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ISBN:  9781907753947
Author:  Jennifer Jane Pope
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Assignment for AlisonAssignment for Alison
Chain ReactionChain Reaction
VESTA - PainworldVESTA - Painworld

As they turned her about and positioned her over the seat and the waiting dildo, she tried to cry out for them to stop and made a feeble attempt at resistance, but the bonds on her arms and wrists rendered her completely helpless. She turned her head wildly from side to side, finally identifying her two captors as Gavin and Carla. Each had a hand under her lower thigh and another gripping her upper arm so that she was being supported in the sitting position and, as they began to lower her, Hazel stepped between her splayed thighs and stooped to guide her onto the long, thick shaft.

Jobless Lianne Connolly takes in model Ellen Sanderson as a lodger. Ellen talks her into standing in for a colleague who has fallen ill - but this is no ordinary photo shoot.

Lianne meets Nadia Muirhead, the driving force behind a team dedicated to creating the world's most erotic comic strip, with Lianne and Ellen as the rubber-clad heroines in peril. But events take a disastrous turn when Lianne is kidnapped, and finds herself having to recreate her role for the mastermind behind a scheme to bring the comic strip to the Internet.

However, this time there are two essential differences - no salary and no choices. This time it is for real!

Simon's cameras were already clicking as Hazel and Gavin led Lianne forward, positioning her beneath the frame and turning her to face the small group of expectant faces that were fixed exclusively on her. Carla stepped forward carrying a long metal tube, from each end of which dangled a thick leather strap. She paused, looking Lianne up and down.
   'Better get her panties off now,' she said to Hazel. 'Once this is on it'll be impossible.' Lianne gave a strangled cry on hearing this and tried to pull away, but Gavin held her firmly and there was little chance of breaking his hold. She considered trying to kick out at Hazel, but the idea of violence had always been abhorrent to her and she hesitated to hurt another human being, no matter what the reason. The hesitation was all Hazel needed. She stooped, swept Lianne's legs up under her arm in one easy movement and, with her free hand, deftly began easing the thin latex briefs down her thighs. Suspended between the two of them, Lianne did not dare struggle, for fear of making Gavin lose his grip and sending her crashing onto the hard floor below. All she could do was hang limply while the tall redhead bared her most intimate parts to the audience and the waiting cameras.
   When Hazel lowered her feet again, Lianne tried to press her thighs as tightly together as possible to minimise the invasion of her privacy. But even that comfort was quickly denied her. Passing the unwanted rubber panties to Carla, Hazel took the long bar from her in exchange and, kneeling down, rapidly fastened one end to Lianne's right ankle, using the heavy strap and pulling it as tightly as it would go. Looking down, Lianne saw that the leather was lined with some sort of dark fur, but she could not feel it through the latex stocking.
   It was fortunate that Gavin maintained his grip on her, for when Hazel grabbed her other ankle and began dragging it away from the first she would certainly have fallen, so far apart did the redhead force her legs. Before Lianne had a chance to recover and try to return the leg to its original position, the second strap was buckled and there was no way she could close her legs again. She let out a little groan of mortification, for now her sex was in full view and completely vulnerable. She saw Paul the writer, his eyes fixed intently upon her, and her cheeks flushed an even deeper red for his eyes held no amusement now, only desire and lust. Lianne shivered, realising that any one of them could take her as she was now and she would be powerless to resist. A sudden convulsion in the pit of her stomach sent another wave surging through her body, but this time it was something completely different.
   As she returned Paul's stare she could not believe the thoughts that were cascading through her confused brain. To her utter amazement she realised that she wanted him to take her. She actually wanted him to step forward, remove his clothes, and plunge his cock into her defenceless body and ravish her in front of the whole crowd! She shook her head, fighting the notion for all she was worth, and she was so fully occupied with trying to deny the effect that all this was having on her that she did not notice the two ropes being tied to either end of the metal spreader bar. Only when Hazel and Carla began hauling on them, lifting her booted feet from the floor and forcing her to fall back into Gavin's arms, did she realise their intention.
   She screamed, trying to make them stop, but her cries merely brought a ragged round of applause from those people not actively engaged in the tableau and one cry of 'Bravo!' from the artist, James. Lianne began to whimper in terror as the bar continued to rise, not believing this was really happening to her, even when the two girls secured the ropes, leaving her dangling upside down, her soft hair swaying a good foot above the floor, her back now to the audience.
