Hotel Belladonna The Reporter

Jack watched through the one-way glass at the top of the banquet hall. On the floor below him was his partner Steve "entertaining" a reporter from one of the local news magazines. She, like all her kind, was interested in what was going on out at the Hotel Belladonna, rumored to be the site of sex orgies and other kinky goings-ons. Interested as she might be, she was doing her level best to see this all "scientifically". As usual, Stevie started her off on a relatively light level of kink, just to see how far she'd want to go.

"So this man would be locked into this cage and left as a decoration?" she asked.

"No, of course not," Steve said in his most incredulous voice. "First off, this is not a cage, not even close. And secondly, he will be an active participant in one of our balls. This is where he wants to be. He will be the center of attention and that is just what he was hoping for." With that Steve gave the tall, bound man a confident pat on the front of his thong and gave the reporter his patented wink. "I mean, just look at him!"

Jack couldn't help but follow his partner's advice. He looked at Linus in the restraints. He and Steve had patterned this rack after a squat machine they had seen at a gym. The squat machine had looked like it was made out of I-beams and had been far too imposing for what they wanted. They had had theirs made of oak, and distressed just enough to give it that antiqued look that seemed to somehow legitimize it.

Linus was about 6'3" and built like a basketball player, long and lean. The rack allowed a bar to be passed behind his back but in front of his elbows. With his wrists locked tightly to the thick belt on his waist, Linus could not move. The shackles on his ankles enhanced his restrictions, but he still wouldn't have been able to get anywhere. He struggled a little, just to show how tightly bound he was.

His presence had quite an effect on the little reporter woman. She was playing shy, but it was obvious to the three of them (Steve, Linus and even Jack behind the glass) that she was dying to get more involved in the little scene. With the bar pulling his elbows back behind him, Linus' chest was stuck out in front, and Steve gave his nipple a little teak.

"Go ahead," he goaded her. "Give it a try. He can't bite."

"Really?" she asked timidly. "I can just touch him?"

Jack could tell Steve was getting a little frustrated, but he put on his game face. "Of course you can. He wanted to be tied up and fondled. That's why he's here," Steve said in as welcoming and even a tone as you can when facing a mostly naked and bound man.

Slowly, she reached up to his chest, but instead of tweaking his nipples like Steve had done, she ran her hand lovingly over Linus' bare chest. Jack saw this type of magic most of the nights of his life. Whatever her name, whatever her marital status, she had just fallen in love with B&D.

Her hand explored his chest and stomach and after a short while, she did venture downward. But as her fingers encountered his thong they stopped. Jack was expecting this to be the end for her, as far as she would be willing to go, but that was OK. She had encountered "kinky" and could now report that it wasn't all that people pretended it was. But Jack was the numbers guy, and Stevie was the people person. He read her differently. He slowly and carefully took her hand and guided it to Linus' thong. With her considering pulling her hand away, Steve had her touch Linus' cock through the thong. Once in contact, she began caressing it, and Steve was able to remove his hand and she brought her other hand over to grope at Linus with both hands.

She looked at Steve and began to ask, "Can ..."

Steve stopped her immediately, "Of course you can, that's why you came."

The reporter dropped to her knees and pulled Linus' huge cock from the thong. Jack could see the relief in his eyes. It was almost as if Linus had screamed, "Finally!"

Jack shook his head as the reporter sucked Linus' length into her mouth. No way he saw this coming. He noticed Steve smiling up at him. Steve sensed it. He called it. Again.

Steve thought everyone was just a jumble of not yet acted on perversions, and try as Jack did to prove him wrong, Steve won out far more often. Perfect case in point, the fully clothed news reporter here to learn more about the Belladonna Hotel on her knees sucking off a man she had never met and would likely never set eyes on again.

And she wasn't being shy about it anymore. Jack snickered as she did everything she could to suck all of Linus' length into her mouth. He had a pretty big cock, and there was no way that untried girl was going to get that thing down her throat. Not unless she had been a prostitute in a former life. Still, it was fun to watch her go. She was slobbering over his cock - passionate and in full attack. She didn't even seem to notice that Linus had just cum down her throat, she was too into it to slow down.

Steve took her by the hand and got her to stand up while Linus caught his breath. "Pretty intense, huh?" Steve asked her. She just wiped her mouth and nodded. She was still sex drunk, not really aware of her surroundings. Steve was trying to "sober" her up, but she kept looking over at Linus. Jack (and probably Steve) was afraid she was going to have another go at him.

Never say Steve wasn't one hell of a planner. He walked her over to the other side of the ball room where a similar but somewhat smaller version of the rack was standing. "You've shown you enjoy being dominant, being the one in charge and handling the bound. But have you ever thought about letting yourself go? Letting yourself be the one who was bound and unable to stop the passions being visited on you?" She only nodded, but when Steve let go of her arm, she walked over to the rack and stepped up into it.

Steve was quick but not rushed. He pushed the pole behind her back to secure her elbows, before her put the belt around her waist and locked her wrists down, truly securing her in place. He was watching her every emotion, waiting for that critical hesitation and fear showing that she wasn't going to go through with it. Terrified folks with a change of heart were the big danger. That's why the two owners always filmed these "interviews". But she was ready. No signs of her changing her mind or even hesitating.

