Babes in Bondage: Vegas Babes Book 5

By Lisabet Sarai

It’s 9 PM in Vegas. Do you know your safeword?

Some people just won’t mind their own business. When an anti-porn terrorist group shuts down the Sin City Fetish Fair, Larry Archer offers The Fox’s Den as an alternative venue. With the assistance of newly arrived dominant Master Shark, plans for the Den’s very first Kink Night quickly take shape. Indeed, the denizens of the Den are practicing their BDSM techniques well before the event.

Blonde, beautiful and untouched, Patricia Hastings leads the Citizens Resisting American Perversion in their fight against filth. She’s determined to destroy the licentious, permissive, anything-but-vanilla strip club – whatever it takes. A smidgen of plastic explosive should do the trick... If only she can resist her attraction to the voluptuous, red-headed minx Annie, and her own secret craving for surrender.

Caught in the act of sabotage, Patty faces a choice: arrest, scandal and prison, or private punishment at the hands of Master Shark and his horny acolytes. Will C.R.A.P.’s paragon of purity uphold her prudish principles? Or consent to the violations that populate her forbidden fantasies?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lisabet Sarai
• Release date: Nov 1, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463927717

Lisabet Sarai

I became addicted to words at an early age. I began reading when I was four. I wrote my first story at five years old and my first poem at seven. Since then, I have written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – more than fifty single author titles including eight full length novels, plus dozens of short stories in various collections. My credits include contributions to the Lambda winner Where the Girls Are and the IPPIE Best Erotic Book of 2011, Carnal Machines. My gay scifi erotic romance Quarantine won a Rainbow Awards 2012 Honorable Mention. I have also edited a number of acclaimed erotica anthologies. Currently I am responsible for the charity erotica imprint Coming Together Presents, which as of December 2014 has published six volumes by top erotic authors, supporting causes such as Amnesty International, Planned Parenthood, and the Multiple Sclerosis Association of America.I have more degrees than anyone would ever need, from prestigious educational institutions who would no doubt be deeply embarrassed by my chosen genre. Aside from writing, travel is one of my most fervent passions. I’ve visited every continent except Australia, though I still have a long bucket list of places I haven’t been. Currently I live in Southeast Asia with my indulgent husband and two exceptional felines, where I pursues an alternative career that is completely unrelated to my creative writing.For more information about me and my writing, visit my website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com) or my blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com). Join my VIP email list here: https://btn.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh I also hang out at Goodreads, (http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/83387.Lisabet_Sarai) because I love the idea of a social network focusing on the love of reading. I’m not on Facebook, because I don’t trust it.

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Babes in Bondage

Lisabet Sarai

© Copyright 2019 Lisabet Sarai

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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental. All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.

This book intended for ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It contains sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers. Please store your files where they cannot be accessed by minors.

Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

About the Author

Blurb for Hot Brides in Vegas

X-Rated Excerpt from Hot Brides in Vegas

A Message from Lisabet

For Dacy, for Larry,

and for my long suffering Master

Chapter One

What are you doing here, my little ginger slut?

Annie gave a guilty start, whirling away from the dildo-strewn counter she’d been ogling to confront her accuser. Dr. Inez Alvaro-Larsen stood behind her, close enough that Annie grazed the woman’s leather-sheathed breasts with her flailing hands as she turned. A fierce blush painted Annie’s Irish-pale cheeks, even as the crotch of her jeans dampened and her nipples peaked under her cotton shirt. Inez always had that sort of effect.

Unlike Annie, the formidable professor wore a costume appropriate for the Las Vegas Fetish Fair: a black kidskin corset that accentuated her impressive cleavage, matching hot pants that clung to her ass as though painted on, and purple suede boots reaching to mid-thigh. Over six feet tall, with a lithe, muscular build and long, shapely legs, Dr. Alvaro-Larsen was more than a bit scary. She carried a neat little flogger in one gloved hand, which she tapped against her boot in simulated impatience. With her dramatic eye make-up, blood-red lipstick and silver-blond hair drawn tight into a ponytail, Inez definitely fit the image of a severe dominatrix. However, she couldn’t quite suppress the smile twitching at her lips as she took in Annie’s state of flustered arousal.

I—um, I had some time—some time before I’m supposed to meet Ted. I just thought I’d take a quick look around… Annie stuttered like a schoolgirl caught with hands inside her panties. Objectively she knew she had no reason to be embarrassed. She had no secrets from Inez. She’d munched on the professor’s pussy on more than one occasion. Meanwhile Dr. Alvaro-Larsen had explored all Annie’s holes with both her strap-on and her fist. Still, Inez had a natural authority, combined with a ferocious libido that never failed to transform Annie from a practical, self-confident young woman to a drenched, needy slave.

