Anybody's Enia
written and illustrated by Brian Tarsis
Eager to explore the exciting, mysterious world of B&D, Enia attends a big L.A. kink party. There she meets Lawrence, a sophisticated older man who takes her to realms of giddy submission she had never believed possible. Later he reveals that, due to a heart medication that he takes, he is unable to perform sexually. Enia decides to date him anyway, but he is concerned about fulfilling her needs. So the next night he has a young waiter fuck her against the wall behind the restaurant, and the experience leaves them both strangely intrigued. Lawrence begins finding ever more wild and unexpected ways to give Enia to other men as part of their B&D scenes, adding a strange and exciting dimension to their relationship.
Meanwhile, Enia’s B&D explorations result in blackmail at the law firm where she works, and she is forced to become the office sex slave, required to satisfy the needs of an increasing number of men. She could quit, of course, but it’s just so damned exciting!
Her sex life is spinning out of control, but she’s afraid to tell Lawrence what’s happening, and when he finds out, there’ll be hell to pay for this sex-crazed submissive young beauty!
Enia is brought to the boardroom, where the law firm's senior members have been meeting with some of their most important clients. Phillip, her boss, has just spanked her in private, but has not told her what he intends to do...
There were introductions at that point, but Enia didn’t hear any of them, her mind racing. Entertainment? She didn’t like the sound of that at all!
It was every bit as bad as she imagined. Phillip took a step back, strategically interposing himself between her and the door, and leaving her standing alone at the head of the conference table.
“Enia,” said Phillip, “undress for our guests.” The steel was in his voice, but the enormity of the request stopped her dead.
She turned to stare at him, her face going pale, her expression one of pure terror. She saw that he wasn’t joking, and she turned back to look at the faces of the men at the table. They were all watching her expectantly, some of them smiling, and she knew they had all been told she would do this, whatever it was. She returned her gaze to Phillip’s face in a final, desperate appeal, but she saw no mercy there. She turned slowly to face the men at the table, resignation filling her eyes.
Taking a deep breath, her eyes on the table before her, she forced herself to reach up and begin unbuttoning her blouse. No one made a sound as she slowly opened the tiny buttons with trembling fingers. The fact that it was so hard for her to make herself do this made it spellbinding for her small audience, and they watched her intently. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and a solid, unbroken line of flesh was revealed as she opened the last button. Reluctantly, she slipped her suit jacket from her shoulders and took it off, leaving her textured, powder-blue blouse hanging free, just covering her nipples but loose enough to reveal them if she moved just right. She unbuttoned her short skirt next, slipped it down her hips and stepped out of it. Always helpful, Phillip took her jacket and skirt from her. Now she had no choice but to remove her blouse. Breathing deeply and closing her eyes, she slipped it from her shoulders and removed it, baring her lovely breasts at last. A deep flush started at the nape of her neck and spread quickly, shading her face and chest the bright pink of acute embarrassment. Now only her light blue panties were left, for Phillip always insisted she keep her stockings and shoes on. Reluctantly, she hooked her thumbs under the narrow sides of the skimpy panties, and with a great effort, slowly pushed them down. Bending, she shoved then down to her knees, and gravity did the rest. She straightened up, arms at her sides, eyes closed, and stood naked before the six men. As if to add the final touch to her mortification, she felt her nipples stiffening beneath their gaze.
“She’s beautiful!” whispered one of the strangers, the words easily heard by everyone in the utter silence.
“Remarkable,” said another.
Phillip ensured that she was utterly humiliated by having her turn around and show them her reddened bottom, which left them speechless. Then he ordered her to turn back again and step up to the table.
“Yes, Sir,” she murmured, her etiquette coming back to her stunned brain.
“Now, Enia,” he said heavily, “I want you to bend over the table.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said again as she obeyed. Her eyes suddenly popped open, and she stared over her shoulder at Phillip, just in time to see him pull his favorite wooden paddle from his breast pocket.
Her humiliation complete, she whimpered and closed her eyes again, bracing herself for what she knew was coming as another blush suffused her face.
Phillip’s paddle came down on her right cheek first, striking with a resounding pop.
“Hnnngg!” said Enia, her hands clenching into fists on the tabletop, her head coming up involuntarily. She was painfully aware that her suffering was to be a show for the amusement of these men, and she wanted to endure it stoically, denying them as much entertainment as she could. Yet, that seemed to be impossible. The agonizing sting of the paddle seemed even worse in these circumstances! She had tasted its awful bite many times in the past month, but now, with six strangers at the table watching her every reaction, she was unable to reach the frame of mind that had allowed her to endure it.
With another frighteningly loud crack, the paddle struck Enia’s left cheek.
“Hnnggahhh!”
Her whole body jerked beneath the impact of the paddle, her upturned face grimacing in pain. Phillip was spanking her so hard… Again the paddle fell.
“Hnnnggaaarrr!”
Teeth clenched, she pressed her fists tightly against her naked breasts, every muscle straining as she endured the terrible burning pain. Without pause, the paddle struck again.
“Gaaannggghhh!”
This was unendurable! Her poor bottom was on fire! How could Phillip do this to her? The paddle was implacable.
“Aaaggghhhh!”
Her back arching, head thrown back, her right hand shot forward and clutched at the smooth tabletop.
“Aaaaaaggggghhhhhh!”
Enia had given up trying to control her reactions. In the face of such anguish, trying to deny the spectators a show no longer seemed important. Again the paddle struck.
“Ooooohhhhhh!”
She writhed and twisted on the table, one hand reaching down to cover her agonized bottom, but shying away before actually doing so. The paddle fell again.
“Aaaoowwwhhh!”
Her mouth wide as she wailed, she opened her tear-filled eyes. The faces of the men around her swam in her vision. They watched her with intense fascination, amusement, even awe, but she saw no pity there. Pow!
“Yaaaahhhggg!”
Her nude body arched high, head back, her breasts bouncing from the impact. Her fingertips squeaked as they dragged across the polished surface of the table. Crack!
“Aaaaahhhh!”
Enia gave them a show they’d remember in their fantasies for the rest of their lives. Shrieking, howling, thrashing wildly about on the smooth tabletop in front of them, this naked, dazzlingly beautiful girl endured a terrible paddling for their entertainment. They watched, spellbound, as it went on and on, and they hung on every expression of suffering, thrilled to every unrestrained cry. Phillip had told them at lunch that the girl loved a good, hard paddling, but as the tears flew and the shrieks filled the room, they couldn’t help wondering on what level she was enjoying herself.
At last it was over. Phillip tucked his paddle away in his pocket again, and his hands began to rub Enia’s hot, punished backside soothingly. Enia hid her face in the crook of her arm and lay limp, gasping and shuddering, her nude body glistening with a sheen of sweat.
