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Puppet on a String by Lizbeth Dusseau

After a routine trans-Atlantic flight to Vienna, the young and pretty Shelby Ryan is suddenly arrested in customs and hauled off for a humiliating interrogation and strip-search. Although Shelby knows nothing about the mysterious package the guards find in her bag, the unidentified disk is enough to have her sent to a detention center in Eastern Europe. For the trip, she's forced into a cruel crotch piece fitted with electrically charged dildos, the devices intended to ensure that Shelby behaves herself en route.

At the detention facility there is more interrogation from Col. Jessup, an American intelligence specialist. This sadist's job is to break females with any means of torture - as long as the merchandize is not permanently damaged. Shelby faces an nightmare from which there is no escape. She's beaten, endures multiple piercings, and is gangbanged by ruthless guards. When alone in her cell, she is kept in a drugged stupor, during which her mind meanders back ten years before, when just nineteen, her domineering employer turned her into his sex submissive. Her world revolved around the controlling sadist, and now those desires he unearthed have flamed in her again, as she's forced back into a world of submission she once left. Although as Jessup continues the torture, she remembers all too well the decadent pleasures to be derived from such abuse.

Shelby is later moved from the detention center to Madame Pavlenco's high-class brothel, where her fate will ultimately be determined. Though she longs for rescue and the strong arms of her boyfriend, the Irish carpenter, Padraig Finnian, she fears that she'll continue to be just a sexual puppet, dancing on another man's strings.


“Hummmmmmm, you delicious man,” she purred in his ear, dreamily stretching against his warm body. They lay together on the bare mattress; the sheets, the blankets, even the pillows lay scattered around the bed like a cloud of white. They groaned languidly, unable to speak. It had been a very good fuck.
Shelby Ryan inched her way down his muscled body, kissing his gleaming torso while smelling the sweet stench of sex that lingered in the air around them. Finding his limp cock, she covered it with her lips, taking it whole in her mouth and sucking it in a soft unhurried rhythm.
“You think I ken take you on agin, lass?” he exclaimed with his elegant Irish brogue tainting his speech: something that happened often after a good roll in the hay when he wasn’t thinking clearly.
“Oh, I’m sure you will, Padraig Finnian.” She latched on to him more vigorously. As her mouth sucked, the muscle between her lips began to swell again. She didn’t stop until, after pulling away, his magnificent cock was standing straight up, beautiful and proud. Climbing back atop his body, the horny brunette straddled his hips and sat down with his hard manhood settling inside, her pussy nestling against his groin.
He gazed up at her through heavily lidded eyes.
“You wear me out, girl.”
“Nothing wrong with a worn out man,” she laughed.
In a flash, his drowsy face took on a scowl, and he reached out grabbing her tits and bringing her down to his chest. He held her fiercely with both hands locking on her upper arms. “Doan think you can best me, lass.” He rolled her over on her back, re-inserted his cock into her molten sex hole and began to fuck her once again.
She shrieked, as his hard resolve transformed the tenderness of the earlier moment into the brutal fucking she so relished. If only he understood half of what her heart desired and what her body needed. But he knew nothing about her sexual past and he never would. That was a time best put to rest, and those dark desires were best ignored. Sometimes she’d think of those years with other lovers when Padraig fucked her with bruising intensity – that much he could do very well. He fit all the stereotypes of the hunky construction worker: hard body, feral eyes, square jaw, a cock to match his virile build and a style of fucking as basic as fucking itself. In that way, he complemented her well, without ever knowing the truth behind his girlfriend’s shameless lust for sex.
Another cum left them wasted on the bare mattress gasping for breath, this time Shelby unable to find the strength for more. They lay side by side staring vacantly into the blank ceiling of her apartment.
“I have to go to work,” she announced with a tired sigh.
“An’ so do I. You fix me dinner tonight, or do I eat out?” he asked, as he rose from the bed, and looked for his jeans and the black t-shirt amongst the mess. Already he was losing the brogue in favor of an American twang.
“I’ll fix you something. We’ll eat here. I have a shift at the coffee house, then it’s just you and me and this bed again.”

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Image Copyright (c) Victoria, www.victoriasphoto.com

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