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                        (M+/F, PAIN, WIFE, DEGRADATION)

WARNING: All Fantasia stories contain some or all of the following:
Non-consensual sex, rape, bondage, heavy pain, torture, incest, degradation,
underage characters. If these things offend you, do not read.

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                                CINDY'S BARGAIN
                                by J.P. Viddler
                             na117711@anon.penet.fi

      Arnold stood up as Cindy came into his office.

      "What can I do for you, Cindy?" Arnold said.

      "I'd like to talk to you for a minute, Arnold," Cindy said.

      "Okay," Arnold said. "What's it about?"

      "I don't want you to fire my husband," Cindy said.

      "I don't think I can do anything else," Arthur said. "I'm sorry, but --"

      "I thought maybe I could talk you out of it," Cindy said.

      "What makes you think that?" Arnod said.

      "I thought that if you could do this for me, I could do something for
you," Cindy said.

      "Oh?" Arnold said. "What did you have in mind?"

      "This," Cindy said, and she came up against him, pressing her body
against him, all of her pressing into him, melting against his body from
shoulders to knees. "This is what I had in mind," Cindy said, and she brought
her mouth to his and kissed him, hard, mouth opening, lips soft and pliant and
hungry against him, her tongue moving boldly but sensuously into his mouth,
searching, probing, moving slowly against his tongue, around in his mouth, lips
clinging, her arms tight around him, panting now into his mouth, body squirming
against him, kissing him for a long time. At last she broke the kiss, slowly,
but held her body against his. Arnold had an erection, and he knew Cindy could
feel it probing at her body.

      "That's very persuasive," Arnold said.

      "Yes," Cindy said. "I can tell that it is." And she moved her torso
against his hardness, her body sliding slowly, teasingly from side to side,
pushing against it. "You want me," Cindy said. "Don't you, Arnold? You want my
body."

      "Of course," Arnold said. "Of course I do. And if I don't fire Arthur --"

      "It's yours," Cindy said, still sliding her lower body against him, still
pressing her breasts hard into his chest, still brushing his thighs with her
soft smooth thighs. "Anything," Cindy said. "Anything you want, Arnold.
Anything."

      "Anything?" Arnold said.

      "Anything," Cindy said. "Anything at all."

      "That's good," Arnold said. "Because I have something in mind also."

      "What is it?" Cindy said.

      Arnold gently but firmly pushed Cindy away, until she was at arm's
length. "This," Arnold said, and hit her with his open hand across the face,
very hard, producing a loud cracking sound and causing Cindy to stumble
backward across the room, almnost falling before awkwardly regaining her
balance. A sharp cry of astonishment and pain came from her throat. She stood
staring at him, one hand to her face, her eyes wide.

      "I had that in mind," Arnold said. "How about it, Cindy?"

      Cindy only looked at him for a long moment. Then she spoke. "If that's
what it takes," Cindy said.

      "Well," Arnold said. "We might be able to make a bargain after all."

      "That's what I thought," Cindy said.

      "You have a great body, Cindy," Arnold said.

      "I know," Cindy said.

      "Your breasts are amazing," Arnold said. "The way they stand up and out,
all round and firm and sexy-looking."

      "Do you want to see them, Arnold?" Cindy said.

      "Yes," Arnold said. "But I'll tell you when, Cindy."

      "All right," Cindy said.

      "And your legs are fabulously sensuous," Arnold said.

      "I know," Cindy said. "Think about having them wrapped around you,
Arnold."

      "I do," Arnold said. "I think about a lot of things. Your mouth, for
instance."

      "I'm awfully good with my mouth," Cindy said.

      "I'll just bet you are," Arnold said. "I know you can kiss with it. I'll
bet you can suck with it."

      "I can suck your brains out with it," Cindy said.

      "And," Arnold said, "I'll bet you can scream with it, too."

      Cindy took a breath.

      "If that's what you want," Cindy said. "I'm sure I can do that to your
satisfaction as well."

      "Come here, Cindy," Arnold said. "Come here and kiss me again."

