Heir to one of America's great fortunes, David Farnsworth Smythe lives lavishly and licentiously. As far as David is concerned, the privilege of wealth is to squander vast sums on young women willing to capitulate to his sordid sexual penchants and completely debase themselves for money... and his pleasure. But when it comes time to inherit his billions, David draws the attention of the clever and Dominant Heather MacDougall, a woman with whom no man should trifle. Nor should any male cross her beautiful and accomplished team of female bodyguards and torturers... all dedicated to relieving David of every last inherited dollar.
An action thriller of intrigue, kidnapping, coercion, theft by deception, torture, and duplicity, as the powerful Ms. MacDougall and her accomplices subdue, humiliate and squash into submission this repugnant male. For aficionados of Female Dominance and the abject subjugation of the male.
Scenes of bondage, intense CBT, sensory deprivation, psychological control, electro stimulation, caning, strap on play, extreme body modification and more, combine to make this one of Chris Bellows' most entertaining stories.
Of special note: with this story Chris Bellows transcribes his one millionth word for publication with Pink Flamingo.
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November 30, 2009
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Excerpt from Supplication of the Male Pig by Chris Bellows
David steps from the realtor's office, eager to return to the hotel to phone Megan--the hot little sexpot he connected with the night before. It is not a call to be made before a room full of attorneys. After all, with Megan he is 'William Sutherland' and in so announcing himself he would not wish to cast suspicion on the million dollar transaction just completed.
Ironically he hears the name 'William' being called in English and looks to see the voluptuous Iowan sitting across the street with a cold drink. He smiles, waves and crosses to join her.
"I was just returning to the hotel to call you."
"It's boring sitting there all alone. I took a walk and got thirsty."
Megan has been at the bistro for two hours assuring that 'Bad Boy' would not escape her mother Heather's insidious trap.
Small talk ensues. David's lust slowly grows. The thought of plucking for free what he normally buys is an enticing thought. Megan is young but more than ripe. Such a luscious form and so delightfully innocent. His imagination hears her squeal with shock as a man's turgid penis parts her cheeks for the first time. 'No not there,' she protests. But it is too late.
David suggests renting a boat. Megan nods as her phone rings. It is Heather delivering the faux message that Megan's 'parents' will be arriving early. Megan hangs up and passes on the information.
"They're coming in tonight. But we can still take that boat ride."
David nods. His planned timing is now pressed but it makes no matter. He has been mentally stripping the girl of clothing since their meeting last night. It is time to do so for real.
"Let's go down to the harbor and I'll rent a little motor boat while you buy a boxed lunch."
Perfect. Megan is happy that the two will be separated long enough for her to call her Mother and confirm the plans.
"You promised me a visit to that little island," Megan reminds the bad boy.
David nods and grins. It is a wicked grin. He is wondering how far into Megan's throat he can slide his erect penis before she gags. Then there's that pert bottom that most likely has never been penetrated...
It is a cloudless day and David is more than happy to overpay an obnoxious boat owner for a few hours rental. Megan strides the dock carrying boxed lunches and a large bottle of wine. David's lustful eyes follow each step. She will be quite the conquest.
Exiting the harbor David steers west then north toward the channel separating the Isla and Majorca. There is more light conversation. A relaxed Megan continues to play her role of Iowa teen. And to assure that David is in the proper mood and will firmly spring the trap, she performs her rousing little trick.
"Can you do this?" she playfully asks 'William'.
Her tongue thrusts forth and licks across the entire lower portion of her nose. She giggles girlishly and innocently. Yet she knows such a demonstration of oral skills has always led to fellatio with her hormone laden classmates. Thus she assures that 'Bad Boy' is in the proper frame of mind. She detects that the throttle is subconsciously opened a little wider and the boat gains a few knots in its journey to the Isla.
"Oh what's that?" Megan feigns surprise in spotting the stonework of the fifteenth century monastery.
"That's our picnic ground. Read about that place in some brochures at the hotel."
A curious exchange of lies and deceit, both parties faking limited knowledge of their destination.
"Are we allowed?"
"I don't think the owner will mind," David ironically replies in suppressing a laugh.
High above and well hidden in the rocks, Macumba follows the boat, watching with binoculars and describing the progress in talking on the cellular communications network.
"They're approaching the dock and it's only the two of them."
"Everyone hold your places until they're into the monastery. We'll take him there," Heather instructs.
Ostensibly appearing as two young lovers, David and Megan ascend the hundreds of stone steps with eagerness...she in performing her role of ing?nue and entrapment, he in expecting to feel that enormous tongue glide over his genitals.
"Let's see if the building is open," David suggests in palming the keys.
While Megan turns her head to gaze at the breathtaking view, David furtively slips the key in the door lock, turns and quickly stuffs the keys back into his pocket.
"Hey, it's open," he exclaims as Megan turns back.
"Are you sure it's okay?" Megan inquires, once again licking her nose to spur David's lust.
"Is that all you can do with that tongue?" David broaching the subject as he nears a secluded and comfortable place where Megan will feel comfortable demonstrating to him.
Megan's look changes from naive teen to that of a desirous strumpet.
"Let me show you," she replies in a sultry voice stepping through the door and gesturing for David to join.
The trap is sprung. David follows and Megan dashes away as Mylee and Zuta stand in the large foyer holding Uzi's. Outside, Macumba has left her post and approaches from behind blocking any escape out the door. David wordlessly raises his hands.
