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Author’s Note: This is a work of fiction. The events within this story never happened and are solely created for the reading pleasure of this website and its members.



I lost my temper with my contractor the day before, pitching a fit because he tried to tell me that the price to complete the job was going to be almost double of his original estimate. Not only did I refuse to pay for the extra estimate, I refused to pay him the money I still owed him. That is when things got ugly cause I told him that he would not see a dime unless he stuck to his original estimate and finished the job we agreed to. Upset by my refusal to accept what he had said, the contractor and his men left early that day and I thought I would never see them again.



So I was very surprised when they showed up the next day for work. The contractor had brought coffee and bagels for everyone and had a smile on his face. Since he was eager to get his men back to work I had assumed that he was going to honor his original estimate that we had agreed to. I felt proud of myself for taking a stand and stood there drinking my coffee and watching the men as they all got back to work. A few minutes after things seemed to be back to normal, I started to feel dizzy. As I fell down on the floor, the last thing I could hear was someone coming over and asking if I was all right.



When I started to come around, I finally figured out what had happened. My coffee had been spiked. The contractor wasn’t here to work, he was here to hand out a little payback to the bitch that was refusing to pay the bills. Everything was still a little hazy as I started to wake up, I realize that I was gagged. There was a rubber ball in my mouth and when I tried to touch it, that was when I found out that I had been cuffed to my own bed. I was tied up and drugged, and there was no telling what these men were going to do to me. I could hear them talking, something about how amazing my breasts looked, and I got the feeling that they were going to do a lot more than just look at me, and it scared me. They realized I was beginning to wake up and seemed eager to get started. They wanted me to be awake for what they had planned. That scared me even more. I tried to talk and scream at them but they merely laughed.



There were six men in the room, and it was the contractor who came forward and took a seat right beside the bed. “Today this bitch is going to get a good attitude adjustment and I’m just the man that’s going to give it to her. She’s going to learn that you pay hard working men what they earn, or we will take our payment through other means.” after he said that, the contractor stood up and began to remove his overalls. “Now it’s time for her to pay her bill. Take her pants off.”



I could feel the hands of the other workers as they tore my jeans off with little or no effort. I watched in fear as two men grabbed my legs and forced them apart as wide as they could possibly be. I was still wearing a thong, but that was going to put up little if any resistence to what this man wanted to do to me. He climbed ontop of me, and I could feel his hand started to feel my thong, and then with a quick movement, he pulled the loose pair of panties out of the way, expsoing my clean shaven pussy to entire room. “This is what we do when bitches refuse to give us our pay.” the contractor whispered in my ear. Just after he finished saying that, I could feel the head of his cock rub against the lips of my pussy and I started to shake and squirm, hoping and praying that I could get out and escape. It was no use, as the restraints on my hands and the two men holding my legs held tight, and I started to cry as the contractor slowly started to push his cock inside me. I could tell the fucking bastard wasn’t even wearing a condom, as I could feel his skin as he started to push deeper and deeper inside. His cock was huge, and after several probing strokes, he was balls deep inside me.



“How does that feel bitch?” the contractor asked, “I can tell your husband has a small cock, you’re cunt is squeezing the shit out of my meat.” I started to moan as the tears were falling down my cheek. “It’s too late for that, you’re going to pay for the work we did and I’m going to my money’s worth right now.”



I wanted to respond but I couldn’t and right after he said that he began to thrust back and forth as hard as he could. He began to pound my pussy with little or no concern for how I felt as he balls slapped hard against my ass with each thrust. His cock was pumping me harder than I had ever been fucked by anyone, and I bit hard into the ball gag as I could tell I was beginning to have an orgasm. I didn’t want to give that bastard the satisfaction of hearing me moan, but he could tell what was going on as my pussy was getting wetter with each stroke, and his cock was covered in it. I could hear how wet it was getting down there and the contractor laughed as he kept fucking me as hard as he could. That fat, smelly piece of shit leaned over and whispered to me as he was pounding the shit out of me, “Your cunt is so fucking wet. I bet you’re loving this!” I didn’t respond and turned my head away from him. He grabbed my head and turned it back to face him. “I just wanted to let you know I’m going to cum inside you now, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”



After he said that I started to fight back, shaking and trying to squirm free like I had before, but like my previous attempt it was in vain. The contractor began to moan and I started to feel his cock throb and with one final thrust, that bastard shoved himself as deep as he could before blowing his unwanted seed inside me. I had never felt so much sperm inside me, as it just exploded like a fire hose, filling me up and leaking out and down the crack of my ass. I cried some more, being humiliated in front of his crew and violated for doing nothing more than stand up for myself. The contractor finally pulled his cock out but I could feel how stretched out I was, as the cool air shot inside as the head of his cock released with a pop. I looked up at the contractor as he started to put his underwear and overalls back on. He had a grin on his face that disgusted me, proud that he had taught me a lesson for standing up to him. He had demonstrated his authority to his men by raping a woman in front of them. Taking what he wanted and doing it by force. He looked down at me, “Now the real fun begins, little lady.”



I looked back up at him, a confused look on my face.



“Tyrone, you’re next.”



I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My nightmare wasn’t over, it was just beginning. What looked like rape had suddenly developed into gang rape. The contractor was going to share me with every man in his crew. The two men holding my legs turned me over, so I was no longer on my back but instead on my stomach for my next assault. They also took the two cuffs that were binding me to the bed and detached them from the bed. The placed my arms behind my back and cuffed both cuffs to the other arm… binding them together. I looked to the side and I could see Tyrone getting ready to go next. He had removed his overalls, and was stepping out of his boxer shorts. I could see why the contractor wanted to go first, as Tyrone’s manhood made his bosses cock look tiny. I had never seen a cock that huge, and he was also black, something else I had never done before. I started to struggle, but I was held down to my own bed, forced to take it again by force.



Tyrone came in from behind, eager to take me like a dog, and I kept my legs closed, refusing to go willingly. He grabbed me by the hair and yanked my hair back. “Listen up bitch.” Tyrone growled. “I’m going to fuck that pussy hard, so you better spread cause the tighter you make it, the more it’s gonna hurt.” He was right, and I had no choice. He was going to rape me anyway, and as much as I didn’t want to submit, I spread my legs out, exposing myself to be taken from behind. I could feel the weight of the bed shift as Tyrone got into position and seconds later I could feel the head of his cock rubbing against my already violated pussy. I love fucking my husband in doggie style, but Tyrone wasn’t my husband and his cock was bigger than the contractor’s and the thought of never being able to fuck my husband like that the same again made me feel sad. Tyrone wasn’t in the mood to wait, and was aware that I was stretched out a little as he just shoved most of his cock inside with one giant thrust. Again my teeth grit into the ball gag as the pain from Tyrone’s thrust sent a shock that went all the way up my spine, and then I began to feel him pump in and out, fucking me like a dog and doing it as hard as he could. His thursts hurt more with each pump and I thought it was never going to end, but it did without warning as Tyrone pulled out. He didn’t even orgasm so I was confused to what was going on.



The answer came seconds later when I felt a lubricated finger enter my asshole. Shocked that I was being violated in a new fashion, I began to wiggle and resist, but there was nothing I could do. I was being held down by two men, and Tyrone was now putting two fingers inside my asshole, lubbing up my ass. I had never let anyone fuck me in the ass, and I think Tyrone could tell by how tight my ass was when he was fingering it. “This bitch is an ass virgin!” Tyrone called. The other guys in the room whooped and clapped as Tyrone began to put some lube on his cock. I felt two hands grab my ass and pull my cheeks apart exposing my virgin ass to Tyrone. Mere seconds later, Tyrone pushed the head of his cock inside my asshole and I screamed for the first time. If felt like someone had shoved a piece of glass inside my ass and I really thought his cock was gonna rip my ass apart. He went slow at first… fucking my ass with just the head of his cock. Then with each throbbing pulse Tyrone began to thrust deeper and slowly fill my entire asshole, stretching my little ass to its limits. There was nothing I could do about it, as his enormous cock began to fuck my ass harder and harder once he got balls deep inside. My ass was being ripped apart, and just when it couldn’t get any worse, I could hear Tyrone groan just before feeling a rush of liquid squirt deep inside my ass. My ass was so tight around his cock, Tyrone had to literally force himself out, causing a gush of his sperm to seep out of my ravaged ass and dribble down my pussy and legs.



Before I could even get my breath back, the two men holding my arms lifted me up in the air off the bed. I looked down and watched as another worker laid down on my bed, the same one I made love to my husband on, and waited for me to come back down. The two men holding my arms lowered me down on their co-worker, forcing me to straddle him. His already hard cock entered my pussy and filled me back up, and the two men bent me over my new rapist so that he could fuck me harder and fondle my breasts at the same time. After the ripping that came at the hands of Tyrone, this man’s cock while big was not as harsh to take as took my pussy to town again. I was started to lose the will to fight, realizing that there was nothing I could do. I stopped making any sounds, and just prayed for the end to come soon.



They were never answered because while being fucked from below, I felt a new finger probe my asshole from behind. I could hear the guy below me talk. “Joe, what are you doing up there?” he called up.



“Since she was a virgin before Tyrone went in there, I’m sure she’s never taken two at the same time. Let’s give this bitch a double pen.”



“Right on, shove it in there.”



I started to squirm at the thought of being fucked in both holes at the same time, and the two men holding my arms were too strong, and without warning, I felt a new cock enter my asshole, and again I was in pain. Two cocks were pounding me at the same time, and despite the pleasure it was creating inside me for the first time, I refused to give either of these assholes the satisfaction to think they were doing something for me.



Then I heard a familiar voice as the contractor walked back into the room to enjoy the view. I was being fucked in both holes, and he gave out a chuckle at the site. “That bitch is getting it good but I think she wants more.” he walked over and pulled my head up by the hair. “I’m going take this off, and if you scream once I will make you regret it. Understood?”



I nodded and he removed the ball gag. “Please, stop! I’ll pay anything you want, just tell them to stop!”



“It’s too late for that bitch, but you will know not to say no to me from now on.” as he was saying that, he was taking his overalls off again and I looked at him in shock as he pulled his big cock out again. I was going to say something to him, possibly beg him not to do what I thought he was going to do, but at that time Joe rammed his cock into me harder than before and my mouth popped open with shock. The contractor shoved his cock inside and started to fuck my face while my other two holes were being fucked by his men. With both hands on my head, the contractor forced his big cock down my throat causing me to gag as he was pumped my throat. He pulled out on occassion to let me breath, but shoved his cock back in before I could muster the energy to say anything.



With his hands on my hips, Joe was slamming my asshole as hard as he could so much that I forgot there was another cock pounding my pussy. Both men began to groan and I knew what was coming, as both cocks exploded inside me at the same time, and I whimpered softly as I had again been forced to take someone’s seed inside me. The contractor didn’t care as he kept fucking my face, shoving himself deeper inside with each thrust. I was tempted to bite that fat fucker’s cock, but was afraid of what he would do in response. At this moment, my only goal was to survive. The contractor began to moan and for the second time that day, he was going to force his semen inside me. He grabbed two handfuls of hair and pushed my head down hard, shoving his cock deep inside my mouth. I couldn’t breath, but felt multiple shots of hot cum squirting down my throat. After he finally pulls out, I gasp for breath and sob uncontrolably.



“That’s enough guys. We’re finished here.”



After the contractor said that, the man underneath me got off the bed and the two men holding my arms tossed me onto my bed. The contractor walked over after putting his cock away and knelt by the bed so that his face was less than a few inches from my own. “We are going to get back to work. You are going to take a long, hot shower. Stay in there for at least thirty minutes and I want you to scrub that body down as much as you can. Then you are never going to speak to me or any of my men ever again. Are we understood?”



I nodded to him that I understood.



“You will tell your husband to handle the finances of this job from here on and you will never tell anyone what happened here. If you do, we will make what happened today look like a picnic. Are we clear on this?”



I nodded again. “I hate you.”



“You are entitled to that opinion.” the contractor said as he stood up. “Have a nice shower and do as you’re told.”



I didn’t want to anger the man again, so I gathered what was left of my clothing and left my own bedroom and into the bathroom that was attached. I locked the door and for the first time, I was safe. I paused for a few moments and listened to what was going on outside, and the contractor was true to his word. They were going back to work on the house and chatting like nothing had ever happened. I considered calling the police, but the thought of having to tell my husband what happened scared me. How would he ever look at me after what I had been through? After thinking about it for a while, I walked over to the shower and turned it on. I walked in and started to clean off the dirt and sperm that had been forced upon me. I wanted it all to go away, and I was afraid of the wrath I might inflict on myself and my husband if I defied that contractor again. He had won the day, and I would have to accept that… for now.

This is part two of a story. Any questions can probably be cleared up by reading the first part. It was not mentioned during the first story, but even though the story is written in first person, it hasn’t actually happened. This story was originally written for my Master as a fantasy of us, and it was him who inspired me to submit it. I hope you enjoy it as much as we do, and please leave me comments, as we do read them.



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I thought it was over. I realize now that that was a stupid assumption. You’d never let me get finish so soon at home, so why should it be any different now? My body has stopped shaking, but my mind is in a totally different place. As we look out on the gallery – you had opened the curtains, but I am unsure when — I notice that there are a lot of different things going on. Some people are just watching, their gazes roaming until they see a particular scene they like, while others are engaged in different activities. There is a hot tub, several private dungeon areas with views out to the public, and a few rooms that are laid out like bedrooms with large windows.



As I watch I suddenly feel you secure straps around my ankles, then my wrists. Suddenly my mind is alert — where had those come from? As I turn I see the tray they’d been brought in on along with the cords laying there. I am curious as to what they are there for, as it’s not something we’ve done before. As you pick up the first cord, you hook it to the ring on the right-hand cuff, followed by hooking the other end to a ring suspended from the ceiling. You do the same with my left. I am barely able to move in either direction, much less sit or kneel. Next you fasten my feet to the floor; I am now spread eagle, for everyone to see. I am glad that my clothes are still on and intact.



“You have been very naughty lately.” You tell me as I hang in place. “I expect better of you.” I am bewildered by this as I have no idea what you are talking about, haven’t I been a good girl? What did I do that upset you? “You want me to tell you what you did?” You ask with a menace in your voice that I am quite familiar with. “Yes, Please” I respond, unsure of how to answer. My knees are shaking and my pussy is once again wet with anticipation. “You mean you don’t know?” you ask, the sound of your voice so forceful that my pussy starts to ache. “No sir.” I reply knowing that more than a mono-syllabic response at this time would be difficult to say as the connection between my brain and mouth has been lost in the confusion of being on display with a dripping cunt. “Well slut, that means you need even more punishment.” The smile on your face is wicked, and my nipples are hard just contemplating what might be in store.



You slowly disrobe me, untying the corset, followed by the halter. As the zipper on the dress comes to a stop, you freeze momentarily as it pools around my calves, and ripping the seam out so it comes away completely you say, “I guess that’s just one more thing you’ll have to fix.” You finish my disrobement by tearing off the thigh-highs, and tossing them on the floor.



I can see everything. Hanging bare, and half suspended, I notice a girl — a sub by the look of her — watching us. Her Mistress is punishing a male sub by keeping him erect, but not allowing him to cum. The girl is transfixed, her eyes watching us closely.



Your focus is completely on me. You start my punishment with just a touch, using your hand to produce small caresses up my buttocks and spine. A soft touch here and there, driving me crazy as my pussy drips hot juices down my thighs. As you reach up and caress my breasts, I notice the sub across the way has begun to touch her-self. She mimics your movements, stroking her butt as you touch mine, pinching her nipples as you squeeze mine.



I am brought back to us as something cold lightly touches my thigh. I can’t see what it is, but it is stiff and smooth. I am nervous, and unsure of what to expect. The object is removed, and soon your hands start to fondle my ass. You very slowly start to play with that hole. It is sensitive, and tight. You work first one, then two fingers in, and as I start to moan with pleasure I notice that the sub across the way is leaning over a chair with her legs spread and her fingers penetrating her ass. Watching her is making me even hotter, and my swollen pussy is throbbing in response to my heightened senses.



I notice that you are now using a lubricant, it is making it easier for your fingers to pump in and out, and I am having a hard time focusing on anything else. Suddenly, in one quick movement your fingers are gone replaced by the cold object, which I now realize is a metal dildo that had been sitting in a bucket of ice.



The pain of this sudden violation makes me scream out, and you spank me to remind me of who is boss. I quiet, shaking in my bonds as my ass seizes from the unwanted intrusion. Now suddenly aware of everything I notice that my screams have brought us to the attention of other curious club-goers, but my favorite is the sub, who seems intrigued, and unaware that she has drawn her mistress’ attention as she continues to fuck her own ass.



Watching them I am reminded once again of my own body. I notice that the pain and humiliation of my recent violation has made my nipples so hard they hurt and my pussy even wetter. As the dildo in my ass starts to warm inside me, my body stops shaking, but just as I’ve gained the power to stand I am reminded that this is punishment as you begin to administer soft whips with a flogger.



Your chosen device is a red leather cat o’ nine with soft broad heavy straps, and a large rounded handle. I know this flogger well; it is one of your favorites. You start, as always, with a barrage of light, petal-like strokes, lightly tapping my ass and back with just the tips of the straps. You are speaking, but my mind has gone fuzzy, I love the feel of the whip, punishing me with its light caresses, showering me with promises of pain and torture.



I can still feel my ass filled with your newest toy, throbbing around it, squeezing it intermittently, as your strokes become harder. I shake in my bonds, my body tensing and releasing with each blow as they become harder and faster. I know the moment that they are hard enough to leave welts on my back and ass, and it is this point that I find my voice, exploding in a chorus with every lash of my punishment. “Yes! Oh, God! Don’t stop! I’m sorry master! Oh! Yes!” After a few short moments, your flagellation ceases and my body slumps in its bonds.



As you carefully sponge my back, softly soothing me with words of encouragement such as “Its ok,” and “It’s done now.” I notice that the sub across the way is still in avid fascination. I’d expected her mistress to have corrected the behavior by now; instead she is riding the male sub’s cock while watching the girl as she uses the handle of the flogger to masturbate while watching us.



You unhook the cords attached to my wrists and ankles, and slowly move me to a long table which you have moved to a position in front of the audience. You lower me onto the cold surface placing a pillow under my head, and several more under my ass to prop it into position. You then secure my hands above my head and my ankles in a position that spreads me wide open at the edge of the table. Using your fingers you quickly bring me to the brink of an orgasm as everyone watches. Just as I am about to cum, you remove your fingers and, slowly rubbing my inner thighs you wait for my body to calm. By turning my head, I can see the girl across the way has not stopped, and she lets out a small scream, and collapses to the floor as her orgasm hits and her cunt squirts cum in several directions as it tries to escape past the handle of the whip in her pussy. Having watched her sub’s display the mistress, who has moved to the male sub’s face to be eaten out, finally has her own release and also collapses to the floor, both women writhing in their bodies’ sudden ecstasy.



Seeing that my own body has calmed from its near orgasm, you begin to use your tongue to explore my throbbing pussy. You begin by slowly licking back and forth along my slit, enticing my clit to swell and swirling your tongue around it each time you reach the sensitive nub. You slowly open my nether lips to your probing tongue as it delves into me. I writhe with pleasure as you probe my cunt; licking first just around it, then into it deeper with each thrust.



“Please Master,” I plead with you breathlessly, “Please, I need your cock!” You seem to take no heed, and wondering if you’d heard me I try a little louder, “Oh! Master! Please I need you to fuck me with your prick!” I can feel you smile, and I know that you heard me, but now I’m desperate, and my voice rushes out in a rather loud shout, “Oh my God Master, Please, Please, Please! Fuck my cunt with your huge cock! I need you to make me your slut! Fuck me now, Please!!”



Without so much as a word you quickly stand and ram my tight, wet pussy with your rock-hard prick; the force of which makes me scream unintelligibly with pleasure. You slowly remove your cock, only to ram it back into my snug little hole eliciting squeaks and moans of pleasure from me.



As your fucking becomes smoother, you begin to taunt me. “You like this don’t you?” you ask, “You love showing the world how slutty you are, don’t you?” “Yes Master.” I reply, softly. “So say it, I want you to tell your audience just how much letting them watch you get fucked turns you on.”



My response is slow, I don’t know how to word it, or if I’m supposed to speak to them, or just tell you loud enough so they can hear, I finally choose the latter. “Oh Master!” I shout, “I feel like such a slut! Oh Yes! I love that all these people are watching you fuck my taut little pussy with your big hard cock. Oh letting them watch as you stretch my pussy, and bang my cunt makes me feel so good! Oh, God! I have to cum! Oh Please Master, Let me cum!”



My speech begins to slur into moans and whimpers as I hold back my orgasm, until finally you give me a nod allowing me to cum. You pull out as my body shakes with its release and positioning yourself over my face, you grab my hair and begin to pump your prick in and out of my awaiting mouth and – just before you cum – you pull out squirting your semen all over my face and tits.



You close the curtains once again, blocking us from view as you unbind me and help me to clean us both up with the sponge and a fresh basin of hot water. Wrapping me in a satin robe, and packing the remains of my outfit and our toys into a bag, you slowly escort me out, and back to the car where you help me in and gingerly strap me into the seat-belt.



As I fall asleep on the way back to your house, it occurs to me, I never did learn what the punishment was for… Oh well, I’m sure it will come to me eventually…

WARNING This novel covers a wide range of explicit sexual practices, so if you are offended in any way by stories with strong sexual content that you may consider abhorrent were it practiced in real life, please cease reading now and delete the file.



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GENERAL All names are fictitious and do not intentionally relate to any person, either living or dead. All comments and constructive suggestions may be directed to mrcreator69@hotmail.com. Feedback, both positive and negative, is always welcome and is what truly drives me to continue writing.




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My wife Tina and I have been happily married for almost seven years now. We met while in university together and have been inseparable ever since. Upon graduating, we were quickly married and began our respective careers.



If I had to describe my wife, I’d say she is a petite woman measuring only 5’3″ tall, but has a very curvaceous body. Her breasts are a C cup in size with nipples that stand out almost half an inch when erect and her ass can only be described as perfect, with curves in all the right places. She has the darkest blue eyes and her hair is a dirty blond color with pubic hair to match. For myself, my name is Carl and I stand just over 6′ tall and have an athletic build from years of playing basketball and football. I’ve tried to keep myself in shape and, like my wife, am also blond haired and blue eyed. The vast difference in our height and the fact we are both blond haired and blue eyed, have often made us a striking couple.



Soon after graduation our careers began to take off. We each worked in management for different companies, but always somehow managed to coordinate the two careers whenever issues of promotions or transfers came up. As the two companies we worked for had offices in most of the major cities, this was never an issue. If one were to get a promotion that required the movement to another city, the other was able to get a transfer through their own company so that we were able to stay together.



We were happy together and our sex life was good. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary though. I had hinted to my wife off and on throughout the years of the games of control I’d like to play, but I think she was always frightened of the prospect of losing control. From the first day I met her, she impressed me as being a very independent and strong willed woman capable of surviving on her own. The idea of relinquishing control to someone else, even just for a ‘game’, was terrifying for her. For this reason, I never pushed, but instead chose to write sex stories as my outlet for my deviant thoughts. These stories always focused on issues of control and dominance and submission of one person over another. My wife knew of these stories I wrote, but never commented on them.



It was only recently that things had begun to change for us. We had just settled in to our new place after a recent move, as a result of a promotion I had accepted. Quite unexpectedly, my wife, soon after starting her new job, was also offered a promotion, but to yet another city. Here is where we ran into our first snag. Where I had just accepted a promotion with my work, they were not willing to entertain a transfer so soon after. They indicated that they would reconsider the matter in a year’s time. My wife, however, desperately wanted to take the job, as it was a higher management position, something she had aspired after ever since graduating from university.



We weighed the pros and cons of the offer, and after securing an agreement from my work that they will transfer me after one year in my current position, we decided to accept the offer. Things happened quickly from that point on. We found a basement apartment for my wife. It was an older bungalow home that had been divided into two apartments. The main floor was being rented out by a couple of young fellas while the basement was being rented by my wife. It was difficult at first to be away from each other, as we had been practically joined at the hip since meeting eight years ago. We agreed that every second weekend, my wife would fly home, which meant we only had two weekends a month to spend with each other.



In the beginning, each time Tina came home we would have fevered sex the first night and into the next day, but it was always the normal stuff. Then Sunday would roll around and with tears in her eyes, she would board her plane and head back for another 2 weeks of work. The evenings in between would be spent on the phone recapping the day for each of us and planning what we were going to do the next time we were together.



It was after doing this for several months that things began to change for my wife. I don’t know if it was the stress of her new job, as she was now supervising a large group of people, or just simply the separation, but I could tell something was off the moment she stepped off the plane. Where usually she’s quite excited about seeing me and is talking non-stop about the flight or her work, this time she was quiet and reserved – almost contemplative. And this is where our real story begins.



“Is something bothering you Tina?” I asked, evident that she was ‘off’ tonight.



She mumbled a quick response, “no, everything’s fine. I’m just thinking about things.”



I didn’t press her for more information for the rest of the drive home as I figured she would tell me what’s on her mind when she was ready.



Once we were home, instead of falling into bed and having passionate sex like we normally do, she instead asked, “look Carl, I’m not feeling well tonight, do you mind if we watch a movie instead?”



While I was disappointed we weren’t going to be having sex right away, I figured there was no harm in waiting for a bit. “No problem hon. What movie do you want to watch?” I asked.



After deciding on a movie, and popping some popcorn, we settled in to watch a chick flick for the night. We didn’t have sex that evening and instead went to bed after having only exchanged a quick kiss.



Well, you can imagine my surprise when I awoke mid-morning the next day and found my wife kneeling naked on the bed looking at me.



As I cleared the sleep from my eyes I took the opportunity to admire her body as it was still firm and curvaceous in all the right places and could bring me to instant erection every time. It was with considerable shock that I saw what Tina had done to her pussy. She had always kept her pubic hair trimmed, but had resisted my efforts, till now, to shave it entirely.



It was with my mouth hanging open, gawking at her newly shaved pussy, that my wife finally broke the silence and asked, “do you like what I’ve done to my pussy for you?” She then spread her knees further apart, opening her pussy further for me.



“Mmm…I like what I see very much.” My cock was now hard as a rock and I began to absently rub it underneath the sheet.



Seeing the movement, Tina reached forward and began slowing pulling down the sheet until my hard-on was fully exposed. “It looks like your cock is enjoying the view too,” she purred.



I was now fully awake and quickly realizing that something was very different with my wife today. Like I said, we had a good sex life, but it was just the run-of-the-mill stuff, and Tina has never been one to talk dirty before. Now all of a sudden she was talking about my cock and her pussy like she was a sex kitten.



Suddenly her expression changed and she almost looked frightened or nervous. Her eyes couldn’t meet mine anymore and she began to fidget. “Carl…could you…ummm…sit up please?” she asked meekly.



Deciding it was best to play along and see where this was going, I sat up in bed with my back against the wall. After only a slight pause, Tina surprised me once again by practically throwing herself across my lap.



“Please spank me Carl. I’ve been a bad girl and deserve to be punished. I didn’t please you last night like I should have.” When she saw I wasn’t moving, she continued, “spank me Carl! Spank my ass! Turn it red. Teach me a lesson for not being a good wife.” She was practically pleading with me and I was almost convinced that it wasn’t an act.



Not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth, I decided to play along. “Very well Tina. You’ve been a naughty girl and are going to be punished now.” And with that, I brought my right hand down on her right ass cheek with a resounding SMACK. I marveled at how the flesh moved under my hand and how quickly the skin began to redden. Tina has always had very fair skin, so it’s never taken very much for it to change color. After only a slight pause I then repeated the process to her left cheek. I wasn’t going very hard as I wasn’t sure how serious Tina was about all of this.



When she didn’t protest, I began a steady rhythm covering every inch of her ass. As it darkened under my blows I began to put a little more force into them. Feeling this, she began to push back against my hand and grunted, “yes, that’s it. Spank my ass hard. I’ve been bad and you need to teach me a lesson.”



Needing no further encouragement, I laid into her ass as hard and as quickly as I could. She was thrusting back into my blows, screaming and yelling like a bitch in heat. By the time her ass was a deep dark red, she was both panting and moaning and began to beg for mercy.



Craning her head around to look up at me she begged, “mercy Sir. Please no more. Let me show you I’ve learned my lesson and let me please you.” By this point, I was too far gone to care whether this was just an act or if she was serious. She sure seemed serious to me.



Seeing that I had stopped spanking her ass, she quickly scrambled off my lap and my very hard cock and knelt on all fours on the bed with her ass facing me, knees spread wide. The view was absolutely breathtaking. Her asshole peeked out at me and her bare pussy lips glistened with moisture. I realized with a shock, that she was wet and turned on simply from me spanking her.



“Fuck me hard Sir. Ram your cock in my pussy. Show me no mercy,” she begged while looking at me over her shoulder.



I certainly didn’t need any further encouragement and, scrambling to my knees, I drove my cock into her, burying it to the hilt in one thrust. Now, I’m not huge in that department like you see some guys in the movies, but I do alright. I’m roughly 8″ long and about 2 inches wide. Usually it takes a bit of sawing back and forth before my wife is loosened up enough to take my entire length, but not this morning.



Her head shot back with the force of my thrust, her mouth in the shape of an O as a low moan escaped her lips. Like a man on a mission, I began pounding my cock in her with every ounce of strength I had. I knew she was going to be sore for days after this fucking, but I was too far gone to care.



And just when I thought things couldn’t get any better, Tina asked between grunts, “grab my hair Sir. Use my hair to pound your cock into me.”



Grabbing a handful of her long hair in my right hand, I then wrenched her head back and began pulling on her hair to coincide with each thrust into her. Her head was now bent back in a painful position as I sawed away at her ass but I was so far gone I was like a rabid animal. I didn’t care anymore.



I began hollering “you’re going to learn to be a good wife and to look after my needs from now on, aren’t you my little slut? If you don’t, you’re going to be punished, aren’t you slut? You like being punished, don’t you?”



To each fevered question, Tina would scream “yes!”



And just like that, a dam broke for Tina. She began to scream and yell as she thrashed beneath me, in the throes of one of the most powerful orgasms I had ever seen from her. Just as she was coming down from hers I felt mine building and I announced it to her with a bellow. “You’re going to make me cum slut!”



Hearing that, she quickly spun around in my grip and when she was facing my cock she begged, “please cum in my face Sir. I deserve to have your cum all over my face.” Now, my wife has never asked me to do this for her before. In fact, she’s never even tasted my cum and yet, here she was begging me to blow my load all over face.



Needing no further encouragement, I stroked my cock several more times and then began shooting strand after strand of sticky cum all over her pretty face. I hadn’t cum that much ever, as the cum seemed to spurt out of me in a never ending torrent. When at last I was done and had wiped the last drop off on her lips, I sat back to marvel at my handiwork. Her face from hair to chin was covered in white gooey strands of cum. I don’t think there was a spot left untouched.



Shocking me further, my wife replied, “thank you Sir,” and began to wipe off the strands of cum with her index finger and lick it clean. When she had eaten all of my cum, she laid her head in my lap and suddenly got shy on me again.



“Did you mind that Carl?” she asked quietly.



“Mind it? I was completely blown away!” I exclaimed, as I gently stroked her hair. “That was the most intense sex we have ever had. Dare I ask what prompted all of that?” I was a little frightened to ask, for fear that she would decide that it was a one-time only sort of thing.



She took a few minutes to gather her thoughts before answering me.



“I’ve read your stories Carl, so I know what things excite or turn you on. And it isn’t that those things don’t excite or intrigue me either, because they do. But to be honest I’ve always been too afraid to relinquish control to someone else. The thought of not being in control of myself terrifies me.” She swallowed hard as she thought about what she was going to say next. “But with my new job, I’m finding the pressure is sometimes too much for me. I’m expected to be on top of everything all of the time. I’m expected to always have all of the right answers and to know how to do anything.” She paused again to lick her lips. “Now, don’t get me wrong or anything Carl. I do enjoy my job and certainly don’t regret taking it, but the pressure is sometimes overwhelming for me.”



She paused again as she considered what she was going to say next. I didn’t want to interrupt her as I knew this had to be difficult for her, so I just continued to stroke her hair soothingly and waited patiently until she was ready to continue.



“After reading your stories again, I decided I wanted to know what it felt like to not be in control of myself. To relinquish control to someone else, someone I trusted.” Looking up at me for the first time since she began explaining things to me, she continued, “and though I was terrified this morning, I have to say the experience was amazing for me. I have never felt so free in all of my life. Free from stress; free from anxiety; free from the pressures of work; and free from always having to make all of the decisions and to always be right all of the time.” The last statement seemed to come out in rush. She paused to catch her breath before continuing. “I can honestly say that I have never had an orgasm as intense as that before.” She looked away in embarrassment after admitting that.



I cupped her chin with my right hand and gently lifted her face up until I was looking into her eyes again. “I can also say that it was the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced as well.”



Smiling at my words of encouragement, she continued. “If you’re willing, I would like to continue to explore this further. I think I am ready to try not being in control all of the time and to let someone else take the reins, as it were,” she said with a wry smile. “Having someone else call the shots was an amazing feeling and I want to experience that again. I need to experience that again,” she elaborated.



“What exactly are you saying Tina?” I asked, wanting to be absolutely clear on what it is she was implying.



Nervously she replied, “I’m ready to give you control over me. I’ll do whatever you tell me to do. And you can do whatever you want to me.” The last was almost a whisper.



This was like music to my ears. I had long dreamt of this moment and, until now, it had only been fanciful imaginings which I had lovingly scrawled into several sex stories. But now here was my very sexy wife offering to be my sex slave. I didn’t know what to say at first and had to take a moment to compose my thoughts. Finally I managed to blurt out, “I accept. And we can go as slowly as you wish. I’m very excited about this and I don’t want to frighten you off Tina. If at any time I ask you to do something you don’t want to do, then know that you are free to say no.”



“I know Carl. But I trust you and I don’t want to say no. I want to know what it feels like to be truly NOT in control of myself. The only way I can experience that is to give myself completely to you.” “Well, alright Tina. If that’s what you truly want, then I am willing to try this. Together we will see what your limits are and we will explore many different experiences together.” Taking a handful of hair, I twisted her head until she was looking up at me from my lap. “First thing’s first though. It’s time that you learned to suck my cock like a proper slut,” I ordered. My wife had never had much interest in oral sex and had only done it on several occasions when I made a point of asking her for it. Usually it involved her stroking it with her hands and sucking on the head and 1 or 2 inches of my cock at any one time. She would only do this for several minutes before stopping and wanting to proceed with sex.



This time we were going to do things differently. “On your knees slut.” She promptly scrambled to her hands and knees in front of me and looked up at me for further directions. “From now on, when you suck cock, you will not use your hands – only your mouth. Your goal will be to try and get my entire cock in your mouth on every stroke. I will want to fuck your mouth just like I would your pussy or ass.” I could see the fear in her eyes with my last statement. We had talked about having anal sex before, but she was always too scared to do it because she thought it would hurt too much and thought the act was too dirty.



“Now get your mouth on my cock and start sucking like a good little slut,” I ordered. At that, she bent her head down and tentatively took my cock in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the tip of my cock and once it was completely lathered with her saliva, she began to move her head up and down, slowly taking more and more of my cock into her mouth. I could tell she was nervous, and I had to bite my tongue several times as I felt her teeth occasionally grate along the side of my cock. She was new to this and I thought it best to let her get her bearings at first before I started forcing things.



Soon she had worked 3/4 of it into her mouth and I could feel the head of my cock bumping against the back of her throat. I began to murmur words of encouragement to her as she continued slurping loudly on my cock. “Mmmm, that’s it my little cock slut. You’re doing great sucking that cock. Yeh, just like that. Now start working more of that cock into your mouth.” I placed a hand on the top of her head and began to gently push down each time the head of my cock bumped against the back of her throat. Now along with the slurping noises, Tina was beginning to make gagging sounds around my cock. She didn’t resist though and allowed me to push a little harder with each downstroke, until eventually it popped past the barrier at the back of her throat and slid in several inches.

She immediately began gagging hard around my cock and pulled back quickly, sucking in deep, ragged breaths around my shaft as the head popped free from her throat. She coughed and spluttered for a few seconds as she fought the panic and attempted to regain her composure.



“That was perfect my little slut. I want you to try it again now. You can do it,” I encouraged.



With that she gave me a weak smile and then bent her head down and once again took the head of my cock into her mouth. She quickly sunk the length of it in until the head was once again bumping against the back of her throat. “You are going to need to learn to control your gag reflex when you’re sucking cock. You will learn to take it in your throat so that I may fuck your mouth just as I would your pussy.” Putting my hand back on top of her head, I continued, “now relax your throat, slut, and work that head into your throat.” I could feel her take a deep breath and then hold it as she once again began pushing down on my cock . This time it was with much more force and it soon slipped into her throat. She immediately began gagging again around my cock, but this time, to her credit, she fought her panic and continued pushing down on the cock until she had the entire length buried in her mouth and throat.



“Oh my god, that’s amazing!” I exclaimed, as I marveled at the sensations pulsing through my cock. The feeling of my cock, tightly lodged in her throat as she continued to gag around it, was unbelievable. Each time she gagged it felt like her throat muscles were pumping or milking my cock. She only lasted a few seconds before she had to pull off again, with great gasps of breath and more coughing and spluttering. Her confidence now renewed, as she realized that she could do it, she began attacking my cock hungrily. At times she would force it all the way in and hold it there while she gagged, while at other times she would force it in and out real quick like I was fucking her pussy.



“That’s it. What a little cock whore you are. Take that cock in your throat. Show me how much you love cock in your throat, slut,” I continued to encourage. “Play with your pussy slut. Make yourself cum while I fuck your throat,” I ordered. Needing no encouragement, she reached between her legs and began frigging her clit furiously. Her moans of impending orgasm could soon be heard as I began to jackhammer my cock into her throat. As she got more comfortable and relaxed, her gagging began to lessen slightly only to be replaced with moans of ecstasy.