      Cindy walked up to him slowly, and again pressed her body hard against
his, breasts mashing on his chest, thighs rubbing his, torso pushing into his
hard-on, which swiftly began to grow again. Again her mouth was on his, open
and moving, and her tongue was in his mouth, probing, caressing, stroking.
Arnold kissed her back, passionately, with one arm around her waist, holding
her against him. His other hand was in her hair, which was black and straight
and hung almost to her shoulders. Cindy moaned softly into Arnold's mouth as
her tongue reached for his throat, with her breasts flattening still harder
against him with every panting breath. Arnold clutched a handful of Cindy's
hair in his hand and closed it into a fist, pulling her hair sharply while
holding her mouth against his. Cindy's moans got louder, and soon became sounds
of pain as well as passion. Still kissing her, Arnold twisted his fist
deliberately, as though trying to pull Cindy's hair out of her scalp. Cindy was
groaning now, groaning and gasping into Arnold's mouth. Arnold held her as she
was. Cindy pulled her tongue away, and Arnold thrust his into that gasping,
moaning mouth, mashing her lips, holding her body hard against him. Cindy's
body was writhing in a new way, writhing with pain, and tears fell from her
eyes. But she did not attempt to pull away from him.

      At last Arnold broke the kiss and stepped back from her; but his hand was
still in Cindy's hair, although his grip had loosened a bit. Cindy was gasping
and panting hard, and tears were rolling coninuously down her face.

      "That's nice, Cindy," Arnold said. "That's very nice. I enjoy kissing you
that way."

      Cindy said nothing, but her tear-filled eyes met his without dropping.

      Arnold took his hand away. "On your knees, Cindy," Arnold said.

      Cindy stood motionless. "I take it," Cindy said, "we have a deal."

      Arthur hit her across the face again.

      Cindy rocked, but did not move this time. "Don't touch me again, Arnold,"
Cindy said. "Not until you answer my question."

      "Provided you go through with your part, Cindy. Until I'm finished with
you."

      "I will," Cindy said.

      "Then we have a deal," Arnold said.

      "All right," Cindy said. And she sank down to her knees in front of him.

      Arnold stepped closer, until Cindy's face was almost touching his crotch.
His hard-on was bulging through his trousers. "Suck it, Cindy," Arnold said.
"Suck it right through the cloth."

      Cindy did as he said, putting her mouth over the lump in his pants,
taking it in as best she could. Arnold felt her lips rubbing him, her tongue
licking at him through the cloth. He watched her mouthing that stiff
protuberance.

      "That's good," Arnold said. "You can stop now."

      Cindy looked up at him. "Shall I take it out, Arnold?" Cindy said.

      "No," Arnold said. "Stand up."

      Cindy stood. "Wouldn't you like me to take my clothes off, Arnold?" Cindy
said. "Don't you want to see me naked?"

      "Do you want me to hit you again?" Arnold said.

      "Not particularly," Cindy said.

      "Then shut up," Arnold said. "I'll tell you what I want to see."

      "All right, Arnold," Cindy said.

      "What I want to see right now," Arnold said, "is your legs. I always
admired your legs, Cindy."

      "I know," Cindy said.

      "I want to see all of them," Arnold said. "Pull your skirt up, Cindy. All
the way. Pull it up around your waist."

      "All right," Cindy said. She took hold of her skirt, which hung just
below her knees, showing sinuous, intricately curving calves, and slowly,
provocatively, pulled it up. Up over her knees, up, baring her thighs to him,
baring them gradually, the sensuous, smooth white shapely enticing nakedness of
her thighs, pulling it higher, higher, baring all of her thighs, all of her
legs, pulling it up, up, past her hips, up around her waist. Holding it there.
Revealing her brief white panties. And her long, luscious, sensuously
voluptuous legs.

      Arnold looked at Cindy's legs for a long time.

      "Turn around," Arnold said finally. "Slowly. All the way around."

      And Cindy did. Arnold watched the delicate sensuous play of muscle in
Cindy's thighs, the sinuous rippling of flesh as Cindy's legs moved, not taking
his gaze away from them until Cindy was facing him again.

      "You do like them, don't you, Arnold," Cindy said.

      "I do," Arnold said. "I'm looking forward to having them wrapped around
my waist."

      "Just say the word, Arnold," Cindy said.

