Free Sweet Torments: The Best of Alex Jordaine by Alex Jordaine Page B

more likely than not that, once they’d become an item, Bridget would have got Maria into kinky sex. Well, here was irrefutable proof that she’d done just that. And to see it on film in this way inflamed Julie’s overheated sexual imagination to fever pitch.
    She went back to the closet, knelt down, and buckled on the leather wrist and ankle cuffs with the metal clip attachments, which had been left on the floor. She also thought she’d go for it with the box of pegs. I mean, what the fuck! In for a penny, in for a pound. She selected all the purple pegs she could find in there, ten in all, and attached one each to her erect nipples and the remaining eight to her labia. Sure, it was painful – very – but in a way that Julie found she liked, and in any event she was too far gone in lust by then to care.
    Julie then returned to watching that homemade video of Maria in her bondage. And as she did so she got back onto her knees on the floor and pleasured herself once more, this time even more vigorously. Her busy fingers, now thoroughly coated with sticky love juice, were making a constant rhythmic, wet sound, which was counterpointed by the clicking and clacking of the exquisitely painful pegs attached to her labia.
    The film had certainly had a very powerful effect on Julie but there wasn’t much happening in it. There was just a lot of Maria squirming in her bonds. And after a while Julie’s mind drifted off again to what she’d like to have done to her.
    She saw herself hanging from her wrists, gagged, Bridget beating her backside furiously with a leather paddle with one hand while she urgently masturbated her clamped pussy with the other … And all the time there was her camera whirring away at the side of the room, filming every deliciously perverted minute of it, creating an obscenely graphic record for anyone to see of Julie’s depravity and degradation.
    Julie was getting completely carried away by now, her fingers a wet click-clacking blur between the pegged lips of her sex, her thighs soaking with love juice. She was on the verge of a massive climax … when all of a sudden she was brought up short.
    The door to the bedroom burst open and in strode Bridget, who was stark naked, her breasts jiggling, thighs quivering. Julie realised straight away what must have happened: Bridget had sneaked back from the chores she’d so conveniently had to go out to do and then stripped off elsewhere in the apartment, only to appear now in all her naked splendour.
    ‘Well, well, Julie,’ she said with a smirk. ‘And you told me you weren’t interested in this sort of thing.’
    Yeah, like she was surprised, Julie said to herself. God, she’d made it so easy for her crafty lover, fallen entirely for her devious ruse. She was already collared, cuffed, gagged, nipple and pussy pegged, and in an incredible state of sexual arousal – this close to the most colossal orgasm.
    Bridget pulled Julie unceremoniously up off her knees and pushed her just as roughly onto her front on the bed. She used the metal clip attachments on her wrist and ankle cuffs to pin her arms behind her back and her legs together, and there Julie was – at her complete mercy.
    She lay and waited for the inevitable, and waited … and waited. The only sound punctuating the silence was the tell-tale click-clacking of her pussy pegs as she shivered and trembled ever more uncontrollably with anguished anticipation of what she knew – just knew  – was going to happen. Her backside and thighs started to quiver convulsively as the piercing ache in her pegged pussy (c lick-clack, click-clack ) became unbearable (c lick-clack, click-clack, click-clack, click-clack)
    Bridget unbuckled Julie’s ball-gag. ‘Tell me what you want me to do,’ she ordered, knowing full well what she’d say. ‘Tell me right now and I’ll do it.’ She pulled the gag from Julie’s mouth.
    ‘B … b … beat me,’ Julie managed to stammer – and just getting