My own orgasm was building quickly and I wanted to time it to coincide with Tina’s orgasm. When I could tell she was close I hollered, “cum for me slut. Let me feel you cum as I fuck your throat like the cock slut you are.” My words seemed to push her over the edge and she began screaming around my cock as her body shook with the force of her orgasm. This was all I needed and with one last shove of my cock I buried the entire length in her throat, cutting short her scream of pleasure. With her nose nestled in my pubic hair, and her body still thrashing from her orgasm, I began spurting jet after jet of cum down her throat directly into her stomach. I held her head in place as she tried to scream and gag around my cock in her throat. Only when I felt the last spurt shoot into her stomach did I let her pull off my cock, and catch her breath. It took her fully a minute before she was able to breath normally again.



When she had regained her composure, she bent her head down and took my cock lovingly in her mouth again and began washing it clean of my cum. When it was sparkling clean, she flopped over and once again put her head in my lap, allowing me to stroke her hair gently as we lay there catching our breath.



After a bit she looked up at me and asked, “did I do good?”



With a big smile on my face I nodded and replied, “that was simply amazing!” A big smile of satisfaction spread across her face at hearing those words.



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We spent the rest of the day naked in bed exploring and re-discovering each other’s bodies. Occasionally we would stop to grab something to eat or to clean up, but we always stayed naked and would eventually find ourselves back in bed making passionate love to each other. We were like two people who had just been awakened from a very long dream and were only now discovering each other for the first time. Tina often remarked throughout the weekend how alive and happy she was feeling and that it felt like she didn’t have a care in the world. She often used the word “free” when describing how she felt.



It was with a sad heart that she boarded the plane the next evening to head back to work for two more weeks.



The next day, after leaving work, I stopped in at the local Adult Store and purchased some supplies in anticipation for our next reunion. I didn’t tell Tina what I had done as I wanted it to be a surprise when next she was home.



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We continued to speak each evening and, as the days passed and we got closer to her next flight home, the more excited we became. When at last it was the night before her flight, I called her up and, after conversing on our respective days, instructed her to wear a short skirt and blouse for the flight. I offered no further explanation, preferring instead to let her imagination dwell on the matter.



True to her word, when she stepped through airport security, the first thing I noted was that she was dressed as I had instructed. She had a short black skirt on that came to about mid-thigh and a white sheer blouse. Her excitement and nervousness were evident on her face. After retrieving her luggage, we hopped in the car for the ride home.



No sooner had I put the car in motion, did I issue my first command. “Lift your skirt up to your waist and remove your panties, slut.”



With hands shaking, she hesitantly reached down and grabbed the hem of her skirt and, raising herself off the seat, hefted it up until it was bunched around her waist. Her black lace panties were now clearly visible. Lifting up once more, she hooked her thumbs in the elastic of her panties and slowly peeled them off.



When she had stepped out of them, I ordered her to, “put them up on the dash.” Her face turning a crimson red, she did as she was told and then awaited my next instructions. “Now undo your blouse and then remove your bra.”



By this time we had turned onto the busy highway and were slowly making our way home. Looking nervously around, Tina hesitatingly reached up and began undoing the buttons on her blouse. When at last she had the final one undone, she again looked around nervously before leaning forward in order to reach the clasp behind her back. In doing so this caused her blouse to part open, fully exposing her bra and shapely breasts. When the clasp was finally undone, Tina sat back against the seat and slowly pulled the bra away from her breasts. I instructed her to also place her bra on the dash.



I then let her sit like that for several minutes, watching her look around continuously, worrying that a passing motorist would look over and notice her nakedness. The blouse had fallen forward enough to cover the sides of her breasts, but her now very erect nipples were still clearly visible, were anyone to take a moment to look. Tina continued to fidget nervously for several more minutes, unsure of what to do with her hands. She fought the urge to cover herself up and instead sat there quietly with her hands at her side.



“Reach up and pinch your nipples slut,” I instructed. When she had each nipple between thumb and index finger and began to pinch, I ordered, “harder slut. Pinch your nipples until they hurt.” Obeying, she continued to squeeze her nipples harder until her face was a grimace of pain.



“Very good slut. You can stop now.” A gasp escaped her lips as soon as she had released her sore nipples. Her movement had caused the blouse to open further, exposing the sides of her breasts as well to passing motorists. “Close your eyes and keep them closed. Now open your legs wide and begin playing with your pussy.”



Once her legs were spread wide, she reached down with her right hand and began to finger her bare pussy. “I am happy that you have kept your pussy shaved clean for me. From now on, you will always keep it in that state, is that clear slut?” I asked.



“Yes Sir,” she whispered as she continued frigging her exposed pussy. Soon her pace had picked up and she began moaning out loud. As she neared orgasm, all thought about anyone seeing her nakedness was long forgotten.



“Do not cum until I tell you to,” I cautioned her.



“Oh god, yes Sir….I need to cum Sir…can I please cum Sir,” she began begging me, as the pace of her hand picked up even further. Her eyes were scrunched tightly shut as she focused on not cumming.



Traffic was slow enough that I was able to find a van being driven by a young man and pulled up alongside of him keeping pace with his speed. When the other driver noticed that I was not passing him, he casually looked over to see what was the reason. The look on his face was priceless as he did a double take when he saw what my wife was doing. It took all of his control to keep his van between the lines as he ogled my wife’s exposed breasts and bare pussy on display.



When I saw that I had his attention, I ordered Tina to “cum now, slut.” On hearing those magical words, Tina exploded in an orgasm causing her back to arch, further jutting her breasts out for everyone to see. Her head thrashed side to side as she moaned and groaned in pleasure. After nearly a minute of this, I instructed, “you may open your eyes now.”



As soon as they were open, she immediately looked around and with a gasp saw the young man beside her with a shit eating grin on his face waving happily at her. If it was possible, she turned an even darker shade of red. I waved my thanks to the young man and then sped off ahead of his vehicle as we were nearing our exit.



When we pulled in the driveway I instructed my wife to fasten only the bottom button of her blouse and to pull her skirt down. I then had her pick up her underwear and stand at the side of the car and wait for me to grab her luggage from the trunk. While we live in a quiet suburb type neighborhood, with trees lining either side of our house from prying eyes, were anyone to walk by and glance up at us they would see my wife standing there with bra and panties in hand and a shirt that was hanging open exposing nearly all of her breasts. As it were, if she stood absolutely still, her nipples would just barely be covered, but as soon as she started walking, they would pop right out for everyone to see.



As soon as the front door was closed, I ordered Tina to “take off your clothes.” she looked behind her nervously at the glass window which runs the length of the door, before doing as instructed. Once naked I handed her the first of my purchased toys and instructed her to put it on.



It was a sleek black leather collar about an inch wide with felt lining the inside and silver studs ringing the outside. Interspersed around the collar were several silver rings for attaching things to it. Once she had it on, I ordered, “kneel slut and take my cock out.” I made sure she knelt in front of the window by the door in order to add to her embarrassment, as the blush on her face now extended down to her shoulders and the tops of her breasts.



My cock was already hard as a rock and, remembering my instructions from last time, she immediately dropped her hands to her side once she had my cock out of my pants. Despite her nervousness, Tina was like a woman on a mission. She attacked my cock with a hunger I’d never seen before. Soon loud slurping noises could be heard as she worked more and more of my cock into her mouth. In no time, she had the head of my cock bumping against the back of her throat causing her to gag each time.



This time I wasn’t prepared to let her go at her own pace, so I grabbed a handful of hair at the back of her head and growled, “open that throat up slut, because my cock is going in one way or another.” I then began to push on the back of her head, forcing my cock slowly into her throat. She was gagging hard around my cock as she fought to keep control of her panic and to breathe at the same time. I was persistent this time and continued to shove more and more of my cock into her mouth until I had the entire length buried in her. I paused for a second to enjoy the sensations of her gagging throat, before quickly pulling out and allowing her to breathe again.



I repeated the process several more times before picking up the pace and slipping into a steady rhythm of fucking her throat. Tina seemed to adjust more quickly this time and was able to accommodate me much more easily. “Play with your cunt, slut,” I instructed as I again picked up the pace even further. Each time my pace picked up, so too did hers, so that by the time I was jackhammering her throat, her hand was a blur on her already sensitive pussy. When I could feel my orgasm was near I ordered, “cum for me slut.” Again it only took moments before my wife was spasming at my feet as her orgasm rocketed throughout her body. Pulling out quickly, I began shooting spurt after spurt of cum all over her beautiful face, covering it in long strands of white sticky goo.



When at last we had both caught our breath, she bent forward and noisily cleaned my cock with her tongue and mouth. When she was finished, I instructed “clean your face now slut.” At that, she reached up with both hands and began scooping the strands of cum off of her face and into her waiting mouth.



“Now that we have that out of the way, let’s get some ground rules established, shall we?” I asked. Still kneeling at my feet, my wife simply nodded her head and continued looking up at me. “When you enter this house, you will immediately strip naked and put your new collar on. If I am home already, then you will run over and kneel at my feet to await further instructions. If I arrive sometime after you, you will come to the front door as I enter and kneel at my feet there. Unless I say otherwise, you will always be naked in this house.” Pausing I ask asked, “questions thus far?”



“But what if you are with someone when I come home?” she meekly asked.



“Unless I give you other instructions, then you will do just as I’ve said” I replied. “As well, if I address you as anything other than Tina such as ‘slut’ or ‘whore’, then you will immediately slip into your submissive role and refer to me as Sir. While in this role, you will also refer to anyone else that addresses you as Ma’am or Sir. Questions?”



“No Sir,” was the quick reply.



“Good, then go make us some supper.” At that Tina jumped up off the floor and scampered off into the kitchen to begin preparing supper naked for the first time. Once supper was complete, we spent the rest of the evening exploring each other’s bodies in various rooms of the house until we finally collapsed exhausted into bed.



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I awoke earlier than I normally do the next day, as I wanted to put the next phase of my plan into action before my wife had woken up. Sneaking into the closet I grabbed the paddle and wrist straps I had purchased from the Adult Store and stashed them at the foot of the bed. Taking a moment to watch my wife sleep, I marveled at how peaceful and content she appeared to be. Even asleep, she had a slight smile on her lips. She was still naked under the sheets and was also still wearing her new collar. She was laying half on her stomach and half on her side, with her left knee tucked up beside her.



With a grin, I grabbed the bottom of the sheet covering my sleeping wife and yanked it off of her in one quick motion. The quick movement startled my wife awake as she groggily began looking around for the source of the disturbance. Not giving her a chance to respond, I grabbed hold of her right ankle and yanked hard, sliding her entire body down the length of the bed until her lower half was hanging over the bed. Letting go of her ankle, gravity took over and her feet fell firmly on the floor with her upper body still bent over the foot of the bed. As she began to raise up, I placed a hand on the small of her back and pushed her back into the bed.



“Stay down slut and put your hands behind your head,” I ordered.



Still a little out of it, she began to mumble “what’s wrong Carl…”



SLAP. A shocked gasp from my wife.



Smacking her ass hard I growled, “that’s Sir to you. For that, you will have to be punished,” I admonished for not remembering her role. “Now put your hands behind your head,” I again ordered.



By now she was wide awake and quickly complied. “I’m sorry Sir. I didn’t mean any offense,” she blurted as she hastily put her hands behind her head.



Grabbing the wrist straps from the floor, I fitted each one to her wrists and then clipped them together to a silver ring in the back of her collar, thereby preventing her from being able to use her hands. Once she was suitably secured, I continued, “from now on, you will awaken early enough each morning, when you are home with me, to ensure your morning routine is completed and breakfast, which will consist of 2 eggs, bacon and toast, will be ready for me when I wake at 9am. Deviation from this will result in a severe punishment.” Looking at the bedside alarm clock I continued, “and seeing as how it is now past 9am and you do not have my breakfast ready for me, I think it is appropriate for me to punish you at this time.”



“But Sir….I didn’t know….I’m sorry….” she began to stammer as she looked for a way out of her current predicament.



“Stop! Do I need to gag you as well?” I asked, “or are you going to take your punishment like a good little slut?”



“No Sir, please don’t gag me. I’ll take my punishment,” she quickly replied.



“Very well then. You are going to become intimately familiar with the feel of the paddle this morning. This hopefully will serve as a reminder to you of what will happen should you disobey or displease me in any way,” I sternly added. I was unsure of what her limits were going to be, so I was a bit nervous as I proceeded.



Wanting to ensure this moment stayed forever etched in her memory, I decided on impulse to grab the digital video camera from the dresser and, along with a discarded shoe box, positioned the camera on the box at the head of the bed facing my wife’s upturned face. Now, this was a bit of a risk for me as my wife had never wanted to film ourselves having sex before, despite my repeated requests. This time, though, she offered no complaint.



Once the camera was recording and focused on my wife’s face, I walked around to the end of the bed and grabbed the paddle from the floor. “Now slut, I want you to look at that camera. You will continue to look at that camera throughout your punishment. Under no circumstances are you to look away. Is that clear slut?” I asked.



Meekly, she quickly replied, “yes Sir.”



“Now look into camera and explain to all of our viewers what you are and why you are shackled in this position.”



Swallowing hard, she stared into the camera and whispered, “I’m a slut and I’m being punished for being disobedient.”



“I’m sorry, I don’t think anyone heard that. Louder please,” I ordered.



This time louder. “I’m a slut and I’m being punished for being disobedient.”



“Very good. Now after each stroke of the paddle you will look at the camera and count the stroke and then thank me,” I instructed, as I took up position on her right side allowing me to use my dominant left hand to wield the paddle.



SMACK. I brought the paddle down hard against her left ass cheek. A shriek erupted from Tina as her upper body began to lift up off the bed. Having anticipated this movement, I had my right hand hovering over her back and quickly shoved her back into the bed. When she didn’t say anything after a few seconds I added, “I guess that stroke didn’t count. And let me make this clear slut. If you do not stay in position as I’ve ordered you to do, then I will tie you down to this bed and I will double the amount of strokes. Is that clear?” I asked menacingly.

“Yes Sir. I’m sorry Sir. I’ll do better next time,” she quickly replied.



“Very well, let’s start again.” SMACK. This one on her right ass cheek. Another shriek from Tina, but this time she stayed in position, and looking at the camera said “one. Thank you Sir.”



SMACK.



“Two. Thank you Sir.”



SMACK.



“Three. Thank you Sir.” With each blow, I was alternating between ass cheeks, trying to turn every inch of exposed flesh red. After ten strokes to each cheek, and each being carefully counted by my wife who by the end of it was a blubbering mess, I stopped and put the paddle down.



Reaching out, I began to soothingly rub her raw and red bottom. This elicited a murmur of pleasure from my wife who was still looking into the lens of the recording video camera. “Now I have one more surprise for you this morning,” I stated as I reached down to the floor and retrieved the final item I had placed there earlier. It was a small pink butt plug which measured 5″ long and 1 ½” across at its widest point. Holding it up for the camera to see, I explained to my wife, “I bought a butt plug for you. You already know that I intend on using your ass as I would your pussy or mouth, so I thought it best if we start to stretch it out, so you will be better able to accommodate me.”



Reaching down with my left hand I drove two fingers knuckles deep in her moist, wet pussy. “Wow, I bet our viewers would be interested in knowing that your pussy is soaking wet from the spanking. It appears our little slut here gets off on the punishment and being made to humiliate herself for the camera. Isn’t that right slut?” I ask



“Yes Sir,” was the whispered reply.



“I’m sorry, I don’t think the viewers heard that.”



Louder this time and looking into the camera. “Yes Sir.”



Continuing to work my fingers in and out of her pussy, Tina was practically purring by the time I pulled my fingers out and replaced them with the butt plug. The plug slipped easily into my wife’s pussy and was quickly coated in her juices. Removing the plug I placed the tip of it against her virgin rosebud and advised, “you had best start relaxing your asshole because this plug is going in one way or the other.” I then began putting a slight pressure on the plug and marveled as the tip slowly entered her ass and began to stretch her sphincter. I moved the plug slowly in and out, going a little deeper with each thrust, watching her sphincter stretch further and further as it got closer to the fattest part of the plug. Soon my wife was grunting with pleasure and was pushing back against the plug on each thrust.



“Tell the camera what’s happening to you slut,” I ordered.



Between grunts and with clenched teeth, she looked into the camera and said, “you’re forcing a butt plug into my virgin ass.”



“And be honest, are you enjoying having your asshole spread wide for me?” I asked.



“Yes Sir,” was the response between more grunts. Her face turned a darker shade of red at being made to humiliate herself for the camera. By then I had almost gotten the fattest part to her sphincter.



Sweat had broken out on my wife’s forehead from the exertion and concentration required to take this thing up her ass. Her breathing had quickened as well and small rivulets of juice began to trickle down her inner thigh. None of this escaped my notice, as with one final shove, I buried the fattest part of the plug into her asshole. A loud moan escaped my wife’s lips as she felt her sphincter muscle quickly close up around the small shaft at the base of the plug.



“There you go slut, you’ve taken the entire plug into your ass.” Rubbing her ass, I asked, “would you like me to fuck you slut, now that your ass is filled with a plug?”



“Oh, yes Sir,” she quickly replied, still looking into the camera.



Needing no further encouragement, I took my already hardened cock and buried it to the hilt in her soaking wet pussy. A loud moan came from Tina at the second intrusion. Again, no effort was needed to bury the entire length of my shaft in her tight pussy. Grabbing a handful of hair at the back of her head I again pulled hard on her head each time I hammered home. This also served to keep her facing the camera throughout her ordeal. Each time I bottomed out, my abdomen pushed against the plastic base of the plug in her ass, so that to her, it felt like two cocks were fucking her at the same time.



She was soon moaning and squirming beneath me as our orgasms built together. When she was near, she began to plead, “please Sir can I cum? I need to cum so badly.”



Needing no further encouragement, as I felt my own orgasm ready to explode, I bellowed, “cum for me slut. Let the viewers watch you cum from having two cocks in you at the same time.”



At that, I began to hammer her ass like a man on a mission. The sound of my body slapping against hers was like the staccato of a machine gun. Soon she erupted in a blood curdling scream, as her orgasm overtook her, and she began to thrash in ecstasy. Feeling mine was imminent, I yanked out of her and scrambled up on the bed to begin shooting an immense load all over her face, which was still contorted in pleasure from her own orgasm. And to top it all off, the camera had caught the whole thing, including the beautiful facial Tina had just received.



Once we had both settled down, and I had unfastened her wrists, I asked, “and what are you supposed to do with my cum, slut?”



“Eat it Sir,” she replied shyly and began scooping it off her face and into her mouth in front of the camera. Once her face was sufficiently clean, I turned the camera off and offered her my cock to clean as well.



Once done she slowly stood up on shaky legs and, with her eyes downcast, murmured, “thank you Sir for teaching me a lesson. Can I go and make you your breakfast now?”



“Yes you may,” I replied with a smile on my face as I watched her scamper off out of the room with a small pink plastic object protruding from between her very red ass cheeks.



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We spent the remainder of the weekend enjoying each other’s bodies, taking breaks only to eat or wash up, or to catch some much needed rest. I introduced the butt plug at various times throughout the weekend, trying to extend the amount of time that she kept it in. When it was finally time to take her back to the airport, I had her place the butt plug and collar in her purse, explaining that she might need it over the next two weeks.



Not elaborating any further on my cryptic remark, I kissed her goodbye at the security gates and headed for home.



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The next day, once I had my office door closed and was assured some privacy for a bit, I called her at work, around 10am her time. She was surprised to hear from me as I usually don’t call during her work day, but rather wait until the evening to speak with her. Needless to say she was startled when I asked “happy to hear from me slut?”



Remembering the rules she quietly replied, “yes Sir.”



“I want you to grab your bluetooth headset and put it on,” I ordered. Several months before we had bought these headsets so that we would be able to communicate hands-free while driving. This time around I had other ideas for its use.



“I have it on now Sir,” she replied, after several moments pause.



“Very well, I will call you right back and I want you to answer it with the headset this time,” I instructed. Hanging up, I waited several moments before dialing her number again. When she, answered her voice had a slight echo to it, now that she was using the headset. “I want you to head to the large public washrooms in front of your office.”



When she began to ask why, I cut her off with “no questions…just do as you’re told.”



“Yes sir.” I could hear her exit her office and then walk through the busy bullpen as the noise of various voices were picked up by the headset. When I heard a door open and then close, and the noise of voices disappeared, I knew she has entered the public washroom. Against one wall is a bank of sinks and large mirrors, while the other wall is occupied with 8 bathroom stalls.



“Take a stall in the middle,” I instructed. Once she had indicated that she was in a stall in the middle I ordered, “now take all of your clothes off except your heels, and hang them on the hook on the back of the door.”



Trying to keep her voice down, she began to plead, “please Sir…don’t…”



Cutting her off, I quickly added, “if you don’t do as I say this instant slut, the punishment will be even worse for you.”



Hearing the edge to my voice, Tina didn’t push the matter further and, with a sigh, began to remove her blouse and skirt. Once they were off, she nervously stepped out of her panties and unclasped her bra, adding them to the clothes hanging from the door.



Waiting patiently on the other end, I finally heard a quiet, “it’s done Sir.”



“Very good slut. Now sit down on the toilet. Spread your legs wide and keep them open.” Giving her a few seconds to get in position I continued, “now grab each nipple with both hands and squeeze them hard. Don’t stop until I tell you to.” After a few seconds I urged, “harder.” When I heard her begin to mewl in pain, I finally told her to stop. “Now with your right hand, do the same to your clit.” This time her breathing began to become more shallow and I could hear her grimace with pain as she complied with my demand. After a few seconds, I ordered her to stop.



“Alright, now listen to me carefully slut. You are going to start masturbating and you will not stop until you’ve had an orgasm. Even if someone comes into the bathroom, you will continue, is that clear?” I asked.



A very quiet “yes Sir” was heard and then nothing more as she bent to her task. After a minute has passed I could start to hear her breathing quicken, as she continued to become more and more aroused. Soon the sound of her fingers frigging her pussy could be faintly heard over the headset.



Suddenly, my wife gasped as she heard someone enter the bathroom.



“Do not stop rubbing yourself slut. If you do, it will simply make it worse for you,” I threatened.



The possible humiliation of being discovered, combined with the pleasure emanating from her aroused pussy, was making it very difficult for Tina to not cum while the stranger was in the bathroom with her. I could hear the frustration in her breathing as she fought for control and to hold off the orgasm until she was alone again.



After hearing the toilet flush, followed by the sink running water, and then finally the sound of the air hand dryer ending, my wife was beside herself with pleasure. I knew it was taking every ounce of her control to not cum, and I wasn’t helping things either. While she continued to masturbate with the stranger in the room, I began a running monologue berating her. “Aren’t you a little slut? Sitting there naked in the public washroom fingering your cunt while some stranger is in the cubicle next to you. I bet you’d like it if the person opened the door to your stall and began laughing at you and taking pictures to show everyone else in the office what a big slut you are. Maybe they’d make you masturbate in front of everyone. Then they’d all take turns using you like the whore you are.”



My words were having an effect on her, and her breathing was extremely ragged by the time I heard the bathroom door close. The moment it clicked shut, my wife whispered “oh God, I’m cumming Sir,” and began moaning softly into the headset, as she fought to contain her orgasm as best she could.



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I didn’t talk to her again until that evening. She admitted then that it had been an incredible orgasm and that the prospect of possible public humiliation heightened it even more. I had suspected as much, but wanted to hear it from her own mouth, not only for my benefit, but also for hers.



I didn’t call her the next day at work as I wanted to keep her off balance – never knowing what I was going to have her do next. When I did call the following day around the same time, I could hear the nervous anticipation in her voice. When I began the conversation with, “how are we doing today slut?” She knew something was going to happen.



“Fine Sir,” she quietly replied.



“Is your office door closed?” I asked.



“Yes Sir.”



“Good. Take your panties and bra off and place them in your garbage can. Make sure they are on top. Don’t go burying them on me,” I ordered.



“What? Here?” she asked.



“Would you rather I have you open the door to your office first?” I ask pointedly.



“No Sir, it’s just…” she began.



“Are you arguing with me slut? Shall I make the punishment worse?” I asked.



“No Sir. I’m sorry Sir. I’ll do it,” she hastily replied.



Putting the handset down on the desk, I could hear her begin to shuffle with her clothing as she pulled her panties down from under very short skirt, which I had told her last night to wear today. She then pulled her bra off from under her white blouse and placed both on top of her wastebasket, knowing the janitor would get quite the surprise that night when he emptied the trash cans.



Finally she picked the handset back up again and said, “it’s done Sir.”



“Very good slut. From now on, you will not be wearing underwear to work. You will also only wear skirts that are not longer or baggier than the one you are wearing today. As well, you will only wear blouses for tops. Nothing else,” I emphasized.



“Yes Sir,” she replied meekly, but I could also hear the note of excitement in her voice as she said it.



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When I spoke to her again that evening, she once again admitted that it turned her on to be walking around her office with no panties on, knowing that when she spoke to people they had no idea her pussy was bare and soaking wet underneath her skirt. She admitted that she was now getting a few stares from some of the younger men who were now noticing her more prominent nipples poking through her blouse. While embarrassed by this, she was also getting turned on as well.



I informed her that evening, that starting the next day, her daily ritual would be to head into the bathroom at coffee break both in the morning and the afternoon, and to strip down and masturbate as she had done that first day with me on the phone. She would then call me once it was done to let me know. I wanted her to be having several orgasms a day to keep her sexually heightened and on edge. As well, I knew that it also provided her with an outlet for the stress she was feeling around the office.



The next day, just prior to lunch, I called my wife and asked, “hello slut. Did you bring a lunch to work today?”



“Yes Sir.”



“Good. Put your headset on,” I instructed. When it was I done I continued, “Take your purse with you to the bathroom.”



When I once again heard the bathroom door close, she immediately took the center stall, and sat down, waiting for further instructions.



“Now slut, I want you to undress again for me.” This time there was no argument from her as she quickly got naked. I’m sure she was probably thinking that I wanted her to masturbate again, even though she had just done that two hours ago.



My next command surprised her though. “Now reach into your purse, slut, and take out your butt plug.”



I could hear her gasp as it dawned on her what it was I wanted her to do. With a nervous, “yes Sir,” I could hear her shuffling through her purse. When she finally indicated that she had it, I then told her to, “shove that in your ass, now slut.” Though she had worn it off and on for small periods of time over the weekend, it had been four days since she tried to accommodate that thing in her ass.



At first Tina didn’t know where to start. She wasn’t sure what the best method would be for inserting the plug into her ass. She tried reaching between her legs as she sat on the toilet, but found with the odd angle that she wasn’t able to get enough force to shove it in. Shifting positions, she then tried standing in the stall and bending forward with her head nearly touching the stall door, as she reached behind her with the plug. Tina found she was able to get the most force from this position, so began working the plug into her ass. I could hear her grunting with exertion as she worked the plug deeper into her ass. An almost audible sigh was heard when the fattest part finally slipped past her sphincter and slid the rest of the way home.



“It’s done Sir.”



“Very good. Now get dressed slut.” After waiting for the word that she was done I continued with my instructions. “You will now make a point of visiting with each person in your office over the lunch period. When you speak with each of them, you will seat yourself in a chair or on the edge of a desk so that you are reminded, as you talk to them, that you have a cock in your ass. You will not take that plug out of your ass until after lunch at 1pm. You will head to your office and once inside, will take it out and place it back in your purse. Once done, you will call me to let me know how it went. Now get to it slut,” I ordered before hanging up.



When she called me back after lunch, I could hear the excitement in her voice as she described the events of the past hour. She indicated that she had a difficult time at first walking about normally, and not like someone who has something shoved up her ass. She found it humiliating feeling her ass being invaded by the cock each time she sat down in front of her employees and found it difficult to hide her embarrassment. She did admit though that she was immensely turned on and couldn’t wait until the afternoon coffee break came so that she could go and masturbate in the washroom.



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The next day I called my wife again just prior to lunch. “Hello slut, how are we doing today?”



“Well Sir,” was the quiet reply.



“Put your headset on slut. We’re going out for lunch today,” I informed her.



When she had done as instructed, I had her make her way down to the food court in the mall across the street from her work. The food court is a busy place as it services both the employees from the neighboring office buildings but also the students from the high school 2 blocks over. After she had retrieved her meal, I instructed her to find a seat on one of the high stools located along one wall of the seating area. These stools are aligned along a high counter for eating but they also swivel 360 degrees around.



“Swivel yourself around in your seat until your back is against the counter,” I order. “Now discreetly work the hem of your skirt up until it is just covering the tops of your thighs.” Once she had indicated that it was done, I continued. “Describe for me the occupants of the tables in front of you.” Picturing the layout of the food court in my mind from my last visit there, I remembered that there is roughly 10 feet of space between the stools and the first row of tables.



“To my left there are several groups of male office workers in their 30′s and 40′s eating lunch. Directly in front of me is an elderly couple and to my right is a group of 5 high school kids. 2 are girls and the other 3 are boys,” she finished.



“Good. Now take out your cell phone and pretend you are sending and receiving text messages. Now turn toward the group of teenagers.” Once she was in position, I continued. “Slowly open your legs.”



“What? Here? Please…” she squeaked, panic rising in her voice.



“Don’t argue with me slut, or I’ll make it worse for you,” I replied menacingly.



With an audible sigh, she began to open her legs, which caused the hem of her skirt to ride up even higher. Once she had her legs spread wide enough that her bare pussy was on display for anyone who cared to look, I ordered her to hold that position.



“You will keep your legs spread for a full minute, slut, and will only close them when I tell you to. Now appear distracted by your phone as if it’s an important message you are writing.” After several seconds had passed I asked, “keep your head down, but I want you to discreetly look to see if the teenagers have noticed your bare pussy.”

“Yes Sir, the boys have noticed and are now pointing it out to the two girls,” she replied in a whisper. “The girls are now laughing and I can hear them calling me a slut. Please Sir, can I close my legs now?” she pleaded in embarrassment.



“Not yet slut. Let these young men and women see what a proper little whore you are. I bet your cunt is getting wet right now, isn’t it?” I asked. “Maybe you’d like it if I had you walk over and offer yourself to them to be their little plaything. Hmm? Would you like that whore?” I asked. I knew my running monologue was having an effect on her as I could hear her breathing quickening.



After a minute had finally passed, I informed Tina that she could close her legs and turn around to eat her lunch. By then all of the teenagers were laughing quite loudly, and words like ‘slut’ and ‘skank’ could be heard over the din of the food court.



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In the weeks that followed, her work days were filled with similar events. She was still masturbating twice a day in the public washroom and had now graduated to wearing the butt plug every day from 10am until her second orgasm at 2pm. I’d also throw in the occasional flashing at the food court, varying the recipients of her charms from male office workers much older than she was to gaggles of giggling female students and everything in between. On the weekends that she came home, Tina was kept naked and collared for most of it. It was on one of these weekends that I finally broke Tina’s anal cherry. For this occasion I used the video camera and again positioned it so that she was staring into the lens as I invaded her anal cavity. I made her describe to the camera in detail what I was doing and how it was making her feel. When we finally both came, the camera captured her most powerful orgasm yet. That same weekend, I took back Tina’s butt plug and gave her a new one, which measured 2″ across at the fattest part.



Some days after this, Tina admitted to me one evening, during one of our routine phone calls, that her new lifestyle was helping her cope with the pressures and stress of her new job. She found herself looking forward to each day as she was never sure what I would have in store for her.



It was during one of these evening phone calls that Tina informed me of news she had received that day at work. She had received word that a manager from one of the district sub-offices was off on sick leave indeterminately, and that head office wanted Tina to fill in as manager of that office as well. This meant she would be required to fly into this community twice a month to take care of business there for several days at a time. Though she accepted the extra work without complaint, I could tell the prospect of the added stress was not sitting well with her.



It was on her first trip there that she had an unexpected meeting one day at the local mall. She ran into an old friend of hers, Debbie, who we had met years ago while studying at the same university. They had been best friends back then, but after graduation, and several transfers later, they had lost touch with each other. Now reunited, they talked like old hens for hours each evening, catching each other up on their lives.



Debbie is very similar to my wife in that she is also a very strong willed and independent woman. She is several inches taller than Tina and has long curly dark brown hair with dark hazel eyes to match. Her figure is shapely with breasts slightly smaller than Tina’s, and an ass that can turn heads. My wife revealed later to me, that her friend Debbie had bought a house there several years ago after securing an administrative position with the local hospital. She indicated that Debbie had offered to let Tina stay at the house each time she went down for business, rather than staying in a hotel.



Having an old friend there to stay with each time helped Tina with the transition and the extra work. In no time at all, the two of them were best of friends again, and they would occasionally get drunk on several bottles of wine some evenings. It was during one of these drunken times, my wife later confided, that the conversation eventually turned to sex. As is always the case; lips get loosened whenever alcohol is applied. Debbie ended up confiding to Tina, that she hadn’t had sex in over a year. As they commiserated over that for a bit and more wine was drunk, my wife inadvertently let slip during the conversation that I had written several sex stories a while ago.



By this point the girls were so drunk that they were practically falling down and giggling at everything. When Debbie expressed curiosity to read the stories, it never even occurred to Tina to say no. She promptly stumbled over to her laptop and quickly navigated to the site where the stories had been uploaded. Pulling up the first one entitled “My Pet Teacher”, Tina passed the laptop to Debbie.



As Debbie read through the story, she’d occasionally mutter an “oh my God” or a “holy shit”, but never stopped reading until she was finished. When she finally looked up from the computer, after several more glasses of wine, she asked Tina if there were any more. Tina then pulled up the next two stories “The Humiliation of my Wife” and “Owning my Best Friend’s Mom” and once again passed the computer back to Debbie. Once Debbie had finished reading the last story “The Making of an Office Slut”, the conversation remained firmly rooted around sex. Debbie admitted to my wife that she found herself turned on by the contents of the stories. Later, the two of them also admitted to each other that neither of them had been with another woman but that they wouldn’t be opposed to trying it. The conversation continued to go downhill from there until late in the evening, the decision was made to finally call it a night and head to bed.



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I’m sure both of them just chalked the conversation up to the drunken ramblings of two best friends, but upon hearing the story several days later, I began to have other ideas. Not wanting to let my wife in on my thoughts, for fear she might say no, I kept things to myself, and never discussed the matter with her again, as I began to plan on how to bring my ideas to fruition.



My plan finally came together when I convinced Debbie to join my wife and I at our place for one of the weekends she was scheduled to come home for. I made sure to keep my tone light and jovial so that Tina wouldn’t become suspicious of my motives. Once the ladies had arrived and dinner had been eaten, we settled down in the living room, opened several bottles of wine and began to catch each other on our respective days and lives. Since the girls knew practically everything about each other at this point, I spend much of the time talking about my life and work. I also ensured that I only had a few glasses of wine, while I kept their glasses overflowing with bubbly.



Soon the two of them were plastered drunk and were giggling at everything I said. It was at this point that I decided to put my plan into action.



As lightly and nonchalantly as I could I began, “So Debbie. Tina was telling me the other day that you read my stories. What did you think of them?”



“What? Oh, they were really good. I can’t believe your imagination!” Debbie exclaimed.



“What parts of the stories did you like?” I asked, pretending indifferent curiosity.



“Mmm….I guess the issues of control, and the stuff they were made to do. It was all so very surreal, yet sexy,” she replied.



“Well, I’m really glad you enjoyed them.” Again staying as light and indifferent as I could, I added “did Tina tell you that she also enjoyed those stories?”



“Umm….no I don’t think so,” was the slurred response.



“Oh she did. In fact she enjoyed them so much that she volunteered to become my slave,” I said, watching Debbie’s reaction closely as I dropped the bomb.



Her head snapped up from her wine glass upon hearing that. “She what?” she asked incredulously. I could see Tina turning a few shades of red as she listened to our conversation.



“She wanted to know what it felt like to be those women in the stories, so she agreed to give control to me in our sex lives. I believe she finds it very liberating, don’t you slut?” I asked, turning my head slightly towards my wife.



Clearing her throat loudly she quietly responded, “yes Sir.”



“What? You’re fucking pulling my leg, aren’t you Carl?” Debbie asked between hiccups. Her half-full glass of wine temporarily forgotten as she tried to determine if I was kidding around with her or not.



“No, I’m quite serious.” Turning to my wife I ordered, “open your shirt and let Debbie see your breasts.”



Not trusting her voice any more, after only a slight pause, Tina reached up with shaking hands and unfastened the buttons on her blouse, and slowly pulled the material aside, exposing her bare breasts. Her nipples were hard as rocks and stuck out at least half an inch as if begging for attention.



Debbie just gaped at them for several seconds, disbelieving what she was seeing. “Tina told me that you were turned on by the content of my stories. Would you also like to know what it feels like to be those women in the stories?” I asked with bated breath.



This was the moment of truth. Either Debbie would take the bait and things would unfold as I had hoped, or she would be disgusted by the thought and my weekend plans cut short. Several seconds of silence passed as Tina continued to hold her blouse open while her best friend openly ogled her bare breasts.



When she finally answered a much muted “yes”, I could barely contain my excitement.



“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear that Debbie. What did you say?” I asked again, just to be certain.



“Yes, I would,” was her reply.



“Are you prepared to give complete control to me? To do whatever I tell you to do, just like the women in those stories?” I asked, wanting to make sure the ground rules were agreed upon beforehand.



“Yes.”



“Are you prepared to accept the consequences should you not obey me in all things?”



“Yes.”



“Even if that means taking you over my knee and spanking your ass?”



“Yes.” By now it was as if she was in a trance, answering yes to all of my questions.



“Very well. Stand up Debbie,” I ordered.