      "Oh, I will," Arnold said. "But there's something else I want to do to
them first."

      "What's that?" Cindy said.

      "Whip the shit out of them," Arnold said.

      "Oh," Cindy said.

      "Don't drop your skirt, Cindy," Arnold said. "Just keep holding it just
as it is."

      Cindy stood, holding the skirt around her waist. With deliberate
slowness, Arnold unbuckled his belt. Then Arnold pulled it from around his
waist, sliding it out of the loops of the pants. It was a thick brown leather
strap. Cindy, watching him, said nothing. Arnold wrapped the belt around his
hand twice, holding it by the buckle, and let it swing from his hand, finding
just the length he wanted.

      "Bend over my desk, Cindy," Arnold said. "Don't let your skirt go. Hold
it where it is, but just turn around and bend forward over my desk."

      Cindy stood still for a moment. Then she turned and moved slowly to
Arnold's desk, and bent over it.

      "All the way, Cindy," Arnold said. "All the way down."

      Cindy, holding her skirt in front of her, bent sharply forward, until her
face rested on Arnold's desk. her panty-covered rear thrust up and out, and her
tawny-skinned thighs were taut and straining. Arnold took in the sight of her
long, bare, curvaceous legs.

      "That's good, Cindy," Arnold said. "That's just lovely. Don't move now."
And Arnold swung his belt swiftly up and back, and then brought it down with
all the strength of his arm across the tight skin of Cindy's upper thigh. It
made a sharp cracking sound. Cindy's body jumped, and a loud cry came from her
mouth.

      Arnold was smiling. "Did that hurt, Cindy?" Arnold said.

      "Christ!" Cindy said. "Yes. It hurt like hell."

      "That's good," Arnold said. "Stay right there, Cindy." And he hit her
again, just above her knee joint.

      "Oh, Christ! Jesus! Cindy yelped. "Damn it, Arnold --"

      "What, Cindy?" Arnold said. "Is something wrong?"

      "No," Cindy said after a pause. "No, Arnold."

      "Good," Arnold said, and swung the strap again, hitting Cindy halfway
down those voluptuous thighs. Cindy cried out loudly, twisting on the desk, but
said nothing. "I love this," Arnold said, and he whipped Cindy's straining
thighs again, and then again, and again, lashing the strap across the reddening
flesh, as Cindy yelled and gasped, squirming and rolling on the hard unyielding
surface of Arnold's desk.

      Cindy's thighs were now striped with the marks of Arnold's whipping.
Arnold paused to take in that luscious sight.

      "Arnold," Cindy said, gasping and panting. "You'll make me scream. I'm
going to scream if you don't stop."

      "Good," Arnold said.

      "But -- but they'll hear -- outside --"

      "I don't care," Arnold said. "Do you care, Cindy?"

      "I -- I --" Cindy said.

      "Pull your pants down for me, Cindy," Arthur said. "So I can hit your
ass."

      "Oh, god," Cindy said. But she brought her hands to the waistband of her
panties and slid them down her hips, baring her round, firm bottom, sticking up
provocatively in her bent position.

      Arnold lashed his belt down across it. As hard as he could. Once. Twice.
Three times. Four.

      Cindy screamed.

      "Good," Arnold said. "Now they know"

      Cindy was moaning.

      "All right, Cindy," Arnold said. "You can stand up now."

      Cindy slowly stood, unsteadily, turning to face him, still holding her
skirt around her waist, with her panties still clinging halfway down her
thighs.

      "You can strip for me now," Arnold said. "You wanted to show me your
body, Cindy. Now's your chance. Do it slowly, Cindy."

      "All right, Arnold," Cindy said. She was still breathing hard, still
swaying slightly on her pain-wracked legs. But she still stood proudly, almost
defiantly, watching Arnold's avid gaze as she began to take off her clothing
for him. First she discarded her skirt, opening it and letting it drop, and
swiftly slid the panties down her legs. Although Arnold had now already seen
all that was thus revealed, Cindy in just a blouse, naked below the waist, was
a fabulously erotic sight. And Cindy knew it. Turning slowly before him, Cindy
smiled slightly at his rapt attention.