She became confused as Steve pulled away. She was locked in place and had no chance of escaping even the smaller rack. Bonita, one of the catering supervisors, stepped out of the side room and finished locking her into the rack. Dressed in a black mini-skirt with a white sheer tank top, Bonita was the least threatening thing to look at, but looks are deceiving. She knelt in front of the reporter and gentling began stroking her legs. It seemed the only thing holding her up was the bar securing her in place.

As the reporter tried to push herself closer to the slim woman caressing her, Bonita shimmied her skirt down to her ankles and off, before strapping her ankles into the rack. Just a skirt, no underwear, that might have been part of why Jack was so confident. Why wouldn't a reporter wear underwear to a supposedly kinky hotel?

Bonita then went to her blouse and began to unbutton the reporter's professional looking pink blouse. She was wearing a bra, but the front clasp made that easy to release. Having rendered her prey effectively naked, Bonita stood and smiled at her. The next steps weren't about release and passion; they were about denial. They were about making her want it, and making her only fear being that she might not get it.

She circled her prey, dragging a finger along her hip and then across her back. As she reached the front, she let a fingertip graze her breast, almost as if accidently. She continued to circle, but this time, the slight touch was directly across her ass, but still barely a touch. Four times Bonita circled the restrained reporter, and each time the reporter tried to get closer to her, not drawing back.

The chicken wing position had her bare breasts sticking straight out, and her nipples looked like they wanted to form spear tips. Bonita stood directly in front of her, taking up her whole world. With experienced pacing, Bonita began her good cop/bad cop treatment of those tits. Caresses replaced by pinches; kisses turning to bites. The reporter looked like she was drooling, practically frothing at the mouth. Clearly she had never been teased like this before.

Jack couldn't hear what Bonita was whispering to the woman, but he could certainly guess. He made sure the camera was getting all of this. You can never be too careful.

Bonita carefully hissed into her ear, "do want us to make you cum?"

"Yes!" she screamed back.

"Do you care how we make you cum?"

"No! Just do it."

"But that doesn't seem a polite way to ask."

"Oh please mistress, please let me cum." Bonita smiled, but it was clear that this woman had read a little too much S&M literature. Bonita squatted down in front of her prey and began to lap at her pussy and clit. Bonita was an expert at this, or so Jack had heard, but this wasn't the best angle. Still, she had the reporter woman ready for anything, teased to the brink.

Bonita stood as Steve reentered the scene. The two of them pulled pins from the frame and it bent in half, slowly because they were carefully controlling its weight. They replaced the pins when the reporter was bent at a ninety-degree angle. Steve pulled up one of the bar stools and sat with his crotch right in her face. She immediately began blowing him.

Jack and Steve were in a monogamous relationship, but Jack knew that Steve still needed to entertain. He never minded these little indiscretions, after all, a single blow job was not going to sate Stevie, and Jack would be the recipient of all that sexual energy later on this evening.

With her face engulfing Steve, the reporter suddenly felt Bonita begin lapping at her cunt again. Now the angle was better, and Bonita could really get at her. It took barely any time at all and the reporter began tensing up, twitching in her bonds, her legs trying to move her, but completely unable to. Just as she started to really orgasm, Bonita rolled out of the way and Linus stepped up. As her orgasm overtook her, Linus thrust deep inside of her setting off an entirely different but no less intense series of orgasms. No longer sucking on Steve, she was simply howling near his crotch.

Linus pounded her relentlessly, extending her orgasm, probably longer than she had experienced before. She was alternating screaming out her pleasure and gasping for breath. Just as she seemed about ready to get control of herself, Linus was nearing his finish. Ever the playful one, Linus pulled himself out of her well used pussy and thrust deeply into her ass. The screaming started again, less than half of it painful. He rode her for several more minutes until he had deposited the last of his seed where she wouldn't have to worry about it taking root.

Slowly, Linus and Bonita stood the frame back up and began to unlock the reporter from her restraints. When they released the bar, she collapsed into Linus' arms, and he basically dragged her over to a leather upholstered couch. Bonita brought over her shoes and skirt and laid them on the couch next to her. Then Linus and Bonita made themselves scarce, leaving her alone in the room with Steve.

Steve drew up a chair and sat across for her, giving her a minute to collect herself. When she started trying to dress, he began talking to her, softly but confidently. "So that's what parties at the Belladonna Hotel can be like. Some people doing some slightly crazy things while other watch and cheer them on. It's adult entertainment, yes, but nothing is done in a violent or forceful way. We're just about the least judgmental folks you'll ever find."

When she finished dressing, Steve tried to help her on with her shoes, but she seemed unwilling to risk the heels. Probably a smart idea. Steve handed her her bag and walked her out the side door. Jack went back to making copies of the tapes, depositing the memory stick into his vest pocket, just in case she ever tried to claim something happened here that she hadn't wanted to happen. He was getting ready to get back to work when Stevie came into the control room.

"Pretty hot little number, huh?" he said with that huge grin on his face.

"Scorching, my love," Jack replied. Apparently the action had gotten Stevie hotter than Jack anticipated. They weren't going to wait until later on.