Part Eight - ... Who Can't Say No.

"So now what?" Adam tried to sound nonchalant as Martine locked the second cuff, securing his wrists together behind his back. She had insisted he remove his shirt first and now he stood before her, naked to the waist, wearing just his trousers and expensive designer shoes.

What indeed, Martine thought? What on earth was she playing at here anyway? This was ridiculous, chastity belt or no chastity belt, but some streak of devilment seemed to have taken her over and was driving her on now. She stepped back and strutted to and fro a few times, allowing him an uninterrupted appraisal of her new body, now dressed only in the original outfit that had been responsible for creating it - if she discounted the wretched belt, that was.

"Perhaps I should just get dressed again and leave you here," she suggested and for a second or so a flicker of doubt crossed his features. She stalked up close to him - in the heels she was not as tall as he was, but the boots gave her a sense of command - grasped his upper arms and pulled him close to her, so that his broad chest pressed against her full breasts. On an impulse, she leaned forward and her tongue flickered along his right shoulder, eliciting a groan. She released her grip and stepped back again, reaching out with one gloved hand to cup between his thighs.

"Whoah!" she breathed. "We are excited, aren't we?" It hadn't taken a tactile exploration to learn that, for the bulge in his tight fitting trousers was now only too obvious - painfully obvious, as far as Adam was concerned, she guessed. And suddenly there was no more Marty.

Slowly, Martine swayed around her "prisoner", one finger tracing the length of his spine as she passed behind him. Through hooded eyes, she surveyed him closely, letting a leering smile play across her pouting lips.

"Poor Adam," she crooned. "Poor Adam wants to put his great big man's cock in my tight little pussy hole." She stroked the bulge again and Adam let out a strangled sigh. "But poor Martine's all locked up, tighter than a Scotsman's life savings," she went on. "Poor, randy, dirty little Martine has to stay chaste, because wise Aunty Kerri knows her better than she knows herself."

Dammit, she thought, if I've got to suffer, so can he!

"Let's see what poor Martine is missing out on, shall we?" she breathed, dropping awkwardly to her knees and tugging at his shoelaces. He nearly toppled off balance twice, as Martine removed both shoes and socks, keeping upright only by a superhuman effort and a lot of comical hopping about.

"Trousers next, I think," Martine whispered and deftly unbuckled his belt. The fly zipper sighed downwards in one deft movement and, a second or two later, Adam was left with only his tanga styled underpants to cover what little was left of his modesty. Martine stared at the straining material wide-eyed, for Adam was certainly far better endowed than she had ever been as Marty.

A minute or so of more slapstick hopping and struggling and she at last had her victim totally naked, his rampant member sticking out in front like a flagstaff on a department store building. Gingerly, Martine took the length in her gloved right hand and gently massaged it a couple of times. Adam's eyes were closed, but not for long. Her hand withdrew and then arrowed in again in a short, swiftly exercised arc.

"Aaah!" Adam gasped, staggering backwards, his eyes flying open in surprise and pain. "What on earth -?"

"Pay attention!" Martine snapped. She reached up and pulled down the cup covering her left breast, revealing the swollen nipple at its centre. Hefting the entire globe in one hand, she lifted it and moved back towards Adam. He guessed her intention and parted his lips, obligingly.

The first warm touch sent Martine into a paroxysm of desire and her knees almost gave way beneath her.

"Suck!" she rasped and shuddered again as he drew the engorged flesh into his mouth. "Oh my god, don't stop. And the other one!" She bared her right nipple in turn and Adam transferred his attentions to it. Her hands flew down to her crotch, fingers seeking a gap between steel and warm flesh, but the band fitted too snugly and Martine let out a wail of frustration.

Desperately, she flexed her thigh muscles and ground her hips and was rewarded by a slight movement of the prong within her. It pressed against her swollen bud and fingers of fire shot up through her entire being. She felt Adam's teeth nipping at her tender teat, but it served only to heighten the sensations which were washing over her.

"Oh yes!" she screamed, as the first wave of orgasm began to crash over her shore. "Oh my god, yes! Yes!"

How long she was unconscious, Martine could not tell, but when she came round she was lying in the middle of the thickly carpetted floor, with Adam, hands still chained, kneeling a few feet from her. She propped herself up onto one elbow, though not without some great difficulty and stared across at him, shamefaced, until she saw that his massive erection was still very much in evidence.

Slowly, Martine rolled herself over onto all fours and began crawling across the short distance that separated the two of them. Adam, chest rising and falling, watched her approach, but did not flinch when she reached out to grab his shaft in her right hand. Wordlessly, they regarded each other for several seconds and then, slowly and deliberately, Martine lowered her mouth, stretching her lips wide to accomodate the huge purple tip of his organ.

For maybe a second and a half, she hesitated, one final vestige of the old Marty threatening to rebel, but it was a completely unequal contest and, as Martine the nymphomaniac reestablished mastery of her glorious body, her mouth and throat opened to draw in several inches of throbbing manhood. Adam raised his hips and thrust in time with her movements, almost causing her to gag. Martine raised her hands above her head, placed them against his chest and pushed, sending him sprawling backwards, though still with her mouth clamped firmly around his imprisoned phallus.

Briefly, she disengaged her mouth and half raised herself, so that she was staring into his glazed eyes. She rapped her knuckles against the belt of her chastity device and gave a short, harsh laugh.

"Mister," she said, "if it wasn't for this thing, I'd mount you right now and fuck your brains out!" The laugh that escaped her lips sounded barely human. "But don't think that lets you off the hook, baby. I'm gonna suck the life out of you from now till dawn and then we're gonna go find that bitch Kerry and get ourselves a key!"

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