      Now Cindy's hands rose to the buttons on her blouse. "I'm not wearing a
bra, Arnold," Cindy said. "Just this."

      "I know," Arnold said. "I can tell. I could tell that when I had you
against me and I could feel your nipples through my shirt."

      "Do you want to look at my breasts, Arnold?" Cindy said.

      "You know I do," Arnold said. "Take it off, Cindy."

      "All right, Arnold," Cindy said. Slowly she unbuttoned the top button.
And then the next button. And the next. Slowly. All the way down. Watching
Arnold watching her. With all the buttons open at last, Cindy, looking directly
into Arnold's eyes, smiling slightly, slowly pulled the blouse open, baring her
breasts to him. And took it off. And let it fall. Cindy stood tall and naked as
Arnold's gaze raked her breasts, lingered.

      "Do you like them, Arnold?" Cindy said. "Do you like my body?"

      "It's fantastic," Arnold said. "It's just fantastic, that body."

      "I know," Cindy said. "And you want it."

      "And I'm going to have it," Arnold said.

      "It's all yours, Arnold," Cindy said.

      "All right, Cindy," Arnold said. "You can get back on your knees now."

      Cindy shrugged. "All right, Arnold," Cindy said. "If that's what you
want." And Cindy sank down to the floor and knelt in front of him. Arnold
unzipped his pants and took out his penis, which was hard and stiff.

      "Suck for me, Cindy," Arnold said. "Suck it good."

      "Of course," Cindy said. And Cindy slowly took Arnold's penis into her
mouth. All the way into her mouth. And Cindy began to make love to that penis
with that mouth. And with her lips, and her tongue, and her throat. For a long
time. As Arnold stood, swaying slightly, moaning occasionally, looking down at
Cindy's slowly bobbing head.

      "You're good," Arnold said softly. "God, you're really damn good at this,
Cindy."

      "Mmm-hmmm," Cindy said.

      "I'm going to cum in your mouth, Cindy," Arnold said.

      "Mmm," Cindy said, licking him.

      "Cindy," Arnold said. "I'm going to cum in your mouth. But I don't want
you to swallow it, Cindy. Not yet. Okay?"

      "Mmmnnhh?" Cindy said.

      "No," Arnold said. "I want you to hold it in your mouth. All right,
Cindy? Do you understand me? I want you to just hold it all in your mouth until
I say different. All right, Cindy?"

      "Mmm-hmm," Cindy said, her head moving.

      "Good," Arnold said. "Good, Cindy. Oh, good, Cindy. That's so good. It's
coming, Cindy. Hold it now. It's coming right into your fine little sucking
mouth, Cindy. Here it is, Cindy. Now. Here it is. Here...it...is..." And
Arnold, panting, jerking, holding on to Cindy's long dark hair, shot hard into
Cindy's sucking mouth, again and again and again.

      Finally, happily, Arnold pulled himself out of Cindy's mouth. Now Arnold
crouched down by the still kneeling Cindy, her mouth now full of his gism.

      "Hold it, Cindy," Arnold said softly, watching Cindy's tightly closed
lips, her distorted cheeks, her rising and falling bosom as she panted hard
through her nostrils. "Don't spill a drop, Cindy. That's a good girl." Arnold
reached out and put a hand over Cindy's breast, then ran that hand slowly and
lovingly over her body. "All right, Cindy," Arnold said. "Put your head back a
little, so I can watch you swallowing my scum. Don't swallow yet, though."
Cindy tilted her head back, giving him an unobstructed view of her soft smooth
throat. "Slowly now, Cindy," Arnold said. "Swallow it down. All of it. Swallow
it all down, Cindy, while I watch you." Holding her head back, Cindy did as
Arnold said, slowly swallowing the stuff in her mouth, swallowing and
swallowing, taking it all down her throat, as Arnold watched the slow, rhythmic
movement of her throat, swallowing again and again. And again. Until there was
nothing more to swallow.

      "That's fine, Cindy," Arnold said. "You are without a doubt the most
talented cock-sucker I know."

      "Thank you, Arnold," Cindy said. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

      "Do you suck like that for your husband?" Arnold said.

      "No," Cindy said. "That was just for you, Arnold."

      "That's bullshit," Arnold said.