"I have some money I can give you," he finally offers in breaking the silence.
Heather steps into view... calm... cool... confident...she stands arms akimbo.
"I think you have more than some money, Mr. David Farnsworth Smythe. And you won't be giving it. Our intention is to take it. Every dime."
Macumba pushes David through the foyer into the ballroom. Zuta and Mylee stay well back covering the billionaire's every move.
"I'm sure you've seen your wine cellar, David. We've kind of made it a base of operations."
Heather flicks the hidden switch and the secret door opens. David is surprised with her familiarity.
"Down the steps, Mr. Smythe. I hope you enjoyed your sunny boat ride. You won't be seeing daylight for quite some time."
David's hands remain in the air as he leads the entourage into the bowels of the monastery. Zuta follows keeping the Uzi at the ready. Then follow Mylee, Macumba, Heather and lastly the 'sweet' ing?nue Megan.
In assembling in the deep chamber Zuta and Macumba move to opposite corners to guard while Mylee steps into her role. How many frightened prisoners did she greet at Chang Zou prison? She smiles in confidence. Having her own Caucasian with which to toy will be so pleasurable.
"Strip," she commands in smiling evilly.
The four other women join in her smile, observing the comeuppance of David Farnsworth Smythe.
David does not move. A wicked kick to the back of his knees brings him to the floor. Another to the solar plexus leaves him breathless. Mylee steps closer with a razor sharp box cutter in hand. David's clothing is summarily shredded. As each garment is removed, Heather searches collecting relevant paraphernalia such as wallet, hotel room key, monastery keys, all personal effects.
In completing the task, David finds himself naked. All laugh at the shriveled pecker, which pumped away during the high seas journey and now flaccidly appears to be so harmless.
"Lie face down."
Having endured two powerful kicks, David obeys. Mylee begins to slather his body with a powerful chemical depilatory.
"A precaution against pediculosis, David... lice can be distracting," Heather explains. "You're going to be tucked away for a while and we don't want little bugs making you uncomfortable. We want that privilege for ourselves."
While the foul smelling chemical works, Mylee shears David's head. Heather narrates.
"We're going to need some things from you David. And we think in time you will offer such with glee. You'll find our methods to be persuasive."
"I'll kick, bite and scratch before I give you anything," a defiant yet vulnerable David retorts.
"We shall see. But first, within a couple of days we'll want to know that code you use to extract funds from the trust accounts administered for you by the law firm of Grayson, Boddington and Snipes. Oh yes, don't look surprised. We're aware of the arrangement."
David begins to squirm as the depilatory burns his more sensitive parts. Mylee was indiscriminate in applying it and she smiles in seeing David suffer from what will be the first of a long series of torments.
A soothing wet cloth finally cools the burn and all body hair is swept away.
"On your back," Mylee commands.
David complies and there is feminine tittering as a second application of depilatory is swathed on his front side, scrotum included.
"Those little balls will feel some heat, but it is best," Heather mocks.
The women watch in silence as David's entire body, head included is made glabrous.
"The code is just an interim step, David. We'll need working capital while executing our long term plan. I think we'll be able to transfer a couple of million before the law firm catches on to our subterfuge. By then we'll be well into the next segment."
The remainder of the chemical is sponged away along with every strand of David's hair. He looks ridiculous and the woman are without compunction in letting him know.
Mylee moves to the next stage of David's planned incarceration, retrieving various implements from the many boxes transported by the cabin cruiser. She begins by working on David's thumbs, while Heather continues her calm narration.
"I'm sure you must appreciate the expense involved in such an operation, David. I'm afraid we had to scrimp a bit somewhere. Mylee is going to secure you utilizing simple hose clamps. Strong, effective, cheap, I think when finished you will find yourself ineluctably restrained."
Two small clamps encircle David's thumbs. Two large ones encircle the upper portion of his biceps. Looped within the bands are small rings. Such are used to connect the thumb clamp to the bicep clamp with a short chain, David loses most of the mobility of his hands.
"We've lined the clamps with strips of neoprene for comfort, David. Long term bondage requires such."
Larger hose clamps surround the ankles, the thighs near the hips and lastly the neck. The numerous rings allow the bands of metal to be hooked in a variety of ways.
With another vicious kick David is directed to crawl to the wooden frame lying on the stone floor.
David must agree with Heather's assessment. The clamps are indeed strong, probably cheap and most effective. His feet are drawn up and the right ankle clamp is hooked to the right thigh... likewise with the left ankle and thigh.
Next the numerous bands, neck included, are attached to the hooks on the interior of the frame using short chains. David and the five foot high frame are made one.
Heather turns on the electric winch.
"In time you'll divulge the code, David. And I can assure you, you'll not be kicking, biting and scratching under Mylee's tutelage."
The switch is flicked. David and the frame rise to stand upright. The women laugh as David is forced to display his hairless nakedness, helplessly kneeling within the sturdy wooden assembly. His flaccid penis and hairless balls dangle freely.
Mylee opens the iron doors of the oubliette. The winch brings David completely off the stone floor, suspending him over the dark nothingness of the pit.
"Bye, bye David," Heather mockingly laughs as she shifts the gear and the motor whirs to lower David into his new home.
"Don't forget that code. You're going to need it to ever again see daylight."