos, panting, and moved away, then turned them off. She groaned as she turned off the cameras, then took off the collar and peeled the hood up and off.

The orgasms left her a little dazed, but she was recovering. She would have to edit the videos, and then she could put them online to arouse all the men who loved to watch her.

Flaunting her body this way turned her on immensely, and was extremely satisfying in more ways than one. She certainly didn't get to do it in real life much. She was very selective in her lovers, and they were generally much more interested in grabbing her, throwing her down, and doing what they wanted to sit back and admire her.

They didn't appreciate her beauty and sexiness the way the men online did. The men online left her many messages about how sexy and beautiful she was. Some of them were sweet. Some of them were eager. Some were obscene. And of that latter category, some were just plain nasty, telling her what they would like to do to her.

Those were the ones that turned her on the most.