      "Can I go now?" Cindy said.

      "Why, Cindy," Arnold said. "I haven't even fucked you yet."

      "I didn't know if you still wanted to," Cindy said.

      "But I do," Arnold said. "Isn't that what this was all about? You don't
expecxt me to not fire old Arthur if I don't get to fuck that magnificent body,
do you?"

      "All right, Arnold," Cindy said. "Anything you say. That's the deal,
isn't it? If you still want to fuck me, I'll be the best fuck you ever had."

      "I'll bet you will, too," Arnold said. "But since I just came so
beautifully in that mouth of yours, Cindy, it's going to take something
particularly arousing to put me back in condition to fuck you properly."

      "I see," Cindy said. "And what might that be, Arnold?"

      "Well now," Arnold said. "What might that be?" He put a hand on Cindy's
breast again, and squeezed it hard. "What do you think that might be, Cindy?"

      "I don't know," Cindy said. "But I'll bet it involves hurting me. Doesn't
it, Arnold?"

      "That's a good speculation, Cindy," Arnold said. "Hurting you is indeed
just about the most arousing thing I can thing of right now."

      "That's what I thought," Cindy said. "How are you planning to do that,
Arnold?"

      "Oh, my," Arnold said. "I can think of a lot of ways, Cindy. An awful lot
of ways. All of them truly stimulating. But I'll have to keep it simple, won't
I? Nothing too fancy. Although some day I'd like to -- ah, well. I'll stick to
practical things. You don't smoke, do you, Cindy?"

      Cindy swallowed. "No," she said.

      "Nor do I," Arnold said. "So no cigarettes. What a shame. But that's all
right. Let's stick to the tried and true, okay? My trusty belt did pretty well
on your legs, didn't it, Cindy? And I think it will do just fine to go on with.
All right, Cindy?"

      Cindy swallowed again. But she said, "Anything you say, Arnold."

      "Good," Arnold said. Standing up now, Arnold reached for his belt. Cindy
watched him, still kneeling. "Lie down, Cindy," Arnold said. "Right there on
the floor. Lie down and spread out."

      "All right, Arnold," Cindy said. She started slowly to lie down on her
stomach.

      "No, Cindy," Arnold said. "On your back."

      Cindy stopped still.

      "On -- on my back?" Cindy said.

      "That's right," Arnold said.

      "Oh, good Christ," Cindy said softly.

      Arnold waited.

      Cindy, slowly, turned her body and lay down on her back on the floor.

      "Spread out," Arnold said. "Spread wide. Stretch it out for me, Cindy."

      Cindy did as Arnold said, spreading her luscious body, stretching her
arms up and out, splaying her legs wide apart.

      "More," Arnold said. And Cindy stretched that body still harder, arms
reaching, legs straining, body flatly taut, breasts pulling up, muscles tight,
all of her open, exposed, straining.

      "That's fine," Arnold said. "Just stay that way, Cindy. You just stay
exactly that way, no matter what. All right, Cindy?"

      "All right, Arnold," Cindy said.

      "Lovely," Arnold said, raising his belt. And bringing it down hard across
Cindy's unprotected stomach.

      Cindy screamed.

      "Don't move, Cindy," Arnold said.

      "Oh, Jesus," Cindy said. "Oh Christ Jesus. Oh god."

      "That was just practice, Cindy," Arnold said. "So is this." And he
cracked the strap down across Cindy's outspread thighs. Cindy howled. Again
Arnold's belt lashed across her stomach. Again Cindy screamed loudly.

      "That's so nice, Cindy," Arnold said. "I love hearing you scream, Cindy.
I told you your mouth was made for screaming, didn't I?"

      "Oh god, oh god," Cindy said.

      "What do you suppose they're thinking out there, hearing you, Cindy?"
Arnold said.

      "Christ, Arnold," Cindy said, moaning. "How much more?"

      "Don't move, Cindy. It won't be long now." Arnold began taking off his
clothes. Cindy still lay spread out, breasts rising and falling with her
panting, gasping breath. "As you can see, I'm very excited by your pain,"
Arnold said. "And I can hardly wait to get into that gorgeous body." His
clothes were all off now, his penis sticking straight up, throbbing. "But I
can't stop hurting you so enjoyably and just leave those marvellous breasts
untouched, can I? They're so tempting, just waiting like that, all ready for
the strap."