Hesitant at first, and with obviously shaking knees, Debbie finally rose to her feet to stand before us. Tina was transfixed by the sight before her and was oblivious to the fact that she was still holding her shirt open.



“Take off your shirt Debbie.”



Her eyes fixed on Tina’s breasts, she grasped the sides of her t-shirt and lifted it off over her head, dropping it to the floor beside her.



“Now the bra.”



Reaching behind her, she unhooked the clasp on her bra and allowed the material to fall away from her breasts, before it landed on the floor next to her t-shirt. Debbie’s breasts are still firm, like Tina’s, but have much darker areolas and fatter nipples. These too were standing at attention.



“Now the jeans Debbie.”



Like she was on auto-pilot, eyes still glued to Tina’s exposed breasts, Debbie unbuttoned the front of her jeans, slid the zipper down and shimmied out of her pants until they were in a bunch on the floor with the rest of her clothes.



“And finally the panties,” I added, admiring the skimpy black lace barely covering her pubic mound.



Hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, she slowly rolled them down her legs until she finally stood before us completely naked. I could see that Debbie had taken care to keep the hair shaved around her pussy lips with just a small tuft of dark hair at the top of her slit.



“Very nice Debbie. You have a beautiful body,” I complemented her as I shifted in my seat, to relieve the uncomfortable pressure building in the front of my pants, as my hard-on strained to break free of its bonds.



“I want you to kneel in front of Tina. Spread your knees wider apart. Now clasp your hands behind your back.” Once she had complied, “Very good. Tina, go get your collar,” I ordered, turning my attention to my wife.



Without a word, she hopped up from the couch and ran to the front door to grab her collar from the hook upon where it’s kept. Racing back, she stood in front of me, holding the collar out.



“No slut, I want you to put the collar on her for me.” As she began to fasten the collar around the neck of her friend, I explained to Debbie, “this collar symbolizes your agreement with me to obey me in all things. You will hasten to obey my every order instantly for to do otherwise, will result in a severe punishment for you. Is this clear?” I asked.



Nodding her head, and with a frightened look in her eyes, she quietly replied, “yes.”



Taking a small digital camera out of my shirt pocket, I began to snap several pictures of her naked form. I could see Debbie was surprised at my actions, but she resisted saying anything.



“From now on Tina you will be referred to as ‘slut’ and you Debbie will be referred to as ‘whore’. Now whore, I want you to look up at the slut and ask to eat her pussy,” I ordered.



Eyes wide with fear, and a tinge of excitement, Debbie looked up into the face of her best friend and very quietly asked, “May I lick your pussy please?”



Clearing her throat, Tina quickly replied “yes” as she grabbed the hem of her skirt and yanked it up to her waist. Once her knees were spread open, Debbie cautiously inched forward on her knees until she was staring straight into my wife’s cleanly shaven pussy. Hesitant and unsure of how to proceed, Debbie finally leaned forward and, with her tongue stuck out, began to lap slowly at Tina’s moist opening.



Tina’s eyes were glued to Debbie’s face as she began to lick her pussy with more confidence. The more Debbie got into it, the more excited Tina became. After a few minutes, Debbie was eating pussy with wild abandon. She was driving several fingers into Tina’s pussy while simultaneously licking and nibbling on her engorged clit. At this point, Tina’s head was laid back against the cushions of the couch and her eyes were closed as she moaned and cried out in pleasure, “that’s it whore, lick my cunt.”



Leaning over, I ordered Debbie to look up at me while she ate Tina’s soaking wet pussy. I then snapped a few more pictures of her with her face covered in pussy juice and her tongue buried in her best friend’s cunt. Her face turned a deep shade of red as her continued humiliation was captured on film.



“Slut! Raise your knees up to your chest,” I ordered Tina. “Now, tongue her ass, whore,” I directed Debbie once Tina was in position. Without hesitation, Debbie began tonguing Tina’s asshole, trying to drive her tongue past the sphincter, like it was a cock fucking her ass. This added sensation pushed my wife over the edge, and grabbing a handful of Debbie’s hair and driving her face into her ass and pussy, she began cumming and shrieking like a banshee. Her body shook and convulsed causing her pussy juices to be smeared all over Debbie’s face and hair.



When at last Tina released her hold on her friend’s hair, Debbie sat back on her heels with a flushed face, slick with pussy juices, and looked up at me expectantly. Her breathing was ragged and her nipples were hard as rocks, and I could tell she was turned on by what had just happened.



Did you enjoy eating your best friend’s cunt whore?” I asked.



“Yes Sir,” was the quick response.



“Would you like to cum too whore?”



“Oh, yes Sir.”



“Very well. Stand up and walk over to the living room window,” I ordered. Our living room has a large bay window overlooking our front lawn and the quiet street beyond. Currently there are only white sheers covering the windows. “Pull back the curtains on both sides.” It is now was dark outside and, without the curtains, were anyone to bother looking up at our house, they would be able to clearly see inside as we had all of the lights on in the living room. Once Debbie had both curtains pulled back, I continued. “Now stand with your back to the window in the middle.” As she turned to comply, I could see her face was a deep crimson red which was now spreading down her neck to her shoulders. “Spread your feet wide apart and bend over at the waist. Let’s give my neighbours a real good look at a whore’s asshole and cunt.” When she was in position, I continued. “You wanted to cum, so go ahead and finger your pussy now. Show my neighbours what a dirty little whore you are. Perhaps I’ll invite them over later and let them take turns using you?” As she dug her fingers into her already wet pussy, and began to frig as quickly as she could I asked, “you’d probably like that wouldn’t you whore?”



“Mmm…” was the only reply as her eyes closed and the pace of her fingers picked up even further. I could tell she was close to cumming. The added humiliation was having an impact on Debbie and, in very little time, she was ready to cum. Grabbing the camera I took several more shots for added embarrassment.



Opening her eyes and looking up at me, she asked “may I cum Sir?” Sweat was beginning to bead on her forehead as she fought to contain her excitement.



“Yes, cum for my wife and I. Show us and our neighbours how you like to cum while everyone watches.”



With a loud moan, Debbie’s orgasm overtook her as she stood bent over in front of my picture window. Her legs soon became like jello and she involuntarily dropped to her knees as the waves of pleasure washed over her body.



When at last Debbie came around and managed to get her breathing under control, I ordered Tina, “finish undressing slut and then get on your hands and knees with your ass facing your friend.” When she was in position I then ordered Debbie, “crawl over and lick her asshole. I want it nicely lubricated for my cock.”



Without any hesitation, Debbie crawled over and dipped her head once more into her friend’s ass. As she was busily licking and working her tongue into my wife’s ass, I had to sit back and admire what was unfolding before me. I had both women naked on their hands and knees in the middle of my living room with one tonguing the ass of the other! It was something right out of my fantasies. I could hardly believe my luck that it was actually coming true. It was becoming quite apparent that Debbie was a true submissive and not just someone seeking a release for her stress.



While Debbie lubricated Tina’s ass, I took the opportunity to shed my clothes. Once naked I ordered, “whore, get on your back.” When she was in position, I then had Tina straddle her face in the classic 69 position. “Now eat her pussy whore, while I fuck her ass.”



And with that I knelt behind my wife, took aim at her puckered asshole and began working the head of my cock in. There was very little resistance this time as Debbie had done a good job of loosening it up with her tongue. As I worked my cock into Tina’s tight ass, I could hear slurping sounds from below me as Debbie began eating Tina’s pussy for the second time tonight. Once I had the entire length buried in her ass, I began fucking her in long hard strokes, bottoming out with each thrust. A grin broke out on my face as I realized that with each thrust, my balls were smacking Debbie on the forehead.



“Whore, spread your legs,” I ordered. Reaching down, I grabbed a discarded flip flop and passed it to Tina. “Slut, I want you to beat her pussy with the shoe. Don’t stop until I tell you to.” I was curious to see how Debbie would react to the pain stimuli and, to be honest, it was turning me on to see my wife dominating another woman.



With no hesitation at all, Tina began laying in to her friend’s exposed and opened pussy with the flip flop. At first the smacks were tentative and light, but when Debbie did not protest, and the pleasure of the fucking and licking began to overtake her senses, Tina began beating the pussy in front of her in earnest. She began to time the smacks to coincide with each thrust in her ass. Each time I bottomed out, a resounding SMACK could be heard as the shoe hit Debbie’s wet and exposed pussy lips. The beating was beginning to have an effect on Debbie as I could hear her beginning to mewl and cry out with each smack. To my surprise, Debbie kept her legs open the entire time and even began lifting her pussy up to meet each blow. It was evident that Debbie was getting turned on by the pain.

“That’s it slut. Beat that whore’s cunt,” I cried out as I felt my orgasm building. I could tell my wife was close as well, as her breathing had become ragged and she was pushing back against each of my thrusts. “Now lick her pussy slut. Make the whore cum,” I ordered Tina.



Discarding the flip flop, my wife bent her head down and began licking her first pussy. The entire area was so sensitive from the beating, that it only took moments before Debbie began screaming and thrashing beneath Tina as her orgasm smashed throughout her body. Like a chain reaction, this also set off Tina’s orgasm, as she began bucking and thrashing on the cock still buried in her ass. As the waves of pleasure rolled throughout her body, her muscles would simultaneously clench and unclench. It felt like a hand was inside her asshole gripping my cock tight and trying to milk it like a cow. The sensation was unbelievable and unlike any I had ever experienced before. That was all it took to push me over the edge, so with one last thrust, I quickly pulled out and took aim at Debbie’s face and began shooting spurt after spurt onto her upturned face. Soon her entire face was covered in long white strands of cum and which were beginning to run down into her hair.



“Slut, feed the whore my cum,” I ordered Tina. Spinning around she began scooping the cum off of Debbie’s face and placing it into her mouth. Once Tina had fed all of my cum to her, I ordered Debbie, “Now clean my cock whore.” Scrambling to her hands and knees, she bent her head down and began licking and sucking on my cock which had just been buried in my wife’s ass. Once it was sufficiently clean I ordered Tina to take Debbie upstairs to the bathroom and to get her cleaned up and to shave her pussy bare like her own.



Once the girls were gone I took the opportunity to grab the package I had hid in the closet and began setting up for the next scenario I had planned. Earlier that day, prior to picking them up at the airport, I had stopped in at the sex shop and purchased a few more supplies. By the time the girls returned, I had everything set up and ready for them. Just thinking about what was to come had me getting hard again.



As the girls entered the room I could see them eying with curiosity the equipment I had laid out. I took a moment to admire Debbie’s newly shaven pussy before I proceeded with the plan. Pointing to the coffee table I ordered, “whore get over the table.” The coffee table was low enough and narrow enough that Debbie’s knees touched the ground on one side and her hands touched the ground on the other side with just her upper body laid across the table. Once she was in position, I ordered Tina, “now tie her feet and hands to each leg of the table.”



Tina quickly bent to the task. While she still craved submitting herself to me, it was also evident that my wife was enjoying dominating her friend. Once Debbie was appropriately secured, I handed the paddle to Tina and instructed her to begin paddling Debbie’s ass. Again, Tina started off lightly, but with a little encouragement from me, was soon putting her weight behind each strike. Sitting in front of Debbie I was able to watch the anguished expression on her face each time the paddle made contact with her ass. Soon Debbie was crying out in pain with each blow as her ass became redder and redder.



“Whore, I want you to answer the following questions truthfully. If I feel you’re telling me the whole truth, then I’ll have Tina stop your paddling. If I think you’re lying to me or holding something back, then I’ll take the paddle and continue your punishment. Deal?”



SMACK



“Ahh…yes Sir” was her hurried reply.



“Have you ever been with another woman sexually prior to tonight?”



“No Sir.”



“Did you enjoy eating Tina’s pussy?”



“Yes Sir.”



“And how about her ass?”



“Yes Sir.”



“Have you sucked cock before?”



“Yes Sir.”



“Did you enjoy it?”



“It was OK Sir.”



“Have you ever eaten a man’s cum before?”



“No Sir.”



“Why not?”



“I always felt it was disgusting.”



“And did it turn you on being forced to eat my cum?”



Debbie hesitated before answering. Turning a darker shade of red she finally replied, “yes Sir.”



“Have you been fucked in the ass before?”



A sheepish, “yes Sir.”



“How many times?”



“A dozen times maybe?” was her hesitant reply.



“So you like taking cock in your ass?”



“Yes Sir.”



By now, Debbie’s face was a mask of pain as the paddle continued its barrage on her sore and bruised ass. “Now remember, I want you to be completely honest with me. What turned you on most tonight?”



Again she paused before answering, giving her time to compose her thoughts. Hanging her head in shame she finally replied, “being made to do things against my will, like eating your cum. And also being made to humiliate myself like when you had me masturbate in front of the window.”



That was a startling admission. It was the humiliation that turned her on the most. I think Tina and I could have a lot of fun with that in the days to come.



“Alright, that’s enough slut,” signaling to Tina to stop with the punishment. Once she had put the paddle down she stood back and admired her handiwork. Both ass cheeks and the backs of her thighs were a dark mottled red. A bit of moisture had also formed on her brow as a result of her exertion with the paddle. “I have a gift for you slut,” pointing to the item on the cushion beside me. On it was a black leather harness with a large lifelike black dildo in it. A smile cracked the corners of her lips when she took in what I had bought for her.



Stepping up, she tentatively took the item in hand and began examining it intently. Once she had figured out where the straps went, she hastily stepped into it and fastened it in place. As she stared down at the black cock now protruding from her body, she began stroking it as if it was her own cock. What a pretty sight that presented for me. Grabbing the camera from my discarded shirt I snapped a few more photos of my wife as she stared at and stroked her new cock.



Breaking her out of her reverie I ordered, “slut I want you to teach this whore how I like to have my cock sucked. I’ll be trying out her ass now that you’ve warmed it up for me.” Dropping to my knees behind Debbie’s ass, I took a moment to admire my wife’s handiwork, both in shaving the pussy but also in punishing her ass. After admiring the marks and noting how wet Debbie was, I placed the tip of my cock against Debbie’s pussy and thrust deeply, burying it on the first go. A deep sigh was heard from Debbie as I began fucking her tight pussy. Reaching down, I began to work a finger into her puckered little asshole. Once it was knuckle deep, I then worked a second finger followed by a third. Soon I had three fingers buried deep in her ass as I continued to thrust away in her pussy. Meanwhile Tina had taken up a position standing in front of Debbie. Grabbing a handful of hair at the back of Debbie’s head she ordered, “open up whore. You’re going to have to learn how to properly suck a cock.” And with that she placed the tip of her black cock against Debbie’s lips and began thrusting into her mouth.



As Tina worked her dildo deeper and deeper in Debbie’s mouth, I withdrew my now slick cock and placed the tip of it against her now loosened ass. As I began pressing against her bud, I could feel her relaxing her muscles allowing the head to slip quickly into her. Grabbing her hips, I began short hard thrusts, burying more and more of my cock each time, until I was hitting bottom with each one. At that point I began a rhythm of slow hard thrusts, almost withdrawing completely each time before burying it in to her with a resounding slap against her sore ass.



Meanwhile, my wife had begun having some fun with Debbie’s throat. Remembering her first time with my cock in her throat, she began to torture Debbie in much the same way. While I beat a steady rhythm in Debbie’s ass, Tina began to force her own cock into Debbie’s throat, causing her to gag painfully around it. Tina would alternate the amount of time she spent in Debbie’s throat keeping her off balance and never knowing how long she would have to go without air. Tina’s cock and Debbie’s face were soon covered in saliva as she continued to gag around the cock being forced down her throat.



With her hand still wrapped around Debbie’s hair at the back of her head, Tina began to time her thrusts to coincide with my thrusts into Debbie’s ass. Like one unit we were both bottoming out in Debbie’s throat and ass at the same time. The sounds filling the room were positively musical. As my body slapped against Debbie’s ass, Tina would bury her cock in Debbie’s throat eliciting powerful gagging sounds, followed by deep gasping breaths as she withdrew for the next thrusts.



It was then that the most powerful orgasm I had ever witnessed occurred. Debbie’s eyes practically rolled into the back of her head as she began wailing and keening, with her entire body shaking violently below us. Since she was tied down, the entire table began to heave and move with her. It took everything I had to hold on and keep myself buried in her ass. Tina had stepped back by this point and was staring open mouthed at the intensity of the orgasm which was taking place before her. This violent display lasted about 30 seconds before she began to settle down.



The intensity of the muscle spasms was so great, that the sensation quickly passed from one of trying to milk my cock to that of someone trying to rip it off my body. Witnessing this intense orgasm had my own orgasm ready to explode. Pulling out quickly, I ran around to the other side of the table and began blowing my second load of the night into Debbie’s face. When Debbie had begun to regain her senses, I ordered Tina to help her clean Debbie’s face.



Getting down on her knees, Tina began licking off my strands of cum and then shoving her cum-covered tongue into Debbie’s mouth forcing her to suck it clean. She repeated this process until she had licked Debbie’s face clean. They ended with a long kiss, tongues intertwining as they enjoyed each other’s company.



Once they finally came up for air, I began unfastening Debbie from the table allowing her to rise and stretch her cramped limbs.



Settling down onto the couch, Tina and Debbie cuddled up on either side of me as we took a moment to catch our respective breaths. Their hands began to explore my body, gently massaging my tired muscles. After several minutes of this, Tina bent over and began licking and sucking on my semi-flaccid cock, willingly cleaning it even after it had been in Debbie’s ass. Just then my stomach rumbled with hunger. Giggling, Tina sat up and asked, “are you hungry Sir?”



“I think I have worked up a bit of an appetite,” I replied with a grin.



Turning, she reached for the phone on the end table and quickly dialed the local pizza shop and ordered up a pizza for delivery. Once she had placed her order, she hung up the phone and bolted upstairs without a word. I could tell by the look in her eye that she was up to something, but I figured there was no harm in letting her go with it.



Several minutes later she returned to us with an armload of stuff. Debbie had meanwhile picked up where Tina had left off, and was gently licking and sucking on my cock. Apparently, she didn’t mind sucking cock, so long as she was being “forced” to do it.



Looking up at my wife, I raised my eyebrow in question. With a big grin she asked, “may I Sir?”



Smiling back, I shrugged my shoulders and replied “sure.”



Tina then handed me a robe and put a second one on herself. Once she was dressed in the robe, she turned to Debbie and barked, “on your knees in front of me whore.” Debbie scrambled off the couch and quickly knelt before her. Once in place, Tina fastened the blindfold around Debbie’s eyes. She then stooped down and clipped the leash onto her collar. It was then that I started to get an idea as to what my wife might be up to. Walking over to her purse, she removed a twenty dollar bill, and slipped it into the pocket of her robe. Leaning over, she gave me a quick kiss and asked, “Sir, would you mind answering the door when the pizza comes?”



I nodded my head in agreement.



As the nervousness in the room became almost palpable, we were suddenly shocked out of our reveries by the sound of the doorbell.



I got up and walked into the other room to answer the front door. Opening the door I saw that the delivery guy was a young fellow likely in his late teens, around the age of 19 or 20. Inviting him in, I closed the door behind him and called out to my wife. “Hon, the pizza guy is here. Can you bring out the money?”



The sound of a chain rattling, followed by a terse “heel” could be heard coming from the other room. Several moments later, my wife entered the foyer wearing her robe, leading a very naked and blindfolded Debbie who was crawling on her hands and knees with a twenty dollar bill stuck in her mouth. I glanced over at the pizza guy to gage his reaction, and nearly burst out laughing at the expression plastered across his face. His jaw hung open with his eyes wide in shock. Clearly he had never seen a sight such as this before. But I also noted that he had quite a tent forming in his pants as well.



When my wife stood beside us, she looked down at Debbie and ordered, “sit.” She had obviously been coached by Tina in the other room, because when she sat back on her heels, she ensured her knees were spread wide apart and her hands were clasped behind her back giving our delivery guy an unimpeded view of her breasts and newly shaved pussy.



Looking up at the delivery boy, my wife said, “here’s your money Sir,” gesturing towards the twenty in Debbie’s mouth. With obviously shaking hands, he reached down and tentatively took the money, perhaps fearing she might bite or something. After stuffing the money in his pocket, my wife asked him, “our dog Debbie here is very well trained. Would you like to pet her?”



Looking at my wife for the first time, he blinked and then asked, “are you sure she doesn’t mind?”



Shaking her head and smiling, “nah, she loves the attention, don’t you little doggy?” she asked turning towards Debbie. Debbie simply nodded her head yes, not trusting her voice at this point.



“Uh, sure. Ok.” He put the pizza bag down at his side and stooped down to Debbie’s level. Reaching out he hesitantly touched her left breast and then her right. When no one complained, he became a bit bolder and began to fondle both breasts, focusing on the very erect nipples.



After a bit my wife added, “go ahead and pet her everywhere. She loves it.” Tina wasn’t lying either. I could see the blush extending down Debbie’s shoulders, but I could also see and smell the excitement in her pussy. All hesitation lost now, he quickly dipped one hand down to her shaven pussy and began to play with her clit and pussy lips. The more he twisted and turned her nipple, and the more he drove his fingers into her soaking wet pussy, the more excited Debbie became. Her breathing was becoming ragged and her head was thrown back in pleasure.



“You know, you’ve been so nice to our doggy, I think she would like to repay your kindness,” my wife informed the delivery guy. Looking up from where he was squatting he asked, “umm…like what?”



“Well, why don’t you stand up and take your penis out so our doggy can thank you properly,” she informed him. Jumping up, he fumbled with his belt for several seconds, before finally dropping his pants and drawers. Out popped a very hard cock, a little shorter and thinner than mine. I could tell it wouldn’t be long for this fellow to cum.



Feeling a tug on her leash, Debbie scooted forward until she felt the tip of the cock bump against her face. Opening her mouth, she took the head of his cock in and began bathing it in spit.



Patting Debbie on the head I remind her, “now remember how you were trained to suck cock. Impress me with how much you learned.”



Heeding my words, Debbie attacked the stranger’s cock in front of her, nearly knocking him over in the process. She began bobbing her head back and forth on the cock, going deeper and deeper with each push. When at last it began to bump against the back of her throat, she paused before giving one last push, forcing the cock head past the barrier in her throat. As it slid home in her throat with her nose nestled in his pubic hair, the delivery guy let out a deep moan of pleasure as Debbie held herself there for several seconds despite her intense gagging. When she could tolerate it no more, she quickly withdrew, took several gasping breaths before once again impaling herself on his cock. After holding it for several seconds again, Debbie released the cock once more and then began a steady rhythm of fucking her own throat with his cock. The delivery guy’s orgasm was quickly building and he was soon matching her head bobs with hard thrusts of his own.



When it was evident he could hold out no longer my wife asked, “I want you to shoot your cum all over my doggie’s face.” With a gargled scream, he yanked his cock out of her mouth and began cumming in what seemed like one continuous stream of cum all over her red face and into her gasping mouth. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone cum as much as that young fellow did. Debbie’s face and hair were drenched in white sticky cum.



When the last drop had finally been squeezed out onto Debbie’s nose, the pizza guy hastily did up his pants and with mumbled thanks, ran out the door. I’m not sure if his haste was from embarrassment or because he knew he was going to be late for his other deliveries.



Grabbing the camera I ran back into the foyer and snapped some great shots of Debbie’s cum stained face and hair. Turning to my wife I ordered, “clean her up slut.” She immediately knelt in front of Debbie and once again began cleaning her face with her tongue, sharing the cum with Debbie after each lick. Once she was suitably clean, and they had enjoyed each others’ mouths, I took the blindfold off of Debbie and led her by the leash over to the coffee table once more. This time I had her lay on her back lengthwise on the table and ordered her to hold her knees up beside her chest with her legs spread wide. I then had Tina lay face down on top of her with her own knees brought up high on either side of Debbie. Pushing her bottom down, it placed her pussy in contact with Debbie’s pussy below. This also served to open up both girls’ holes for easy access by my very hard cock.



Needing no prompting from me, the girls began kissing again, twining their tongues together. Taking aim, I hammered my cock home in my wife’s pussy, coating it with her juices before moving on to Debbie’s asshole. After sawing back and forth there for a bit, I then switched to Tina’s ass. I then alternated between the four holes giving each woman one more orgasm before finally pulling out and cumming in both of their faces.



As they began cleaning each other off again with their tongues, I sat back with a contented sigh on the couch and shook my head with disbelief. I had imagined some pretty wild stuff in the stories I had written, but I had never imagined that any of it would come true for me. Least of all with my wife and her best friend.



When at last they were finished cleaning each other, they disengaged themselves and once again cuddled up on either side of me on the couch. Nothing was said for a while as we simply enjoyed the afterglow from a very active evening.



It was Debbie though who finally broke the silence. Keeping her eyes downcast she began in a quiet voice. “I just want the two of you to know that tonight has been the most erotic and exciting night of my life. I have harbored some very deep secrets for a very long time. Desires that I could hardly admit even to myself for the shame of it. If you guys are willing, I would like to serve both of you in whatever capacity you see fit. I’ll do anything either one of you tells me to without question. And you can do whatever you want to me.” Pausing to compose her thoughts, I could hear the tremor in her voice as she continued to bare her soul to us. “If you’ll have me, I promise to always try and please you.”

Looking at my wife for direction, she nodded her head in agreement.



“Very well whore. Tina and I will agree to take you on as our slave, but let’s get some ground rules set first. In all things, I have the final say. Both you and Tina will obey me without question. However, you will also answer to Tina. You will obey her as if it was I giving you the command. There is a definite pecking order here and you slave are at the bottom of it. Clear?”



“Yes Sir.” A hint of a smile played at the corner of her lips.



“Right then. Let’s have some pizza first and then go get cleaned up and head to bed. I have a feeling that tomorrow will be another eventful day.”



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The next day I was awakened by a tentative tapping on my shoulder. Opening my eyes I was presented with the beautiful view of my wife’s naked body hovering over me. “Your breakfast is ready Sir.” Reaching up, I grabbed her right nipple between thumb and forefinger and began pinching and twisting it as I pulled her down to me for a kiss. She willingly fell into my embrace and enjoyed some heavy kissing and petting before I finally pushed her away and climbed out of bed.



Telling her I’d be down in a minute, I headed off into the washroom to take care of some morning rituals. When I emerged with my robe on, I headed downstairs to the kitchen to find my wife and her best friend kneeling naked beside the kitchen table where my plate of food had been set for me. As I ate my food in silence I began to formulate a plan on how we could spend the day today. I didn’t let them in on my ideas though until after I had finished eating.



“It’s such a nice day today I was thinking we could head down to the public pool after lunch and go for a swim and do some sunbathing. What do you ladies think of that idea?” I asked.



Both of them nodded their heads in agreement. My wife answered, “That’s a good idea Sir. We haven’t gone swimming in ages. But Debbie doesn’t have a bathing suit,” she added.



“That’s alright,” I replied. “I thought we could stop by the mall first and pick out a suit for her.”



“Oh, that’s perfect Sir,” my wife replied as she began to catch on to what I was implying.



“But first thing’s first. Whore, get on your back,” I ordered pointing to the floor at my feet. “Now straddle the whore’s face, slut.” Opening my robe, I showed my wife my already hardened cock. “Eat that pussy whore, and I want you to finger yourself as well. But you are not to cum until you’ve satisfied your mistress first. Is that clear?”



A muffled “yes Sir” as she began tonguing Tina’s pussy. Needing no further direction from me, Tina leaned forward and began sucking on my cock. For a while, all that could be heard was the sound of Tina gagging on my cock while she enjoyed the tongue buried in her snatch. Looking down, I saw Debbie’s right hand practically flying over her own pussy, as she brought herself close to orgasm.



With my cock still in her mouth, as she gasped for breath, Tina asked, “may I cum Sir?”



“You may,” was my only reply. As soon as Tina’s orgasm hit, Debbie’s exploded as well and the two of them began thrashing about at my feet. Seeing their intense pleasure was enough to push me over the edge as well. Grabbing the back of Tina’s head, I held the tip of my cock in her mouth and ordered, “do not swallow slut,” and began shooting spurt after spurt of cum into my wife’s mouth. When it was nearly overflowing, I pulled out and ordered, “now feed the whore your cum.” Scooting back she bent down, opened her mouth and allowed my seed to pour into Debbie’s open mouth. They again finished with a fierce kiss as I got up and headed back upstairs to shower.



When I came out of the bathroom to get dressed I found both Tina and Debbie dressed in tight blouses with equally tight short skirts and, of course, no underwear on. Obviously Tina had informed Debbie of the new dress code. As I dressed, I couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest guy in the world. I had two beautiful women (one being my life partner) who were willing to serve me in whatever perverse capacity I saw fit.



On the way to the mall I made a quick detour by the adult store where I had purchased all of the sex toys over the last few weeks and, while the girls waited in the car, ran in and picked up another collar for Tina to replace the one given to Debbie last night. Once back in the car, we then made our way to the large mall on the other side of town. By the time we arrived at around 11 o’clock, the parking lot was already near capacity. Being a Saturday in the middle of summer, it was a sure bet that the mall would be packed.



After several minutes of circling, I was finally able to find a spot and we were on our way in. I can’t begin to describe how incredibly turned on I was walking with two gorgeous women wearing very revealing clothing through a packed mall. Both women received plenty of stares from the men as they passed by and a few glares from some of their wives.



Spying a jewelry store, I steered the ladies in and began browsing their necklaces and pendants. By now my wife was beside herself with curiosity as she knew how much I hated jewelry stores.



“Sir? What are we looking for?” my wife asked quietly.



“I’m looking for something for the two of you,” I replied.



“Oh,” a big smile played across her face. “May I ask what?”



“You’ll find out soon enough.” When at last I had found what I was looking for, I signaled the young sales lady over. “I would like two of those,” pointing to a small gold heart-shaped pendant with a small diamond in the base of the heart. “Do you do engraving as well?” I asked.



As the woman retrieved two boxes from below the counter she replied, “of course sir. What would you like them to say?”



“They’re for the two ladies with me. I want you to engrave one of them with the word ‘Slut’ and the other ‘Whore’.”



The look of shock on her face was priceless. “Are you sure?” she asked looking at the two women as if she expected them to protest my request.



“I am.” After sneaking one last look at Tina and Debbie, the lady finally went over to the other counter and began the engraving process. Nothing further was said, but the look of disapproval she gave the girls as she handed me the bag with my new purchases was quite entertaining.



As we continued our walk through the mall, I handed the bag to Tina and said, “these are for your collars slut. This way you’ll know which one belongs to which.”



A slight blush colored her cheeks as she took the bag. “Thank you Sir.”



At the end of the next hallway we found ourselves at the entrance to one of the large department stores. Heading in, we made our way over to the swim suit section. I was pleased to see that it was quite busy in this area of the store as we began browsing the swimsuit racks.



Turning to my wife I asked, “I want you to pick out some styles of bikinis for Debbie that you think I will enjoy seeing her in. I want them to leave very little to the imagination,” I added as she began to turn away.



After several minutes of rifling through the racks, my wife began to hold up potential suits to me. After selecting several promising ones, I asked Tina, “are these suits her size?”



“Yes Sir.”



“I want you to find those suits in a size smaller then.”



After exchanging the suits for smaller sizes, we made our way over to the changing rooms so that Debbie could try them on for me. I purposely selected the changing room closest to the entrance, ensuring that the maximum amount of traffic would pass by her curtain as well as the fact that it was also in view of the main area of the swimsuit section. Once Debbie was inside of the cubicle, I handed her the first suit and directed her to put it on. As I closed the curtain behind her, I purposely left it open a small gap so that anyone passing by would be provided an unhindered look at her.



The first few people to pass by took no notice of the gap, but one fellow, who was obviously here with his wife as she tried on some suits, walked slowly by and casually glanced over at the curtain as he did so. He was several steps past the curtain when his brain finally registered what he had seen and he stopped dead in his tracks. He then took several paces back until he was once again standing in front of her curtain and had an unencumbered view of Debbie’s nakedness. She was just in the act of stepping into the bottom portion of the bathing suit when she caught the movement out of the corner of her eye and glanced up in shock at the stranger watching her dress. Turning a deep shade of red she hastily finished pulling on the bottoms and quickly reached for the too-small bikini top. When she had finally fastened the top, she opened the curtain the rest of the way and stepped out of her cubicle.



Rising from the chairs my wife and I had been sitting in, I motioned for her to follow me out into the main area. The voyeur followed close behind – all thoughts of his wife left behind in the dressing room with her. “Stand in front of those mirrors. I want to see how it looks from all angles,” I directed. Really I just wanted to give everyone else in the department a chance to see her near-nakedness. As she stood in front of the mirror I instructed her to place her hands on top of her head and then to begin turning around slowly. It was obvious that the suit was ill-fitting as there was insufficient material on top to cover the bottoms of her breasts. There was just barely enough material to cover her very erect nipples. Any sudden movement would likely cause her breasts to come tumbling out. The bottoms weren’t much better. The material was so tight, that it was beginning to creep up into her slit causing that oh-so-familiar look of cameltoe. As she turned around, the gathering onlookers were presented with a beautiful shot of her ass which was only covered by a very thin piece of material.



Turning to the voyeur from earlier I asked, “what do you think? Do you think the suit covers up too much of her ass?”



Without taking his eyes off of her, he hesitantly replied, “uh…yeh…it covers up too much.”



Turning to another gentleman who had walked over I asked ,”what do you think about the top? Does it show enough nipple or should we look for a smaller one?” His reply was similar to the first fellow.



“Alright, lets head back into the dressing room and try on another one then,” I announced to no one in particular. When Debbie was back in her cubicle, I handed her another suit, and then closed the curtain half-way this time, giving an even better view to anyone who cared to look.



The first voyeur had returned, as well as two other men who all took up posts outside of her curtain and unabashedly enjoyed the view as Debbie stripped out of the first bikini and stepped into the second. When she stepped out for the second time, her face was again a deep blush of red, but her nipples remained hard as rocks and I could begin to see the slightest bit of dampness in the crotch of her bikini bottom. Motioning again to the mirrors, I had Debbie repeat the process from earlier. With her hands on top of her head, she rotated slowly around giving the gathering crowd a great view. By now several more men had joined our group and even several high school girls as well. The top of this suit again barely covered her nipples and looked like they might fall out at any moment. Her bottoms were not much better. The material was again creeping into her slit which was now becoming more noticeably damp as she turned about and saw the gathering crowd.



When I announced that there was one more suit to try on, I could see the excitement in the eyes of those gathered around. I again only bothered to close the curtain half-way allowing the few men gathered around a good look at Debbie as she stripped naked and then squeezed into the final suit. I had purposely saved this one for last as the material on top was not much larger than a postage stamp and the bottoms were literally as big as dental floss.



As Debbie once again stood in front of the mirrors, I could see the nervousness in her eyes. “Place your hands on top of your head and then turn around slowly.” As she reached up to place her hands on top of her head, the material stretched tight across her nipples straining to hold their package in, and for several seconds it appeared as if they were going to hold, but then gravity won out and both boobs suddenly popped out into view. The men immediately broke into grins while the girls began to giggle and snicker under their breath.



When Debbie looked like she was about to reach down to cover herself I barked, “keep your hands on your head and continue turning around slowly.” Blushing a deeper shade of red which had worked its way down to her shoulders, she did as ordered. I could see my wife licking her lips with a grin on her face as she enjoyed Debbie’s humiliation. I began to invite comments from the crowd as Debbie continued to slowly turn about with her breasts hanging out for all to see. The men became bolder and began to comment on her hard nipples and beautiful ass and how she appeared to have a nice clean shaven pussy.



One of the giggling girls piped up and said, “make her bend over and touch her toes.”



“Good idea,” I replied with a grin on my face. When Debbie had her back to us I instructed, “bend over and touch your toes.”



As she did, whatever hope she had of keeping her pussy covered was completely lost now. The further she went the more the material worked its way into her crack until by the time she was touching her toes, the material had worked its way completely into her slit and her pussy lips were now hanging out on either side of the material. I made her hold that humiliating position for several seconds as the crowd commented on her pussy lips and several of the girls began taunting her by calling her “skank”, “whore” and “slut”.



When I finally allowed her to stand up, her face was a deep shade of red and her breathing had quickened a little. I did not allow her to cover herself up, but instead had her place her hands back on top of her head. This way her breasts and pussy lips were now clearly on display for everyone gathered around. “So what do you guys think?” I asked the crowd. “Which bathing suit did you like best?” They all agreed they liked this one the best.



As we began to make our way back to the dressing room, Tina spoke up for the first time and remarked loudly, “you know, this crowd has been so helpful to Debbie, I think it would be really nice if she did something for them.”



“What did you have in mind?” I asked with a shit eating grin on my face.



“Well, since Debbie loves putting on a show, why don’t we have her put one on for this wonderful crowd?”



“Sounds like a great idea. Go ahead.”



Tina then stepped up and took charge of the situation. Once Debbie was back in the cubicle, Tina ensured the curtain was left wide open and then instructed Debbie to take the bikini off. When Debbie stood naked in front of everyone, Tina continued “now play with yourself. Show everyone here how much you enjoyed their help.” A few shocked gasps followed by giggles could be heard in the crowd from several of the high school girls.



As Debbie began to close her eyes Tina barked, “no, keep your eyes open. I want you to watch them as they watch you pleasure yourself.” Doing as she was bid, Debbie kept her eyes open and began to scan the crowd as she slipped her right hand down to her now moist pussy and began to rub her clit. The pace of her hand soon quickened as it was readily apparent that Debbie was extremely turned on by the humiliating situation. Her other hand seemed to be acting of its own volition, and it began to caress and pinch her already hard nipples.



As her breathing quickened, Tina began to taunt Debbie. “That’s it. Cum for everyone here. Let them see what a little whore you are.” Several of the men were sporting obvious tents in their pants and were openly rubbing them as they stared at the spectacle unfolding before them.



The girls in the crowd were also beginning to get excited and were throwing their own taunts in as well. “Yeh, that’s it you fucking slut. Play with yourself. What a skank you are.”