And have you seen anything you like? Inez palmed Annie’s tits and thumbed over the taut nipples. As though she’d flicked a switch, pleasure sparked from those distended nubs and sizzled down to Annie’s equally swollen clit. Swallowing a groan, Annie shook her head.

No? Much to Annie’s disappointment, Inez released her breasts and brushed past so she could get a closer look at toy display. How about these? The curlicue contraption of metal jingled a bit as she held it in front of Annie’s shocked gaze.

Nipple clamps? I never—

Never? Well, there’s nothing like new experiences. Those plump nipples of yours were just made to be clamped.

No—please, Inez… The paired devices sparkled as they dangled from Inez’s purple-gloved fingers. A silvery chain looped from one to the other. As Inez applied pressure to one of them, the jaws opened. The springs were obviously quite strong. Annie shuddered, but still, she couldn’t look away from the evil device.

Off with your shirt, girl.

What! Annie squealed, earning some curious looks from people passing the booth. But we’re in public, she added in a lower voice.

In public at a fetish fair, Inez corrected. The rules here are different. Look around. You won’t be the only bare-breasted beauty.

The professor spoke the truth. Plenty of people in the crowd wore normal street clothes like Annie’s own, but a lot of skin was visible, too. A burly guy strolled past in a leather mask and chaps that completely exposed his hairy ass. She spotted a middle-aged couple browsing the selection of ropes in the booth next door. The woman’s satin waist-cincher displayed her D-cup tits in all their ripe glory, including her Hershey-kiss nipples, while her see-through skirt showed off her ample ass. Her chubby partner wore nothing but a rubber jock strap and a dog-collar. Meanwhile, on the stage at the end of the convention hall, Annie could just make out the figure of a slender brunette, shackled to an imposing cross, who appeared to be completely nude.

What are you waiting for? Strip! A strange light burned in the professor’s eyes. Unless you can tell me honestly that you don’t want to try this.

Terrified but unbelievably horny, Annie shook her head. She couldn’t pretend she wasn’t curious. Furthermore, she knew Inez was dying to see the clamps on her tits, and she truly wanted to please the professor. Okay, she said, grabbing the lower edge of her top and pulling it over her head before she lost her nerve. She handed it to Inez, who tucked the garment into her wide leather belt.

As was often the case, Annie wore no bra. Her breasts stood up proudly, the nipples at attention. She felt exposed and vulnerable, but fierce lust overwhelmed every other emotion. She was tempted to shuck off her jeans, too, to kneel at the Domme’s feet and beg for fingers in her snatch or a fist in her anus.

Come closer, purred Inez. That’s right. Take a deep breath…

The silver jaws closed around Annie’s right nipple. She’d expected pain, but not the agony that burned through her. Her strangled cry attracted a few curious glances, but hers were not the only screams ringing through the hall.

The first excruciating torment ebbed a bit, to be replaced by a throbbing ache synchronized with her heartbeat. Her clit swelled and pulsed in time. Waves of pleasure radiated from the hot, hard nodule to her extremities, transforming the pain to something complex and unfathomable. Her nipples still hurt, without doubt, but with every pang, an orgasm wound tighter in her pelvis.

Too much? Inez asked, searching her face.

Incapable of speech, Annie just shook her head. She trusted the professor to understand what she was experiencing.

Very good. Then let’s do the other. We don’t want you to feel out of balance. Breathe, now.

She was more prepared for the bite of the second clamp, keeping her reaction to a stifled moan. Still, it seemed the pain more than doubled. Her eyes squeezed shut, she struggled to endure it. Her nipples were on fire; her body was melting, her clit a live coal, her cunt a pool of molten need. The clamps were pure torture. How could they be turning her on?

What a good slut you are. The Domme’s voice was low and gentle, close to her ear. You are so beautiful, wearing your submission like a badge of honor. You deserve a reward.

Inez captured Annie’s mouth and thrust her tongue inside. Annie relaxed into the professor’s arms. The leather corset pressed against the clamps, ramping up her discomfort. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but the tart flavor of Inez’s lips, the lean energy of her body, the musky power of her scent, and the long, gloved fingers dancing between Annie’s thighs.

Inez kissed her, hard and unrelenting. Meanwhile she rubbed the soaked denim crotch of Annie’s jeans, pressing the seam against her hungry clit. Back and forth, back and forth—the friction made Annie crazy, drove her to the edge, and finally pushed her over.