      "Please, Arnold," Cindy said. "Please."

      "Please what, Cindy?" Arnold said. "Are you backing out of our deal at
this late date?"

      "I -- no," Cindy said. "No, Arnold. Do what you want."

      "That's what I thought," Arnold said. He raised the strap. Cindy flinched
slightly, but stayed as she was. Arnold took a long breath, brought himself up
on his toes, and with a loud grunt, swung the strap down, whipping Cindy
directly across the nipple of her right breast, the strap making a sound like a
pistol shot. Cindy screamed as loudly as she could, and, moaning, clutching at
her striped breast, rolled halfway over on the floor, shaking, holding on to
her breast, sobbing softly.

      "As you were, Cindy," Arnold said sharply. "Get back in position. Now."

      Slowly, gasping, Cindy lay down again. Slowly she again spread her arms
and legs. Shaking.

      "That's my girl," Arnold said, and with a mighty effort brought the strap
whipping down again, this time across Cindy's left breast. Again Cindy screamed
like a animal, rolling her body, clutching frantically at empty air, though
this time she stayed on her back.

      "Damn," Arnold said. "I love this."

      "Fuck me, Arnold," Cindy said, sobbing and gasping. "Please fuck me. You
don't have to hurt me any more. You want me. Take me. Please. Please. I'll be
so good, Arnold, I'll fuck you so good --"

      "I know," Arnold said, and whipped her right breast again. "I know," he
said, above Cindy's ear-splitting screaming. "Stay still, Cindy." And whipped
her left breast. Cindy couldn't stay still any more. She began rolling over and
over on the floor. Arnold followed her, lashing at her body, hitting that
turning, twisting, scrabbling body anyplace he could reach, whipping Cindy's
thighs, her breasts, her buttocks, her back, her stomach.

      "Stop, Cindy," Arnold said, panting. "Stop and spread out for me and I'll
stop hitting you."

      Cindy, with a great effort, stopped rolling and lay again on her back,
spread out under Arnold's lash. And Arnold stopped. Looking down at the
gasping, writhing, heaving, straining body.

      "Now, Cindy," Arnold said, and dropped down on top of her, covering that
body with his own. "I'm going to fuck you now, Cindy," Arnold said. "I'm going
to fuck the shit out of you. And you're going to fuck me too, aren't you,
Cindy? You're going to make it real good for me, right?"

      "That...that was...the deal..." Cindy said. "Do it, you bastard son of a
bitch. Do it."

      "Here, Cindy," Arnold said, and slid his stiff penis slowly but
forcefully into her vagina. "This is it, Cindy," Arnold said. "I'm inside you.
Inside Cindy's body." Arnold began to move. "Fuck for me, Cindy," Arnold said,
moving. "Fuck for me and for your husband."

      "All right, Arnold," Cindy said, moving with him. "All right. I'm fucking
you. Just like I said I would. I said I'd do anything you wanted, Arnold. And I
did, didn't I?"

      "Yes, you did," Arnold said. "So far, anyway."

      "And I still am," Cindy said, moving rhythmically. "I'm fucking you,
Arnold. And it's nice, isn't it, Arnold? It's good, isn't it?"

      "Yes," Arnold said. "It's good, Cindy. You're a good fuck."

      "I know," Cindy said. They were moving strongly now.

      "Cindy," Arnold said. "Put your legs around me."

      "All right," Cindy said, and did so, locking her ankles behind his back.
"How's that, Arnold? Do you like that?"

      "I love it," Arnold said. "Squeeze me with your legs, Cindy. That's it.
That's so good. I love your legs, Cindy. I can feel all of them around me, all
of them touching me, rubbing against me. Oh, that's good. Oh, that's so nice."

      "I told you I'd be good for you, Arnold," Cindy said. "You didn't have to
hurt me so much."

      "Yes, I did," Arnold said. "Fuck harder, Cindy."

      And Cindy did.

      "Do you hurt now?" Arnold said.

      "Yes," Cindy said. "Does that turn you on, Arnold?"