It didn’t take long until Debbie came with a low deep moan of pleasure. Her orgasm began washing over her in waves of pleasure, rocking her body until she could stand up no more and was forced to sit back onto the small seat behind her.



“Alright, that’s enough of a show whore, get dressed,” I ordered pulling the curtain shut. When the crowd saw the curtain close, they knew the show was over and they began dispersing, heading back to whatever it was they were doing before this had all started. Turning to Tina I asked, “can you grab that last suit in a size larger? I don’t want her falling out of her suit with every movement at the pool. We’ll be kicked out for sure then.” I silently gave thanks that no store employees or perturbed customers had intervened in our little fun.



Once Debbie had dressed and collected herself somewhat, she hesitantly stepped out of the cubicle holding the three suits in hand. “Put those down, Tina has grabbed a different one for you.” Doing as she was told, she placed them on the table beside her and we then made our way to the front of the store to pay for our purchase and leave. It was already after lunch and I was anxious to get to the pool to enjoy the rest of the afternoon in the company of two bikini clad women.



By the time we arrived at the public pool, the sun was high in the sky and the hot weather had enticed a large crowd of pool-goers. All demographics were represented here – from the young kids and their parents frolicking in the pool, to the high school aged kids tanning themselves to the senior citizens sitting quietly off in the corners under the trees reading their books.



Finding an open space was difficult, but after several minutes of walking, we managed to find an area large enough to set our 3 towels on the ground, that was also removed a bit from the young kids and their parents. Stripping off my shirt, I settled comfortably down on my towel and smiled up at the ladies as they gathered their swim suits and headed off to the changing room to get changed.



When the ladies returned from the bathroom wearing their bikinis, I noticed many of the men, and even some of the women, give them appreciative looks as they passed by. After they had settled down onto their towels, they began the process of applying sunscreen onto their bodies. Without any prompting from me, they took turns applying the lotion to each other, taking their time rubbing the lotion into the other’s body. I know I wasn’t the only person enjoying the show. When they were finally done with each other, they flanked either side of me and began lathering my body up with lotion. It took all of my self-control to not pop a hard-on as the women massaged the lotion into my body.



Once done we all settled down onto our towels and enjoyed the heat of the sun on our bodies. I was a little surprised when, out of the corner of my eye, I caught my wife fidgeting around. Usually she can lay in the sun for hours without moving. After studying her for several seconds, I realized that she wasn’t fidgeting, but was really trying to get a look at all of the people around us.



After scanning the crowd for several more seconds, Tina finally turned to me and whispered, “Sir, do you mind if I set up a little fun for us with Debbie?”



“Sure,” was my quick reply. I had to be honest with myself. Seeing my very submissive wife dominating another woman was an immense turn-on for me.



At that my wife quickly stood up and walked a distance away until she was standing in front of 3 young men. From their builds it was obvious that they were athletic and they looked to be anywhere in age from 16 to 20. They were likely seniors in high school or freshmen at the local college. When she had their attention, she bent down and conversed quietly with them for several minutes periodically pointing in our direction.

When she finally stood back up and began walking toward us, I saw the boys get up and head towards the bathrooms/change rooms. Tina quickly knelt beside me and whispered, “did you bring the video camera?” When I nodded my head in the affirmative she replied, “good, bring it with you then.” She then turned to Debbie who had been dozing quietly beside us, oblivious to what had just transpired and ordered, “get up whore. I have a job for you.” And with that, Tina stood and began walking towards the change rooms. Debbie scrambled to her feet and began following Tina through the crowd. With a grin, I grabbed the video camera and proceeded to follow the two ladies. When they reached the change rooms they didn’t head inside but instead walked around behind it. There was a small fence in the way which was clearly marked with a sign ‘No Trespassing’. After stepping over the fence we found ourselves behind the change rooms in a small paved alcove with a round metal garbage can mounted to the cement and a large dumpster in the corner. It was obvious this was where the garbage truck would come, once the large gated fence behind it was opened up in order to empty the dumpster. The alcove was deserted save for the 3 of us and the 3 young men Tina had been speaking with earlier.



As nervous glances were passed between the guys, Tina quickly took charge. “Thanks guys for meeting us here. As I was telling you earlier, we have a whore here who is in need of some punishment and I wanted you guys to help me out with that punishment. You guys still OK with that?” she asked.



Glancing between the two scantily clad women in bikinis, they all quickly nodded their heads yes.



“Great.” Motioning to Debbie she ordered, “go stand on front of these fine young gentlemen.” When Debbie stood before them, eyes downcast in embarrassment, face quickly reddening, Tina continued. “Whore, take your tits out of your bikini so these boys can have a good look at them.” With shaking hands, Debbie reached up and pulled back the small amount of fabric covering each breast and tucked the material under them. When she removed her hands and let them fall to her sides, her now bare breasts were on display for the 3 strangers standing before her.



Turning to look at me, Tina nudged me gently with her elbow, and motioned toward the video camera I was holding in one of my hands. I had become so enthralled in the scene unfolding before me that I had completely forgotten that I was even holding the camera. With a sheepish grin, I quickly turned on the camera and began filming Debbie’s humiliation.



Turning to the boys Tina asked, “would you like to touch them boys?” They all quickly nodded their heads in unison. “Well then go ahead. Grab those things.” As they reached out and began fondling her breasts, Tina added, “Oh, I’m going to let you in on a little secret here boys. This whore here likes it rough, so don’t worry about being gentle with them. You can pinch and twist those nipples as much as you’d like.” At that, the boys began attacking her breasts with gusto. They took turns pinching and twisting her nipples while watching her face screw up in pain.



“Don’t feel like you have to restrict yourselves to just her tits boys, go ahead and touch her everywhere.” When they looked at her in confusion Tina ordered, “whore, take off your bikini bottoms and spread your legs nice and wide so that these gentlemen here can start sticking their fingers up your cunt and ass.” Hearing my wife use such vulgar language and dominating another woman in front of these strangers was turning me on immensely. I wasn’t the only sporting a hard-on in their bathing suits.



With a face as red as I’ve ever seen it, Debbie grasped the sides of her bikini bottom and with obviously shaking hands began to roll the material down her legs until she was able to step out of it. Once she was clear of the material she let her hands fall to her sides again and slowly spread her legs wide apart as she had been instructed, giving the three strangers an unobstructed view of her cleanly shaven pussy lips. Needing no further encouragement the boys dove back in and continued their mauling of her breasts and began taking turns shoving fingers into her pussy and asshole. After several minutes Debbie’s eyes began to flutter closed and her breathing began to get ragged. It was obvious she was enjoying the humiliation as wet squishy sounds could be heard coming from her pussy as the men drove their fingers in and out of her.



Not wanting Debbie to cum yet, Tina asked the boys to stop. “As a thank you for helping us out here, this whore here would like to give each of you a blowjob.” This time they needed no further encouragement from Tina and quickly shed their trunks to stand proudly before Debbie with raging hard-ons.



“On your knees whore,” Tina ordered. When she was in place in front of the first boy, Tina walked over, and grabbing a handful of Debbie’s hair, wrenched her head up to look at her as she spoke. “Now remember whore how you’ve been taught to suck cocks. No hands and your nose had better be touching pubic hair on each thrust.” Letting go of her hair, Tina turned to the three boys and instructed, “boys, she likes it rough. So when you have your cock in her mouth I want you grab a handful of her hair and force her head down on your shafts until you’ve got the entire length buried in her mouth. I want you boys to fuck her mouth like you would a pussy. You OK with that?” she asked each of them.



When they simply nodded their heads yes, she motioned for them to begin. The boy standing in front of Debbie took a step forward and placed the tip of his cock into her waiting mouth. Remembering what he had been told to do, he grabbed a handful of hair at the back of Debbie’s head and began pumping his cock into her mouth. After several thrusts he quickly found himself bumping against the back of her throat.



“Now don’t be shy. Force your cock past that barrier. While he’s enjoying that, why don’t you guys,” motioning to the 2 other boys, “get on either side of your friend so the whore can stroke your cocks for you?” They quickly moved into position and then placed their cocks into her waiting hands. As Debbie began stroking the other cocks, the first boy took a firm grip on her hair and pushing as hard as he could, buried the entire length into her throat with one violent thrust. Debbie began gagging immediately, but didn’t pull away as her air was cut off while the boy left his cock lodged in her throat. He was obviously enjoying the gagging sensations as her throat massaged his shaft. Finally pulling out, he began pounding a steady rhythm into her mouth, bottoming out on each thrust as he had been instructed. All the while Debbie continued stroking the other 2 cocks while attempting to accommodate the monster attacking her throat.



Kneeling down beside Debbie and pinching her nipples hard, Tina informed the guys, “you see boys, this little whore here has a dirty little secret she doesn’t want you to know. She gets turned on by being humiliated, used and abused like this. Her nipples are hard as rocks and her cunt is soaking wet.” Tina’s dirty talk was having an effect on the boy with his cock lodged in Debbie’s throat, as his motions had quickened along with his breathing. “I have only one request boys. When you cum, I want you to cum all over her face.” At that, the first boy quickly pulled out and began shooting his cum all over Debbie’s face. When he had wiped the last drop of cum off on her nose, the next boy stepped in and picked up where his friend had just left off.



It didn’t take long for the second boy to achieve orgasm and he quickly added his load of cum to his friend’s ensuring every square inch of Debbie’s face was covered with the sticky stuff. The third boy practically shoved his friend out of the way in his eagerness to get his cock into her mouth. By this point, Debbie’s throat had loosened up enough that there was very little gagging anymore and he pounded away at her mouth. It still didn’t take long though until the third boy was adding his load to the first two.



Debbie’s face and hair was now covered in white cum as she continued to kneel naked before her three young attackers. Thinking it was all over, I reached up to turn off the camera, when my wife spoke up. “Tell you what guys. Since you’ve been such good sports in helping me punish this whore, I’m going to let one of you fuck her in the ass.” Turning to the second boy she said, “you have the largest cock so I think it would only be fitting if you had the honor of stretching her asshole.”



Motioning to Debbie she ordered, “stand up whore, bend over that garbage can.” When Debbie was in place the garbage can was just wide enough and tall enough to support her upper body. Her breasts hung over the edge and swung back and forth as she waited for the next order. “Now reach back whore and pull your ass cheeks apart. Now hold your ass open and beg this young gentleman to stick his cock up your ass and fuck you like the whore you are.”



Reddening further, Debbie held the cheeks of her ass open and looking over her shoulder began to beg, “please Sir, stick your cock in my ass. Fuck me like the whore I am. Hurt my ass with your cock. Please punish my ass.”



Needing no further prompting, the second boy stepped up behind Debbie and placing his now hard cock at the entrance to her ass, began to thrust in as hard as he could. From the earlier fondling, Debbie’s ass was already sufficiently loosened that it only took several thrusts before the boy was bottoming out in her asshole.



“Now grab hold of her hair and pull back hard as you pound that shithole,” Tina ordered. As the boy yanked back hard on Debbie’s hair and continued his pounding of her ass, Tina walked around in front of Debbie and continued her monologue. “Aren’t you the little whore? Look at you. You’re naked, bent over a garbage can, holding your ass open so some stranger can ram his cock up your ass. And this is all after you’ve finished gobbling their cocks like a little whore and having them plaster your face and hair with their cum.”



“Now I think you should be honest with these boys. You’re turned on being treated like this, aren’t you?” Tina asked.



Through gasps, Debbie muttered a weak “yes.”



“I’m sorry, I don’t think they heard you. Tell these boys what turns you on.”



Blushing furiously, Debbie spoke louder. “Yes. I get turned on by being humiliated and treated like a piece of trash. The rougher you treat me, and the more humiliating the situation, the more turned on I become.” Her dark confession came out of her in rush almost as if she had been dying to say it, but needed to first be coerced to admit it out loud.



As soon as she said it, Debbie began panting like a dog in heat. “Please Ma’am. May I cum?” Debbie begged as her orgasm threatened to explode.



“You may, whore,” Tina replied.



With that, Debbie let out a gasp and began thrashing around in ecstasy, as her orgasm sent powerful shocks throughout her body. To her credit, she managed to stay bent over the garbage can and continued to hold her ass cheeks apart for the boy who was still pounding away in her ass.



Turning to the other two boys, Tina saw that they were hard again and instructed, “why don’t you boys rub those cocks of yours and cum all over her body. Make sure you cover every inch of her with your cum.”



While the boys took up positions on either side of Debbie and began masturbating, I grabbed hold of Tina with my free hand (the other one was still taping Debbie’s humiliation) and pulling aside her bottoms, bent her over in front of me, and drove my throbbing erection into her soaking wet pussy with one hard thrust. A gasp and then a soft moan quickly followed that as I pounded several times into her to get my cock nice and wet. When it was sufficiently lubricated, I ordered Tina, “now slut, I want you to hold your ass open for me so that I can fuck you in the ass just like the little whore over there.” With the two of them facing each other, I buried my cock in one hard thrust into Tina’s asshole. Grabbing hold of her hair and pulling back hard, just as the other boy was doing to Debbie, I began to pound into my wife’s ass matching his rhythm and thrusts.



It wasn’t long after that the three boys were ready to cum again. The boy pounding away at her ass thrust once more in and then quickly pulled out and began shooting his second load of cum all over Debbie’s back and ass. The other two boys seemed to take their cue from that and they also began to spurt their second loads onto Debbie’s back and hair. That was all it took for me, so after one last thrust into Tina’s ass, I jerked my cock out and, running over to Debbie, added my load to her hair and back. After wiping the last strand of cum on Debbie’s breast, I finally turned the camera off and stepped back to put my trunks back on. Taking their cue from me, the boys did the same and, with mumbled thanks, quickly dashed out of there.



This left us with Debbie still bent over the garbage can holding her ass open, completely covered in cum. After Tina had fixed her own bathing suit, I ordered, “slut, take this whore into the bathroom and get her cleaned up. I think we’ve had enough fun for today at the pool.” As she helped Debbie get her bikini back on I smiled to myself, knowing that the final humiliation for Debbie was going to be her walking into the public change rooms which were sure to be packed with other women, covered in 7 loads of cum. Ah, life was good.



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At the end of the month my wife gave up her lease on her apartment and moved into Debbie’s place. Now, instead of having the two of them fly down to see me every couple of weekends, I began flying up there for the weekends. While there it gave us a chance to continue exploring our new relationships and discovering just how far I could push each of their boundaries. It also allowed us to begin the house hunting process as my work had recently offered me the transfer I had been requesting.



Throughout this time, Debbie continued to affirm to us that she wanted to live with us as our complete and abject slave. Neither the wife or I had any problem with this as we were all enjoying our new situation immensely. After several weeks of looking the three of us finally settled on a house on a large treed lot in a quiet suburb. 2 weeks after Tina and I took possession of our house, Debbie’s house sale was finalized and she quickly moved her belongings in with ours.



Though we had enough combined furniture for several bedrooms, we found ourselves each evening comfortably sleeping together in the master bedroom with the king size bed. As the months progressed and we settled into our new lives together, we had the opportunity to meet some of our neighbors. Most were much older than ourselves or were focused on raising a multitude of children and didn’t really share our interests. However, we did meet one set of neighbors who were only a couple of years older than we were and did not have any children. Rob was a middle management employee in a textile company and looked like he played football when he was younger. He was still quite broad in the shoulders and stood just over 6 feet tall and looked like he still stayed in shape. Amy was a striking brunette who stood almost 5 feet 10 inches tall and had a slender build with breasts that were likely a B cup in size. Her hair was long and straight, reaching well beyond her shoulder blades.



When we socialized with Rob and Amy, we were careful not to expose our unique relationship to them as we first wanted to get to know what type of people they were before we dropped that kind of bomb on them. After several barbecues together and a few Sunday afternoon football games, we were comfortable enough with them that we finally made plans with Rob and Amy to go to a local nightclub the following Friday.



Once Friday evening had arrived, the ladies began to prepare themselves for the night out on the town. While Debbie was in the shower, I walked over to my wife, who was sitting naked in front of the vanity mirror fixing her makeup, and cupped her breasts in appreciation. Rolling her already hardening nipples between my thumb and forefinger, I slowly increased the pressure upon them until her eyelids fluttered closed and a slight gasp of breath was heard.



“I want you to dress sexily tonight. I want you looking good for the crowd.” Tina had rolled her head back onto my shoulder by this point as she continued to enjoy my ministrations.



She answered with a slight shake of her head and a quiet “mmmhhhmmm.”



“I also want you to dress our little whore up tonight. Make her outfit super slutty.” I suggested.



Looking at me in the mirror, she could see the smile playing across my face and knew that I was planning something. With a smile of her own she quickly replied, “yes Sir.”



Leaving the girls to their own devices I finished dressing and headed downstairs to watch some TV while I waited for them to be ready.



About 20 minutes later, I heard footsteps coming down the stairs and I quickly swiveled in my chair to see their arrival. My wife was the first one down and she was wearing a stunning red dress that was tight in all the right places accentuating her beautiful curves. A very sexy look that was not at all slutty. Moments later Debbie came down the stairs wearing a too-tight leather miniskirt which only came down several inches below her asscheeks and a white sheer blouse that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. In just the right light Debbie’s dark areolas could be clearly seen through her nearly transparent top. Debbie was already several shades of red as she fully realized just how much of herself was going to be on display tonight for anyone who cared to look.



Giving my wife an appreciative smile I remarked, “looking very nice tonight ladies. Are we ready to go?”



When both nodded yes, I grabbed my car keys and led the way to the garage where my vehicle was parked. As much as I wanted to have a little fun before we went out, it was now 8:45pm and we had agreed to meet Rob and Amy at 9pm at the club. Fortunately it was only a 10 minute drive, so we arrived with several minutes to spare.



Despite the club being only about half full upon our arrival, the dance floor was already in full swing with intoxicated groups of people dancing to the loud music. After walking around for several minutes we were able to finally secure a table in the back corner away from some of the crowd and where conversation would be a little easier.



While waiting for our drinks, Rob and Amy arrived and, after spotting us, made their way over to our table. When they were close enough to see us clearly I watched Rob and Amy’s reaction to how Debbie was dressed. Rob’s face immediately lit up in a shit-eating-grin as he took in her beautiful figure, while Amy’s face almost took on a look of disgust.



It was exactly the type of reaction I had been hoping to get. After several weekends spent socializing with them, I was left with the impression that Amy could be a bit too controlling for Rob’s taste, and that she didn’t approve of him looking at other women. A few times I had caught her giving Rob a dirty look when his gaze would linger too long on Tina’s or Debbie’s figure. While Amy was a good looking woman herself and had nothing to be worried about, she certainly didn’t appreciate the attention Debbie was drawing from the men around us and, in particular, her own husband.



As the evening wore on, I ensured there was a steady supply of drinks for all 3 of the women. I wanted to make sure all of their inhibitions would be as low as possible for later tonight. Rob and I danced sporadically throughout the evening, preferring to let the ladies do most of the dancing while we sat and watched the show. Near the end of the night, I pulled Debbie aside, and in her ear asked, “are you having fun tonight my little whore?”

With glassy eyes she looked up at me with a big smile and nodded her head yes.



“Good. When the next song comes on, I want you to grab Rob and drag him to the dance floor with you. You will then dance very sluttishly for him. At the end of the dance you will grab the bottom of your shirt and very quickly flash him your tits. You will then just keep dancing with Tina until I tell you otherwise. Is that clear?” I asked.



A very low “yes Sir” was her response.



When the next song came on, Debbie grabbed Tina’s wrist with one hand and Rob’s with the other and dragged them onto the dance floor. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect. Amy had just gotten up moments before to head to the bar to get some drinks and was unaware of what was happening. When she returned and noticed the table empty save for myself, she raised her eyebrows questioningly at me. I motioned with a nod of my head towards the dance floor. When she turned around to look, her mouth practically fell open in shock. There was Debbie gyrating sluttishly against Rob, grabbing her own breasts and completely oblivious to those around her. The song was just coming to a close then and, remembering my instructions to her, Debbie grabbed the bottom of her blouse and quickly flashed Rob her naked breasts.



This of course did not go unnoticed by Amy. The look of pure malevolence on her face was priceless. If looks could kill, Debbie would have been dead on the dance floor.



Sitting next to Amy I leaned over and asked, “did you just see what Debbie did?” As if I was shocked by her behavior as well. Briefly glancing at me she nodded her head yes before returning to glare at Debbie. Leaning over I continued, “wait here for a second.”



I then got up and walked towards the dance floor until I was able to get Debbie’s attention. With one hand I gestured for her to come to me. Not waiting for Debbie, I then turned around and walked back to the table sitting down next to Amy. Thankfully Rob and Tina stayed out on the dance floor and continued to dance to the next song.



When Debbie was close enough I gestured for her to stand in front of Amy and I. Knowing that something was wrong, Debbie kept her eyes downcast and waited for me to speak.



“It’s obvious that you’ve had too much to drink,” I said condescendingly. “Apparently that means you don’t know how to act appropriately around others,” I continued to scold. Her cheeks began to redden as I continued. “So you think it’s alright to show your breasts to other married men?” I asked, my voice rising in volume. “You like acting like a whore do you?”



The use of the word whore brought Amy’s head around to stare at me for a moment, not believing what she had just heard and not understanding why Debbie wasn’t responding to such a derogatory word. It wasn’t enough to mute Amy’s anger though and she quickly went back to glaring at Debbie.



We were standing in the far corner of the bar and there weren’t any other patrons around us to see what was happening so I pressed on in my most angry and disgusted voice. “You like showing your tits whore? You think its OK? Well then, why don’t you just lift up your shirt again so we can all see them?”



Debbie knew it was not a request and with only the slightest hesitation she grasped the bottom of her blouse and once again lifted it up over her naked breasts and held it there. Her face was a dark shade of red as she stood semi naked in front of our neighbor. Leaning over to a shocked Amy I advised, “I have to tell you, sometimes Debbie acts out inappropriately and needs to be punished. Don’t you whore?”



Still holding her shirt up over her breasts she meekly responded, “yes Sir.”



“Since you have offended Amy, would you like her to punish you for your behavior?”



“Yes Sir.”



“Come closer then,” I ordered. She moved forward until her legs were touching our knees. This was where my carefully laid plan could come crashing down around me. I was hoping that Amy would be both disgusted with Debbie’s submissive behavior and that she had perhaps a bit of a mean streak in her.



With a deep breath, I pushed on. “Amy, I think it would be an appropriate punishment for flashing her tits at your husband if you were to grab her nipples and give them a hard squeeze.”



“What?!” Amy exclaimed.



Before she could continue to protest I pushed on. “You see Amy, this whore doesn’t really want you to know her dark little secret. The truth is this whore gets turned on by being humiliated, used and abused. So much so, that she has given herself to Tina and I to do with as we see fit.”



Stunned silence followed as the wheels began to spin wildly in Amy’s head. “You can do anything you want to her and she won’t protest?”



With a small shake of my head, “anything.”



Turning to Debbie I ordered, “whore, ask this nice lady to punish your nipples for you.”



“P…P…Please Ma’am, will you punish my tits? Please squeeze my nipples hard. Please teach me a lesson for being bad,” she stammered quietly.



Hesitating for a few seconds I could see the gears turning in Amy’s head. Finally reaching some inner decision she tentatively reached up with both hands and grasped Debbie’s nipples between her thumb and forefinger. At first she was barely squeezing them, unsure of how much pressure was too much.



“Oh, much harder than that Amy. This whore craves the abuse. The harder you squeeze them and the more pain you cause, the more turned on this whore becomes. Isn’t that right whore?” I asked.



“Yes Sir.”



At that, Amy began to tighten her grip on Debbie’s nubs watching her face closely for the response. When no protestations came, Amy began squeezing them even harder.



Seeing that she still wasn’t sure about how much Debbie could take and was still hesitating, I urged her on. “Much harder than that Amy. Go as hard as you can. And start twisting and pulling on them as well.”



Seeming to give in to some inner argument, Amy followed my advice and began painfully twisting and pulling on Debbie’s nipples as she increased the pressure even more. Looking at Amy’s face I could see a sneer plastered across it as she looked down at the submissive whore standing in front of her. She was definitely enjoying this.



When at last Debbie cried out in pain, when the pain became too much, Amy reluctantly let go of her nipples and sat back in her chair.



“Alright. You can put your shirt down now whore.” I ordered. Turning again to Amy, “you see? The whore needs to be treated like that. She enjoyed it.” Turning back to Debbie I asked, “did you enjoy that punishment whore?”



With a small nod of her head, “yes Sir.”



“Is your pussy soaking wet from the humiliation and abuse?”



Stammering a reply, “y…y…yes Sir.”



Turning to Amy once again, “go ahead and check Amy if you want. She’s not wearing underwear. I bet you’ll find the juices running down her legs, she’s that turned on.”



With only a slight hesitation now, Amy reached forward and stuck her hand under Debbie’s short miniskirt. After several seconds of poking around, Amy withdrew her hand and stared in amazement at how wet it was. Her hand positively glistened with Debbie’s pussy juice.



Turning to Debbie I dismissed her with a wave. “Go get yourself cleaned up in the bathroom, whore.”



After she had left, I turned to Amy and said, “I really do feel bad about her behavior tonight and I would like to make this up to you. I am enjoying our friendship with you and Rob and do not want to risk losing that.” When she began to say that it wasn’t necessary, I cut her off and continued. “No, it is necessary. It’s a point of honor for me. Please let me do this for you.”



When she finally nodded her head yes, I continued, “as a sign of our friendship I’d like to give Debbie to you for the rest of this evening. We are about to head home now anyways and if you’d like I could send Debbie over once we’re home.”



Slowly coming around to the idea, she nodded her head yes. “And what can we do with her?”



With a grin, I replied, “whatever your heart desires Amy. If you want to tie her down and beat her ass and tits black and blue with a hairbrush, you can. If you’d rather let your husband abuse her throat and ass with his cock, you can. If you want to use her to lick your ass clean after having a shit, you can.” I could see the last statement shocked her. “Basically whatever you can imagine, you can do. The only condition is that there be no permanent marks on her body when you’re done. Anything else goes. Like I said before, the more you humiliate, use and abuse her, the more turned on she becomes.” After a pause I asked, “still interested?”



With no hesitation this time, she quickly responded, “hell yeah!”



With a grin, I motioned for Tina and Rob to join us as we all gathered up our belongings and headed for the door. Nothing more was said about the arrangement as we headed to our individual cars. With last goodbyes, Rob and Amy piled into their car and left for home. Turning to the girls, I noted that both Tina and Debbie were pretty drunk as they attempted to climb into the backseat of the car for our ride home.



As I pulled out of the parking lot, I looked in my rear view mirror, and order Tina, “slut, get that whore out of her clothes. Leave nothing on her but her shoes.” Tina quickly complied, stripping Debbie of all her clothes until she sat completely naked in the backseat of the car. “Now slut, lift that dress up until its around your waist. Once she was naked from the waist down I continued with my instructions. “Put your back to the door slut and get your knees up and apart.” In this position she would be facing Debbie with her pussy spread wide open. “Now whore, get up on the seat on your hands and knees facing the slut’s cunt.” I again waited until she was in position before continuing. “Now head down and lick that slut’s cunt and ass. Make sure you keep your ass nice and high in the air while you eat that cunt.” In Debbie’s position, her ass was spread wide open and was almost pressed up against the passenger side window. Anyone driving by now would be afforded a beautiful view of Debbie’s nicely shaved pussy and puckered asshole.



I made sure to take the long way home, stopping at as many traffic lights as I could so that I could maximize Debbie’s humiliation. Each time a vehicle pulled up beside us, I would let Debbie know what was happening in the other car. “Oh look whore, here comes another car. And this one is filled with some teenagers. The boys are liking what they see.” And at that moment shouts and hollering could be heard coming from the car beside us. “Oh, and in the backseat are a couple of teenage girls. They’re pointing at your ass and laughing. It’s obvious they know what a dirty little whore you are.” By now the girls were also getting in on the hollering and were yelling things like ‘skank’ and ‘whore’ out the window.



As we pulled away, I joked, “maybe I should pull over and throw you out of the car. Let the kids have you. I’m sure they could think up some interesting things to do with you.” My words were having a tremendous impact on both Tina and Debbie. Both of them were panting like dogs in heat and Tina was working toward her second orgasm.



When we finally arrived home, I pulled into the driveway and stopped when I reached the garage door. Looking back I ordered, “whore, get out of the car and open the garage door.” A frightened look flitted across Debbie’s face as she realized that she was being ordered to get out of the car completely naked and stand beside the garage door while it slowly opened. If anyone were to look out their windows or happen to be walking by, they would be given an unobstructed view of Debbie in all of her naked splendor. She knew I had the remote garage door opener in the glove box, but was instead choosing to have her do it to increase her humiliation.



Hesitantly opening the door, she nervously glanced around before stepping out and hurrying over to the garage door keypad. She continued to search for prying eyes as she silently begged the garage door to open quicker. When it was finally high enough, I pulled the vehicle in and pressed the close button on the remote. Seeing the garage door start its descent, Debbie quickly stepped over the threshold, and with an audible sigh, allowed herself to relax now that she was finally away from any prying eyes.



As we stepped into the house, I turned to Tina and ordered, “slut, go get the wrist and ankle cuffs and bring them back here please.” Once she had scurried off to the bedroom to fetch the cuffs, I turned to Debbie and ordered, “put your collar on whore and then get dressed again.” I could see the look of confusion on her face as she fastened her collar in place. She knew that she was supposed to remain naked while in the house and had assumed that I was going to have some fun with her and Tina before heading to bed. If only she knew what fun I had planned for her!



When Tina returned with the cuffs, she was surprised to see Debbie standing there fully clothed. She had probably expected to find her on her knees with my cock buried in her throat, or bent over getting fucked in the ass. Instead I directed Tina, “put the cuffs on the whore, and then get undressed and get your collar on.”



When Tina was finished, I turned to Debbie and said, “whore, as payment for the offense you caused Amy, I have agreed to give you to her and Rob for the remainder of the evening.” Her eyes grew wide upon hearing that. “You will obey them as you would any order given by myself or Tina.” With menace in my voice I added, “if I find out you hesitated or did not do as you were told, then rest assured that your punishment will be harsh and extreme. Do not disappoint me here, understand?”



With a nervous nod of her head, Debbie replied, “yes Sir.”



“They should be home by now so you’d best get going.” At that, Debbie turned about and headed for the front door.



Later that evening when she returned, I ordered Debbie to tell me everything in detail about what had happened and this is what I was told occurred.



Once Debbie was outside, she once again glanced about nervously, hoping no one was out for a late night walk. Though she was now dressed, her collar and wrist and ankle cuffs were very conspicuous and certainly left little to the imagination as to their purpose. To her relief, Debbie managed to make to it to Rob and Amy’s front door without notice. Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, Debbie tried to calm her rising nervousness. Reaching up, she tentatively knocked on their door. A few seconds later, the door opened and she was greeted by a grinning Amy.



With a sneer, Amy said, “well look at what we have here. If it isn’t the big slut who likes to flash her titties at my husband. I was starting to worry that you weren’t coming. And I see you came dressed for the occasion.” Noticing the pendant on the collar, Amy reached up and flipped it over so that she could read the inscription on it. With another sneer, “oh, isn’t that sweet. You even have your name on it. Whore. I like that. Is that what we should call you tonight?” she asked.



Eyes downcast, Debbie mumbled a quick, “yes Ma’am”.



“Well then, please come in whore,” Amy replied as she stepped aside to let Debbie in. “Rob doesn’t know about our little arrangement here, and since it’s his birthday this week, I thought we’d surprise him.” Turning about, Amy began walking down the hallway towards her bedroom, leaving Debbie to scurry after her filled with uncertainty and with butterflies roiling in her stomach.



“Honey, I have an early birthday present for you,” Amy called out as she entered the bedroom. With a flourish she gestured towards the doorway as Debbie hesitantly stepped into the room.



A shocked look spread across Rob’s face as he noticed who was standing in the doorway and what she was wearing. “Hon? What’s going on? Why is Debbie here and why is she dressed like that?”



Looking at her husband she replied with a mischievous smile, “honey, I want you trust me OK? Just go with it and I promise you won’t be disappointed.” Seeing him reluctantly nod his head yes, Amy continued. “It’s your birthday this week and I wanted to give you something special this year. And so my gift to you is her,” pointing to Debbie. Reaching up and grabbing the tag on Debbie’s collar, she continued, “it says her name is ‘whore’ and I have it on good authority that she wants to be treated like one.”



“What?” was Rob’s shocked response.



“Tell my husband what you are,” Amy commanded.



Eyes fixed on the floor Debbie meekly replied, “I’m a whore Sir.”



Before Rob could protest further, Amy pushed on. “You know how you’re always asking me to do things in bed that I’m not comfortable with like sucking on your cock or having anal sex? Well, with her you’ll be able to do those things. In fact, you’ll be able to do anything you want with her.”



“What do you mean?” Rob asked.



“Well, you see, Debbie was so full of remorse for flirting with you tonight at the bar and flashing her tits at you, that she has willingly given herself to us as compensation for her wrongdoing. In fact, she even confided in me that she serves Carl and Tina in much the same way.”



“She serves them?” he asked.



“Yep. In fact I think she said she was their ‘fuck toy’. Isn’t that right whore?”



“Yes Ma’am,” was her mumbled response.



“So, this means we can do whatever we want with her.” Pausing for effect, she then asked, “are you OK with this honey?”



“Well, I guess if you are, then I’m all right with it as well,” was Rob’s response.



“So, on that note,” she turned towards Debbie, “since you so enjoyed showing Rob your tits earlier this evening, why don’t you take off your shirt so he can see them in a better light?”



With shaking hands, Debbie reached up and undid the buttons on the front of her blouse before allowing it to slide from her shoulders and to the floor. Fighting the urge to cover herself, she kept her arms at her side while she allowed Rob and Tina to look at her naked breasts.



“And now the skirt whore,” Amy ordered. The manner in which she was speaking to Debbie was not lost on Rob, nor was Debbie’s willingness to follow orders. As Debbie rolled the skirt down her hips and let it drop onto the floor with her blouse, Rob was pleased to see that she wasn’t wearing any underwear at all. A smile spread across his face as he noticed her nicely shaven pussy.



Seeing his smile Amy asked, “you like what you see? You like that the dirty little whore here never wears underwear and that she likes to shave her pussy, hmm? I bet we’re going to find that she likes a whole lot of things by the time we’re done with her,” she proclaimed. “Just think. This whore was out there dancing in that crowded little nightclub tonight without a bra or panties on.”



“Don’t just stand there whore, turn around slowly so that my husband can see the rest of you,” Amy said disgustedly. As Debbie slowly turned around revealing her shapely, yet firm ass to Rob, his smile broadened, as his mind began to turn over the possibilities. While his wife had always been great in bed, she was a bit of a prude when it came to trying new things. She never wanted to try oral or anal sex, protesting each time that he asked that it was disgusting or would hurt too much.



While Debbie continued to turn around, Amy opened her nightstand and grabbed the digital camera. “I think we should get some pictures for posterity sake.” And then she began to take photos of Debbie’s naked body, save for the collar, cuffs and heels, ensuring that she captured Debbie’s humiliated expression. “Now stop there,” she ordered when Debbie had her back to them. “Now bend over and put your elbows on your knees. Spread your feet apart. Wider. More.” She didn’t stop until Debbie’s feet were spread as far apart as she could go and still maintain her balance. In this position her pussy and ass were spread wide open, leaving nothing to the imagination. Taking more photos she continued, “Now look back at us over your shoulder whore, so we can see in the pictures whose ass and pussy they belong to.” And when she did, she snapped a few more photos capturing her further reddening cheeks.

Rob remained silent throughout this, content to let his wife control the situation. He absently began to stroke his already hard cock through his jeans.



“Alright, that’s enough. Stand up and turn around to face us,” Amy ordered. “Since you are so fond of showing everyone your tits, I think it’s only appropriate we start with those, don’t you?” she asked Debbie. Walking over to her dresser, Amy grabbed her wooden hairbrush and walked back over to stand in front of Debbie. “Hands behind your back. Now ask me to punish your tits,” Amy ordered.



“P..please punish my tits Ma’am,” she meekly replied with her hands clasped behind her back.



“well, alright. If you insist.” And with that she brought the brush down hard against Debbie’s left breast with a resounding SMACK. Debbie cried out in pain, but did not move from her position. Amy watched with pleasure as the area began to redden quickly and took the shape of the brush. Taking aim she did the same to the other breast. SMACK. Another cry of pain from Debbie.



Looking over at her husband she was pleased to see that he was completely engrossed in watching his neighbor’s breasts turn a dark red from the his wife’s sadistic punishment. So much so, that he was openly rubbing his erection through his jeans and never even noticed his wife watching him. Turning back to Debbie, Amy began bringing the brush down in a steady staccato on each breast, reveling in the power she had over this other woman. Each smack elicited a cry of pain from Debbie but, to her credit, she never pulled away or even attempted to cover herself up.



When the tops of Debbie’s breasts were a dark mottled red, Amy grabbed the nipple of Debbie’s right breast and, pinching hard, lifted up on it to expose the sensitive underside. Taking aim, she began swinging the brush in an upward stroke to ensure she covered every inch of Debbie’s breast with angry red welts.



When Amy finally finished punishing Debbie’s breasts, she stepped back to admire her handiwork. Debbie was breathing hard and her face was flushed red from the exertion. Her breasts though were a beautiful shade of red and purple with nipples as hard as rock. Looking down, Amy was pleased to see small rivulets of pussy juice on the insides of Debbie’s thighs.



“Well look at this honey. Despite the painful punishment she has just endured, her pussy is soaking wet. You can see it running down her legs,” Amy laughed. “Open your legs whore, so my husband can see.” With her arms still clasped behind her back, Debbie shuffled her feet apart so Rob could get a better look at her wet pussy. Grabbing her camera, Amy took several more photos to add to her growing collection.