   'Nice butt,' she dimly heard someone say. 'Turn the whole thing around and let's see her face.' As the initial terror gave way to simple fear, Lianne realised that the speaker was Paul and, looking down, she saw that the base of the frame was set on small castors, making it very easy for Gavin and Hazel to comply with his instruction. As the frame was rotated and the others came into her upside down field of vision, Lianne saw the unmistakable expression of triumph on Paul's face, but she still wished it was he and not Gavin who began slowly stroking her sex lips with his leather-sheathed fingers.
   This couldn't really be happening, her brain screamed, but when she looked back up her body she saw that gravity had dragged her breasts from their rubber cups and her nipples were now as exposed as her poor sex. Strangely, the sight of the erect pink tips pointing towards her face sent little tingles of excitement running through her and, as Gavin's index finger probed her labial lips gently apart, she realised that this whole performance was really beginning to excite her. When he knelt down before her, unzipped his trousers to reveal an impressive erection, and quickly removed her gag, she made no protest. As he guided the purplish knob towards her mouth she instinctively opened her lips and sucked him greedily inside.
   From another world a voice was calling out instructions. She thought it sounded like Paul, though she no longer cared. A second voice, female - probably Nadia, perhaps Carla - joined in.
   'Steady with her - not too fast!' It was definitely Nadia.
   'Close up on this please, Simon,' directed Paul Dean. 'Pull her nipples. No, not like that, really pull them. Yes, that's better.' The initial pain of Gavin's gloved fingers mauling her sensitive flesh quickly gave way to a different sensation. She sucked greedily on his cock, bringing a fresh wave of orders ringing through the cellar.
   'Easy there. Don't lose it yet.'
   'Close up from above, Simon. Yeah, that's it.'
   'Excellent. Keep holding it, Gavin. I'll say when.'
   'Get Ellen's gag changed, this is giving me an idea!' That was definitely Paul, but Lianne was paying no attention now to anything other than her breasts, the urgent signals her empty cunt was sending to her brain, and the swollen shaft which filled her mouth. With an effort she managed to pull her head back, freeing her mouth momentarily from obstruction.
   'Please!' she heard a beseeching voice wail. 'Please, for god's sake fuck me!' As Gavin guided his member back between her lips once again, Lianne realised the voice had been hers, though she had no recollection of the intent. Slut! Dirty little slut, hung up like a piece of meat and bloody well enjoying it! Yes, yes, enjoying it! And why not? I can't do anything about it, can I? Yes, bloody well enjoy it, only will someone please fuck me, before I go stark raving mad! 
   Suddenly Gavin withdrew with a gasp of relief. Lianne looked up at him, her eyes imploring him to satisfy her craving, not daring to trust her voice. He stood slightly to one side of her and she tensed, expecting them to lower her so that he could finish what he had started, but instead, she saw Ellen standing there - Ellen, with a huge black cock sticking out from where her mouth should have been. With a start Lianne saw that it was some sort of gag, held in place by a strap similar to the ones which had held their original ball gags.
   Carla was urging her forward, pushing her closer to Lianne who, suddenly realising what was intended, found her voice again.
   'No,' she squealed. 'Don't make her do that. You can't!'
   But they could - and they did, though there was evidently not much persuasion needed on Ellen's part, for she stepped up quickly, lowered her head, and began probing the lips of Lianne's sex with the tip of the rubber dildo.
   'Help her, Carla, you great trollop,' someone called out and into Lianne's inverted field of vision came a white gloved hand, the fingers curling about the black shaft and guiding it towards its target. For a brief second Lianne tensed her muscles, intending to fight against this intrusion, but another finger suddenly pressed itself hard against the puckered ring of her bottom-hole and this distraction proved her undoing. The end of the rubber cock forced an entrance, Ellen thrust downwards and the entire monster slid into Lianne's slippery tunnel without further resistance.
   A moment later Gavin was back on his knees before her, pushing Ellen's legs into a straddled stance to allow him to present his own cock again.
   'Bastard!' Lianne hissed, but she vacuumed him into her mouth again, all the same. Now, with Ellen pumping the dildo and Gavin thrusting in and out of her mouth, his fingers back on her nipples, Lianne was rapidly losing control - but she no longer cared. Neither did she care when Gavin came, pumping a stream of salty semen into her throat. She swallowed, but her mouth refused to release its grip on him until she had finally finished the mind blowing orgasm which hit her like a runaway truck and blocked everything else in the world out of existence for long minutes.
   Lianne was not sure whether she actually lost consciousness or whether she was just so overwhelmed by the violence of her climax, but she had no recollection of being lowered from the bar and her ankles being unstrapped. Someone was supporting her from behind and she was slumped against another body in front of her, but she had no idea who was who, or who it was who hoisted her between them. She was only dimly aware that someone had replaced her gag and it was only at the last minute, when she saw the chair had been dragged into the illuminated area, that she realised what they intended.

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