      "It does," Arnold said, moving harder against her body. "I could fuck you
all day long, Cindy."

      "As long as it takes, Arnold," Cindy said, squirming for him, twisting
for him, arching and bucking and writhing for him, holding him in the sexy vise
of her legs.

      "Kiss me, Cindy," Arnold said.

      Cindy gave him her mouth, moaning and panting into his, and with her
tongue probing his mouth, her lips moving against his, her body matching his
rhythm stroke for stroke, Arnold was in ecstasy. "Cindy," Arnold said, sliding
his mouth from hers. "I'm fucking you and I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum in
you. Fuck me, Cindy. Fuck me good."

      "I'm fucking you, Arnold," Cindy said, moving harder. "I'm fucking you.
You can cum in me now."

      "Fucking," Arnold said, panting. "Fucking Cindy. Beautiful Cindy. Sexy
Cindy. Fucking. So good. Coming. Fucking."

      "Fucking you, Arnold," Cindy said. "Fucking. Come in me, Arnold. Come in
Cindy. Right into Cindy's body. Come into Cindy. Come, Arnold. Come."

      "Coming," Arnold said. "In you, Cindy, you beautiful slut, you sexy
gorgeous cock-sucking slut, you screaming hurting cock-sucking slut, I'm coming
in you."

      "Oh, yes," Cindy said, moving. "I'm a cock-sucking slut, Arnold, I'm a
filthy dirty fucking screaming crying cock-sucking slut and I'm fucking you and
you're going to cum up my cunt, Arnold. Do it, Arnold, fuck the shit out of
me."

      "Coming," Arnold said. "Now. Fucking Cindy. Coming. Now. Take it, Cindy.
Take it, Cindy. Take...it...now! Now! Now! Now! Now! Now!" Pulling at her hair,
pounding at her body, as Cindy kept her wonderful shapely legs locked around
him, Arnold shot into Cindy, wildly, voraciously, barbarically. Shot into her
over and over and over. And over. Until at last he was still.

      Cindy still held him with her thighs. "Was it good, Arnold?" Cindy said.
"Did you enjoy it all? Did I do everything you wanted? Just as I said?"

      "Yes," Arnold said.

      Cindy's legs came down slowly. "Thank god!" Cindy said.

      "But we're not finished," Arnold said.

      "What?" Cindy said. "You're kidding!"

      "No," Arnold said. "But don't worry, Cindy. I won't hurt you any more. I
don't even want your body any more. In fact, there's only just one more thing
I'd like you to do." Arnold stood up and began to dress.

      Cindy sat up slowly. "What is it?" Cindy said.

      "All I want you to do," Arnold said, "is to go out there

into the office and tell your husband the good news."

      "Why?" Cindy said suspiciously.

      "Just do it, Cindy," Arnold said. "Go out there and inform old Arthur
that I'm not going to fire him. Won't he be glad to hear that?"

      "Yes," Cindy said.

      "Then do it, Cindy. And our deal will be done."

      "All right, Arnold," Cindy said, standing up slowly. A bit stiffly, she
reached for her discarded blouse.

      "No, Cindy," Arnold said. "Don't put your clothes on."

      "What?" Cindy said.

      "I said I don't want you to put your clothes on, Cindy," Arnold said. "I
want you to go out there just as you are."

      Cindy stared at him.

      "You mean go out there -- naked?" Cindy said.

      "That's right," Arnold said.

      "But -- oh Christ -- all those people -- you want me to --"

      "I'm sure they're all most curious about what's been going on in here,"
Arthur said. "I mean with all that screaming and all. They must be imagining
all sorts of things. And if you go out there like that, it will probably show
them that their imaginings were true. Not to mention allowing them a look at
your exquisite body, which I'm sure they'll all appreciate."

      "Arnold --" Cindy said.

      "Yes, Cindy?" Arnold said.

      "I -- I can't do it," Cindy said.

      "That's too bad, Cindy," Arnold said. "Going back on our bargain now. I
guess I'll have to fire Arthur after all."

      "Arnold," Cindy said. "For god's sake --"

      "Whereas," Arnold said, "if you just do as I ask, Cindy, and go out
there, just as you are, and go to Arthur and explain to him that I'm going to
keep him on -- we'll be all through, you and I, and Arthur will have his job,
and we'll all be happy."