“So before we go any further, I think it’s only fair that we let Rob in on your dirty little secret. Don’t you?” she asked Debbie. “Go ahead and tell him what you told me at the bar.” When Debbie looked at Amy with a confused expression she expanded, “you know. When you told me what turns you on.”



Reddening further with understanding Debbie mumbled, “I get turned on by being humiliated, used and abused.”



“I’m sorry. I don’t think Rob was able to hear you.”



A little louder this time. “I get turned on by being humiliated, used and abused.” Her blush had spread now to the tops of her shoulders.



“Hmm… So you found being made to strip in front of us pretty humiliating?” she asked.



“Yes Ma’am.”



“And though having me paddle the shit out of your tits hurt like hell, you’re turned on by the abuse?”



Unable to make eye contact Debbie mumbled again, “yes Ma’am.”



“Well honey. What say you? Are you ready to explore this situation a little more?” Amy asked her husband, knowing full well what his response was going to be.



“Hell yeah!”



“Well alright then. Let’s get this whore settled in for the next round.” Grabbing hold of Debbie’s left nipple, Amy then dragged her over to the foot of the bed. Amy’s bed was a large king size four poster bed whose footboard consisted of two brass poles connecting the bottom two bed posts. The bottom pole was approximately waist height for Debbie while the upper pole was roughly a foot and half above the bottom one. Pulling down on the nipple, Amy forced Debbie between the two brass poles until she found herself standing at the foot of the bed, bent over at the waist, and jammed between the two brass poles of the footboard.



“Stay,” Amy ordered. She then walked into the bathroom and came out several seconds later with a spool of string and a pair of scissors. Measuring off and then cutting several lengths of the string, Amy stooped down and, grabbing hold of Debbie’s left ankle cuff, dragged it over towards the bed post. Once she was satisfied with its positioning, she tied the string to the loop on the cuff and then tied it off to the bed post. Walking over to the other corner, Amy did the same with Debbie’s right foot. Stepping back she studied her handiwork and liked how her splayed legs opened up Debbie’s ass and pussy.



Climbing up onto the bed, Amy grabbed hold of Debbie’s wrists and, bringing them behind her back, fastened them together and then pulled up on them until they could be fastened to the ring on the back of her collar. With Debbie’s hands and feet now secured, Amy set about her final task in preparing Debbie for what was to come. Measuring and cutting another length of string, Amy climbed back up on the bed and began to gather Debbie’s hair up into a ponytail at the back of her head. Taking the string she tied one end around the newly made ponytail and brought the other end to the upper rail of the footboard. Pulling hard on the string, she forced Debbie’s head back until her upper body was suspended above the mattress with her bruised breasts swinging freely below her. It was an awkward and painful position which forced Debbie to hold her upper body off the mattress or the full weight of it would begin pulling at the hair at the back of her head.



Grinning at her handiwork Amy grabbed the camera and snapped a few more photos of Debbie in her new humiliating position. Amy couldn’t believe how good it felt to dominate another woman. And judging by the shit-eating grin on her husband’s face, he wasn’t minding either.



“Honey, why don’t you get out of your clothes,” Amy asked. As Rob began to quickly undress, Amy did as well until they were both naked. “Now honey, you know how you’re always asking me to suck your cock? Well, here’s your chance. This whore here loves to suck cock. And I bet she also loves swallowing cum too, don’t you, you dirty little whore?” As she said this Amy reached down and grabbed one of Debbie’s nipples and gave it a hard pinch and twist.



“Ahhh….yes Ma’am,” was the gargled reply.



Gesturing to the space in front of Debbie’s head Amy directed “climb up on the bed and let’s put this whore through her paces.”



Rob climbed up on the bed and found that when he was kneeling in front of Debbie, her mouth was at the perfect height for his penis. He could see her beginning to shake from the exertion of holding her upper body up off the bed in an attempt to relieve the pressure on her hair. Taking his hard on in hand he guided it into her open mouth and began thrusting into it in short hard strokes. Reaching under with both hands he grabbed each of Debbie’s nipples and began to roll and twist them between his thumb and forefinger.



Watching her husband fucking Debbie’s mouth was turning her on immensely and she began to egg him on further. “Come on Hon. Fuck that mouth. Force your cock down her throat. You know this whore likes it rough, so you know she wants you to choke her with your cock.”



Needing no further encouragement, Rob began to force more and more of his cock into her mouth until he felt his cock bumping against the back of her throat. His thrusts were also becoming harder which forced Debbie to arch her back even more to absorb the force of each thrust. But each time he pulled back, the weight of her body would pull her forward once again pulling painfully upon her hair. It was like a see-saw of pain for Debbie where there was no relief no matter what direction Rob was thrusting.



Relaxing her throat as she’d been taught, she allowed Rob’s cock to slip past the barrier and enter her throat. The gagging began almost immediately and was made all the harder by the awkward and painful position she was in. Amy grabbed the camera and began taking photos of Debbie’s face as she gagged and coughed around the cock invading her throat. “That’s it Hon. Get that cock in the whore’s throat. See if you can bury it. That’s it. Get her lips right up to your pubic hair.” When he had the entire length buried in her throat Amy asked, “now hold it there. ” Debbie was trying to gag and breathe around the monster lodged in her throat with little success. “Look up at the camera whore. I want a good shot to show my friends what a deep-throating whore you are.”



After taking a few more humiliating photos of Debbie before allowing her husband to withdraw his cock and let her breathe again, she set the camera down, grabbed the discarded hairbrush and walked around the bed until she was standing behind Debbie. Amy could see that Debbie’s pussy was even wetter than it had been after the breasts punishment. She was amazed at how much the whore was getting off on the humiliation and abuse and how much it also excited herself dominating and punishing another woman.



Grinning to her husband who was in seventh heaven fucking Debbie’s throat, she raised the hairbrush and brought it down hard upon Debbie’s right asscheek.



SMACK.



Debbie’s eyes went wide and she let out what would have been a blood curdling scream if it hadn’t been for the cock lodged in her throat. Her muffled scream sent shockwaves of pleasure through Rob’s cock and he almost lost control right then and there.



“Oh my God Hon. That was fucking amazing. The sensation on my cock when she screams is unbelievable. Do it again,” he quickly asked.



“My pleasure,” was her response as she began beating a steady rhythm on both asscheeks with the hairbrush. It became a pleasurable game for Rob as he began trying different positions with his cock to see which gave him the greatest sensations. He tried putting just the tip of his cock in her mouth when the next blow landed to see what effect it would have. While her scream was certainly louder the shockwaves were greatly reduced. He began to bury more and more of his length into her mouth noting that the deeper he got, the more amazing it would feel. When he expressed this sentiment to his wife, she quickly replied, “well then let’s see what we can do to make this even better for you.”



By this point, Debbie’s ass and upper thighs were a deep shade of red with hints of blue and purple. Amy was enjoying how it looked. She also noticed that Debbie was breathing harder and her pussy was pouring juices which had thoroughly soaked the insides of her thighs. While she continued her staccato of blows on Debbie’s ass, Amy had an idea and instructed her husband, “bury your cock in her throat and hold it. I think you’re going to like this.” When he had done as instructed and the gagging commenced once more, Amy took careful aim and with an upward stroke brought the brush up hard against Debbie’s soaking pussy several times in rapid succession.



Debbie’s body went wild after that. She screamed and screamed around the cock lodged in her throat as a powerful orgasm rocked her body causing her to thrash about in pain/pleasure. Her screams were enough to push Rob over the edge as well and he kept his cock buried in her throat as he let loose torrent after torrent of cum directly into her stomach. With a final shudder, he finally released his hold on her head and withdrew his still erect cock from her mouth. With deep gasping breaths Debbie attempted to regain some of her composure.



“Man, this whore is really something else isn’t she?” Amy exclaimed to her husband. “With nothing but pain stimulus, she is still able to have an orgasm.” Rob had sat back on the bed and was attempting to catch his breath in the aftermath of his own orgasm. “I want you to stay hard Hon, because I have one more thing I want you to do,” Amy asked.



When he looked up at her with surprise she said ,”I want you to fuck this whore in the ass. Would you like to do that?”



Without any hesitation, he quickly replied, “hell yes!”



“It’s time for some pleasure for me too.” After putting the hairbrush down Amy grabbed the camera and took several more photos of Debbie’s reddened ass and pussy before moving back up onto the bed. Reaching up she untied the string from the footboard allowing Debbie’s head to finally fall forward and to rest her weight on the bed, though she still had to maintain the awkward position of her wrists attached to the back of her neck.



Opening her legs she scooted forward until her pussy was inches away from Debbie’s head. “Eat my pussy whore,” she ordered. When Debbie had begun tonguing Amy’s pussy, she directed Rob to, “now grease up that cock with her pussy juices and then shove it up her ass. And don’t be gentle about it either. You know this whore wants it rough.”



Needing no further encouragement, he drove his cock balls deep into her pussy, and after several hard strokes, pulled out and placed the tip against her puckered asshole. With a look of pure joy on his face, Rob began to work the tip of his cock into Debbie’s ass. With a grimace on her face Debbie tried to focus on pleasuring the pussy in front of her, but Rob’s cock was so big and he was pushing so hard, that she was having difficulty staying on task.



SLAP



A hard slap to her face brought her back in focus, as she quickly renewed her efforts on Amy’s pussy. By this point, Rob had worked half of his length into Debbie’s ass and was grunting with the exertion required to get the rest of it in. Seeing this Amy directed, “grab the hairbrush hon. Use it on her ass to encourage her to open her asshole up for you.”



Rob grabbed the discarded brush and began smacking Debbie’s ass each time he thrust in. With this new encouragement to her already bruised and sore ass, Rob finally managed to bury the entire length of his cock into Debbie’s tight asshole. Taking a moment to savor the feeling of having his cock buried in another woman’s ass, Rob stopped beating Debbie’s ass and stood motionless for several seconds, with a look of pure bliss on his face. He had fantasized about this moment for so many years, and had actually given up hope of ever knowing what it would feel like, since his wife had repeatedly refused his requests over the years. But now, he had not only cum in another woman’s mouth but was fucking one in the ass too. It was the best birthday gift he could have ever received.



Looking up at her husband and seeing the dreamy far-off expression on his face, Amy knew she had made the right decision in accepting Carl’s gift of Debbie. She had no idea what the future would hold with that couple, but she certainly hoped it would include the continued sharing of Debbie. When her husband finally refocused on his surroundings, he noticed with a start his wife staring at him intently. With a grin he mouthed the words ‘thank you’, to which Amy mouthed back ‘I love you’.



“Now honey, I want you to fuck that ass as hard as you can. I want you to fuck it so hard, that this stupid whore won’t be able to sit down for a week. Teach her what a dirty little slut she is,” she directed.



Needing no further encouragement from her, Rob dropped the hairbrush and, grabbing Debbie’s hips, began pounding Debbie’s asshole with everything he had. Each stroke he withdrew as far as he could before hammering it home until his nutsack smacked against Debbie’s abused pussy and his cock was completely buried to the hilt. His thrusts were so powerful that the entire bed shook each time he hit home and the headboard began smacking against the wall. Debbie was mewling and crying out with pain as Rob began to increase the tempo of his thrusts. He was concentrating and working so hard that a sheen of sweat began to coat his hard body.



The sounds and sensations were beginning to have a strong impact on Amy. She had never had her pussy eaten by another woman and had certainly never been in the situation she found herself in now. Sensing her husband was building towards his second orgasm of the night, Amy refocused on Debbie and began to encourage her further. “That’s it whore. Take that big cock up your ass. You know that’s your purpose in life. You were put on this earth to serve others and to have as many cocks rammed down your throat and up your ass as possible.” Pulling her knees up to her chest Amy ordered, “now tongue my ass. Work your tongue into my asshole and fuck it. Oh God, that’s it whore. Lick my cunt and ass.” Despite her cries of pain, Debbie’s breathing had become labored and it was soon evident that she was going to have another orgasm from her rough treatment. “You see that honey? The whore likes the pain so much, that she’s going to have another orgasm,” Amy remarked. This just seemed to drive her husband even wilder and his pounding thrusts quickened until his hips were practically a blur. Debbie’s tongue was also having the desired effect on Amy and she found herself rapidly approaching an orgasm. “Don’t cum in her ass hon,” Amy directed to her husband before it was too late. “I want you to shoot your load all over this whore’s face. I think that would be a nice parting gift for this dirty slut.” With a roar, Rob picked the pace up even more. Sweat was now pouring down all over his body, as his muscles strained from the exertion.



These last words seemed to also have an effect on Debbie because with a strangled cry she began to buck and writhe on the bed as another powerful orgasm ripped through her battered and bruised body. Grabbing a handful of hair, Amy drove her pussy hard into Debbie’s face and let loose with her own orgasm covering Debbie’s face with her own cum and pussy juices.



Seeing and hearing the two women in front of him having orgasms was all Rob needed to push him over the edge as well. With another roar, Rob grabbed his cock and rushing around to the other side of the footboard, scrambled up onto the bed and, grabbing a handful of Debbie’s hair, roughly turned it until she was facing his throbbing erection. He then let loose the largest and most powerful orgasm of his life. Spurt after spurt of sticky white cum began to shoot out of his cock and cover every single inch of Debbie’s flushed face. When he had completely covered the whore’s face with cum, he began shooting streams of cum into her hair as well. After what seemed to him like hours of cumming, Rob finally shot the last load into Debbie’s hair before releasing his hold on her head and sitting back on the bed in exhaustion.



Grabbing the camera, Amy took multiple photos of Debbie’s cum covered face before climbing off the bed and walking behind Debbie to photograph her stretched and abused asshole. All in all, she felt she had a pretty good collection of photos for her and husband to remember this evening by. Bending down, she untied Debbie’s ankles from the posts of the footboard, and then instructed, “get up whore. I don’t want your filthiness dirtying my bed.”



With her arms still fastened to the back of her neck, Debbie found it extremely difficult to pull herself out from between the rails of the footboard. When she had finally managed to extricate herself and turned toward her tormentor, Amy reached up and grabbed Debbie’s nipple between thumb and forefinger and began leading her through the house towards the front door. When they stood before the front door, Amy released her hold on Debbie’s nipple, opened the door and instructed, “go home whore. Show your owners what a dirty little slut you’ve been.” With a shocked look on her face, Debbie realized that Amy wanted her to run home when she was completely naked. And not only was she naked and completely covered in cum, but her hands were still fastened behind her head causing her breasts to jut out obscenely. Seeing that Amy was not going to relent she reluctantly turned toward the open door and stepped across the threshold into the cool evening. Debbie knew it was late and was probably approaching dawn, but couldn’t be absolutely sure as she hadn’t thought to check a clock as she was being led around the house by her tender nipples.

He came to me in the night. It was always in the night. In the daylight we both pretended that there was no nightly visitation. But he was highly sexed, and since my mom died, he came to me often at night. He waited until I’d turned eighteen, but after that, he came for me.



“Dad . . .” I murmured, still only half awake.



“Shush. Take this.”



I was on my back and he was straddling my chest with his knees and leaning over me, holding my arms out and above my head with strong fists encasing my wrists. I felt the tip of his erect cock at my lips and I opened to him, and we both moaned quietly in the dark as he stroked his cock in and out of my mouth, hardening it and arousing him further—and slicking up his tool for what he’d do later.



When he was sufficiently aroused, he moved his knees and lips down my chest and belly and swallowed my balls as his hand went to my cock. His hand went to join the other to cup and raise and separate my butt cheeks as his mouth went to my entrance. His hand on my cock was replaced by one of my own, and I lay there, looking dumbly toward the window, watching the wind sway the branches of the willow tree, and stroking myself. For a moment I had the sensation of someone being there, watching us, but I had shut my systems down. I didn’t care and my senses weren’t on alert. I was trying to transport myself to someplace else altogether.



He pulled my sleeping shorts—all that I was wearing—off my legs.



“Turn on your belly.” The voice was low, raspy, needy.



“Dad . . .” I murmured again. It was all I could manage, and I knew it had no effect.



“Turn on your belly, son.”



With a sigh of resignation, I did as he commanded. I always did as he commanded, whether day or night.



A heavily muscled arm went under my lower belly and lifted me to my knees, while a palm between my shoulder blades pushed my chest down on the cool sheet. He was crouched over me from behind, his thighs encasing mine. I felt the stretch and filling of the entry. But no pain. There hadn’t been pain, really, for months. My channel was fit to his cock now. He just slid up into me as I gasped slightly and groaned the almost nightly possession by him.



One of his fists went to the wrist of my left arm and pinned it to the bed above my head. He let me have the use of my right hand—he’d done so for nearly two months now—and I moved it to my cock and began stroking it again to the rhythm of his fucking cock.



He moved his other hand between gripping my waist and pinching my nipple and turning my head toward his face when he brought it down to my head. When he did that, we kissed, deeply, his tongue invading and searching my mouth cavity. This was something else that had only entered the ritual in the last month or so.



My lips freed, I once more turned my head and gazed at the window—and once more had the sensation of someone or something pulling away from it out there as I turned my head. Then I closed my eyes and concentrated again on not being there.



The nature of pretending I wasn’t really involved in what was happening to me in the night had changed in the last month or too also—and it scared me. In the initial months, I had zoned out to deny it was happening. Now I was zoning out because I was beginning to need it—to look forward to it each night.



Of course he really wasn’t my dad—not my biological dad—and nothing that he was doing was something I could report him for, something I could stop, short of fighting him, which, considering our differing sizes and physical power, was a comical notion. And leaving was something I couldn’t do, at least not yet.



My real dad had died when I was eleven, and Tyler had been with us for six years now, arriving a little more than a year after Mom was widowed. I say us, but he really was only with “us” for a bit more than five years. My mom died six months ago. She had been sick for some time before she died, and I think she understood Tyler’s interest in me before she went. But by then she was too far gone to do anything about it. She seemed to be hanging on mostly to be there until I got old enough to leave the house and go on my own.



My real dad’s death and her own quick decline there at the end had bollixed up that idea, though. I’d worshipped my real dad, and his death had been a real blow to me. I just shut my life down for nearly a full year though—and that included school work. So, I was set back a grade. And, so, when mom died, I was no more than a week past eighteen, but I had a year and a half more to go in high school. And what were almost Mom’s last words to me stuck.



“Stick it out until you graduate high school, Chris,” she’d said. “Promise me you’ll get your high school. Then go in the service for a while or something. Get away from this. But promise me you’ll get your high school in first. A man can’t do much of anything without that diploma.”



And so, I promised.



And the way it worked out with Tyler wasn’t wham bang, either. It was gradual. He worked me. He seduced me. And he was smart. He waited until I was eighteen. And when he finally had me, there I was, an adult, and not able even to claim rape. And the longer I stayed, the less anyone would care what I let happen to me. They would have asked, “Why didn’t you just walk?”



Well, I didn’t walk, because I promised my mom I’d get in that last year and half of school, and I didn’t have any other good options. I had no living family left, and I had no means really to live out on my own. I didn’t mind the idea of signing up for the military—I was leaning toward the Navy—but it stuck in my mind that one thing my mom had asked me to promise to do was to get that high school diploma before leaving.



And, as I’ve said. Tyler was clever. And he took it slow so that by the time I really was over the edge, it was done.



It had started the day after I turned eighteen. Mom was in the other room, dying. She’d been to the hospital and was back, under Hospice care, to die at home. I was keyed up and confused and into self-denial and wanting to make it all go away—transport myself to some fantasy land—and because I was a teenager with raging hormones, that meant a flashlight and dirty magazine and beating myself off in the middle of the night.



Which was all fine, but Tyler found me that night, right after my eighteenth birthday. I was terrified and paralyzed in place when he found me. But he came into the room and was calm and sat down on the side of the bed and told me all sorts of mumbo-jumbo over how it was normal and understandable under the circumstances. And while he was talking and holding my attention, he had his hand on my cock. When I noticed and flinched and began to object, he shushed me, reminding me that Mom was just in the other bedroom and that, although what I was doing was normal and understandable, it wasn’t something we wanted to worry her about.



“So, just lay back, and I’ll take care of it.”



And so I did. And he did. And I was surprised at how much different and better it felt when someone else did it.



Three days later, the night before Mom died, Tyler was back and sweet talked me into letting him take care of my fears and tensions again. And this time he ran his other hand over my body as he was slowly jacking my cock off.



When we came home from Mom’s funeral, I was a basket case, and Tyler sent me to my room and told me to try to get some sleep. But I couldn’t and I couldn’t stop crying. And Tyler came into my room and sat on the bed and hugged me close and soothed me with his calm, soft voice—which was really something coming from such a big, muscular man—and with his hands patting and stroking me here and there. He had my cock out of the fly of my sleeping shorts before I knew it. And I was in such a state that I didn’t care—in fact it was comforting. And this time he didn’t relieve me with his hand. He did it with his mouth.



Mom was dead now and there was only Tyler. And he’d already given me a blow job. And I was already eighteen and had promised my mom I’d stick it out through high school. And not only wasn’t I thinking too straight, but I was a teen with raging hormones and Tyler was giving me release and pleasure that, though I knew it was evil and not right, was overwhelmingly hard to resist.



Everything was fine during the day. Tyler was a coping single-parent dad by day. Fitting in getting me to school and being there during my ball games and other activities while still holding down his job. I took up more of the cleaning and cooking duties, but Tyler was hanging in there on those as well. And we said nothing during the day of what was happening at night. The dark covered all of our sins.



But he was coming to me more often at night now. And he cajoled me into taking head, and one night he introduced a dildo into the ritual as he was sucking my cock. The first time I just thought it was his thumb, which he had started strumming rim of my hole with while sucking me, but it wasn’t—it was a dildo. And the second time I knew it wasn’t a thumb—and that it hadn’t stayed at the entrance. By the time he fucked me with his cock, he had me asking for it. And I was over eighteen, and with nowhere else to go.



And now it was four months later.



Tyler had just been to visit me the night before. But he was here, at the door, tonight, as well. I’d heard it. He’d had a video on out in the living room. A male porn film. He was standing at the door, breathing heavily and giving me a scary stare. He was stark naked and had a raging hard on. I was sitting on the floor, on the thick cushion I’d taken off the overstuffed chair in my room; my back to the bed; earphones in, with the music set to something I liked to listen to before I went to bed; and doing my last-minute homework. I already was in my sleeping shorts.



Tyler was on me like a flash, grabbing my wrists with his hands and pushing my arms back on the bed. His cock was assaulting my mouth, pushing my head back on the bed as well. And I was gagging and gasping as he face-fucked me.



Then he pulled me up on my feet and kicked the cushion out into the middle of room as he was stripping off my sleeping shorts. He pushed me down on my shoulder blades on the cushion and grabbed my hips in his hands, and pulled my pelvis up into his crotch and my hole onto his cock, and started fucking down into me with long, deep strokes, thrusting down with his cock, while he pulled my pelvis up into him. Pushing me down as he moved his hips back and then pulling me in again as he thrust forward.



He was fucking me with a fury as he’d never done before, and I hooked my legs on top of the flare of his butt and hung on for dear life, my soothing “go-to-bed” music still playing in my ear from the earphones.



Above the sound of the music, I could hear the sound of the sex. Grunting and groaning and moaning in harmony, but above that, a plaintive cry of “Oh, shit, oh yes, oh gawd yessss, Fuck ME!”



I was shocked—and scared—at the realization that it was my voice.



* * * *



By this time, Tyler wasn’t the only one fucking me. By now, I knew what was done was done—and that I didn’t mind it when I wasn’t thinking real hard—and was thinking why should I give it away just to Tyler for free. I was scraping together whatever money I could to help my escape from here, which was coming within a year. I kept the money in an old can out in the rafters of the storage shed in the back yard.



I figured I knew where I would make some money off this. And I was right.



For years, Mr. Collins, a bachelor living in a house twice as large and tidy as ours just down the street from us, had been giving me the eye and trying to make friends with me when I walked past his house. I wasn’t so dumb that I didn’t know what his interest was—and there were whisperings going around the neighborhood and at school that bore this out.



All it took to get him to come out of the house was for me to stand out on the front walk by his white picket fence one day and look around like I had nothing better to do than stand there. Sure enough, it wasn’t long before he sauntered out, acting like he had a reason to be on the move and “accidentally” noticing I was there and coming to the fence to greet me.



“Hi there, Chris,” he called out in a chipper voice. “Great day, isn’t it?”



“Yeah, yeah, it is,” I answered. “Might rain tonight, though. The rains will be heavy this summer, they say.”



Mr. Collins was trembling like a Chihuahua on speed at this string of words from me. It was more in total that I’d ever said to him in all the years he’d been living in the neighborhood. He literally wagged his tail as he came out to the fence, obviously thrilled that I was still standing there.



“Yes, it’s good for the flowers, though.”



“Nice flowers,” I said. “And you got a gardener to take real good care of them, I see.” I was searching for words. The gardener was kneeling at the rose bed that lined the front porch of the house. He was facing away from us, an Hispanic, I guessed, maybe in his thirties. An outdoor worker. I wondered if he could hear us—and if he could understand English if he could.



“I try to keep the grounds up,” Mr. Collins said, his voice full of pride. “Say, I was real sorry to hear about your mother. I—”



“Thanks. Thanks, Mr. Collins. You’re a nice man for saying that.” I turned my eyes on him and smiled.



He practically melted on the spot with pleasure. He had his hands on top of the fence and they were trembling. I put a hand up there too, trying to make it seem like a natural move, and I could see him shudder as our hands touched each other.



“Nice house too. Real nice house. Big. Bet you have lots of rooms in there. Bet you have some nice things in there.”



“Would you like to see inside sometime?” Mr. Collins asked. His voice sounded so hopeful that I felt kind of sorry for him.



“I’m not doing much of anything now,” I said. I tried to keep my voice low, because I could see that the gardener had turned his head toward us—that maybe he was listening to us.



I thought that Mr. Collins was going to melt down to a puddle on the spot at the prospect of getting me in the house.



The gardener looked up from the rose garden as we passed and gave me a tentative little smile. I wondered if he figured any of this out. But then I didn’t care. He was just a gardener.



“How’s school and the baseball going, Chris?” Mr. Collins asked me as we entered the foyer. I walked right on into the living room, which showed that Mr. Collins made a whole heap more money that my stepdad did. “I’ve always been interested in how the kids of the neighborhood were doing.”



“Yeah, I know you have, Mr. Collins. I’ve seen how you watched me over the years. Well, I’m here now. And I’m over eighteen.”



He turned his head toward where I was standing in the living room, surprised by what I said and by the hard tone I’d taken when I said it. And there I was, standing in the middle of his living room, with my fly open and my dong hanging out and cupped in the palm of my hand. I was kind of proud of my cock, and Mr. Collins seemed pretty impressed too. He went to his knees with a loud moan and began sucking my cock in a way that assured me that, as suspected, I probably wasn’t the first neighborhood boy who had visited this house.



We were naked on his bed with him stretched out behind me and stroking his cock inside me from the rear as I propped my knee up on the bed to give him better access when I told him what the deal was: “$15 for you to suck me; $25 if I suck you. $50 for a fuck; $60 for the whole package.”



He didn’t object and signed up for the next visit to be on my way home from school three days hence. My stepdad didn’t get home from work for nearly three hours after my school finished for the day.



The gardener was in the front garden the next day I visited Mr. Collins, and he turned his head and gave me a little smile again when I reached the stairs to the porch and started climbing. I instinctive smiled back, a little nervous because he was there, and because I couldn’t think of a plausible reason to be approaching Mr. Collins’s house by myself if the gardener asked. But he didn’t ask.



The door was slightly ajar when I got to it, and I heard a faraway voice call out from upstairs. “Come on in. It’s open. I’m upstairs.”



I went in and began to climb the stairs. Half way up I stopped dead in my tracks and let out a “Holy shit.” I began to turn to flee the house, when Mr. Collins said probably the only thing that kept me there.



“$75. I’ll give you $75. And you won’t be doing anything special or different. This is for me. This is to make it more interesting for me.”



I turned back and looked up at him again. He was wearing women’s lingerie. A black lace bra, with matching panties and black mesh stockings and black stiletto heels. He also had on a red-haired wig, and his face was made up like a baby doll, a mean slash of shiny, deep-red lipstick across his mouth. He was talking in a funny, high voice like he was playing some sort of game. And I guessed it was pretty obvious that he was.



“It’s no different for you, honey,” he repeated. “It’s just me. It’s just what I like. $75, OK?”



He didn’t look all that bad as a woman. Younger even. And he wasn’t fat; he had good muscle tone and firm arms and legs. A flat belly and a nipped-in waist.



If I closed my eyes. . . . And it wasn’t like I had to get it up. He said it would be no different. And he had topped me earlier, although for the money, I was willing to try going either way.



I started walking up the stairs again, and as we crossed the hall to the master bedroom, I was impressed on how well he walked in the heels. I guessed he’d done this a lot.



“Please take your clothes off and sit on the side of the bed,” he said.



I watched myself—and him/her in the mirrors as I stripped. That was the thing I’d remembered the most about his bedroom from the other day. The mirrors. He had them everywhere. It had been arousing to me to see myself being fucked no matter how I turned my head. I assumed that the mirrors were there because he found it amusing as well. He wasn’t bad looking for an old guy and was a good cocksman—or so I thought, only having Tyler to compare him with. But I thought Tyler must be good at it as much as he was fucking me—and I knew he and my mom really went at it before she got too sick to enjoy it. And, surprising, Collins was as good at it as Tyler was, although he must be at least ten years older than Tyler.



We didn’t do it just like we had the first time. This time Mr. Collins spent more time in setting it up—and he had an extra fetish thing going with the lipstick. The color was something that rubbed off easily. Collins made a point of paying attention to nearly every inch of my body with his lips, and I could see that the lipstick was rubbing off on my skin. And he got up every once in a while and renewed it, so that it was always leaving fresh lip marks.



I found quickly that the panties had a slit in them in front, so that his cock came out without having to remove the panties. I sucked him and then he sucked me, being careful to leave distinctive lip-shaped red markings on my cock. He followed this up with lip attention to the rest of my body, and then he had me lay on my back on the edge of the bed, and he came between my thighs and fucked me to mutual ejaculations while we watched ourselves and each other in the mirrors. Although I had been worried about being able to get it up, the setting was so exotic and he was such an expert cocksman that I didn’t have any trouble at all. The mirrors helped too.



Afterward, Mr. Collins made me stand in front of a full-length mirror and he took photos of the artwork he’d done on my body with his ruby-red lips before he let me shower and gave me four twenties and told me to keep the change.

I had a pretty busy extracurricular activity schedule at school and on the baseball mound, but I did have Tuesday afternoons free, and Mr. Collins signed up for that time slot. He must have had quite a closet, because he was wearing a different set of lingerie each time—and a different shade of lipstick.



Tuesday’s must have been one of his set days with the gardener too, as he was always there, kneeling by the roses and giving me a little nod and smile when I mounted the porch stairs to Mr. Collins’s front door.



* * * *



I rather enjoyed the fucking with Mr. Collins, and it worried me that I did, but the money was too good to deny myself and put the brakes on this stuff. At $80 a week, my tin can in the storage shed was going to need company soon. I’d made it to late summer. One more year, my senior year, and I could just walk away from here—and with some serious cash in my pocket. I’d put it all behind me, or so I thought.



I was getting old enough now to accept that I was just fooling myself. I began to become obsessed with the women’s lingerie—and wondering about it in connection with my nights with Tyler. I have no idea what caused me to do it, but one afternoon, when rain had wiped out a baseball practice and Tyler wouldn’t be home for hours, I stole into the master bedroom and started browsing through the drawers in my mother’s bureau. Tyler had done nothing about getting rid of her clothes.



I found her intimate lingerie in one of the lower drawers and I took a pair of black lace panties back to my bedroom and stripped and put them on and walked around the house for a half hour. It didn’t give me quite the thrill I thought it might, but just the idea of how I wanted it to make me feel made me hard.



And then Tyler went four nights without visiting my bedroom. I didn’t think he was doing this on purpose at the time, but now I think he did. Now I think he wanted me to take that last step. The first two nights I luxuriated in a full night’s sleep. The third night I couldn’t sleep and kept looking at my door, waiting for it to open and for Tyler to slip into the room and into my bed. On the four night I was in a stew, wondering what was wrong, why he wasn’t coming.



On the fifth night I could take it no longer. I padded out of bed, stripped off my sleeping shorts, and slipped on the black lace panties I’d purloined from my mother’s drawer.



Tyler was awake, on his back, no doubt waiting for me—although I didn’t know it at the time. I climbed onto the bed and straddled his pelvis. He laughed and pulled my face down to his and kissed me deeply on the mouth. I could feel his cock come alive. He moved his hands over my bare torso as we kissed and then down to my hips, and I felt the jerk in his cock and heard the low gasp when he learned I was wearing lace panties. He let me know he enjoyed that a lot—but he didn’t enjoy it so much that it prevented him from gripping the flimsy material covering my buttocks on both sides and rending it apart with a low ripping sound and then settling my channel on his cock through the slit he’d made.



He laid there, providing the ramrod, and smiling up into my face as I did all of the work, riding his cock in undulating waves. When he had shot his load up into me, he laughed his ultimate victory over me, the fulfillment of my conditioning.



Later, in my own room again, I couldn’t sleep. I had come in the panties in Tyler’s room and he’d kept them as a trophy, so I was in my sleeping shorts once more.



It had already rained once and then stopped, and I could hear the splatter of precursory rain drops once again on the window. They were promising quite a storm tonight.



I liked watching storms, and Tyler’s laugh at the conclusion of our sex had awakened me to what he had conditioned me to do—that final step of me coming to him, wanting it, and willing to do all of the work to get it. This depressed me, and for the first time I wondered if staying around to complete high school was going to be the end of it—whether I could break away from Tyler even after that. And, even more depressing, I was beginning to doubt if the high school diploma was the real reason I was staying around—whether I wasn’t completely under Tyler’s spell now.



I couldn’t sleep, so I got out of bed and took a Coke from the refrigerator and walked out onto the front porch, just in my sleeping shorts, to welcome the coming storm and to try to force my racing brain to be lost in watching the thunder and lightning show.



I had finished the Coke and gotten tired of waiting for the storm to arrive. I turned to go back into the house, but I was grabbed from behind and tossed out into the yard. I landed on the wet grass and someone was on my back, his knee in the small of my back, and my hands were pulled behind me and being tied off. A burlap sack was pulled over my head and I was roughly pulled up and frog marched across the yard, tossed into the back seat of a car, and, after doors slammed, the car was on the move.



I have no idea how long we drove; I was too stunned by the sudden assault to keep any sort of track, but the car eventually stopped after a particularly bumpy ride at the last. I could hear the pattering of rain on the metal roof. The storm was starting. I heard a door open at the front of the car—and slam shut—and then one of the doors to the rear seat opened, and I almost tumbled out of the car. Strong hands grabbed me, though, and lift and tossed me toward the other side of the car. Someone was in the back seat with me. His chest was pressing in on mine—he was bare-chested, so I knew it was a man, and heavy muscled and slick with sweat. I heard and felt the ripping of my sleeping shorts—and heavy breathing. Whoever it was was too agitated to just pull my pants off. I was wedged, facing up, in the back corner of the seat. The seat was wide and plush, I figured some older model car—something American and from the 60s, maybe.



Rough hands were forcing my thighs apart and raising my legs, and the man was between my legs, and I screamed as a cock far thicker than either Tyler’s or Mr. Collins’s split me and forced itself deep inside my channel and I was being furiously fucked. He bit into my nipple and I cried out in pain again. I began to sneeze from the dustiness of the sack over my head. I tried to suppress it, thinking, “No, please don’t take the sack off, please don’t take the sack off”—knowing that if he did I would see what he looked like. And if he didn’t care if I knew what he looked like, then . . .



I couldn’t suppress the sneezing, though, and also began to cough. And the sack was drawn off my head.



It was Mr. Collins’s gardener.



“Why?” I cried out.



He backhanded me across the face and growled, “Shut the fuck up.”



And I turned my head toward the window in the passenger door I was wedged up against and watched the storm roll over us. There was thunder and lightning aplenty, and it seemed like each clap of thunder and flash of lightning was accompanied by a ramrod splitting me asunder. Each time the thunder clapped, I lurched at the thrust of his cock inside me, each time thinking he couldn’t go further down inside me, widen my channel with his monster tool any wider, but, with each thunder clap, he did.



He fucked me with intense purpose and abandon, and I moaned and groaned at how much fuller and more intense his taking of me was than Tyler’s and Collins’s fuckings were. He wanted me and drilled me in ways they hadn’t done, moving deep inside me, relentlessly fucking, making me writhe and whimper and cry out, afraid of what came after this, and then, because he was at it so long and so deep, afraid that this was the last of me—fucked to death. I had ejaculated a long time before he exploded and fell on top of me, sweaty and panting. Holding me tight, his breathing becoming less ragged but his cock coming back to life inside me the longer he held me there.



The second fucking, in consort with the abating of the thunderstorm into a gentle rain, was slower, more methodic and longer, with his hands now searching my body more, as if assuring himself that I actually was here, that the snatch and furious fuck that went before were real, not just one of the longing wet dreams that had driven him to do this.



When he was finished, he covered my head with the sack again and went over the front seat back into the driver’s position while I whimpered, exhausted and taken as neither Tyler nor Mr. Collins had ever done with me.



We drove on for a half hour or more, and I sensed when we turned off asphalt and onto gravel and then, eventually onto dirt—probably mud now. The last quarter of a mile or more was on jarringly rough road.



I was bundled out of the car, across uneven dirt, and up onto a wooden porch—which I discern because I was barefooted, and then through a door which was closed behind us. I heard two bolts being thrown on the door and the scrape of a key in a lock. The sack was jerked off my head again.



