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LINDA'S EPIC ADVENTURES IN LIFE

by

Master Paul


PART I


Chapter 1

"The Meeting - No Words Required!"


It was Happy Hour and the customers were just beginning to filter in
from their daily routines to sit down and have a cold one and watch a
little psuedo  pornographic "art", go-go and strip dancing, ala Linda
style. The Happy Hour  shift started with B.J. doing her thing in her
usual wanton and sexy way in the bright orangish red bikini top and
bottom.......whirling around the poles on  the raised stage, pole
clasped firmly between her slim, white legs with a high  on the pole
start and a slow twirling slide to the floor of the platform.

"Damn", Linda thought to herself. "That bitch has got to be gettin it
off with  that pole....I'd go nuts with that thing stuffed up against
my pussy twirling  round like that and sliding down that god damn
pole." "Phew!" "It's no wonder  they call her B.J.!" "That's probably
all she can do after a night of THAT!"

The song ended on the juke box and another started. Linda remembered
that that  was number three for B.J. and that she had to start pumping
her dance songs  into the box pretty soon 'cause she was up next with
her set of three. She  walked over to the Juke Box slowly in her
see-through wrap, scanning the  customers to see who she'd focus her
attentions on this time up. "Boy, she  thought, these guys look dead!"
"This is goin' to be a damn tough shift!."  "Almost as bad as her
hookin' days in Parkersburg at the 'Club' before Johnny  came along and
knocked her up and then slipped her out of the place."

As Linda stood at the machine she thought back about Parkersburg and
Chris, the Club Boss and his bitch, Hilda, who kept the girls in line.
And, when they  didn't stay in line, set em up for a session with Chris
in the special,  frightening room in the basement.

"God", she thought, "I'll never forget the first time I fucked up and
that  bitch dragged me down there....NEVER!"

She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes, thinking back to that
terrible night when that big drunken son of bitch from the Shell
Refinery over in Belpre had snuck up behind her at the bar and about
twisted her tits off. When she  stopped screaming at him and thought
she had him calmed down some, he rammed  his hand into her crotch and
shoved his index finger up her ass as his thumb  went up her pussy,
panties and all, and started to literally lift her up off  the stool
that way. Thinking quickly, she had grabbed a beer bottle and smashed
the big dumb bastard over the head, screaming her head off the whole
time.  Goddamn that had hurt as he tried to close his index finger and
thumb together  while they were driven deep in her ass and up her cunt
with her pants wrapped  around them. When the beer bottle hit him, he
dropped like a rock.

The next thing she knew, Hilda was all over her ass, twisting her arm
behind  her back and slapping the shit out of her face.

Hilda shoved her arm up behind her back to her goddamn neck, bent her
over  almost double at the waist and marched her out the back door
toward the stairs  leading up to the "party rooms" and down to the
basement. "Oh God, If I'd known what was in that black vinyl covered
room in the basement with the mirrored  ceiling and about all that
'equipment' sitting in the room, I'd have let the  son of a bitch shove
his fuckin fist up my ass, never mind a little old finger  and some
black panties", Linda thought.

The memories flowed back with increasing detail, igniting fear in her
brain and making her break out in a cold sweat (and starting the juices
flowing in her  pussy, much to her dismay). She stood up against the
wall and let her mind race back to that night.

Hilda, instead of hustling her upstairs to chew her ass out and slap
her  around, wheeled her past the stairs leading to the party rooms
upstairs and  hustled her down the stairs and into a room she had never
seen before, across  from the foot of the stairs, and had only heard
fearful rumors about from the  rest of the whores in the place. They
didn't talk about it much and didn't care to, or so it seemed. She'd
always wondered why. That night she found out...in  spades!

Hilda stripped her house coat off her and ripped her top and panties
off almost in one motion with Linda still practically doubled over
standing on her feet  and her arm shoved up behind her back almost to
the top of her head, now.