      Cindy stood very still. For a long time. Arnold said nothing. Just
waiting. Finally Cindy swallowed, and took a long breath.

      "All right, Arnold," Cindy said.

      She walked slowly to the door. Drawing herself up to full height, head
up, gloriously naked, Cindy opened the door and walked through it.

      Arnold followed her to watch what took place. Cindy's sudden appearance,
stark naked, was causing a sensation. All action stopped, all heads turned, all
eyes bulged with astonishment, and with lust. Nobody moved. Everybody was
staring. Cindy, head still high, stood looking back at them. Now, slowly, she
began to move across the office, toward the far end, where Arthur was sitting.
As Cindy got to Arthur's desk, she turned, again boldly staring back at all the
faces staring at her.

      "All right," Cindy said loudly. "Take a good look, all of you. You've
always wanted to see this, right? Well, look hard. I hope you're all
satisfied." Now turning to her husband, Cindy said, "Arthur, it's all right.
Arnold is not going to fire you. You can work here as long as you like. I love
you, Arthur," Cindy said, and turning, began to walk back to Arnold's office.

      But halfway there Arthur's voice stopped her.

      "Cindy!" Arthur said.

      Cindy stood still. In the midst of all the still-staring eyes.

      "Yes, Arthur," Cindy said.

      Arthur said, "You're a whore, Cindy."

      A murmur from the watching crowd.

      "Am I, Arthur?" Cindy said.

      "Yes," Arthur said. "You are. My wife is a whore. A whore and a slut.
Aren't you, Cindy?"

      "If you say so, Arthur," Cindy said.

      "I do," Arthur said. "That's just what I say."

      "I love you, Arthur," Cindy said.

      "I don't care," Arthur said. "You're a whore and a slut. And since that's
what you are, Cindy, I think you ought to give all these people a crack at you,
too. Don't you, Cindy?"

      "Is that what you want, Arthur?" Cindy said.

      "It's only fair, isn't it?" Arthur said. "First you give your body to
Arnold, and now you show it off to all these people. Why not do it for them
too?"

      "I did it for you, Arthur," Cindy said.

      "I see," Arhtur said. "You made yourself a whore for me. But don't stop
with that, Cindy. Look at all these people wanting you. Lusting for you. Why
should they miss out on such a good thing. Why, Cindy? Why?"

      "Arthur," Cindy said. "If that's what you want I'll do it. If it's what
you want, Arthur, I'll go down on my knees, right now, and suck them all off.
Every one of them. One by one."

      "Do it, Cindy," Arthur said.

      "All right, Arthur," Cindy said.

      "And that's not all," Arthur said. "I want you to come back here every
day. Every day, Cindy. And I want you to take your clothes off, just like now.
And I want you to do what you said. For anybody who wants it that day. Will you
do that, Cindy?"

      "If you want me to, Arthur," Cindy said. "Do you want me to fuck them
too?"

      "Why not?" Arthur said. "Anything they want. Isn't that what a whore
does?"

      "All right, Arthur," Cindy said. "I will. I love you, Arthur."

      Cindy now got down on her knees. "All right," Cindy said. "If you'll all
line up, I'll suck you all off in turn. If you'd like to fuck me, just wait
until I'm finished and I'll accomodate you."

      "And if you have any horny friends," Arthur said, "bring them around
tomorrow, and Cindy will take care of them. This is going to be a daily
occurence. Isn't it, Cindy?"

      "If that's what you want, Arthur," Cindy said.

      "Arthur," Arnold said. "Do you smoke?"

      "Yes," Arthur said. "Why?"

      "So you usually have cigarettes with you," Arnold said.

      "That's right," Arthur said.

      "Good," Arnold said. "I think they'll come in handy."

      Cindy began to cry. She was crying as she sucked off the first man, and
still crying as she sucked off the last.

      It was hours later that Cindy came into Arnold's office.

      "I want to make a bargain with you, Arnold," Cindy said, and she took off
her clothes, and then she laid a full pack of cigarettes on Arnold's desk.
Crying...