The climax was like nothing Annie had ever known, sensation so raw and strong she wasn’t sure it could be called pleasure. It tore her open, ripped her apart, turned her inside out. The world turned black, edge with red flickers of bliss. Her spasming cunt was the only reality.

Inez continued to stroke and rub as Annie gradually recovered, rocking her fist in the wet, twitching gap between Annie’s thighs. Annie ground her pussy against the other woman’s knuckles, not satisfied despite the incredible ferocity of the first orgasm.

Greedy little thing! the professor commented. You want to come again? Very well. She bore down, giving Annie exactly the friction she needed.

Jubilant, ready to let go, Annie sucked air into her lungs. She let it out in a wild scream as Inez simultaneously removed both clover leaves. Blood surged into her battered nubs, the pain many times more intense than at the initial clamping. Still, she was too close to coming to be stopped. Even that agony was not enough to halt the orgasm barreling through her.

Unbearable pain and exquisite pleasure swirled through her consciousness, inextricably mingled. Then consciousness itself winked out. The next thing she knew, Annie found herself sprawled on the industrial carpet in front of the toy stand. Inez knelt at her side, stroking her forehead with now-bare hands.

Are you okay? Her patrician features showed some concern.

I—I think so. Annie did a quick inventory. Her nipples hurt, but not too badly. Her clit still tingled with echoes of her climax. Her pants were so wet they stuck to her thighs. Aside from these more focused sensations, she felt as though her whole body was warm and glowing. That had been one hell of an orgasm.

Probably a bit much for the first time, Inez commented.

No, it was fine. Really. It was amazing, in fact.

You enjoyed it?

Annie gave Inez a weak grin. In a weird sort of way, yes.

Would you like to do it again?

Maybe. Annie glanced at the gawkers that surrounded them. In private, I think.

Inez pulled on her pussy-damp satin gloves, reclaiming her dominant image. She sniffed the fabric with obvious relish, before helping Annie to her feet and returning the tee shirt. When the redhead was decent once more, Inez gave her a quick kiss, then held up the gleaming clamps.

I’d better pay for these, then.

Chapter Two

The whip hissed through the air and landed with a crisp snap on the woman’s bare ass. Giulia winced in sympathy with the young brunette up on the demo stage. A crimson welt bloomed, marking the path the leather had traced across the girl’s skin. Giulia’s pussy clenched and moistened at the sight. She knew all too well the thrill that came with being marked.

Another? asked the Dom who paced back and forth behind the St. Andrew’s Cross where he’d bound his victim. He was not particularly tall or muscular, but he radiated power. Moving with a tiger’s grace, his every gesture economical and confident, he flourished the single tail. Giulia’s pulse raced as she watched, her own nipples and clit swollen and throbbing. She ached to be in the place of the dark-haired woman, to receive the gifts of his focused attention and his precise whip-strokes.

Yes, Sir, the girl moaned. Please, Sir.

The leather snaked out, almost too fast to be visible. A new stripe appeared, crossing the both butt cheeks. She yelped and writhed—whether in pain or in pleasure, Giulia couldn’t tell. In her experience, the two sometimes mingled so thoroughly it could be hard to distinguish the difference. The girl’s sex wasn’t visible, but in the bright stage lights, Giulia could see the dampness coating her inner thighs. Hardly a surprise. Giulia’s panties were soaked, too.

She’d left The Fox’s Den in the competent hands of her assistant manager Peaches, so she could check out the Fetish Fair. At work, in the club, she wore her slave collar and the tight, revealing clothes her husband and Master loved, but she’d dressed more conservatively for her excursion to the kink exhibition, in black leggings and a loose gray tunic that covered her generous butt. As she wandered the aisles, checking out the toys, fantasizing about the cuffs, the spreader bars, the ropes and the floggers, she got more and more turned on. Her arousal, though, mixed with a vague dissatisfaction.

Six foot seven and built like a tank, her husband looked the part of the fierce and unyielding master. Certainly he understood her submissive desires. He tied her up, spanked her, fucked her to a quivering pulp with his enormous cock. Deep down, though, he really wasn’t a top. Tiny dominated her because he loved her, or occasionally to punish her when she deserved it —not out of any intrinsic need for her submission. In the year since they’d married, Giulia had come to realize she was far kinkier than her spouse.

The Fetish Fair made her want more. She wanted someone who’d use her body for his own pleasure, who’d continually challenge her and push her limits, simply because he delighted in exercising his power.

Someone like this Dom… He’d finished the flogging