He had prepared for me. This wasn’t a casual snatch. We were standing in a log cabin that was about twenty feet square. The windows were all shuttered from at least the inside. There was a double bed in one corner and chains were welded to the wall above the headboard. At the loose end of the chains were wrist clamps, and this was where the gardener herded me—over to the bed, where he pushed me down on my belly. He untied my binding and turned me over on my back on the bed and forcing my wrists into the wrist clamps. The chains attached to the walls were short, and I couldn’t move my hands below my shoulders as I lay on the bed.



The gardener stripped off his wet jeans and his briefs and came down on the bed, forcing his knees between my thighs and sliding them under my buttocks. Then he thrust his cock inside my channel again, and fucked me for a third time—long and hard, with animalistic noises like he’d been building up to do this for months and hadn’t had sex in the meantime.



He said nothing to me, didn’t answer my whimpered questions or respond to my pleadings. If he hadn’t told me to shut up in the car in half-decent English, I would have thought there was a language barrier between us. There certainly wasn’t any other barrier between us.



He got out of the bed and padded around turning off lights. I had only a brief opportunity to see what was there, while he was doing so. Just one room. A small kitchenette area over on the front wall by the door we’d come through. This bed was in one back corner and a raised tin square about three foot square was in the other back corner. A shower head was on the wall above this. A toilet was set in the wall at one side of the open shower square and a white porcelain sink on the other. Thus, the room was completely exposed. There was an old couch with the stuffing coming out. A small desk against the front wall, on the other side of the door from the kitchenette—with a laptop computer on it—a round wood table with three mismatched straight chairs in the center of the room, and an overstuffed chair that didn’t match the couch.



Just this one bed. When he’d turned out the lights, he came back to the bed and stretched beside me and almost instantly started to snore. It took me longer to go to sleep, and shortly after that, he was waking me again, turning me on my belly—with my chained arms crossed above me—and straddling my hips and fucking me again.



When I woke in the morning, he’d changed the chains. They were longer now, enough so that I could get out of the bed and stand and walk maybe three feet from the bed. There was a hunk of bread and a cup of cold coffee on the nightstand next to the bed and two tin bowls on the floor below that. One was about a third filled with water and there was a sponge floating in it. The other was empty and had a half of roll of toilet paper in it. I could pretty much tell what both of those bowls were for.



The gardener was pissing in the toilet on the other side of the room. He was still naked, as, of course, was I. I listened as he emptied his bladder in a long, steady stream going on for almost a minute.



I wolfed down the bread and drank the coffee as the gardener moved to the sink and brushed his teeth and shaved. He still looked like an Hispanic to me. But he had a well-worked body, muscles bulging on muscles, and his cock and balls were hanging heavy. He was taking side glances at me as I sat on the edge of the bed and chewed on the bread, and I could see that he was getting hard again.



So, I wasn’t surprised when he put his razor down when he’d only half shaved and came over and grabbed for my legs while I sat on the bed. I slapped at his hands as best I could and told him no as emphatically as I was able, but he just stunned me again with a backhanded slap across my face that snapped my head to one side, and roughly grabbed my legs, tipping me back on the bed, and crouched been my thighs and fucked me to his ejaculation.



When he was finished with me, he just left me there, my heels dug into the corners of the bed and my legs spread and trembling, and me moaning softly, and went back to his shaving. He took a shower, dressed in his gardening work clothes, and was gone for the rest of the day.



The first thing he did when he returned to the cabin that night was fuck me again. He obviously had been building up to this and looking forward to it for some time. After that, he usually didn’t do it more than once a day, but he never got tired of doing it.



When the first weekend came up, he brought out some red lace panties he had been keeping hidden somewhere, put a slit up the middle of them in back with a knife, and forced them over my legs. He then sat on the edge of the bed, forced me onto his lap and cock—through the slit in the panties—with me facing away from him and stroked my cock through the material of the panties until we both had come. He hung the torn panties with my cum in them on the bedpost, where they remained for a week. I now knew that he’d been peeping on me at Mr. Collins—and probably at my own house too while Tyler was fucking me.



And I now also knew what had prompted this elaborate scheme.



I stayed with Julio—for after the first few weeks I ascertained at least that much about him, that his name was Julio—for thirteen months. I knew it was thirteen months, because he had a calendar hanging above the desk and he delighted in marking off the days. He delighted even more in the first few weeks he held me captive in marking off each time he fucked me. And there were more of the latter marks than the former.



Slowly, over the initial months, he lengthened my chains in stages of trust. The longest addition, permitting me full access to the cabin so that I then could shower in the corner stall too and go to the toilet properly and have access to food and drink was the night I woke him up and straddled his cock and fucked myself on him. That was a watershed of him believing I wanted him now and that he’d won me over.



He took the shutters off the windows soon after that, and I discovered we were in the deep woods, with a clearing for a power line not far in front of the cabin and railroad tracks in back. I’d already ascertained that a train ran by somewhere near at three set times a day, as it was about the only sound of life outside the cabin I’d heard for two months at that point. It didn’t escape my notice either that the train ran slow in this section of the forest.



By that time I’d figured I was here for good—or at least until something drastic happened. No one had come for me; there was no hint that anyone was looking for me. And I thought that figured. I was over eighteen. The school system couldn’t touch me if I’d decided just to drop out. And Tyler wouldn’t come looking for me; he would just have figured that I’d had enough and had cleared out that night I disappeared. I had screamed obscenities at him the night I’d left—mad, frustrated, and angry that he’d tricked me into coming to his room on my own for the fuck and begging for the fuck—and taking all responsibility for it. Tyler would neither wonder at me leaving that night nor want anyone to look into my disappearance too closely.



So, I was on my own. And seeing the effect of initiating the fuck on Julio—which I had tried as an experiment—had given me hope of being able to work on his vanity. I was making use now of what Tyler had taught me in his conditioning—he had taught me to move from one frame of mind to another just by gradual reconditioning. In Julio’s case the method could still be sex, which Julio was obsessed with, but the goal would be developing a level of trust that would, I hoped, eventually set me free.



I made him believe I couldn’t get enough of his cock now—and I admitted even to myself that it was, indeed, a very nice cock. I went after him and gave him master head, something he’d never had done before, and more often than not I was initiating the sex—and complimenting him on what a great lover he was. I asked him to bring more lacy and silky panties, and we repeated the fetish that he seemed to enjoy so much.



Increasingly, he was giving me little freedoms and favors here and there. And I was showing appreciation for them and doing my best to convince him that I was here by choice now.



Then, purposely, I went into a blue funk. He, of course, asked me why, noticing that my end of the lovemaking had become lethargic. I told him I was bored—and wanted to use the Internet. He said that wasn’t possible. I cried and pouted and told him that I wanted to study—that I could complete my high school via the Internet by taking GED—general education diploma—classes on line. He told me he couldn’t really trust me alone on the Internet, and I said, he could use the keyboard and I’d just sit there and do the class work.



He wanted good sex again, so he gave in to me. I started working on a GED on line to complete my last year of high school—thinking that if nothing else in life I could try to fulfill the promise I’d made to my mother. And, in turn, I gave Julio great sex again.



After a month of acting as intermediary for my studies, Julio got bored and let me do the classes myself. I was careful to stick to only that on the Internet, though, as he tested me several times to make sure that was all I was doing. And I gave Julio really great sex, thinking of inventive positions that he’d never even dreamed of before.



I had him convinced in the first eight months that I couldn’t live without him, that all of the police in the state couldn’t close in on the cabin and pry me from his bed.



The chains came off completely. But I was still naked. Julio had never permitted me to wear a stitch of clothes. That was one hedge on me not going anywhere. He had locks on the doors of the drawers and closet he used for his clothes and he kept them all secure.



For a couple of more months he still locked me in the cabin and shuttered the windows, using the outside shutters, when he went to work. I gave him no reason to think I’d even thought about trying to escape, and I always had my legs open for him, begging for it, when he came home.



He was the world’s greatest stud. I couldn’t go five hours without a cocking by him and by him only. I made him believe that.



I had complete freedom of the cabin and its environs for a full month during which he laid many a scheme to catch any sign that I’d tried to leave him.



At the end of that month, I completely finished my online GED work. I went to a virtual graduation ceremony, without inviting Julio to it or telling him that I had finished the work—and had a graduation certificate waiting for me on line for whenever I wanted to download it.



The next day, a Tuesday, while Julio presumably was pruning Mr. Collins’s roses, I put on trousers and a T-shirt of Julio’s that I had kept out of the wash and Julio hadn’t noticed were missing when he’d locked his clothes away, dug the pair of old boots out from under the bed that Julio had thought he’d taken to the dump with other trash, and held my breath until I heard the whistle of the train somewhere down the track, where it blew its whistle three times a day at almost exactly the same time.

It’s a warm summers morning and it’s going to be a very hot day. I’m having a hard time concentrating on the questions you keep asking me. My mind is focused on the things I plan to do to you today. Unknown to you, I have packed a picnic basket and my big toy bag. Both are sitting in the trunk. I turn off the paved road, and you ask “Are we going to the cabin?”



“No, just for a hike and a picnic.”



You giggle and reply that you love picnics.



“You’re going to love this one,” I mutter. I pull into the spot I had found earlier, so no-one would see the car. I open the trunk and hand you the picnic basket as I pull out the toy bag.



“What’s in that big bag?” You ask.



“Just things we need for the hike and picnic.” I lift it to my back.



“It looks heavy,” you say, “and it sounds like you have chains in it…” I just point in the direction of the trail.



After a good half hour of weaving through the dense forest, we come to a big clearing with a little stream.



“This looks like a good spot, right here at the edge of the trees” I say. I get a blanket from my bag and lay it out in the shade of the trees. It’s good to be in the shade; it must be ninety degrees and it’s only 11:00 a.m.! You open the basket and lay out the contents.



“There’s is enough food here for lunch and dinner.” You say. I tell you to just get the bottle of wine, the sandwiches and the grapes. You start to open the strawberries and I slap your hand lightly, telling you that those are for later. I take my t-shirt off and lay it to the side. You giggle, and in a flash you’re down to your bra and panties. I watch you with wanton desire as you take off your bra and expose those lovely tits. I stop you before you can remove your panties. You whine that you want to get a full tan, but you know how much I like watching you in just your underwear. We lie there eating, drinking and watching the few light clouds pass by. Well, you are looking at the sky. I am looking at-and dreaming of-you. You point up at the two trees that we are lying under.



“What are those bolts doing in those two trees?” You ask.



“Oh, you’ll find that out later on.” I reply. I reach over and lightly brush your nipples; they instantly become hard. Lightly pinching and pulling on them draws a moan from you. Leaning over, I suck on your right nipple while rolling your left nipple between my finger and thumb. Licking and sucking, I move to the tender underside of your breast. After covering every inch of your breasts I slowly start licking down your sexy stomach. Stopping to play with your bellybutton, I can smell your intoxicating pussy. Removing your panties, I can’t help but hold them to my face and take a deep breath. It’s enough to make my cock jump and make a wet spot appear on my shorts. I move between your long legs, lifting and spreading until your knees are up by your chest, leaving you totally open to me.



I begin to nibble and lick your inner thighs. Then I lick and suck your lips, being very careful to avoid your clit. You are moving your hips, trying to push your clit onto my tongue, so I slap your ass and tell you to stay still. You start whining, saying that you need to cum, but that just makes me want to tease you more. Using just the tip of my tongue, I tickle you between your pussy and asshole for a minute, then I move down to run the tip around that little pink asshole. With your hole all slicked up I move back up to suck on your sweet juices. You are begging me to make you cum, so I insert two fingers into you. I suck hard on your clit and bend my finger up to rub on your g-spot. I let go of your legs. You clamp them around my head and your pussy clamps down on my fingers as you cum.



When you finally let go of my head and fingers I reach over and pull ankle and wrist restraints out of the bag, putting them on you. I quickly take out the four locking pulleys and clip them to the four eye-bolts attached to the two trees. I grab you under the arms and stand you up to clip the wrist restraints to the two upper pulleys and the ankle restraints to the two lower pulleys. I lock the two lower pulleys so your legs are spread apart as far as you can stretch them. Then I do the same to your arms so you are locked in a big X. You watch as I dig in the toy bag and pull out lube and a small butt-plug. I make sure you see what I have.



Stepping behind you, I pour lube down your ass crack, and reaching between your legs I slide my fingers up, meeting the lube at your asshole. I rub the lube up and down your ass crack, then I insert a finger. I whisper in your ear that I must get you well lubed. I don’t want to make it to easy for you to keep the butt-plug in. Pulling my finger out I insert the tip of the lube bottle, before squeezing the whole bottle into you. You let out a moan. I quickly remove the bottle and shove the plug in. Not expecting the sudden insertion you let out a little yell. I pull it back out-past the bump-and then push it back in again and you start moaning. I stop and tell you not to drop it. It’s small, so you will have to keep a grip on it.



I get the ball gag, blinders and headphones out. When I have the gag in place I remind you of the safe signal when you can’t talk-one hand with crossed fingers to slow down and both hands with crossed fingers to stop. You nod your head and I put on the blinders and the headphones. Trying to get you to drop the plug, I grab both of your tits hard and twist. You yell past the ball gag but you keep a grip on the plug. I spank your pussy five times with my hand.



“Let’s see if you can handle a flogging.” I start at your calves, switching from one leg to the other. With every hit of the flogger you tense up, afraid to relax in case you drop the plug. I vary the intensity of the hits; from a feather-light touch to a very heavy thud that turns your skin red immediately. I continue up your inner thighs, ass, lower back, shoulder blades, and to the end of each arm. Then I move around to the front. I start at your thighs, skipping your pussy and going straight to your stomach. I work over your tits and pussy for about ten minutes, all the time keeping a watch on your fingers.



When I stop, you’re so tense; every muscle in you body is straining. I smile at the drool that has dripped from your chin, watching it run down between your tits, all the way to your pussy to mix with your juices. I check to see that you have not dropped the plug. Your ass cheeks are so tight you could hold a dime!



I drop the flogger and pick up the crop. I give each of your nipples about a dozen flicks ranging from light to hard that make you scream past the gag.



Still no crossed fingers.



I start working on your pussy with the crop. It is spread wide open and your clit is big and hard. I can tell you are on the edge of cumming, so I reach out and pinch a nipple. You scream and cum hard, every muscle letting go; you drop the plug and go limp, letting the restraints hold you up. I drop the crop and hug and kiss you. I take off the headphones, blinders and gag and just hold you until you catch you breath and your legs steady themselves.



I untie one of your arms and give you a drink of water, asking you if you are okay and ready for more. You drink the whole bottle and say you think so, with a big smile. I free your other arm and run a rope from both upper eye-bolts to your waist. Standing in front of you I tell you to open my paint and suck my cock. You bend at the hips and just about rip the buttons off my pants getting to my cock. You play with my balls as you lick and suck me. Oh, it feels so good; I just want to grab you and fuck your mouth. When I can’t take any more I pull away and step out of my pants. I clip your wrists to your ankle restraints and stand behind you. As I slowly enter you, I marvel at how how hot and tight you feel. When I am in all the way I hold still and enjoy how your pussy grips and squeezes my cock. I start pump in and out slowly, not wanting to cum too soon, but my desire takes over, and I start going faster and slamming into you harder and harder. I feel you cum, but somehow I hold off and pull out. I step back in front of you and feed you my pussy-coated cock. As soon as I feel your mouth on me I start to cum. You swallow it all and suck me clean.



When I think I can take a step back (and not fall down), I unclasp your wrists from your ankles and clip them back onto the upper pulleys, pulling them tight. With you back in a big X I get fully dressed. You ask me if we are done, and if I will untie you. I tell you that I’m not done with you yet, and I will be back later.



Before I leave I give you some accessories. I get out a big butt-plug and lube it up. Spreading your cheeks I slowly push it in. When it gets to the widest part, your hole is stretched to it’s limit, but then it passes through and your sphincter slams shut, leaving just the stop-ring sticking out. Next I find the headphones and blinders and put them on you. I kiss you and taste the mix of pussy juice and cum that is still on your lips.



I walk back down the trail and find the hole that I had dug last week, knowing that I would need to hide the toy bag and picnic basket. I knew I was going to have to carry you back out after what I was putting you through. After finding and uncovering the hole and tarp I return to the clearing. Approaching you from the rear and seeing you all tied up and naked makes me realize how lucky I am that you love and trust me so much, that you allow me to play with you this way. Taking the long feather tickler silently out of the toy bag, I sit down in front of you and just admire your beauty. Not being able to see or hear, you have no idea that I am right in front of you.



With the feather, I lightly touch your arm. You scream and jump, pulling on the restraints, but they hold you tight. You softly call my name. After a minute you call a little louder. You start to plead with me, begging me to untie you because you have to pee. I look at your fingers just to make sure you’re not signaling your safe word. I smile to myself knowing that you are fine. I can see that you must have to pee badly by the way you are squirming.



“Oh, piss on it.” You mutter and you start laughing and pissing. For some reason I find it really sexy, watching you pee. I can see on your face how pleasurable it must be to let go from having to pee so badly. When you stop, I lightly tickle one of your nipples with the feather. You flinch and the last few drops of pee trickle out. When I tickle your other nipple they start to become hard. You shake your tits, not knowing if there is a bug or something on you. But when I tickle your armpit you scream and know it’s me.



Next I lube up the big set of BenWa balls. They are about an inch and a quarter in diameter. I insert all four, and with every movement you make they bang together and vibrate. I start tickling you again. With your movement, the balls are making you wet and they start to fall out. I use my finger and shove them back in and you moan. I take the headphones off and tell you to hold onto the balls.



“If you drop them I’ll use the cane on you.”



You still can’t see where I’m going to tickle you. I can tell that you really have your pussy clamped tight, holding the balls. With your legs spread like they are it’s taking a lot of control. I start tickling your inner thighs, then move up to your sides. You’re moving around and laughing, and you let one ball slip out. I take a second feather so I can tickle you on both sides. Another ball pops out and you are begging me to stop, but you still don’t mention the safe-word. I move to your arm pits and a third ball pops out. With the weight of the three balls swinging and pulling on the last one I know you can’t hold any longer, so I stop. As I shove the three balls back in I kiss you and tell you that you did good. I step back and I can’t believe how wet you are. You have cum so many times you are dripping, and there is a puddle in the dirt underneath you.



I can’t wait any longer; I have to have you.



I reach around and put my left hand on your pussy to hold the balls in, before grabbing the butt-plug ring. I tell you to relax and I slowly pull on the plug. With all the lube I used earlier it comes out with a pop, and I immediately replace it with my cock. You let out a scream of pleasure and I hold still, sheathed in you. My right hand is playing with your tits and two fingers on my left hand are buried in your pussy, playing with the balls and rubbing your clit. I slowly start pulling out and when just the head is left in you, I slowly push back in.



You are feeling so much pleasure; tits, clit, balls knocking against the walls of your pussy and my cock in your ass. You yell “Harder, fuck me harder!” and I do. I pull out and we slam back into each other, over and over. When I know we both can’t take any more I press hard on your clit and pinch your nipple. You cum hard as I shoot blast after blast of hot cum into your ass. When I can move, I unclip you and we fall to the ground. We lie on the blanket spooning until we fall asleep.



When I wake, the sun is setting over the hills. I hurriedly pack everything up and bury it all in the hole before returning to dress you. Picking you up, I realize it’s going to be a long hike carrying you, but you deserve it and you will be pampered as thanks for your trust.

Roy awoke early.‭ ‬He had always been an early riser,‭ ‬there was something peaceful and quiet about the morning and he liked having the time to himself.‭ ‬Part of him also realized that it gave him a head start on any competition with which he might have to fight.‭ ‬He liked being up late,‭ ‬too,‭ ‬and fortunately he could go for weeks on only a few hours of sleep.‭ ‬At some point he would need to crash out for‭ ‬16‭ ‬or‭ ‬20‭ ‬hours straight to catch up,‭ ‬but that was still a week or more away.



He stretched out and brushed against Elaine.‭ ‬She was asleep on her stomach,‭ ‬naked,‭ ‬with her hands in padded cuffs under her.‭ ‬He knew he did not need to keep her cuffed,‭ ‬she was his,‭ ‬body and soul,‭ ‬and would not try to escape him,‭ ‬but he liked keeping her helpless and he liked reminding her of her submission.‭ ‬She was his slave,‭ ‬after all.



Roy did a quick inventory of the day.‭ ‬He had to run a few errands this morning,‭ ‬and he needed some computer time.‭ ‬Despite his rugged outdoorsy nature,‭ ‬he also had the heart of a tech geek and his fingers itched if they did not get on a qwerty keyboard now and then.‭ ‬The business center at the casino had some that were adequate,‭ ‬not up to his professional standards,‭ ‬but he could check in at work and do a few things to get his fix.‭ ‬After that,‭ ‬lunch,‭ ‬then in the afternoon they would go and see Mark.



Mark was the local Association boss in the area.‭ ‬He was also something of a feudal lord in Elko county.‭ ‬He had a huge ranch,‭ ‬owned the casino in which Roy and Elaine were staying,‭ ‬had interests in some mines and anything that could make money out here.‭ ‬He was a powerful man and needed to be treated with the utmost respect,‭ ‬especially since he could send Sam to take care of any problems.‭ ‬If Mark was the brains and capital,‭ ‬Sam was the muscle and the guy who did the dirty work.‭ ‬It did not pay to cross Sam.‭



Tomorrow morning,‭ ‬Roy would head back home to Las Vegas and life with his new slave.‭ ‬He tried to think more of what life would be like with Elaine there to satisfy his every whim,‭ ‬and not mundane things like did the pool guy show up on time‭?



Roy looked up at the ceiling.‭ ‬Morning light was filtering in through the closed curtains.‭ ‬He knew he was not going to get back to sleep so he might as well get on with the day.‭ ‬He got out of bed and opened the window.‭ ‬It was still cool outside and he preferred fresh air more than canned air conditioning,‭ ‬as long as it was not hotter than‭ ‬90‭ ‬degrees‭; ‬then a/c was okay.‭ ‬He went to the bathroom,‭ ‬started the coffee pot,‭ ‬then came back to bed.



He pulled the sheets back to gaze at Elaine’s lovely body.‭ ‬She was a beautiful thirty years old,‭ ‬just now starting to come in to the height of her beauty.‭ ‬She was‭ ‬5‭’‬2‭” ‬with a slim build,‭ ‬long legs,‭ ‬a flat stomach and a gorgeous ass.‭ ‬Roy loved fucking that ass,‭ ‬he would never tire of that.‭ ‬He looked at her turtle tattoo on her butt,‭ ‬he had already made arrangements to have it removed,‭ ‬the only marks on that beautiful stretch of flesh would be his.‭ ‬He knew under her were a pair of firm,‭ ‬sensitive breasts that made her squirm delightfully when he pulled on them or licked them.‭ ‬But her most striking features were her big blue eyes,‭ ‬now closed,‭ ‬he loved seeing the utter submission in them when he took her.



Roy was getting hard looking at Elaine.‭ ‬Well,‭ ‬that was the great thing about a slave:‭ ‬he did not have to wait for her to get ready or be in the mood.‭ ‬He could have her whenever he wanted and there was nothing she could do about it.‭



Roy reached down and pulled Elaine’s legs apart,‭ ‬his hand lingering on her silky thigh.‭ ‬He was breathing hard in anticipation of taking her.‭ ‬He slipped a finger into her slit and began working it into her.‭ ‬He had found that,‭ ‬unlike him,‭ ‬Elaine was a deep sleeper.‭ ‬She stirred as his finger penetrated her,‭ ‬but did not awaken.‭ ‬Her mind might be asleep,‭ ‬but her body was awake and Roy could feel her instantly get wet around his penetrating digit.‭ ‬What an amazing slave he had taken,‭ ‬he thought.



Roy climbed between her legs and guided his hard cock to her waiting lower lips.‭ ‬He paused before entering her,‭ ‬taking in the beauty of her naked body.‭ ‬Her naked body that belonged to him,‭ ‬he reminded himself.‭ ‬He pushed his way into her,‭ ‬slowly filling and stretching her for the first time on this Monday morning.‭ ‬And to think he used to hate Mondays‭!



Roy bored all the way into Elaine’s helpless body and stopped when his hips pressed against her perfect butt.‭ ‬He could see her eyes begin to flutter,‭ ‬she was starting to wake up.‭ ‬He smiled wickedly,‭ ‬pulled back then rammed hard back into her.‭ ‬Elaine’s eyes flew open and she moaned as Roy pounded away at her.‭ ‬Roy was overcome by lust and the sense of power of having this gorgeous woman completely at his mercy.‭ ‬He used her fast and hard,‭ ‬her moans of pleasure and pain only fueling his drive.‭ ‬Roy came with a moan of his own,‭ ‬shooting his load deep inside his slave.



Roy lay on top of Elaine,‭ ‬his cock still buried inside her and kissed her cheek.‭ ‬She smiled,‭ ‬her eyes closed,‭ ‬and wiggled her hips around his cock a little.‭ ‬Elaine was content,‭ ‬happy he was not still mad about Kristy yesterday and happy to be taken like this to start the day.



‭”‬Good morning,‭ ‬Master,‭” ‬she whispered to him.



‭”‬Good morning,‭ ‬Slave,‭” ‬he answered.‭



Roy was loathe to get up,‭ ‬but he had things to do today.‭ ‬Reluctantly,‭ ‬he pulled out of his slave,‭ ‬a trail of semen leaking out of her onto the sheets,‭ ‬and stood up.‭ ‬He poured a cup of coffee for himself and another for Elaine.‭ ‬He left hers on the nightstand beside the bed then went to take a quick shower.



Elaine rolled over and thought about going back to sleep‭; ‬she did enjoy her sleep.‭ ‬But her body was awake and the coffee smelled,‭ ‬well…‭ ‬it did not smell like good coffee,‭ ‬but it smelled like coffee.‭ ‬She rolled over and sat up in bed.‭ ‬She was leaking cum,‭ ‬but there was nothing she could do about that right now.‭ ‬Elaine had cleaned hotel rooms before,‭ ‬so she would be nice and strip the bed for the housekeeper,‭ ‬but right now she was going to have some of that coffee.‭ ‬With her bound hands she picked up the cup and began to sip.‭ ‬It definitely was not good coffee,‭ ‬weak and bitter at the same time,‭ ‬but she drank it anyway.



Elaine could hear Roy singing Devo in the shower.‭ ‬That brought a smile to her face.‭ ‬Roy seemed to be good at so many things,‭ ‬but his singing was absolutely horrible.‭ ‬That one flaw seemed to make him a little more human and endearing to her.‭ ‬Endearing‭? ‬Was she developing feelings for Roy‭? ‬He had entered her life‭ (‬and her pussy,‭ ‬and her mouth,‭ ‬and her ass‭) ‬like a hurricane,‭ ‬had made her feel things she had never felt before and made her do things she had never done before.‭ ‬She had given herself to him completely,‭ ‬but did she have feelings for him‭? ‬Elaine decided not to go down that path of thought.‭ ‬It really didn’t matter anyway,‭ ‬she was his and how she felt was irrelevant.



The shower turned off and Roy kept singing.‭ ‬It was‭ “‬Whip It‭”‬,‭ ‬Elaine wondered if that was a hint as to what he had in mind for the day.‭ ‬He shaved and dried off and came out with a towel around his waist.‭ ‬Elaine found that bit of modesty amusing,‭ ‬it wasn’t like she had not already seen him naked enough already.‭ ‬He leaned over and kissed Elaine briefly,‭ ‬neither one wanted to share morning breath.



‭”‬That really is awful coffee,‭ ‬isn’t it,‭ ‬Slave‭?” ‬he asked her.



‭”‬Horrible,‭ ‬Master,‭” ‬she answered.



‭”‬I’ll see about getting some better coffee from room service,‭” ‬he assured her then went into the living room.‭ ‬Roy made a phone call,‭ ‬she heard the word‭ “‬coffee‭”‬,‭ ‬then came back into the bedroom.‭ ‬He reached down and took the cuffs off Elaine’s wrists.



‭”‬I will be gone this morning,‭ ‬but will be back by lunch time,‭” ‬he reached down and stroked her cheek.‭ “‬You have the morning free.‭” ‬He had her purse.‭ ‬He took out her phone,‭ ‬credit cards and ID,‭ ‬but left the cash.‭ “‬Do some shopping,‭ ‬take a swim,‭ ‬whatever.‭ ‬You know what you are and are not supposed to do.‭ ‬If you do anything wrong I’ll punish you later.‭”



“Is that a threat or a promise‭?” ‬She smiled and kissed his hand.



‭”‬Both.‭ ‬I ordered room service for you.‭ ‬Coffee and a fruit plate.‭”



“Thank you,‭ ‬Master.‭ ‬What would you like me to wear today‭?”



“You were so busy with Kristy that you didn’t even look at what she brought you‭?”



“Just the collar and hand cuffs,‭ ‬Master.‭”



“Well,‭ ‬go look.‭”



Elaine reluctantly scrambled out of bed.‭ ‬Roy watched her spectacular ass as she walked to the closet and the dry cleaning bag Kristy had hung up last night.‭ ‬She gave a little squeal of joy as she opened it up to see her blue floral sundress.‭ ‬She looked it over,‭ ‬there were no stains or dirt on it.



‭”‬I asked which cleaner the brothel used and took it there.‭ ‬I thought they might be good at getting semen stains out of clothes,‭” ‬Roy told her.



‭”‬Thank you,‭ ‬Master,‭” ‬she stepped up on her toes and gave him a quick kiss.‭ “‬It’s one of my favorites.‭”



“Mine,‭ ‬too,‭” ‬he answered.‭ ‬She was about to slip it on when Roy stopped her.‭ “‬Why don’t you get cleaned up first.‭ ‬They just got all the stains out,‭ ‬let’s not put new ones on it just yet.‭” ‬He pointed at her upper thigh where a stream of cum dripped down.



‭”‬Yes,‭ ‬Master.‭”



Roy left and Elaine cleaned herself up and slipped on her dress.‭ ‬The cleaners had done a great job and got all the cum and dirt out of it.‭ ‬Roy had not said anything about underwear so she was free and open below while her nipples rubbed against the soft fabric of the dress above.



Room service knocked on the door.‭ ‬Elaine opened the door and saw the same waiter from yesterday.‭ ‬He seemed genuinely disappointed that she was not naked again,‭ ‬even though her dress still showed a lot of skin.‭ ‬She tipped him and took her breakfast out on the balcony.



All things considered,‭ ‬Elaine was pretty cheerful.‭ ‬It was a beautiful morning,‭ ‬still cool with the heat of the day yet to come.‭ ‬The morning sex with Roy had been great and he seemed to hold no hard feelings over her time with Kristy.‭ ‬That brought a brief frown to Elaine’s pretty face.‭ ‬She thought about how the strong brunette had raped her yesterday,‭ ‬how she made her cum with her hands and how the young woman had ridden Elaine’s face.‭ ‬For some reason,‭ ‬that was more traumatic than the three days of constant fucking by Roy.‭ ‬Maybe it was because he took a long term interest in her rather than just a quick orgasm.‭ ‬She guessed it had more to do with Roy being a man.‭ ‬It just seemed natural that men would do that,‭ ‬but,‭ ‬despite her time with Amanda,‭ ‬she still looked at other women as equals and to be subjected like that by another woman hit deeper into her world view.



Elaine took a sip of her coffee and got her thoughts off of that track.‭ ‬It was a beautiful morning,‭ ‬and the mountains in the distance looked cool and inviting.‭ ‬She ate some fruit and nibbled on her muffin.‭ ‬She had started her day off with a wonderful orgasm and had the promise of more to come later.‭ ‬More than that,‭ ‬for the first time since she had met Roy,‭ ‬she had some free time.‭ ‬She was going to go buy some workout clothes and a bathing suit and hit the spa.‭ ‬She was excited by the possibility of a good workout to finally get all the kinks and knots of the past few days out,‭ ‬some time in the sauna and finally a swim.‭ ‬After that,‭ ‬lunch,‭ ‬a few drinks and falling asleep to the TV until her owner came home.‭ ‬After that‭? ‬Undoubtedly more rough sex.‭ ‬Yes,‭ ‬the day looked good.



Elaine drank her coffee,‭ ‬ate her breakfast and started a crossword puzzle.‭ ‬She was making pretty good progress and was feeling pretty good about herself.‭ ‬She looked down in time to see a jogger across the street.‭ ‬Instantly,‭ ‬a cold chill shot down her spine.‭ ‬There was no mistaking the woman jogging:‭ ‬it was Kristy.‭ ‬Elaine froze and watched the attractive young woman run,‭ ‬she saw the powerful thighs that yesterday had pinned her head in place,‭ ‬the bouncing breasts she had been forced to suck.‭ ‬Kristy stopped right across the street,‭ ‬no more than fifty feet away and looked directly at Elaine.‭ ‬She smiled and blew a kiss then continued on her run.



Elaine shivered and thought about going back in,‭ ‬but Kristy was gone.‭ ‬Roy had said he had taken care of the problem,‭ ‬whatever that meant.‭ ‬Kristy had had Elaine,‭ ‬there was no denying that and now she had just reminded Elaine of that.‭ ‬Maybe that was it,‭ ‬but Elaine was still uncomfortable.‭ ‬She lost interest in the crossword and left her coffee on the balcony.



Well,‭ ‬maybe the next item on her agenda would cheer her up.‭ ‬She grabbed her purse,‭ ‬Roy had left her no ID or credit cards,‭ ‬but plenty of cash.‭ ‬Elaine was not normally the type to enjoy shopping,‭ ‬but she needed things.



She glided through the lobby and out onto the street.‭ ‬She got the usual leers from the casino patrons but ignored them.‭ ‬Down the street there was a little women’s boutique and she made her purchases.‭ ‬She bought some short running shorts,‭ ‬they showed a lot of leg and she thought Roy would like them,‭ ‬and a pack of colored t-shirts.‭ ‬They did not have much in the way of swimsuits‭ (‬Elko was in the middle of the desert‭) ‬so she took the only one that fit.‭ ‬It was a small two piece that did not leave much to the imagination,‭ ‬bright red with string ties.‭ ‬Her normal modesty had gone away with the coming of Roy so she bought it without a second thought.‭ ‬She picked up some more travel clothes,‭ ‬all sufficiently revealing to make her owner happy.‭ ‬One skirt gave her a guilty thrill.‭ ‬It was blue pleated cotton that barely came below her ass,‭ ‬she knew if she bent at the waist it would ride up and show a nice bit of cheek.‭ ‬She managed not to blush as she paid for it.



At a drugstore on the way back she picked up some more toiletries and a bottle of wine.‭ ‬Her arms full of her purchases,‭ ‬she returned to the casino.‭ ‬It was getting hot already and she was ready to spend the rest of the day inside or in water.‭ ‬She walked back in the lobby and the air conditioning hit her,‭ ‬without looking she could feel her nipples get hard from the sudden cooling.‭ ‬She did not mind it too much until she saw Kristy again.



Kristy was behind the counter at the guest services desk in the lobby.‭ ‬She was back in uniform,‭ ‬just like she had been yesterday when Elaine first saw her.‭ ‬Kristy was staring at Elaine,‭ ‬her eyes wandering from Elaine’s perky nipples to her shoulders,‭ ‬then lingering on her legs.‭ ‬When she saw Elaine looking at her she smiled,‭ ‬then,‭ ‬with no hint of shame,‭ ‬looked back at Elaine’s breasts.



Elaine hurried on.‭ ‬Kristy’s desk was by the elevators,‭ ‬every time Elaine passed through the lobby she would have to walk by it.‭ ‬She would have to be ogled by the woman who had raped her yesterday.‭ ‬She pushed the button for the elevator and had to wait.‭ ‬Like most hotels,‭ ‬the stairs were not very convenient and even though she was only going to the second floor she had to take the elevator.



The elevators were on the top floors and slowly coming down,‭ ‬stopping at every floor.‭ ‬Elaine realized that she had gotten here at check out time.‭ ‬She made a point of not looking back at Kristy,‭ ‬but she could feel the young woman’s eyes on her.‭ ‬She shifted nervously and dropped one of the bags with her clothes in it.‭ ‬She had too much in her hands and fumbled to try and pick it up.



‭”‬You dropped this,‭ ‬ma’am,‭” ‬Elaine turned and saw Kristy holding her bag.‭ ‬She handed it to Elaine,‭ ‬letting their hands brush,‭ ‬her fingers lingering on Elaine’s.‭ ‬Elaine realized that those were the same fingers that had roughly fucked her yesterday.



Elaine was too shocked to say anything.‭ ‬Kristy smiled at her with a knowing grin.‭ ‬Fortunately Elaine was saved by the arrival of both elevators.‭ ‬Tourists,‭ ‬cowboys and a tour group of Asians spilled out into the lobby.‭ ‬Kristy calmly began answering questions and giving directions while Elaine slipped into the elevator.



Elaine hurried into her room.‭ ‬She thought about just staying in here all day,‭ ‬that way she could avoid Kristy.‭ ‬But she was so looking forward to her morning,‭ ‬and she decided to get on with it and go work out.‭ ‬She hung her dress up on a hanger,‭ ‬briefly looking at her nude body in the mirror.‭ ‬This was what so many people wanted,‭ ‬she thought wryly to herself.‭ ‬She smiled a little then got dressed to go back down.



She put her swimsuit on and her workout clothes over it.‭ ‬She knew that she was showing a lot of leg,‭ ‬the shorts barely came below her ass,‭ ‬and Kristy would get a good look,‭ ‬but that could not be helped.‭ ‬Still feeling nervous and self conscious,‭ ‬she poured and drank a quick glass of wine.



Kristy was still dealing with a crowd of guests when Elaine hurried through the lobby,‭ ‬but the brunette still managed to conspicuously check out Elaine as she passed.



