by Guy Strangeways

Illustration by Robert Bishop

Originally Published in Bondage World No. 2

Scanned and Transcribed by guardian46w

Story Codes: M/f, bdsm, n/cons, kidnap, rope, gag, train, punish, oral, climax, X

Frankie and Annette were lovers.  That much was certain that hot summer day when things began to get really boss-keeno out on Party Beach.

As sexy Annette Jellofunni sizzled in the summer sunshine, her trim tanned flesh fricaseeing in a fondue of coconut suntan oil and hot girl-sweat, she dreamed of her perfect life ahead.  She'd marry Frankie Catalina, who'd become a doctor or a lawyer, and they'd have 2.7 children, a white picket fence, and El Dorado, and go to Aruba every spring and Vail every winter, just as they'd always dreamed.

But, what Annette didn't know was that her really fabo-bosso bitchin' dreams were not to be.  Fate had something more interesting in store for the big-breasted brunette.  Something neither her simple imagination, nor her simple one-piece swimsuit could contain or control.

Annette was being watched.  High on a bluff overlooking the beach, a faint flicker of blinding light twinkled from two ground-glass, Swiss lenses fitted into blackened steel rims of combat paratrooper field glasses.  The glasses were trained on Annette, and their owner was looking forward to training her.  Training her to obey!

The man behind the glasses was called Talon Von Bottonfly, and he was a man of very definite opinions.  For example, he believed in black leather, and wore it always, even in the hot summertime sun.  talon believed that for every drop of rain that fell, there would be more mud in the world, and since he liked mud almost as much as he liked leather, this was okay by him, too.

But most stringently of all, Talon Von Buttonfly believed that saucy former teen-queen college co-eds like the buxom Annette were undisciplined.  Unruly.  Untrained.  And, being a gorgeous, giving, caring, real-people sort of person, Talon had volunteered his life to educating the little bitches in the finer points of discipline and obedience.

He did this in his hilltop castle, which was conveniently situated near Party Beach, from whose sweltering sands most of his trainees were recruited.  They did not come willingly, but young women were well known as an irresponsible lot, and if they disappeared for a few days the general opinion was that they were off rutting like gerbils with some surfer slug, and no alarm was raised.

Indeed, the very irresponsibility that made them easy targets of Talon's attentions was what he sought to change.  He changed his women with reason, logic, and the force of his intellect.  And when that didn't work, he used whips, rope, leather straps, dildos, clamps, balms, and unguents of all description.  Over the years, Talon had accumulated an irreplaceable collection of woman–training devices.  They were all well–used on bustling bimbos like Annette.  And now he made his plans for her capture and eventual confinement in his dungeon of delights.

Slinking down the cliff face at sunset, he slipped a small tablet into Annette's cherry coke where it sat in its insulated styrofoam mug by her towel.  She was off splashing in the surf, of course, and he could see the fading rays of orange sunlight bouncing over the wet, undulating mounds of breast flesh that jostled up and almost out of her skimpy suit.  Perfect, he thought.  Those were perfect.  And the well-rounded ass that was now being spanked by the waves would soon find more forceful contact with his own hard palm!

He hid up in a deserted lifeguard station and looked down as she sipped the last of her drink and reclined on her towel in the dusk.  It took only a few moments for the powerful drug to have its effects, and Annette was soon scooped up in her towel, slipped over Talon's shoulder, and carried off into the darkness with nobody else the wiser.  Her date with discipline had begun.

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"Good evening, Miss Jellofunni.  Glad to see you're back among us.  Welcome to my home."

Talon Von Buttonfly vaguely Germanic accent echoed through the stone chamber, and wormed its way into Annette's consciousness.  She tried to move, but found to her increasing panic that she could not.  Straps, wide black leather straps with locking buckles, held her wrists widely stretched to the corners of the cold granite slab on which she lay, and it seemed that another pair of the confining cowhide manacles held her ankles in a similarly risque position at the other end.  She was bound spread-eagled, vulnerable, and totally trapped.

"Who… who are you?  And what are you doing to me?  I mean, like, this is very, very, uncool, daddy-o!  Just wait till Frankie hears about this!" Annette blustered, trying bravado where physical strain had failed.  But the power of Talon's will was as strong as his leather, and her taunts fell on deaf ears and a cold, cold mind.

"I am your teacher, slut.  I am here to teach you humility and subservience.  I am here to teach you that your waists are not made of gold and your big tits do not give you a free ticket to life.  I am here to put you in your proper place...  at my feet, kissing my boot, worshiping my body, rubbing those gigantic boobs of yours up and down my stiff scepter like a proper little beach-slave slut should," Von Buttonfly boomed.  Then he paused, and a cruel smile curled the lower lip of his masterful mouth.