"You goddamn dumb whore!" screamed Hilda, "How many fucking times do I
have to  tell you I handle the assholes and you don't ever, ever hit em
with anything  unless they ask you to, UPSTAIRS!.... and then only
after they've paid double  for the S&M Scene trick!" "I'm tired of this
shit from you!" "When I get  through with you down here you are goddamn
sure goin' to remember that, you  little Delaware whore.....and when
Chris, "The Rammer" finishes with you, after I get tired, you won't do
shit unless you ask me or him first; bet on it,  bitch!"

About then Linda suddenly realized it was damn warm in that room. And
dim. It  seemed like it was a hundred and twenty degrees. As she looked
around from her  upside down position she saw ringbolts in a cloth
vinyl padded floor of pure  white mats with buttons holding the mat
down in that upholstered look. But as  her eyes wandered back and forth
she saw a lot more. There were two big rings,  one inside the other,
one on a pivot up into the ceiling and down into the  floor and the
other on pivots or shafts through the first one extending out  sideways
either way midway between the floor and the ceiling. She couldn't see
well with her goddamn hair hanging down all over, but she saw that the
inside  ring had little D-Rings welded to it all the way around it's
circumference  about a foot or so apart (D-Rings were something she
learned about later and  would never ever forget!). The two gimbaled
rings  (like the frames of those  spinning gyroscopes they use in
airplanes,  boat compasses and the like) were  HUGE; they were at
least, if not more  than, eight foot in diameter, very  sturdy, just
standing there one inside the other in stark stainless steel  majesty
like some abstract or modern art painting.

As her clothes were shredded from her she spotted another object off in
the  corner sitting on the pure white matted floor. It looked like a
chair of some  kind except that it had an outline like a human body and
leather straps  dangling down from it everywhere she looked. The straps
were riveted or bolted  to the sides of the human figure outline of the
chair so that they ran between  heavy stainless steel rods that defined
the out line of the human figure and  they ran on the under and back
sides of the "chair" and the buckle end and  loops to insert in the
buckles dangled down off the rivets or bolts on the  front of the back
and legs of the "chair" and the top of the "seat" and arms.  "what the
shit is this place", she'd thought, and "what the hell are they going
to do with me?"

She didn't have to wait for long to get her answer, she remembered.

Hilda quickly walked her, bent double, over to the "Chair" and slammed
her into the seat with her arm still crammed up to the top of her head.
She slammed her  other arm down on the leather straps running across in
between the two  stainless steel arm rods and quickly buckled one of
the many straps over her  forearm and another over her upper arm. She
jumped to the other side of the  gleaming staiinless steel chair and did
the same trick with her other arm. It  was then that Linda looked up
and saw the mirrored ceiling and black walls -  BLACK VINYL PADDED
WALLS! And back behind the gimbaled huge stainless steel  rings
standing out in stark reality, she could vaguely see things hanging on
the vinyl wall. LOT'S OF THEM. She couldn't see em well, but they
looked like  straps and balls and hoods and whips and all sorts of
kinky shit. About that  time, she remembered, Hilda slammed her lower
leg into one of the "Chair's"  legs in front and buckled it in tight.
She repeated the process with the other  leg and then continued up to
the seat where she buckled her thighs in tight  with 4" wide leather
straps attached to the chair so that her thighs sat on the bottom
riveted part of the strap and they came up through her thighs, right in
 front of her pubic hair covered crotch, and  only fractions of an inch
away  from it. When Hilda had buckled the thigh straps, her legs were
an integral  part of the steel rods and leather straps that encased
part of her legs. The  stainless steel rods on the insides of her legs
ended right in front of her  pussy while the outside ones went up her
outside upper leg(s) past her hip(s)  and on up her sides behind her
upper arms and on up over her head and joined  together there. Next
came a huge, wide strap (it must  have been 8 or 10 inches wide, at
least) which was pulled across her flat stomach and navel and buckled
so tight it almost took her breath away (and, of course, it ran across
her  lower back behind her, also). Then came the straps across the
upper and lower  part of her chest above her pert little tits, which by
now were sweat covered  with her nipples sticking out like peaks on a
mountain, and just about  as hard as the mountain's rocks.