The spa was nothing spectacular.‭ ‬The gym room had a few machines:‭ ‬a nautilus,‭ ‬two stairmasters and an exercise bike.‭ ‬Elaine had the place to herself at least and started her workout.‭ ‬She was surprised by how stiff she had become the past few days.‭ ‬All her exercise had consisted of being tied up and fucked so while her pussy and asshole had been stretched and loosened,‭ ‬the rest of her was tight and tense.‭ ‬It took awhile,‭ ‬an hour by the clock on the wall,‭ ‬but she finally stretched out.



She had a good sweat going and decided it was enough for today.‭ ‬She stripped down to her swimsuit and sat in the sauna.‭ ‬The heat loosened her some more and she melted into the heat,‭ ‬all the impurities sweating out of her body.‭ ‬She imagined Roy’s cum oozing out of her pores as she sweated on the wooden bench.



A quick shower to wash off the sweat and she stepped out to the pool.‭ ‬The glare was blinding and she fumbled for her sunglasses,‭ ‬her eyes watering from the bright light.‭ ‬With her sunglasses on her eyes adjusted and she took a look at the pool.‭ ‬It was a decent sized pool,‭ ‬but set up more for playing than swimming.‭ ‬Again,‭ ‬she had the place to herself‭; ‬it was Monday and the new guests had not checked in yet.



Elaine set her stuff down on a chair and jumped into the water.‭ ‬It was chilly,‭ ‬but warmer than the creek she had been in with Roy.‭ ‬She happily swam from end to end,‭ ‬doing laps in the short pool.‭ ‬When she had pushed herself to the point of exhaustion she climbed out.‭



As she was drying off she saw a group of people coming out of the hotel.‭ ‬They were on a tour and leading the tour was Kristy.‭ ‬She was at the head of about a dozen older Asians.



‭”‬This is our pool,‭” ‬Kristy was telling them,‭ ‬but once again she only had eyes for Elaine.‭ ‬Elaine was very aware that all she was wearing was a skimpy bathing suit.‭ ‬She was toweling off her hair when the group came out so the towel did not hide the goose bumps on her fair skin or her hard nipples poking through her top.‭ “‬It’s kind of quiet now,‭ ‬but will be happening by the afternoon.‭ ‬How’s the water‭?” ‬she called out to Elaine.



Elaine hesitated but found the ability to answer,‭ “‬Nice,‭ ‬very nice.‭” ‬She met eyes briefly with Kristy then resumed drying off as fast as she could.‭ ‬This woman had violated Elaine last night,‭ ‬and now she seemed to revel in following Elaine and reminding her of the fact.‭ ‬She had made Elaine please her and seemed proud of that.



‭”‬That is our pool bar,‭” ‬Kristy continued her tour,‭ “‬it opens at two.‭” ‬She led them past the pool and back into the casino,‭ ‬winking at Elaine as they continued.

Elaine hurried back to her room‭; ‬at least Kristy was not at her desk.‭ ‬She felt great,‭ ‬her body had the pleasant ache a good workout brought.‭ ‬She tried not to think about Kristy and hopped in for another long,‭ ‬hot shower.



After the shower she rubbed lotion into her skin,‭ ‬making it nice and soft for her owner.‭ ‬It also kept her from itching,‭ ‬too,‭ ‬but that was just an added bonus.‭ ‬She dried her hair and was looking forward to a nice lunch when Roy got back,‭ ‬or maybe a nap until then.‭ ‬She hung up her towel and stepped naked out of the bathroom.



‭”‬Naked again‭? ‬Just for me‭?” ‬Elaine froze and felt a chill in her stomach as she saw Kristy sitting on the couch.‭ ‬Kristy looked Elaine up and down slowly and deliberately.‭ ‬Kristy had changed into a pair of short shorts and a sleeveless blouse.



Elaine heard Roy laugh and saw him bringing a tray with three glasses of whiskey and ice to the coffee table.



‭”‬You are pale as a ghost,‭ ‬Slave,‭” ‬Roy chuckled at her.‭ “‬Get dressed,‭ ‬Kristy will be joining us for lunch.‭”



“Yes,‭ ‬Master,‭” ‬Elaine turned to get her dress.



‭”‬Don’t feel you have to get dressed on my account,‭” ‬Kristy taunted her,‭ “‬it’s nothing I haven’t see,‭ ‬or done,‭ ‬before.‭”



Elaine blushed and hurriedly slipped on her dress.‭ ‬She took a second to try to regain her composure.‭ ‬Roy was sitting at the other end of the couch and motioned for Elaine to sit down between him and Kristy.‭ ‬Elaine walked over on bare feet and sat between the two people who had raped her.



Roy handed a drink to Kristy and one to Elaine.‭ ‬The glass felt cold in her trembling fingers.‭ ‬Roy raised his glass for a toast.‭ “‬To Elaine,‭ ‬who has brought us so much pleasure,‭” ‬he said and the three of them,‭ ‬Elaine somewhat reluctantly,‭ ‬clinked their glasses together.‭ ‬Kristy and Roy took small sips of theirs,‭ ‬Elaine nearly drained hers in one.‭ ‬She needed something to calm her nerves.



‭”‬Kristy has recommended a nice pizza place around the corner,‭” ‬Roy said to Elaine.‭ “‬She will join us for lunch then come back with us for a while.‭” ‬He left it hang for a minute,‭ ‬letting the implications sink in to Elaine.



‭”‬As Master wishes,‭” ‬Elaine mumbled.



‭”‬Master wishes,‭” ‬Roy said.‭ “‬After than we will go see Mark and thank him for helping clean the mess from yesterday.‭”



“Yes,‭ ‬Master,‭” ‬Elaine tried not to look at Kristy,‭ ‬but she was very aware of the presence of the strong young woman beside her.



Kristy began to babble on about Elko and the pizza place where they would be eating.‭ ‬Elaine really wasn’t paying attention.‭ ‬While Kristy droned on about the railroad and Basque shepherds Elaine was wondering about the rest of the day.‭ ‬She was forced to remember that her body now existed for the pleasure of others.



Finally,‭ ‬Elaine realized that Kristy was done talking and the glasses were empty.‭ ‬Elaine felt a little light headed and buzzed from drinking the whiskey on an empty stomach.‭ ‬Kristy and Roy stood up and got ready to go.‭ ‬Roy offered Elaine a helping hand to stand up.‭ ‬Silently,‭ ‬she stood,‭ ‬slipped on her sandals and followed Roy and Kristy out.



They passed through the haze of smoke of the casino.‭ ‬Just walking through made Elaine want to cough and scrub her hair.‭ ‬Kristy and Roy walked in front of her,‭ ‬talking and laughing.‭ ‬Out on the street the heat hit them.‭ ‬It was not as oppressive as it was in Las Vegas,‭ ‬but still uncomfortable.‭



They walked around the corner and into a narrow store front and Elaine felt better.‭ ‬When her father was alive,‭ ‬he had a nose for good pizza.‭ ‬He had been born and bred in New York City,‭ ‬Queens to be exact,‭ ‬and even after he had left the city he still had a knack for finding good pizza.‭ ‬On many road trips as a child,‭ ‬Elaine had sat in the car while he drove around strange towns looking for pizza.‭ ‬He would stop at a likely looking restaurant,‭ ‬leave the rest of the family in the car and go inside and check the place out.‭ ‬In a few minutes he would come back and they would either drive on and repeat the drill or go inside.‭ ‬Elaine had never had bad pizza with her father,‭ ‬when one of her childhood friends had taken her to have her first bad pizza,‭ ‬she had been appalled.‭ ‬To Elaine,‭ ‬bad pizza was like bad sex:‭ ‬not worth the effort.‭



‬This was going to be good pizza,‭ ‬she knew that before they even ordered.‭ ‬The store was long and narrow with a counter at the back where they ordered.‭ ‬At some point they had expanded into the store front next door and just knocked a door in the wall and put in more tables.‭ ‬The tables were long with benches instead of chairs and red and white checked table cloths.‭ ‬It was the end of the lunch rush and the place was still busy.‭ ‬Elaine could see big,‭ ‬thin crust pizzas served on beat up pans,‭ ‬eaten off of paper plates with metal silverware.‭ ‬Each table had red pepper,‭ ‬Parmesan cheese and salt and pepper.‭ ‬There was none of the proliferation of shakers that seemed to crop up these days.‭ ‬Best of all was the staff.‭ ‬A cute young Italian looking girl took the orders at the counter.‭ ‬She could not have been more than‭ ‬16‭ ‬years old.‭ ‬A young boy bussed the tables and another young man pulled pizzas out of the oven while an old guy with bushy eye bros and curly gray hair spread the cheese and sauce on the dough.‭ ‬They all looked alike,‭ ‬a family business.‭



‬Elaine had no idea what was going to happen to her later,‭ ‬but she knew she was going to have a good lunch.‭



‬Kristy approached the counter,‭ ‬the young woman smiled up at her.‭



“‬Hey,‭ ‬Kristy‭” ‬she said.‭ “‬You wanna slice‭?”



“‬No,‭ ‬Nancy,‭” ‬she answered and winked at the young man pulling another pizza out of the oven.‭ ‬He tried not to be obvious as he checked her out.‭ ‬It was apparent he had a huge crush on her.‭ “‬These are some new friends from the casino.‭ ‬Why don’t you give us an extra large pepperoni and a pitcher of Coors.‭”



“‬Sure thing,‭ ‬Kristy,‭” ‬she turned back to the older man making the pizzas.‭ “‬You got that,‭ ‬Dad‭?”



“‬I got it,‭” ‬he answered.‭ ‬He looked at Kristy,‭ “‬why don’t you have a seat and I’ll bring your beer out to you.‭”



“‬Sure thing,‭ ‬Lenny.‭”



‬Roy stepped forward and paid the bill,‭ ‬dropping a ten in the tip jar and they all sat down at a table in the back.‭ ‬Elaine was feeling more confident and hungry.‭ ‬Kristy was next to Elaine and quickly put her hand on Elaine’s thigh,‭ ‬sliding slightly up her skirt.



Lenny brought the pitcher and poured three glasses.‭ ‬Elaine sipped on hers while Kristy and Roy made small talk.‭ ‬Elaine’s mind was elsewhere,‭ ‬thinking of pizza places she had visited,‭ ‬including one over priced mediocre restaurant just outside the park at the Grand Canyon.‭ ‬She and Amanda had eaten there a lot.‭ ‬Kristy’s hand sliding between her legs made Elaine think of the times Amanda had taken her out for pizza then stopped in the forest on the way back for some rough sex.‭ ‬Elaine did miss Amanda.



The pizza arrived.‭ ‬Elaine’s instinct was correct:‭ ‬the pizza was great.‭ ‬Elaine plowed through several pieces while Kristy and Roy talked.‭ ‬From when she paid attention she could tell that Kristy wanted out of Elko and Roy was offering to put a good word in for her at some of the casinos in Las Vegas.‭ ‬A lot of the rest of the conversations was the technical details of applying and dealing with the unions.‭ ‬It bored Elaine,‭ ‬but she did like the pizza.



Kristy would take her hand off Elaine’s thigh when she needed to eat,‭ ‬but otherwise kept it there.‭ ‬Kristy slid her hand between Elaine’s legs,‭ ‬or sometimes up her skirt a little bit,‭ ‬but Elaine just focused on eating.‭ ‬Elaine really did not like Kristy.‭ ‬It went beyond how Kristy had raped her yesterday,‭ ‬there was just something about the young woman’s personality that rubbed Elaine the wrong way.‭ ‬She found her conversation self centered and inane and would prefer to have nothing to do with Kristy if at all possible.‭ ‬She struck Elaine as the kind of person who could have an hour long conversation entirely about herself.‭ ‬The fact that Elaine knew Roy was going to make her perform for Kristy was almost intolerable,‭ ‬the idea of having to deal with her again if she moved to Las Vegas was too much.‭ ‬But,‭ ‬Elaine reminded herself,‭ ‬she had signed away the right to say no.‭ ‬If that was what Roy wanted,‭ ‬that was what she would do.‭



Elaine grabbed another slice of pizza‭; ‬she knew she was eating more than her share,‭ ‬but she was determined to get as much out this lunch as she could before they went back to the room.



Roy was enjoying himself.‭ ‬Elaine’s dislike of Kristy was palpable.‭ ‬He could see it in the way she almost angrily snatched piece after piece of pizza and the way she pointedly ignored Kristy’s hand on her leg.‭ ‬The pizza was good,‭ ‬but Roy had not developed the same taste for it that Elaine had‭; ‬to him pizza was pizza.‭ ‬He could tell Kristy was aware of Elaine’s dislike for her,‭ ‬too.‭ ‬It seemed that Kristy was not really fond of Elaine,‭ ‬but liked the power she held over the older woman and certainly lusted after her body.‭ ‬He looked forward to all the things he would let Kristy do to Elaine when she came to Las Vegas.



They finished their lunch and the beer and with goodbyes to Lenny and his family went back to the casino.‭ ‬Guests were starting to trickle in and there was a decent sized crowd in the lobby.‭ ‬Without a word the three of them took the elevator,‭ ‬sharing it with an overweight older couple decked out in University of Nebraska gear,‭ ‬and went to the suite.



‭”‬In about an hour we need to be ready to head out,‭” ‬he said to Kristy,‭ “‬but since Elaine was so good at shoveling pizza into her mouth,‭ ‬I think she should show us what else her mouth is good for.‭”



Kristy sidled up to Elaine.‭ ‬With one hand she grabbed a handful of Elaine’s hair,‭ ‬tilted the older woman’s head back and kissed her.‭ ‬Kristy’s tongue invaded Elaine’s mouth,‭ ‬roughly probing and finding Elaine’s tongue,‭ ‬pinning it down.‭ ‬Kristy’s other hand slid up Elaine’s skirt and cupped her ass.



Roy watched in fascination as Kristy kissed Elaine.‭ ‬Elaine was not really responding,‭ ‬but just accepting what Kristy was doing to her.‭ ‬Only when Kristy’s hand reached between her legs and into Elaine’s slit did Elaine show any response.‭ ‬As Kristy’s fingers slid into her slit Elaine tried to pull away,‭ ‬but Kristy’s hand in her hair held her tight.‭ ‬Roy sat down and enjoyed the show‭; ‬he was glad he had run into Kristy today.‭ ‬He also looked forward to seeing Kristy in Las Vegas,‭ ‬the obvious distaste Elaine had for her would make her submission all the more satisfying.



Kristy broke off the kiss and let go of Elaine.



‭”‬I know what her pretty mouth can do,‭” ‬Kristy taunted,‭ “‬I got to enjoy it yesterday,‭ ‬didn’t I,‭ ‬slut‭?”



Elaine did not say anything,‭ ‬she was remembering being forced to suck on Kristy’s nipples,‭ ‬having the young brunette ride her face.



‭”‬Kristy asked you a question,‭ ‬Slave,‭” ‬Roy chided her.



‭”‬Yes,‭ ‬Master,‭” ‬Elaine answered,‭ “‬Kristy enjoyed my mouth yesterday.‭” ‬She blushed in humiliation.



‭”‬Strip,‭ ‬Slave,‭” ‬Roy ordered her.



‭”‬Yes,‭ ‬Master,‭” ‬Elaine answered and slipped her dress off while Kirsty leered at her.‭ ‬In a second she stood naked in front of her younger tormentor.



Kristy slipped off her shorts and panties,‭ ‬but left her blouse on.



‭”‬Now,‭ ‬Slave,‭” ‬Roy said and tossed a pair of handcuffs to Elaine,‭ “‬put these on.‭ ‬Then get on your knees and make Kristy cum.‭”



“Yes,‭ ‬Master.‭” ‬She blushed as she clicked the cuffs on and dropped to her knees in front of Kristy.‭ ‬Kristy smiled wickedly and took off her blouse.‭ ‬Roy got to see her large,‭ ‬perfect breasts for the first time.‭ ‬He was going to enjoy letting Kristy use Elaine.



Even though Elaine detested Kristy,‭ ‬she was getting very aroused now.‭ ‬Kristy had an amazing body and despite Elaine’s dislike of the young woman,‭ ‬Elaine thought she might as well enjoy it.‭ ‬Yesterday had been too sudden and unexpected for Elaine to really to get into it,‭ ‬but now she was getting a chance to be submissive to another woman,‭ ‬just like she had planned when she left her apartment in Prescott four days ago.



Elaine reminded herself that she was doing this for her owner,‭ ‬she wanted to give him a good show and prove what an obedient slave she could be.‭ ‬Elaine started kissing and licking at‭ ‬Kristy’s knee and worked her way up the soft inside of Kristy’s powerful thigh.‭ ‬When she reached the top she gave Kristy’s shaved cunt one quick lick then started on the other leg.‭ ‬Kristy’s thighs intrigued Elaine,‭ ‬she wanted to spend some time exploring them.‭ ‬She had not had a chance to show off her skills yesterday,‭ ‬today she was going to make the most out of time with Kristy.



Elaine kept licking and kissing the silky smoothness of the inside of Kristy’s thighs,‭ ‬only occasionally venturing up for a lick or two at Kristy’s swollen,‭ ‬wet pussy.‭ ‬Slowly,‭ ‬she worked her way up.‭ ‬Kissing higher and higher on her thigh and spending more time licking her sopping cunt.‭ ‬Elaine could hear Kristy’s heavy breathing and feel her muscles tense up,‭ ‬Elaine knew she was doing a good job.



Finally,‭ ‬Elaine scooted up and buried her face in Kristy’s crotch.‭ ‬She attacked it with all the knowledge Amanda had taught her and all the enthusiasm she had pent up inside her.‭ ‬Her tongue snaked inside the younger woman’s canal,‭ ‬her lips pulled at Kristy’s rings.‭ ‬She brushed at‭ ‬Kristy’s swollen clit with her nose then licked and sucked it.‭



Elaine lost herself in the moment.‭ ‬She had loved it when Amanda had‭ “‬made‭” ‬her lick her pussy and she had not realized how much she had missed going down on a woman until now.‭ ‬Yesterday it had been so sudden,‭ ‬so shocking when Kristy took her that she had not really had too much time to enjoy it.‭ ‬Now she could really savor it.



Kristy climaxed with another string of curses and grunts,‭ ‬to Elaine they sounded something like‭ “‬grnngraaaafuckfuckfuckuhhnnnyeahyeahfuuuuck‭”‬.‭ ‬Elaine did not let up but attacked Kristy’s clit and pussy with even more vigor.‭ ‬No sooner had Kristy come down off her first orgasm then Elaine brought her back up again.‭ ‬Elaine’s face was now wet with her spit and Kristy’s juices.‭



The second orgasm was followed by a third.‭ ‬By now Elaine’s mouth was getting tired and it was actually a relief when Kristy grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head off her crotch.‭ ‬She smiled down at the older woman.



‭”‬Nice job,‭ ‬slut,‭” ‬Kristy purred,‭ ‬tugging on Elaine’s hair.‭ “‬You’re a great little cunt licker and a tasty little piece of ass.‭ ‬I wish I had more time to do things to you.‭ ‬You look so natural on your knees with your face buried in my snatch.‭” ‬Wobbly kneed,‭ ‬Kristy plopped down in a chair and poured herself more of Roy’s whiskey.



Roy was utterly amazed.‭ ‬He had known that Elaine had a history of sex with Amanda,‭ ‬but had not grasped her skill and enthusiasm until now.‭ ‬He had spent so much time doing things to her that he had never really thought about what she could do on her own.‭ ‬He was already running through a mental list of all the women with whom he could share her.



Right now,‭ ‬though,‭ ‬he had his own needs.‭ ‬His cock was hard and throbbing after watching Elaine’s performance and he wanted her.‭ ‬He took Kristy’s place in front of the submissive older woman and opened his pants.



Elaine took a deep breath as she saw Roy’s cock in front of her face.‭ ‬She was a little tired after performing on Kristy but knew what was demanded of her.‭ ‬With the flavor of the dominant younger woman still strong in her mouth,‭ ‬Elaine began to lick her owner’s shaft.‭ ‬She just wanted to get this part finished and hoped that one of them would make her cum.



It amused Roy to watch Elaine try to suck cock.‭ ‬She seemed so good at eating pussy,‭ ‬but did not really get sucking cock.‭ ‬He knew that with enough practice and training she would get better at it,‭ ‬and she would certainly get lots of practice,‭ ‬but right now he really did not have the patience to instruct her.‭ ‬He just wanted to fuck her beautiful face,‭ ‬to see his cock violate her pretty mouth.‭ ‬He lightly grabbed a handful of hair and Elaine stopped licking,‭ ‬she already knew what he wanted and opened her mouth for him.



Elaine felt the bulb of her owner’s cock slip into her mouth.‭ ‬She sucked on it gently as he paused,‭ ‬filling her mouth for just a moment before pushing deeper.‭ ‬She felt the hard flesh push over her tongue and she closed her eyes bracing for what was next.‭ ‬Into the back of mouth,‭ ‬and her gag reflex kicked in,‭ ‬her body trying to expel something that had no business being this deep into her mouth.‭ ‬Elaine knew Roy enjoyed the feel of her throat spasming on his cock,‭ ‬but Elaine hated it and just wished he would get all the way in.‭ ‬Then he was,‭ ‬her throat filled with him.‭ ‬She just tried to relax and let him have his way.



He was fast and rough.‭ ‬His hands held Elaine’s head as he fucked away in her mouth and throat.‭ ‬He pumped fast for a few minutes then slowed to delay his orgasm,‭ ‬enjoying a few more moments of her hot,‭ ‬wet throat wrapped around his cock.‭ ‬When he knew he was ready to cum he sped up again.‭ ‬He thought about blowing his wad on her face,‭ ‬but they really did not have the time to get cleaned up again.‭ ‬Almost reluctantly,‭ ‬he shot his load inside her,‭ ‬trying to keep as much of it in her mouth so she could taste him as he did.



Elaine gagged again as he came,‭ ‬her mouth filled with the salty cum.‭ ‬She did not enjoy the taste of cum,‭ ‬but she liked the feeling of being controlled and used that it conveyed.‭ ‬Her pussy ached,‭ ‬being forced to pleasure first Kristy then Roy made her very horny and she wanted to get off.



Roy had other plans.‭ ‬He zipped his fly back up and without a word to Elaine,‭ ‬turned to Kristy.



‭”‬We need to head out soon.‭ ‬You can get the rest of our stuff shipped back to Vegas‭?” ‬He asked her.



‭”‬Sure,‭” ‬Kristy answered,‭ “‬I’ll get my resume‭’ ‬to you in a couple of days.‭” ‬The brunette dressed,‭ ‬keeping an eye on Elaine as she did.‭ ‬She wanted to do many more things to this slave and hoped Roy would give her the chance.



Kristy kissed Elaine on the top of her head as she was getting ready to go.‭ “‬Bye.‭ ‬slut.‭ ‬I’ll see you later.‭” ‬She shook hands with Roy and left.



Elaine remained kneeling naked on the floor while Roy packed up their belongings for Kristy to ship to Las Vegas for them.‭ ‬She wondered what her life there would be like,‭ ‬when her only function was the pleasure of Roy.‭ ‬Would it make more sense‭? ‬Would he body hold up to the constant abuse‭? ‬Her future,‭ ‬anything from this moment on,‭ ‬was a mystery to her.



Roy had everything bagged up and ready to go except what they would be wearing tonight.‭ ‬He still had not let her in on what he had planned,‭ ‬but she could guess it involved at least one person using her for an orgasm.‭ ‬That was what she had signed on for,‭ ‬she reminded herself.‭ ‬What if Amanda had been there at Gold Wash‭? ‬Where would she be now‭? ‬Probably getting ready to be fucked by Frank Goller,‭ ‬she thought wryly.‭ ‬At least with Roy she had had some control over who would own her.‭ ‬Not much,‭ ‬but a little.



Roy was in his usual travel clothes of jeans and long black t-shirt.‭ ‬She wished he would show off his legs more,‭ ‬but the jeans and t-shirt gave him a bad boy look that stirred Elaine deep inside.‭ ‬She ran her tongue around her mouth,‭ ‬tasting his cum still inside her,‭ ‬reminding her of his cock sliding down into her throat.‭ ‬She tried to get onto another train of thought before she got wet again,‭ ‬but seeing him in those jeans,‭ ‬she could not help but remember how the button and zipper felt against the back of her thighs the first time he raped her.‭ ‬Her life had changed the moment he had penetrated her.

She had thought he would have her wear her sun dress.‭ ‬It was demure,‭ ‬yet sexy and revealing at the same time.‭ ‬Instead,‭ ‬he had out the short skirt she had bought this morning and a white button down dress shirt.



‭”‬Dress,‭ ‬Slave,‭” ‬he ordered her,‭ ‬snapping his fingers and pointing at the clothes on the bed.



‭”‬Yes,‭ ‬Master,‭” ‬she rose and dressed.‭ ‬It did not take long.‭ ‬Of course,‭ ‬there was no panties or bra.‭ ‬Elaine looked in the mirror and was relieved that the skirt did come down at least two or three inches below the curve of her ass and while standing still,‭ ‬her naked crotch was hidden.‭ ‬She buttoned all but the top button on her blouse and presented herself to Roy.



He looked her up and down then unbuttoned two more buttons on top‭; ‬now any fast movement,‭ ‬or a stiff breeze,‭ ‬would show her firm breasts.‭ ‬He smiled,‭ ‬then opened the two bottom buttons and tied the bottom of the blouse into a knot.‭ ‬It tightened it up some so her breasts were not as exposed,‭ ‬but now her flat belly and navel were revealed.‭ ‬Elaine felt very open to inspection,‭ ‬very sexual.



‭”‬Turn around,‭” ‬Roy told her.



‭”‬Yes,‭ ‬Master,‭” ‬Elaine turned in a circle while Roy looked her over head to foot.



‭”‬You are a beautiful slave,‭ ‬Elaine,‭” ‬he said to her and slid a hand up her skirt to cup her ass.



‭”‬Thank you,‭ ‬Master,‭” ‬she said,‭ ‬looking up into his eyes.‭ “‬I belong to you.‭”



“Slave,‭ ‬Elaine,‭” ‬he said to her,‭ ‬very seriously.



‭”‬Yes,‭ ‬Master,‭” ‬she paused,‭ ‬then added softly,‭ “‬Roy.‭” ‬Saying his name gave her a thrill.



‭”‬Tonight will be the roughest thing you have had to deal with as a slave.‭ ‬It will be worse than anything I have done to you so far,‭” ‬he looked into her beautiful eyes and let the seriousness of what he was saying sink in.‭ “‬But remember that you are my property and you must do as you are told.‭ ‬Do you understand‭?”



“Yes,‭ ‬Master.‭”



“I will be there through all of it and I will make sure you are safe.‭”



“Yes,‭ ‬Master.‭” ‬She looked down,‭ ‬trying not to imagine what was going to happen to her.



‭”‬Okay,‭” ‬he said,‭ ‬offering her the leather jacket,‭ “‬let’s go.‭”



Elaine stepped into her sandals and put the jacket on.‭ ‬Roy had not had it cleaned,‭ ‬so she could still feel the crusty semen from her day with the cowboys in the mountains.‭ ‬Dead men’s cum,‭ ‬she noted wryly,‭ ‬and some of‭ ‬Roy’s too.‭ ‬Roy opened the door and followed Elaine out.‭ ‬They walked down the hall and passed the same room service waiter.‭ ‬Elaine wondered if he was the only one and if he ever had any time off.‭ ‬He stared at Elaine’s legs as she walked past,‭ ‬Roy gave him a knowing wink and smile.



It was around three o’clock when Roy helped her onto the back of the motorcycle.‭ ‬He lifted her chin and locked the collar on.‭ ‬Elaine kept her eyes on his,‭ ‬hoping no one else saw this.‭ ‬He put the helmet on her and dropped the visor down so she could not see.‭ ‬He climbed on in front of her and,‭ ‬much to her surprise,‭ ‬he cuffed her hands around him.‭ ‬She was startled by this,‭ ‬he knew she was not going to try to escape,‭ ‬what did he have in store for her‭?



They were on the move.‭ ‬Elaine had no idea where they were going,‭ ‬she could not see anything but it felt like they were on a paved road.‭ ‬The wind was nice and cooling and the breeze up her short skirt was stimulating.‭ ‬Whenever he had the chance,‭ ‬Roy would reach back and stroke her thigh.‭ ‬Elaine was not sure how long they rode,‭ ‬but after a while they turned on to a dirt road.‭ ‬It was only a few minutes after that that they stopped.



Roy uncuffed Elaine and got off.‭ ‬He took off the jacket then cuffed her hands again.‭ ‬Elaine let him help her off the motorcycle,‭ ‬his hands sliding her skirt up as he did,‭ ‬exposing her perfect ass.‭ ‬She held still as he hooked a leash on to her collar and finally took off the helmet.‭ ‬Elaine looked around.‭ ‬The first thing she noticed was a group of cowboys watching her.‭



The cowboys were standing by the back of a pickup truck in the shade of a cottonwood,‭ ‬done with their work for the day.‭ ‬They all knew what was going to happen to Elaine,‭ ‬she was not the first woman on a leash they had seen led into the big house.‭ ‬There was something special about this one,‭ ‬though.‭ ‬A kind of innocence and beauty that transcended her cuffs,‭ ‬collar and leash.‭ ‬Each one wanted to run off with this one,‭ ‬to own her and do with her what they wished.‭ ‬The boisterous laughing and talking had ceased when they saw her and an awed,‭ ‬respectful silence followed as she was led toward the house.‭ ‬All eyes were on Elaine,‭ ‬drinking in every second they got to see her.‭ ‬When she was brought into the main house they resumed their conversations,‭ ‬but now in hushed tones.‭ ‬No one talked about the beautiful woman they had just watched,‭ ‬but each one savored his memory of her.



Roy led Elaine up onto the porch of the big house.‭ ‬This was definitely a working ranch.‭ ‬The big house was a little bit of luxury,‭ ‬a sprawling wooden house with a satellite dish and the hum of air conditioning.‭ ‬Other buildings surrounded it:‭ ‬a barn,‭ ‬a few bunkhouses,‭ ‬workshops,‭ ‬storage buildings and a huge water tank fed from a windmill.‭ ‬Pickup trucks,‭ ‬cattle and horse trailers and atv’s were parked neatly‭; ‬there was definite order to the compound.‭ ‬A little farther away from the house were the cattle pens and horse corral.‭ ‬One thing Elaine did not see was another woman.‭ ‬She knew she was not getting out of here until they were finished with her.‭ ‬She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself and not be too scared.



They were greeted on porch by a man coming out of the front door of the main house.‭ ‬He was a short,‭ ‬muscular man who looked to be in his early‭ ‬40s,‭ ‬with a crew cut.‭ ‬He was wearing a long sleeve khaki shirt and jeans.‭ ‬His face was clean shaven,‭ ‬but through the open top buttons of his shirt Elaine could see a mass of curly,‭ ‬dark hair.‭ ‬She could see an assortment of tattoos that she guessed were military in nature.‭ ‬He had a couple of small scars on his face and one long linear one on his right arm that disappeared up into his sleeve.‭ ‬Elaine was learning to recognize the edge of violence in men and saw it in this one‭; ‬he would hurt people,‭ ‬he would hurt her.‭



Roy warmly took his hand,‭ “‬Sam,‭” ‬he said in greeting,‭ “‬nice to see you again.‭”



Sam returned the smile.‭ “‬Roy,‭ ‬come on in,‭” ‬he said,‭ “‬Mark’s waiting inside.‭” ‬He held the door open,‭ ‬Roy led Elaine past him.‭ ‬He slowly and deliberately looked Elaine up and down with the look of a man who fully expected to have his way with her.‭ ‬Elaine shrank back and leaned away from him as they passed.



Roy followed Sam down a hallway into a den.‭ ‬Sam offered Roy a chair.‭ ‬Roy pointed to a cushion on the floor beside the chair.‭ “‬Kneel,‭ ‬Slave.‭”



“Yes,‭ ‬Master.‭” ‬Elaine did not know what was going to happen,‭ ‬but she knew that blind obedience to her master was the best strategy.‭ ‬They would do what they wanted to her,‭ ‬but she did not want to give them a reason to punish her.‭ ‬She also hated to admit it,‭ ‬but she did not want embarrass Roy,‭ ‬either.



‭”‬Can I get you a drink,‭ ‬Roy‭?” ‬Sam asked.



‭”‬Yes,‭ ‬please.‭”



“How about your slave‭?”



“Please.‭ ‬I think she’ll need it.‭”



Sam chuckled and went to the shelf.‭ ‬He made up four scotch on the rocks,‭ ‬and handed two to Roy.‭ ‬Roy passed one to Elaine and she gratefully took it with her cuffed hands.‭ ‬She sipped on it,‭ ‬feeling the warmth radiate out from her stomach and calm begin to take over.



Roy and Sam made small talk about the weather,‭ ‬cattle and a few mutual acquaintances.‭ ‬It was obvious they were waiting for Mark.‭ ‬Finally the door opened and Mark came in.‭ ‬He was‭ ‬5‭’‬10‭” ‬with a stocky build and slightly thinning brown hair.‭ ‬He had a mustache and was rather handsome.‭ ‬There was an air of calm and control about him,‭ ‬he reeked of success.‭ ‬He was wearing faded jeans,‭ ‬a perfectly clean white button down shirt and cowboy boots.‭ ‬He had a slightly annoyed and distracted look on his face when he entered that faded into genuine enthusiasm when he shook hands with Roy.‭ ‬Elaine could not help but feel attracted to this man,‭ ‬even though she knew she should fear him.



He looked down appraisingly at Elaine.‭ “‬So this is what the trouble is all about,‭” ‬he said and softly stroked her cheek.‭ “‬She is beautiful,‭ ‬Roy.‭”



“Thank you,‭ ‬Mark.‭”



“And still new to the collar,‭ ‬too.‭ ‬If you ever consider selling her,‭ ‬let me know.‭ ‬I’ll make you a good offer on her.‭”



A chill ran through Elaine.‭ ‬It was a reminder that she was property,‭ ‬she might belong to Roy now but there was no guarantee she always would.



‭”‬Thanks,‭ ‬Mark.‭ ‬I plan on keeping her but I’ll keep you in mind,‭” ‬Roy answered.



Mark sat down behind the desk and drained his scotch.



‭”‬Okay,‭” ‬he said in a serious tone,‭ “‬let’s get down to business.‭ ‬Sam,‭ ‬you checked out the bodies‭?”



“Yessir,‭” ‬the stocky man answered.‭ “‬It’s just like Roy described.‭ ‬It looks like an accident.‭ ‬Unless they go CSI on it no one will ever know anything happened there.‭”



“And no one will go CSI on it,‭” ‬Mark interjected,‭ “‬I can guarantee that.‭”



Sam turned to Roy.‭ “‬Nicely done,‭ ‬Roy.‭ ‬It’s nice work.‭ ‬You ever done this sort of thing before‭?”



Elaine anxiously waited for the answer,‭ ‬eager to know more about her owner.



Roy smiled mysteriously.‭ “‬I’ll plead the Fifth on that one.‭”



Both Sam and Mark laughed.‭ “‬Yeah,‭” ‬Sam said,‭ “‬as Liddy says,‭ ‬there’s no statute of limitations on murder.‭”



“What about the gun and the shell casings‭? ‬Any problem with those‭?” ‬Roy asked.



Sam waved his hand dismissively.‭ “‬Drunk cowboys shooting from the back of pickup is not exactly uncommon.‭ ‬Even if they look that hard and match up those casings with the gun no one is going to care.‭”



“Sam’s right,‭” ‬Mark added.‭ “‬These were not model citizens.‭ ‬Neither was local so their families are not going to be looking for them.‭ ‬It will be ruled an accident and that will be that.‭”



“So,‭ ‬we’re all set‭?” ‬Roy asked.



‭”‬Case closed,‭” ‬Mark said smugly.



‭”‬Well,‭ ‬thank you,‭” ‬Roy said sincerely.‭ “‬If you ever have any tech problems I can solve,‭ ‬let me know.‭”



“There are a few things I might need help with.‭ ‬I have some files I need to keep accessible and hidden at the same time,‭” ‬Mark answered.



‭”‬Okay,‭ ‬drop me a line and I’ll take care of it,‭” ‬said Roy.



Mark leaned back and poured himself another scotch.‭ “‬Well,‭ ‬is there anything else,‭ ‬then‭?”



Roy sat forward and spoke formally.‭ “‬Since you have helped me so much I feel that the least I can do is offer to share my slave with you gentlemen tonight.‭”



Elaine froze.‭ ‬So this is what he had planned all along.



Mark and Sam smiled.‭ “‬We would love to,‭” ‬Mark answered.‭



The three men continued to talk while they sipped on their drinks.‭ ‬It turned out Roy knew The Hunter fairly well and Sam had a professional curiosity about him.‭ ‬Sam tried to pump Roy for information,‭ ‬but Roy answered evasively.



‭”‬Come on,‭ ‬Roy,‭” ‬Sam probed,‭ “‬weren’t you with him at Arsenic Wells‭?”



“Sam,‭” ‬Roy answered patiently,‭ “‬imagine you’re me.‭ ‬Would you talk about that‭?”



Sam looked annoyed for a second then clapped Roy on the shoulder.‭ “‬Fair enough,‭ ‬Roy.‭ ‬You can’t blame me for trying.‭ ‬It might be interesting to work with him someday.‭ ‬Or against him.‭”



Elaine watched Mark during this exchange.‭ ‬He listened intently and seemed to have gotten whatever information it was that he wanted.‭ ‬Mark swiftly changed to conversation to computers and he and Roy were soon talking in terms that seemed like a foreign language to Elaine.‭ ‬Her thoughts turned to what was going to happen to her.‭ ‬As much as she knew she should be afraid,‭ ‬she was instead turned on.‭ ‬The fact that she knew there was no escape heightened her arousal when it should have terrified her.‭ ‬They were going to gang bang her tonight,‭ ‬she thought and took a deep breath.