"And now the training begins!"

So saying, Talon reached out and touched someone's tits; Annette's to be exact.  He gripped the flaming red fabric of her skin-tight suit with two hands, pinching the tender flesh that lay beneath it, and gripped the twin mounds of the young girl's breast as if he were molding clay into an image of his own perverse liking.

Annette squealed in shock as much as in pain.  Even Frankie, whose roving hands were well known to the girls of C.  Checker University for their invading fingers and teasingly painful pinches, had never intruded so deeply into her sacred grounds.  She felt violated, used, invaded and totally powerless.  Talon knew this, and indeed intended just such feelings.  He knew they were the first steps toward the humility and submission that were his eventual psychological goals.

Never letting up on his grip, he shifted his fingers to slide the filmy spandex fabric together in his palms, and then a massive yank that lifted the girl's shoulders bounds back off the slab which held them captive.  Something had to give, and the something that gave was the swimsuit.  It ripped off of Annette in two torn circles of springy cloth, leaving behind a heaving duet of girl flesh that pouted proudly out at him and inflamed him all the more.  God, but they were magnificent!  Pink!  Flesh!  Ripe!  Rippling!  And all his!

Quickly, and to Annette's initial revulsion, the hot wet mouth of the master punisher was down on her ripening nipples, sucking them, biting them, and bringing a whole new set of sensations to her body.  These were sensations that the young girl couldn't understand.  Here she was, tied, helpless, kidnapped by an evil ogre, being violently violated...  and her pussy was getting wet!

Before she could even begin to consider the ramifications of this amazing discovery, Talon Von Buttonfly, had moved his roving mouth down the tear in her suit, pulling the fabric along with the ridge of his nose as his wet, probing tongue explored the ridge of her lower chest, dove quickly into her cute 'innie' navel, and pounced on her bucking belly before moving, teasingly, to the upper edge of her pubic mound.

Annette could hardly contain herself!  Was the beast going to actually pass lower, and bodily taste where no man, and certainly not Frankie, had ever tasted before?

Golly-gosh, but she hoped so!

"No, my pupil.  Not yet.  You haven't earned that just yet.  You are a spoiled young slut who believes that every pleasure in life is owed to you by a world that worships your beauty.  I am here to teach you another reality, one in which pleasures are earned, not owed, and in which there are prices to pay.

"Your price shall be pain, and I am just as sure that you will enjoy the eventual pleasures with all of the nasty eroticism in your body, as I am that the pain you pay will be rejected as impossible by your pride-ful mind.  However, as we proceed the pleasure and pain will merge into one cause and effect relationship, and you will learn that the price and the prize are two sides of the same golden coin.  Prepare for the pain, bitch!  Prepare for it, and prepare for the pleasures it buys!"

And so saying, Talon reached down and ripped the last shreds of modesty and swimsuit from Annette's bound body, looked down on the shining tanned flesh of his captive, and reached for the lever below the slab's upper lip.  With a mighty yank, the Master pulled the huge metal handle, and a creaking humming noise heralded the action of the sinister machinery within the slab itself.

Annette felt herself being lifted by her shackles until she was fully suspended a good three feet over the slab, her body a taut wire in mid air, held by her leather bound ankles and wrists.  The stanchions to which the straps were connected began to move as well, tumbling end over end and flipping the young woman over so that she was facing down, her huge tits hanging like over ripened fruit from a curvaceous, sun-tanned tree.

Talon reached over to give them each a vicious pinch on their rock hard nipples, and then allowed the machinery to lower her back to the slab, and pull her tighter across it, using a rack-like stretching pull that had been in the vocabulary of torture since Torquemada himself.  Now her voluptuous ass was laid out like a banquet before a starving man, and Talon dug right in.

First he gripped the beautiful cheeks in each hand, driving hard fingers into the tender, firm flesh.  Annette squealed loudly again, prompting Talon to pick up a large, ugly black rubber plug mounted on a cold rubber strap.  He moved to the head of the bondage bed, and lifted Annette's face up to stare into his cold, yet somehow sexy eyes.

"Noise is not on the program, pupil.  This will silence your protests nicely, and also prepare your mouth to receive whatever else I may decide to insert."

With a hearty yet chilling laugh, he held her face up with one hand by her long, lustrous black hair.  Annette clamped her jaw tightly, trying to resist the oral intrusion, but a quick pinch of her nostrils made breathing more important than screaming, and her gasping, open mouth was soon filled with the stifling and humiliating gag.  The strap was tied tightly behind her head, and she was at last prepared for her punishment and her pain.