She was about to say something to Hilda, she remembered now, when Hilda
slammed another leather strap across her mouth; but this one was
different. It had a  ring in the middle of it and as Hilda pulledd the
hard stainless steel ring and  strap arrangement across in front of her
mouth as if to buckle it on the other  side, Hilda punched the center
of the wide tummy belt so hard Linda's mouth  flew open. In one swift
motion Hilda pulled the strap/ring combination deep  into Linda's mouth
so that the ring was completely behind her teeth, held there by the
straps cutting painfully and deeply into either side of her mouth and
jamming her mouth wide open with the ring just inside holding it that
way.  Linda remembered she started to scream and protest and Hilda
simply walked to  the other end of the room and got a ball with a
leather strap through it, came  back, wrapped the strap around behind
her head over the stainless steel rods  that bracketed either side of
her head, spun the ball around so it was in her  mouth, walked behind
and buckled it down tight.

Linda remembered vividly the ball being jammed into her mouth so it sat
in the  stainless steel ring that held her mouth open wide. Christ, she
was scared! She begged, she mumbled, she cried, but not a word came
out; and meanwhile, Hilda  had gone ahead and wrapped a wide strap over
her neck and buckled it and one  across her forehead and buckled it,
TIGHT! It was then that Linda realized she  was being strapped into
some goddamn kind of steel body frame chair with the  stainless steel
rods running along the outside edges of her body, legs, arms,  and
head, complete. Hilda went back over her arms and legs and torso and
connected MORE straps so that Linda had a leather strap over just about
every  six to eight inches of her body and was about a quarter to a
third covered with tightly buckled down straps from head to foot.

When Hilda was done, she stood back and looked at her handiwork, then
walked  over to the far wall and came back with weird looking glove
like things, four  of them with two buckles and laces about where the
wrist would be and a huge  three inch strap sewn to the top or back of
the hand portion and a buckle sewn  to the palm. She jammed them on
Linda's hands and buckled each of the two small straps after lacing up
each "glove", (actually a mitten). The process was  repeated with
Linda's feet, using form fitting, soft leather boots made the  same
way, like the mittens; soft boots or something, Linda remembered.

Then Hilda pulled the big straps on the gloves and boots forward and
ran them  over the stainless steel that looped around front of Linda's
feet and hands in  from one steel rod on one side to the other rod on
the other side. Hilda pulled each of the four straps tight and buckled
them into the sewn buckles on Linda's Palms and the bottom of her feet
so that her hands and were stretched out  straight from her arms and
her feet pointed like a ballet dancer.

Then and only then did Hilda stop and relax. She looked down at Linda
with pure hate and absolute lust in her eyes and said "welcome to
Hilda's 'Palace',  Linda, you bitch!" "You are sitting in my
masterpiece that I developed when I  got tired of you whores trying to
kick the hell out of me when I was working  you over and and which I
also developed because it makes you totally helpless  and completely at
my mercy." "But you ain't seen nothin yet my pretty!' "This  little
'chair' you're sittin in is much more than a chair" and with that she
tipped the "chair" forward so that Linda was hanging from it, her
stomach  horizontal, looking at the floor, her head horizontal, on her
knees. She  manuevered the elbow part of what Linda had earlier thought
were just armrests  for her arms, on each side, so that Linda's arms
straightened out instead of  being bent as they were when she was
strapped into this thing and  and so her  stretched hands and finger
tips pointed straight down at the floor and the  hoops at the ends of
the the hands touched the pure white vinyl cushioned  floor. Hilda
walked around behind and in a short while Linda's legs spread out  so
her knees were about two foot apart. Linda remembered she heard
something  lock or snap as her knees were spread and locked in that
position. The next  thing that happened to her was her head being
raised up and back as the frame  along her neck was unlocked and
pivoted so that her neck was pulled back and  locked in position. Now
she was on her hands and knees with her head raised up  looking forward
toward the dimly illumniated wall full of strange looking
devices...that  "kinky" stuff.

Linda stood by the Juke box shivering, thinking about being stark ass
naked in  that black room with it's mirrored ceiling and white vinyl
matted floor, tied  immobile - tied hell......strapped into a goddamn
human shaped frame that held  her like an "Iron Lady" of old but with
one big difference. Her whole fuckin  body had been exposed and her
tits hung down between the chest straps. But the  thing that brought
back memories of terror and fear and, at the same time, made her juices
flow down her vaginal walls, asit still
did.............NOW!......................, was the way her pussy and
asshole  were sticking out as she was immobilized with her arms and
hands straight down, on her knees, lower legs and the tops of her feet
pulled back to the frame so  her toes  were pointed backwards.

As she shivered and her juices flowed, leaning up against the wall in
the  little Go-Go Lounge years later, she remembered vividly what Hilda
did next.

"Well, honey, you're mine now until I give you over to the Rammer and
then  you'll find out why the bad girls named him that." "His name's
really Chris,  but the 'Rammer' he definitely earned, as you will soon
find out!" But you  won't ever again call him by that name or any other
but MASTER, nor will you  call me by any other name but MISTRESS, in
front of either of us." "What you  call us when we aren't around is
your business, but after tonight and tomorrow  and tomorrow night and
for as long as it takes, we're MISTRESS and MASTER to  you or you stay
in that fucking training frame and in this room FOREVER,  Bitch!"
"Understand?"

Linda remembered she couldn't answer Hilda, ...M I S T R E S S!...
because she  couldn't move a muscle and she was gagged with that big
ring in her mouth and  the ball in the ring. She remembered that she
blinked at Mistress several times and Mistress nodded ever so slightly,
and then slid her hand up under Linda's  hanging pert, pointed small
breasts and carressed them and ran her finger tips  over the nipples
making Linda shudder and the erotic feelings begin to flow  from her
breasts down to her pussy which was already starting to get very very
wet, both from sweat and from her vaginal juices.

Mistress continued to carress her tits, Linda recalled, and as she did
she  started telling Linda that this was the last night they'd ever
look that way  again. That made no sense to her until Mistress
explained that Mistress and  Master were going to "fix" her so she
could be strung up by her nipples in the  future, ANY TIME THEY WISHED
IT. Linda stood against the wall next to the Juke  Box and rubbed her
arm over her breasts, feeling the little gold rings under  her bikini
top where they ducked into and out of her nipples. "That was years
ago", she thought, "and I still have them there!" "God they feel good",
she  thought, "but they didn't THEN." "I was scared shitless, sweating
like the  whore that I was, after a twenty stud gang bang, down in that
hot basement  room, dripping sexual juices through my sweat."

Linda's mind floated back to that night, again, and with her arm
rubbing over  her golden ringed nipples, she once more drifted back to
a recollection of what Mistress had done next. Hilda went to the wall
and came back with two dildos  about as big as Linda had ever seen
before (she'd seen much bigger since!) and, with an almost gentleness,
Mistress shoved one in Linda's upturned, doggy  fashion, ass and one in
her now flowing pussy (not really flowing because  pussies don't
flow,...Cocks do, pussies don't..., but really well   lubricated!).
Linda felt Mistress turn something on and her Pussy and Ass came  alive
as the twin vibrators started to work at low speed. It felt good, she
remembered; the twin, artificial, vibrating male organs had been
stuffed in her nether holes to the hilt, barely  sticking out; she had
felt that,.......really well!

She watched attentively as Hilda walked by her to the wall on the other
side of the gimbaled rings and took down a small whip of some kind with
wicked looking, short leather strands hanging from it. Mistress walked
up to her and held the  whip by it's handle so the strands hung down in
front of Linda's eyes. "Ever  seen a 'Pussy Whip' Linda....."Slave
Linda".....?" Mistress asked. The answer  was eye blinking again. It
was the best she could do. Mistress smiled and  walked around behind.
The next thing Linda heard ....Slave Linda.... was a  whirring sound
followed by the tips of the "Pussy Whip" striking her pussy, her
asshole, her asscheeks and her underbelly and thighs as it whipped
around in  it's vicious circle.