SWAP!  The long, flexible leather paddle strap, almost five inches wide and over three feet in length, delivered it message to her bouncing bottom.  WHACK!  The paddle fell again, leaving a wide red stripe of punished flesh and bringing a new sweaty sheen to Annette's brow and body.  WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!  Again Talon punished the naughty girl's buttocks with spanking pain far beyond any childhood punishment memories.

Inside herself, Annette was confused, humiliated, and yet somehow excited!  She never got this way when Frankie mauled her at the beach!  What was going on her, anyhow?  Oh my gosh, but her butt was hurt!  It burned and stung so very, very bad, and the stretching of her helpless body made her so frustrated and ashamed.  But through her film of red pain that washed over her, there was a glowing hotness, and if she didn't know better, she'd almost believe that...

"You're wet, whore!  I knew you'd be wet!  Talon had stopped the whipping for a moment, and run his rough fingers down the clenched furrow of her buttocks to find her soft female folds where they flexed under their dark downy fur.  He stroked for just a moment, then brought his hand around in front of her face.  It was soaked!

Even before being confronted with the evidence of her own eroticism, Annette somehow knew that she was changing.  She knew that her mind and soul were finally becoming the woman that her body had promised to be for a few years now.  She was assembling all the parts of her sexuality and her personality and bringing them into synchronization with her lush flesh.

"Mmmmmm!  Mmmmmmghhmmmmmm!" she struggled to tell her not master of her discoveries, and Talon, with all of his experience and wisdom, knew it was time to let her hear her own words telling her own truth.  He pulled the soaking rubber plug from her mouth, and let her spit out the very facts of her existence itself.

"I understand!  I see!  I really do see, Master!  No more spoiled twit numbers!  No more teen-queen airs!  I know now who and what I am.  I'm a woman!  A grown, alive, sexual woman!  No more denying boys and teasing them, and no more denying my own desires!  I want sex!  I deserve good, hot nasty sex!  Please take me, Master!  Use me!  Make me the willing slave of both your desires and mine!  I understand now, Master!  I really do understand!"

Talon's only response was a smile.  The satisfied smile of a craftsman whose work is nearly complete and an artist whose creation has changed at its moment of completion from an assembly of canvas and paint and light and clay to a living, vibrant, conscious being.  And then, after another moment, he did give one other response to the waiting, longing woman who lay bound in his dungeon of desire.  He gave her his enormous staff to suck and worship.  He gave her his pride, having cured her of her own.

And in between loving licks and lascivious goggles of the humongous hunk of hardening man-flesh, Annette was overcome, and exclaimed , "Oh wow!  It's so big!  It's really a man-sized missile!  Nothing like that wimpy Frankie's!  I've seen his under his swim trunks, but I never let him put that disgusting weenie into me.  Yeech!  But then, I was a girl, a silly stuck-up girl.  Now I'm a woman, and I know better.  I know what to do with a man's glorious cock!  Let me do it for you, please?"

And Talon did, reflecting as she served him that perhaps the fault wasn't totally hers after all.  It does take two to tango, and if Annette had been a silly immature girl until this night, well, Frankie wasn't exactly a man either, was he?

Now Talon was overcome as much as his pupil had been, the hot surf of sexual climax rising inside him and breaking over the rocks that even now pumped their glory into the wet, willing mouth which nibbled and nursed on his big bamboo.  He came.  He came with a mighty roar of passion.  And in the glowing subsistence, his next move came to him too.

"Annette, my wonderful love slave woman... ?"

"Yes, Master?"

"Did you enjoy your lesson?"

"Oh yes, Master!"

"Do you think you'd enjoy teaching others about the difference between childhood and maturity just the way I taught you?"

"Oh yes!  Yes, Master, I know I would!"

Talon smiled, and thought about the leather corset and high-heeled boots and long black gloves he'd kept waiting for just the right pupil.  He thought about how good they'd look on the hot, lush brunette with the enormous boobs.  And then he thought about all the silly little children down on the beach, about how many more of them he could save from their youthful confusion with a really well-trained assistant.  And he thought about Frankie and Gidget and Moon-doggie and all the rest of the other young misfits down on Party Beach.  And Talon Von Buttonfly smiled a wide, nasty smile.

"Annette my dear…"

"Yes, Master?"

Talon paused for effect, and then whispered the words, the fateful words that always held such magic significance to the children of Party Beach.  And, with the sound of the crashing waves whispering from the high window in the dungeon wall, the smell of the salt air, and the cry of the gulls making this master trainer's momentous announcement the most perfectly accompanied statement he'd ever said, he looked down at the still-bound, sex-spattered young slut he'd conquered, and softly replied, "surf's up, my dear.  Surf is most definitely up!"

"Kowabunga, Master!" Annette cried with glee.

"Yes, slut!  Kowabunga!" Talon laughed, "Kowabunga indeed!"

The End