As Linda stood up against the wall next to the music machine here years
later  she remembered how Mistress had continued to whip her pussy and
asshole with  that thing as the two artificial cocks buzzed away in her
vagina and ass canal  and the smell of sweat, pre-orgasm juices and
pure raw leather and steel  permeated her nostrils.  She remembered
that she started to sweat even more and the water dripped  off her as
the whip swished round and round catching the  folds over her  clit as
it went up toward her underbelly. And she remembered  how, despite
everything she could do to prevent it, which physically was next  to
nothing, she had slowly built to the biggest, pain wracked orgasm she'd
ever had as the frame she was bound to vibrated with her attempted
contorsions from  the orgasm's crest. The whip never stopped, though,
and in a few minutes she  was back up again, only this time it hurt
like hell as she built up to it but  the orgasms peak gave brief
exploding and intense pleasure followed by severe  pain and cramps all
over her lower body and up into her insides themselves. And each time
the orgasm subsided, Mistress reached down and turned up the speed
another notch on one of the vibrators.

Standing here now she couldn't remember how many times that happened
but she  remembered the pleasure and the infernal pain that always came
with it. It went on for what seemed like hours and she couldn't do a
thing to stop it. Pussy  whip, notch up on the vibrator(s), orgasm,
pleasure, blinding pain, then start  over again and again and again.

As Linda stood there next to the Juke box, she thought about how after
that  long, long session with Mistress and Master, she had never again
been able to  have a "normal" orgasm in normal fucking unless someone
pulled hard on her  nipple rings or whipped her pussy while she was
trying to get off.....except  for one other way...when she had a big
hard loving cock in her mouth, kneeling  on her knees with the guy
standing in front of her with her hair wrapped in his fingers and him
pumping her mouth back and forth on his cock. That got to her,  too.
But after that night and the days and nights that followed, pleasure
and  pain were to be forever wed for her and never to be seperated.

"Linda! You going to stand there day dreaming all day or are you going
to play  your fuckin songs, bitch?"

It was B.J. and the music had stopped and the stage inside the U-Shaped
bar was empty. "Oh Shit," Linda thought. "Let's get our act together,
woman.....NOW!"  She plugged the quarters in the machine, punched in
her "numbers" and started  back behind the leg of the bar's "U" between
it and the back wall and mounted  the stairs to the stage. As she
turned toward the mirrored back wall behind the stage, which ran all
across the wall, from it's floor to it's  ceiling , she  was again
reminded of those goddamn hellish (but never to be forgotten, and
perhaps, even appreciated, if not loved and feared at the same time),
days in  Parkersburg, West Virginia and her very first Mistress and
very first Master,  and the first, long nights and days in their "care"
as they brought her to a  lifetime understanding of her formerly hidden
sexually submissive underpinnings and deep seated sexual cravings to be
dominated by the right "MASTER",  (and,  sometimes, but not
often,....MISTRESS!  "That fuckin' Johnny 'saved  me from  myself and
them', the son of a bitch," she thought. "But he never took the  rings
out of me, did he?", she mused. Nobody ever would, for very  long; not
even Linda....pretty, sexually submissive and subservient,... ....Slave
Linda....for she had grown to love them as a part of her sexy,  if
somewhat "different" body and mentality.

"I wonder if I'm going to find the right man tonight?" she thought. And
by  right she knew exactly what she meant....A MASTER.... who
understood....Slave  Linda and her REAL NEEDS AND DESIRES... some guy
who could be tender and loving and yet could put her through her
"paces" and make her AGAIN feel what she had  felt that night and the
nights and days that followed in Parkersburg.

She looked in the mirror on the wall as she started to gyrate her ass
and move  her little tits back and forth, and out of the corner of her
eyes, she could  see a tall, heavy dude with a beard and mustache
looking back at her in the  mirror. She turned her head away and went
throught her routine all the way to  the end of the song and then stood
there looking in the mirror at "him"....was  he a Master? Did he
understand? He had kind eyes but he looked big, mean and
forceful......."We shall see, my kind eyed big brute of a
friend".....she loved big men and beards because her first Master in
that basement room in  Parkersburg had been and had both........"we
shall see....when I get through  these next two songs, what you are
indeed made of and why"...."you may be the  guy I've been looking for
ever since Parkersburg".

End of Part I - Chapter 1