They finished their drinks and Mark said‭ “‬let’s go to the playroom.‭”



The men all stood up.‭ ‬Roy handed Elaine’s leash to Mark.‭ “‬If you please,‭” ‬Roy said.



Mark gave the leash a sharp tug and Elaine rose to her feet.‭ ‬Mark roughly pulled her out the door and down the hall.‭ ‬Elaine was scared,‭ ‬but also very turned on.‭ ‬These three men were going to use her body all night.‭ ‬She would get fucked everywhere over and over.‭ ‬She knew what Roy could do to her and she sensed that Mark and Sam would do that and more.‭ ‬She had lost all control and now she was heading down the hall to be gang raped and she was dripping wet.‭ ‬She knew she was meant to be a slave.



Elaine stumbled along as Mark pulled her through the hallway.‭ ‬Behind her,‭ ‬she heard Sam and Mark commenting on her ass.



‭”‬Yeah,‭” ‬Roy said,‭ “‬and it fucks as good as it looks.‭” ‬He reached forward and flipped up her skirt so Sam could get a better look at her ass as they walked along.



They wound up in front of a big,‭ ‬heavy wooden door.‭ ‬Mark pulled out a key and unlocked it.‭ ‬With a tug he pulled it open and led Elaine,‭ ‬Sam and Roy into the room.‭ ‬When they were all in he closed the door with a thud and locked it.‭ ‬Elaine was in,‭ ‬she was not going anywhere until Mark was done with her.



Elaine looked around‭; ‬the room was like something out of a pervert’s dream.‭ ‬A big,‭ ‬four posted bed was off to one side.‭ ‬On one wall there was a big wooden X with cuffs in the four corners of it.‭ ‬Next to it was a rack that held a variety of whips:‭ ‬there was a paddle,‭ ‬a razor strop,‭ ‬riding crop and a few Elaine could not even start to identify.‭ ‬In another part of the room a pair of leather cuffs hung from a chain dangling from the ceiling.‭ ‬An open wardrobe revealed a collection of harnesses,‭ ‬cuffs,‭ ‬gags,‭ ‬spreader bars and blindfolds.‭ ‬She craned her head and saw a table of lube and dildos.‭ ‬A pile of pads and wedges took up one corner,‭ ‬each looking like something from a gymnastics meet,‭ ‬but with handcuffs.‭ ‬She had a bad feeling about tonight.‭ ‬The rest of the room looked like a comfortable dungeon.‭ ‬There were no windows and only the one closed and locked door.‭ ‬Lights were spread on the beamed ceiling,‭ ‬some on,‭ ‬some off‭; ‬the walls were bare brick with pictures of bound and fucked women scattered on them.‭ ‬A few padded chairs were beside a small,‭ ‬round table and an overstuffed sofa was near the bed.‭ ‬It was obvious this room had one purpose and she was to be the center of that tonight.



Roy handed the keys to Elaine’s cuffs to Mark then addressed his slave.‭ “‬Slave,‭” ‬he told her,‭ “‬tonight you will obey Mark and Sam as you would obey me.‭ ‬You will do as you’re told.‭ ‬Do you understand‭?”



“Yes,‭ ‬Master,‭” ‬Elaine looked him briefly in the eyes then stared at the floor.



Roy stepped back and sat on one of the chairs.‭ ‬Mark moved in front of her and lifted her chin so she looked him in the eyes.



‭”‬We are going to have a lot of fun tonight.‭ ‬Do as we say and you’ll get out of this alright.‭ ‬You’re a slave,‭ ‬so you’ll probably enjoy most of it.‭ ‬If not,‭ ‬too bad.‭” ‬He leaned forward and kissed her softly,‭ ‬his tongue gently stroking her lips.‭ ‬He took off her cuffs.‭ ‬Elaine rubbed her wrists,‭ ‬but before she could do anything else,‭ ‬Mark reached out and grabbed her shirt.‭ ‬With a quick jerk he untied the knot above her stomach and with a second he ripped it open,‭ ‬the buttons flying across the room.



Elaine flinched,‭ ‬but held her ground.‭ ‬Mark slid the blouse off her unresisting arms then began fondling her breasts with both hands.‭ ‬His touch was rough,‭ ‬his hand calloused,‭ ‬but the violence of his undressing her already had her nipples hard.‭ ‬She breathed hard as one hand continued playing with her breasts while the other reached back and unfastened her skirt.‭ ‬It fell to the floor and Elaine was left wearing only a collar.‭ ‬Mark’s hands were all over her body,‭ ‬rubbing her ass,‭ ‬snaking between her legs to finger her wetness,‭ ‬pulling on her nipples.



‭”‬On your knees,‭ ‬Slave,‭” ‬Mark ordered her.



Elaine was not sure how to address him,‭ ‬but knew he would correct her if she was wrong.‭ “‬Yes,‭ ‬Master,‭” ‬and she dropped to her knees.



Mark chuckled as he began to strip.‭ “‬I’m not your master,‭ ‬sweetie.‭ ‬Only Roy gets called that.‭ ‬You will address Sam and me as‭ ‘‬Sir‭’‬.‭ ‬Do you understand‭?”



Elaine was eye level with the bulge in his pants.‭ “‬Yes,‭ ‬Sir.‭”



Mark took off his jeans and was now naked.‭ ‬He had a little body hair,‭ ‬but not as much as Roy or as much as she guessed Sam had.‭ ‬He looked good,‭ ‬lean and muscular,‭ ‬tanned with no scars or tattoos.‭ ‬She looked quickly to check out his cock‭; ‬that was what would be important to her.‭ ‬She was relieved to see that he was about the same size as Roy,‭ ‬maybe a little shorter but a little thicker,‭ ‬too.‭ ‬He stroked his cock and smiled down at her.‭ “‬Open up,‭ ‬Slave,‭” ‬he told her,‭ “‬let’s get the party started.‭”



Elaine obeyed and Mark filled her mouth with his cock.‭ ‬He slowly and deliberately forced it all the way in until her nose was buried in his pubic hair.‭ ‬Elaine had always thought that men shaving their pubic hair was less than masculine,‭ ‬but with a man’s pubic hair tickling her nose it did not seem like that much of a bad idea.‭ ‬At least the hair tickling her nose distracted her from the cock in her throat.‭ ‬Mark slid in and out a few times then left her mouth.



‭”‬Your turn,‭ ‬Slave,‭” ‬he said to her with his hands on his hips.‭ “‬Let’s see what you can do.‭”



Elaine wanted to apologize in advance for not being very good at sucking cock.‭ ‬She knew it was not her strong suit,‭ ‬it was always easier when the men just fucked her face.‭ ‬But Elaine knew she had to try and she was determined to give it her best effort.‭ ‬She licked his shaft from base to tip,‭ ‬sucked his balls and got as much of his cock in her mouth as she could,‭ ‬but she could tell this was not doing much for Mark.



‭”‬Roy,‭” ‬she heard Mark say as she tried to take him in her throat,‭ “‬do you know Bill Waites‭?”



“In Las Vegas‭?” ‬Roy replied.



‭”‬Yes.‭”



“I’ve crossed paths with him a few times at Association functions.‭ ‬Why‭?”



“He’s the best at teaching slaves to suck cock.‭ ‬This one obviously needs some instruction.‭” ‬Elaine blushed in embarrassment and humiliation,‭ ‬she was trying but knew it was true.‭ “‬I’ll give you his card.‭”



“Sorry,‭ ‬Mark,‭” ‬Roy apologized,‭ “‬she’s still new to all of this.‭ ‬On Thursday she was still a lonely,‭ ‬frustrated free woman.‭”



Mark stopped Elaine with a hand on her head and smiled down at her.‭ “‬You’ve done well with her.‭ ‬There is an innocence about her that just makes you want to violently violate her,‭ ‬somehow being good at sucking cock would just be out of character.‭”



“She is great at eating pussy,‭ ‬though,‭” ‬Roy added,‭ “‬I saw her put on a show earlier that was amazing.‭”



“Yes,‭ ‬that’s what Amanda said,‭” ‬Mark said.‭ ‬Elaine froze at the mention of her roommate’s name and wanted to ask about her but knew she was not allowed.‭ ‬Mark tugged her to her feet by the collar and pointed to the bed.‭ “‬On the bed,‭ ‬sweetie,‭” ‬he told her,‭ “‬we’ll let Sam get you opened up for us.‭”



Elaine climbed up on the bed and lay down in the middle.‭ ‬She noted it was firm,‭ ‬with some give and a faint crinkling that hinted of a plastic wrap somewhere under the sheets.‭ ‬There were rings bolted into the posts and in the middle of the headboard and foot board.‭ ‬On a table beside the bed there was an assortment of ropes,‭ ‬straps and cuffs.‭ ‬Elaine eyed those warily,‭ ‬but she was getting more aroused thinking about being tied to the bed while these three men took turns fucking her.‭ ‬She had not been able to orgasm while she was with Kristy and Roy earlier and was ready.

‭”‬How do you want her‭?” ‬Mark asked.



‭”‬Arms spread,‭ ‬legs free,‭” ‬she heard Sam answer.



On one side of her Mark put a padded cuff on her wrist then secured it with a strap to the post.‭ ‬Roy did the same with the other side then they both stepped back to admire their work.‭ ‬Elaine tugged at each arm and found that they were secure,‭ ‬she was held tight.



Sam was at the foot of the bed undressing.‭ ‬Just as she had expected,‭ ‬he was as hairy as a bear.‭ ‬Under the mat of curly black hair she could see more tattoos and more scars.‭ ‬She was afraid of this man and did not want to do anything to provoke him,‭ ‬but knew that even obeying his every whim would not keep him from hurting her.



‭”‬Okay,‭ ‬Slave,‭” ‬Roy said to Elaine.‭ “‬Time to get fucked.‭”



“Yes,‭ ‬Master‭” ‬Elaine answered and the three men laughed.



Elaine turned back to look at Sam and would have jumped out of bed if she hadn’t been tied down.‭ ‬His cock was huge,‭ ‬at least nine inches long,‭ ‬and thick.‭ ‬She did not know how she was going to be able to take that in her vagina,‭ ‬not to mention her throat and,‭ ‬god forbid,‭ ‬her ass.



Sam smiled at her discomfort.‭ “‬Oh yeah,‭ ‬Slave,‭ ‬all night long.‭ ‬Everywhere.‭ ‬You’re gonna take this cock everywhere.‭”



Elaine wanted to protest or plead,‭ ‬but knew it would do no good.‭ ‬Mark was grinning,‭ ‬too,‭ ‬and poured drinks for Roy and himself.‭ ‬He sat on a chair beside the bed and propped his feet up on the mattress while Roy sat on the couch with a good view.



Sam rubbed his huge cock on Elaine’s face.‭ ‬She opened her mouth to try to take it in,‭ ‬but he kept it out,‭ ‬teasing her and lightly smacking her with it.



‭”‬Don’t worry,‭ ‬you’ll have plenty of time to suck it tonight.‭” ‬Sam chuckled then climbed on the bed.



Elaine’s eyes were locked on the giant cock as it bobbed in front of her.‭ ‬She still could not believe that it would fit inside her.



Sam reached down and stroked Elaine’s legs.‭ ‬She spread her legs for him,‭ ‬offering herself to him.‭ ‬Sam kissed each silky thigh then climbed between them.‭ ‬He put her ankles on his shoulders,‭ ‬she could feel the curly hair on his shoulders on her calves,‭ ‬the hair of his chest on the back of her thighs,‭ ‬as he maneuvered between her legs.



He placed the tip of his cock against her wet slit.‭ ‬Elaine looked up at him,‭ ‬terrified.



‭”‬Please don’t hurt me,‭” ‬she pleaded.



Sam looked down at her beautiful,‭ ‬moist blue eyes.‭ ‬He was really going to enjoy punishing her little body.‭ ‬She was going to get fucked tonight like she had never been fucked before.‭ ‬Maybe she would like it,‭ ‬maybe not,‭ ‬it really did not matter to him.‭ ‬She was a slave,‭ ‬she was just an object of pleasure.



Elaine turned to Roy,‭ ‬her eyes pleading to her master,‭ ‬but he just smiled and sipped on his drink.



Sam began to force his way in,‭ ‬slowly but relentlessly.‭ ‬Elaine cried out as he penetrated her.‭ ‬It burned and stretched worse than anything she had taken in her cunt before.‭ ‬Her eyes watered and her body convulsed as he violated her.‭ ‬It seemed to take forever for him to get all the way inside her,‭ ‬she felt him bump into her cervix then push in a little more.‭ ‬When he finally stopped,‭ ‬his hips against her crotch it seemed like she was being split.‭ ‬She had never felt so full and stretched,‭ ‬every square inch of her cunt was filled.



Elaine was very aware of the huge cock in her pussy,‭ ‬she felt so used,‭ ‬so degraded,‭ ‬but so turned on,‭ ‬too.‭ ‬She was a fully sexual object.‭ ‬At least for this night she existed only for the pleasure her body could bring these men.



Sam held himself buried all the way in her for a moment,‭ ‬turning his hips slightly,‭ ‬grinding into Elaine’s helpless body.‭ ‬Elaine softly cried,‭ ‬fearing the abuse even as she hungered for more.



‭”‬Fuck her hard,‭ ‬Sam,‭” ‬Mark said,‭ “‬pound that tight little cunt‭!”



Elaine looked briefly to Mark,‭ ‬as she did Sam pulled out fast and slammed back in hard.‭ ‬Elaine screamed out as his enormous cock rammed into her.‭ ‬She tried to squirm away,‭ ‬but was tied down and pinned by Sam.



Sam got up on his knees,‭ ‬lifting Elaine’s body off the bed,‭ ‬and pounded away.‭ ‬He held firmly onto her thighs as he roughly fucked her.‭ ‬Elaine kept screaming while he violated her and was shocked when the pain was overwhelmed by her much delayed orgasm,‭ ‬amplified by her day long denial.‭



Sam slammed a few times more then pulled out and climbed up on her to shoved the tip of his enormous member into her mouth.‭ ‬Elaine gagged as round after round of cum shot into her mouth.‭ ‬Wide eyed,‭ ‬scared and hurt there was nothing she could do but swallow it and wait for what these men were going to do to her next.



Sam kept his cock in her mouth,‭ ‬not in so deep that she could not breathe but in enough to fill her mouth.‭ ‬He reached back and found her swollen clit and rubbed it gently,‭ ‬as he did he pushed deeper in to her mouth,‭ ‬slowly cutting off her air.‭ ‬It only took a minute to make Elaine cum again.‭ ‬Deprived of air,‭ ‬her pussy aching from the rough fucking by Sam’s huge cock she came until she passed out.



Elaine awoke a few minutes later.‭ ‬She greedily gasped for air and tasted the salty cum of Sam in her mouth.‭ ‬She tried to wipe the tears from her eyes,‭ ‬but her hands were still tied.‭ ‬No one was doing anything to her at the moment so she tried to look around the room.



Sam was standing beside a table,‭ ‬pouring a drink.‭ ‬He was still naked and Elaine could see his softening cock hanging beneath his hairy legs.‭ ‬Elaine could see his muscular back,‭ ‬a few more scars poking out from under the mat of black hair that covered him below the neck.‭ ‬He scared her,‭ ‬he had just brutalized her and he was just getting started.



Roy was next.‭ ‬He put on a condom while Elaine helplessly watched.‭ ‬He climbed on top of his captive slave and slid his hard cock into her already wet and loosened pussy.‭ ‬He whispered softly into her ear as her ground his hips into her,‭ “‬you’re doing great,‭ ‬Slave.‭” ‬Elaine found the encouragement comforting and gazed up adoringly at her owner as he began to fuck her.



Roy started out slow and gentle,‭ ‬wanting to let his slave save some of her strength,‭ ‬but it did not take long for his lust to overcome him.‭ ‬He had taken this innocent woman and introduced her to this world.‭ ‬She had been a shy,‭ ‬quiet,‭ ‬lonely woman and now,‭ ‬because of him,‭ ‬she was tied up and helpless as three men prepared to fuck her all night long.‭ ‬She belonged to him and her comfort no longer mattered to him.‭ ‬He rammed into her harder and harder now,‭ ‬reminding her of his control over her with each thrust.



Elaine kept her eyes on Roy as he took her.‭ ‬The rough pounding seemed more natural and more satisfying to her,‭ ‬he was using her again.‭ ‬Elaine wanted to cum for him,‭ ‬to show the other men what her owner could do.‭ ‬She thought of all he had done to her and all he had had done to her,‭ ‬and as she looked at Sam’s leering face she exploded into another orgasm.‭ ‬As her pussy clenched and spasmed on Roy’s invading cock she felt Roy cum,‭ ‬too.‭ ‬He grunted and groaned as he shot his load inside her then smiled encouragingly at her as he slowed and stopped.



‭”‬Thank you,‭ ‬Master‭”‬,‭ ‬Elaine said to her owner and ground her hips around his still hard shaft.



Roy kissed her forehead then withdrew from her.



Mark was ready.



‭”‬You are beautiful,‭ ‬Elaine,‭” ‬Mark said to her,‭ “‬maybe when Roy gets tired of you I’ll buy you from him.‭ ‬I should say‭ ‘‬if he gets tired of you‭’‬.‭ ‬If you were mine I’d fuck you every chance I got.‭ ‬Hell,‭ ‬I might never leave the house.‭” ‬He chuckled to himself.



Mark lifted up the bottle of liquor,‭ ‬Elaine could see it was some sort of expensive looking scotch.‭ ‬He stood above her and poured a small stream on her breasts and stomach.‭ ‬The liquor pooled in her navel,‭ ‬and slid across her soft skin.



Mark set the bottle down,‭ ‬knelt on the bed and began licking the scotch off her naked body.‭ ‬First he licked it off her breasts.‭ ‬Elaine squirmed helplessly beneath him as his tongue lapped up the brown liquor.‭ ‬He licked each nipple,‭ ‬sucking them briefly them moving on to more skin.‭ ‬He got all of the scotch off her breasts then went after her stomach.‭ ‬He licked in long,‭ ‬slow paths then dove into her navel,‭ ‬his tongue snaking in and going after the spilt liquor.‭ ‬Elaine squirmed and moaned,‭ ‬his mouth had her to the edge of cumming again.



Much to Elaine’s surprise,‭ ‬Mark untied her hands from the headboard and lay down beside her on the bed.‭ ‬He unrolled a condom onto his shaft and turned to her.‭ “‬Okay,‭ ‬Slave,‭” ‬he told her,‭ “‬now I want you to fuck me.‭ ‬Come on,‭ ‬climb on top.‭”



Elaine stretched a bit and quickly wiped her eyes with her hands then rolled over and straddled Mark.‭ ‬This was something she had never done with a man,‭ ‬every other man she had been with had fucked her,‭ ‬she was never on top.‭ ‬Amanda,‭ ‬however,‭ ‬was another story.‭ ‬The redhead had loved to lie down with a strap-on on and have Elaine‭ “‬go to town‭” (‬as Amanda would say‭) ‬on top of her.



She climbed on top of him,‭ ‬facing him.‭ ‬He reached up and played with her breasts as she rubbed her wet cunt up and down his hard shaft.



‭”‬Fuck me,‭ ‬you pretty little toy,‭” ‬Mark moaned.



He moved one hand to her ass and stopped her when she was at the top of one of her strokes.‭ ‬He moved his cock to her wet opening.‭ ‬She froze.‭ ‬He slid his hands down to her hips and pushed her back onto his cock.



Elaine closed her eyes and whimpered as he filled her.‭ ‬He was not as big as Sam,‭ ‬but bigger than anyone else who had fucked her before Roy.‭ ‬She concentrated on how he felt inside her stretched pussy,‭ ‬how her clit felt against him,‭ ‬how his hands on her hips controlled her.



Mark loosened his grip on her hips and she sat back up and began riding him.‭ ‬She was determined first and foremost to get herself off.‭ ‬She circled her hips and slid up and down on his enormous shaft,‭ ‬each stroke brought her closer and closer.



Mark stared in fascination as this beautiful,‭ ‬submissive,‭ ‬collared woman fucked him.‭ ‬It felt great,‭ ‬her hot,‭ ‬tight wet pussy clung to his cock.‭ ‬He could see in her color and face that she was almost there.‭ ‬He didn’t have to wait much longer.‭ ‬She moaned then yelled as she bounced harder and harder on his shaft.‭ ‬Her face contorted in ecstasy and her whole body turned bright red.‭ ‬Her pussy got even wetter and she ground down onto him,‭ ‬milking every last moment out of her climax.



She slowed after she came,‭ ‬but Mark wasn’t finished yet.‭ ‬He held her hips in place and started fucking her hard,‭ ‬slamming up from below.



All Elaine could do was take it.‭ ‬She was getting fucked for the third time with out any break or time to recover.‭ ‬Her pussy ached,‭ ‬but still hungered for more.‭ ‬All the sensations were too overpowering to let her do anything but accept what was being done to her.‭ ‬She seemed to be riding one long orgasm,‭ ‬every bit of her body resonating to the cock pounding away at her.‭ ‬She moaned and whimpered,‭ ‬it was so intense.‭ ‬This was why she had become a slave,‭ ‬to be used and degraded and to feel things that overpowered the rational part of her brain.



She was not aware of when Mark came,‭ ‬she only became aware when he stopped fucking her.‭ ‬She came down quickly,‭ ‬but her body was still flushed and tingling all over.‭ ‬She stared down at wonder at Mark,‭ ‬he smiled back up at her.



Suddenly,‭ ‬Sam grabbed Elaine by the collar and pulled her off Mark.‭ ‬She was not quite sure what was happening and looked to Mark for help,‭ ‬but he put his hands behind his head and smiled as Sam took her away.



‭”‬Come on Slave girl,‭ ‬it’s time to take it in the ass,‭” ‬Sam growled as he dragged her.‭



Elaine half walked,‭ ‬half stumbled as he pulled her over to one of the wedge shaped pads.‭ ‬She‭ ‬tried futilely to resist,‭ ‬but her legs were rubbery and Sam was much stronger than she was.‭ ‬Sam enjoyed her fighting and flung her roughly onto the pad.‭ ‬He held her down and bent her over the pad at the waist.‭ ‬Roy was there and strapped her in place with a belt across her waist.‭ ‬Roy and Sam secured her arms and legs,‭ ‬easily overpowering her weak efforts to get free.‭ ‬In only a few seconds Elaine was bound to the pad,‭ ‬her ass in the air,‭ ‬face down,‭ ‬arms and legs spread and secured.‭ ‬She was ready and open for whatever they wanted to do to her.



Elaine tried to move,‭ ‬but she could not budge an inch.



‭”‬You’ve got a beautiful ass,‭ ‬Slave,‭” ‬Sam told her.‭ “‬I’m going to call you‭ ‘‬Sweet Cheeks‭’‬.‭” ‬He turned to Roy,‭ “‬do you mind if I call your slave‭ ‘‬Sweet Cheeks‭’?”



“Go right ahead,‭” ‬Roy said magnanimously,‭ “‬she does have some sweet cheeks.‭”



“Please,‭ ‬Sam,‭” ‬she pleaded,‭ “‬please don’t do this.‭ ‬Please don’t hurt me.‭” ‬She looked at Roy again,‭ ‬pleading with her eyes,‭ ‬but he did not say or do anything.‭ ‬Elaine knew there was no hope.



Sam was behind her,‭ ‬out of her line of sight and she couldn’t move her head to see him,‭ ‬but she did hear him laugh.‭ ‬He gazed at her ass and stroked his huge cock in anticipation of violating her.‭ ‬She had one of the most beautiful asses he had seen,‭ ‬the curves and complexion seemed to be in perfect harmony.‭ ‬He didn’t like the turtle,‭ ‬tattoo,‭ ‬though.‭ ‬It was like putting a smiley face on the Mona Lisa.



Sam knelt down behind her and began softy rubbing Elaine’s ass.‭ ‬He kneaded her firm cheeks,‭ ‬roughly grabbing her soft skin.‭ ‬He kissed and licked them,‭ ‬biting hard once to admire the teeth marks on her pale flesh.‭ ‬He squirted some lube into her little brown hole and gently stuck a finger in to rub it around.‭ ‬He put in a little more and added a second finger,‭ ‬turning and stretching her.‭ ‬He pulled them out and watched her tight back door close.



This was going to be good.‭



Sam leaned down next to Elaine’s ear.‭ ‬He kissed it gently,‭ ‬then whispered to her.‭ “‬I’m gonna do you now.‭ ‬Ready for me,‭ ‬Sweet Cheeks‭?”



Her eyes closed and tears slowly running down her face,‭ ‬Elaine nodded.‭ ‬She was scared,‭ ‬she knew that this was going to really hurt and there was nothing she could do to stop it.‭ ‬But this was what she had wanted,‭ ‬this was why she had become a slave,‭ ‬to be used relentlessly for someone else’s pleasure.



Sam turned her head and kissed her,‭ ‬softly and gently,‭ ‬his tongue briefly brushing hers then withdrawing.‭ ‬Elaine knew that this gentleness was preceding a violent,‭ ‬painful violation‭; ‬it was the calm before the storm.



‭”‬You can scream,‭” ‬Sam told her as he moved behind her,‭ “‬if you like.‭ ‬I love it when slaves scream.‭”



Elaine was determined not to give him that satisfaction.‭ ‬She tried to relax,‭ ‬to calm herself and will herself to open.‭ ‬Before Roy,‭ ‬no one had ever taken her there before.‭ ‬Well,‭ ‬before Roy there was a lot of stuff she had never done.



Sam’s background was vague,‭ ‬Mark was one of the few who knew it all,‭ ‬but he had let hints drop about‭ “‬information extraction‭”‬.‭ ‬Those had been the good old days.‭ ‬No one could claim that Sam was not a sadist,‭ ‬because he definitely was.‭ ‬But he was not a full time sadist who inflicted pain simply to inflict pain.‭ ‬To Sam,‭ ‬pain was a flavor enhancer,‭ ‬it made something he already liked doing even more enjoyable.‭ ‬He loved fucking,‭ ‬making it hurt was the icing on the cake.



As he gazed down on this beautiful,‭ ‬helpless woman,‭ ‬he had to resist the urge to destroy her.‭ ‬This was not out of any kindness to Elaine,‭ ‬it was because she was borrowed property.‭ ‬He would no more break a tool he borrowed than destroy a slave that was loaned to him.‭ ‬Almost regretfully,‭ ‬he rolled on a condom and squirted copious amounts of lube on his huge cock.



He moved between her legs,‭ ‬kissed her butt one more time then readied himself.



Elaine tried to prepare herself as he kissed her.‭ ‬This gentleness was almost too much.‭ ‬She wished he would just be rough the whole time instead,‭ ‬that way she could adjust for him.‭ ‬She clenched her fists but tried to relax her anus.‭ ‬He rubbed the tip of his cock up and down her crack,‭ ‬when the tip caught on her tight hole he stopped.



Elaine took a deep breath and Sam began to force his way in.‭ ‬He was slow,‭ ‬but strong and quickly penetrated her.‭ ‬She wanted to cry out,‭ ‬it hurt.‭ ‬Sam was only the second man to enter her ass and he was bigger than Roy.‭ ‬Her rim stretched and burned,‭ ‬even lubed it was painful.‭ ‬She shuddered to think what it would be like unlubed.



Slowly he worked deeper into her,‭ ‬it seemed to take forever to get all the way in.‭ ‬He kept sliding in,‭ ‬deeper and deeper,‭ ‬filling her,‭ ‬violating her.‭ ‬Finally she felt his rough pubic hair against the soft skin on her ass.‭ ‬She was sweating heavily and her body feebly tried to expel this massive intrusion.‭ ‬She did not scream or cry out,‭ ‬she was as proud of that as someone tied down and being anally raped could be.



Sam lay on top of her,‭ ‬his large,‭ ‬hairy body forcing the air from Elaine’s small frame.‭ ‬He turned her head towards him and gently kissed her on the lips,‭ ‬his tongue only slightly entering her mouth,‭ ‬licking the inside of her lips.



‭”‬Now the fun begins,‭” ‬he whispered in her ear.



Elaine could breathe again once he got off her,‭ ‬but his hard cock buried in her ass did not change and the ordeal was just starting.‭ ‬She expected him to start hammering away immediately,‭ ‬but he did not.‭ ‬His strokes were long and slow,‭ ‬painful but tolerable,‭ ‬but Elaine did not relax,‭ ‬she knew any second now he would hurt her.



Sam was mesmerized as he watched his huge cock disappear into Elaine’s tiny hole.‭ ‬It always amazed him that something as big as his cock could fit into the small assholes of these women.‭ ‬It just seemed to vanish inside of them.‭ ‬Well,‭ ‬enough of the easy part.



Sam suddenly slammed hard into Elaine,‭ ‬burying himself in one powerful stroke.‭ ‬Elaine was in agony,‭ ‬but still didn’t cry out.‭ ‬She clenched her fists and toes and bit down on the pad,‭ ‬but was not going to give him the satisfaction of screaming.‭ ‬She counted five hard thrusts into her tender ass,‭ ‬each one brought her closer to screaming then he stopped and withdrew from her,‭ ‬leaving her empty.



Elaine was trying to catch her breath when Sam battered back into her.‭ ‬Without warning he battered through her feebly resisting sphincter and buried his cock all the way into her.‭ ‬This time she could not fight at and a loud scream escaped her lips.



‭”‬That’s it,‭ ‬Sweet Cheeks,‭ ‬don’t fight it,‭ ‬scream,‭” ‬Sam snarled at her.



He pounded her roughly now,‭ ‬and he started slapping her ass as he did,‭ ‬first one side then the other.‭ ‬Sam laughed as Elaine kept crying out,‭ ‬she could not keep it in any more.‭ ‬This hurt worse than anything Roy had done to her,‭ ‬but even as the pain climbed to a crescendo the distinction between pleasure and pain blurred.‭ ‬The sensations were so strong that she was not sure if she hated it or loved it,‭ ‬she wanted it to stop,‭ ‬but feared that it would.‭ ‬At some point she realized that she was cumming,‭ ‬the line between the pleasure and the pain was gone,‭ ‬she had been forced into an orgasm.‭ ‬Every nerve in her body was afire,‭ ‬every square inch of her was alive with agony and ecstasy.‭ ‬It was like a fuse was blown,‭ ‬she lost all control of her body,‭ ‬it went limp as Sam hammered away inside her.



Sam seemed to be able to fuck forever,‭ ‬but eventually he came.‭ ‬He fired round after round of cum so deep inside her body that he half expected to see it drip out of her nose.‭ ‬Sam had done a lot of women in the ass,‭ ‬but he could not remember one as satisfying as this one.‭ ‬It was the combination of her beauty,‭ ‬her innocence,‭ ‬how her ass felt on his cock and her reaction to what he did to her.‭ ‬He ran his hands down her sides,‭ ‬admiring her ravished body.‭ ‬She was covered in sweat,‭ ‬her ass cheeks reddened by his slapping,‭ ‬flush from her orgasm and wracked by sobs.‭ ‬Tears flowed freely down her cheeks and onto the pad.

Sam roughly pulled out,‭ ‬staggered to a nearby chair and flopped down.‭ ‬Mark handed him a glass of whiskey,‭ ‬Sam drained it in one swallow.‭



He turned to Mark and simply said‭ “‬wow.‭”



“Told you her ass fucked as good as it looked,‭” ‬Roy said smugly.



Mark smiled,‭ ‬set down his drink and got up.‭ ‬He walked behind Elaine who was still panting and sobbing,‭ ‬little drops of lube sliding down from her reddened asshole.‭ ‬Mark put on a condom,‭ ‬took the bottle of lube and quickly rubbed some of it on his erect cock.‭ ‬He climbed between her thighs and with no further ado rammed his cock into her ass.



Elaine was not ready for this.‭ ‬She had hoped for a little time to recover after Sam’s violation,‭ ‬but Mark was already inside her.‭ ‬Mark skipped any introductory pleasures and went straight to pounding her.‭ ‬Elaine yelled again,‭ ‬but she lacked the strength to fight or scream too loudly.‭ ‬All she could do was lie there as he violently used her.



Mark grabbed her hips firmly as he hammered away at her.‭ ‬He rolled his head back‭; ‬Sam was right,‭ ‬she was great.‭ ‬He would have to take her as often as he could tonight.‭ ‬Almost regretfully,‭ ‬he climaxed inside her.



Elaine was crying as Mark climbed off and Roy took his place.‭ ‬Roy was incredibly turned on,‭ ‬the power he had over Elaine was intoxicating.‭ ‬He had brought her to the place where three men were fucking her in the ass,‭ ‬and she just had to take it.‭ ‬He had taken a shy,‭ ‬normal woman and turned her into a sex slave,‭ ‬he had turned her into his sex slave.‭ ‬She seemed to be constantly cumming,‭ ‬crying or both.‭ ‬Her mind might be resisting,‭ ‬but her body knew what it wanted.



Roy slipped on the condom and rubbed on some lube.‭ ‬He bent forward and kissed her ass,‭ ‬plucking a stray pube left behind by either Sam or Mark from her crack.‭ ‬He reached a finger into her slit‭; ‬it was wet and as ready to go as ever.‭ ‬Nothing seemed to turn her on like being used and abused.‭ ‬She calmed a bit as Roy gently fingered her pussy and when she was back in control he put his cock against her battered asshole.



Roy pushed into her,‭ ‬slowly but firmly,‭ ‬filling her again.‭ ‬He remember again how much he loved being in her ass,‭ ‬how he had stolen her and killed two men just to be able to keep doing this to her.‭ ‬She looked so beautiful,‭ ‬so natural,‭ ‬tied up and impaled on his cock.‭ ‬He rubbed his hands down her sides,‭ ‬reaching under her to pinch her erect nipples.‭ ‬She flinched a bit,‭ ‬moaned softly and waited for Roy to take her.‭ ‬He shifted his hands back to her hips and started thrusting.



He used her hard,‭ ‬driven by her helplessness,‭ ‬beauty and his own youth.‭ ‬Only when he reached under her to rub her clit did he slow any.‭ ‬Elaine shifted onto his hand,‭ ‬welcoming the pleasure to match her violation.‭ ‬She came just before he did,‭ ‬her climax lost in the last few hard thrusts as he orgasmed,‭ ‬once more,‭ ‬inside her beautiful body.



Roy pulled out of her and slipped off the condom.‭ ‬He dropped it into the can on top of a growing pile of used condoms and wiped off his cock with a towel.‭ ‬Panting for the exertion he shared a knowing look with Mark and Sam.



‭”‬Sam,‭” ‬Mark said to his partner,‭ “‬why don’t you bring little Sweet Cheeks over here for a drink‭?”



Sam got up and undid the straps that held Elaine down.‭ ‬He helped her to her feet and she leaned against him.‭ ‬Sam could tell she was not ready to walk yet so he picked her up,‭ ‬cradling her in his arms.‭ ‬Elaine was in a daze,‭ ‬she leaned her abused body into Sam’s hairy chest as he carried her to the sofa.‭ ‬Gently,‭ ‬he sat her down in the middle.‭ ‬He sat on one side of her and Mark on the other.‭ ‬Roy sat in a chair across from them.



Elaine sat back on the couch surrounded by men who had just brutally fucked her.‭ ‬She was starting to get her senses back and knew she should enjoy this little rest before they took her again.‭ ‬She tried not to look at any of them,‭ ‬but just to have a minute or two to herself.



Mark handed her a glass of whiskey and ice.‭ ‬She quickly drained it and he refilled it.‭ ‬She was a slave,‭ ‬she kept reminding herself.‭ ‬This is what happened to slaves.‭ ‬Or so she assumed,‭ ‬she had never been a slave before nor had she ever known a slave before.‭ ‬In fact,‭ ‬before Friday she did even know there were slaves.‭ ‬Sure,‭ ‬she had played slave girl with Amanda,‭ ‬but that was a game,‭ ‬this was real.‭ ‬Even though it hurt,‭ ‬and she was afraid of what would happen next,‭ ‬she was excited by it all,‭ ‬too.‭ ‬She craved the use of her body,‭ ‬the men pounding away at her while she was helpless to stop them.‭ ‬The pain and fear just added to the experience.



She sipped the second glass,‭ ‬trying to get as much rest as possible.‭ ‬Somehow she knew when she finished this one they would start on her again.‭ ‬Her ass throbbed and her pussy felt like it had rug burn.‭ ‬It had been a rough few days.



Roy,‭ ‬Mark and Sam watched as she sipped her drink.‭ ‬When she was down to just ice,‭ ‬Mark took the glass from her hands and put it aside.



‭”‬Break time is over,‭ ‬Sweet Cheeks,‭” ‬Mark told her.‭ “‬Back to work.‭”



Roy stood up and stepped in front of her.‭ ‬He took hold of her head and pushed it towards his cock.‭ ‬Elaine leaned forward and opened her mouth.‭ ‬Roy slid into her and was quickly in her throat.‭ ‬He began to fuck her face,‭ ‬and as he did Elaine could feel hands on her breasts and thighs,‭ ‬one began to finger her slit.‭ ‬Even as Roy violated her mouth Elaine got closer and closer to orgasm,‭ ‬but she was not allowed to finish.‭ ‬The hand in her crotch‭ (‬Mark‭? ‬she liked to think it was Mark‭) ‬kept her on the edge of cumming,‭ ‬but did not push her over the edge.‭ ‬Roy came and Elaine swallowed more semen.‭ ‬She thought wryly that the only thing she had had to eat since lunch was spooge.



‭”‬Okay,‭” ‬Roy said as Elaine sucked the last bits of cum from his cock,‭ “‬what’s next on the agenda‭?”



Mark offered Elaine his hand and she weakly rose from the couch.‭ ‬She felt a string of lube from her ass stick to the cushion as she rose and a little drop of cum ran down from her mouth.‭ ‬He led her the few steps to the table.‭ ‬Sam had already cleared the table,‭ ‬putting the whiskey,‭ ‬ice and glasses in the whip cabinet.‭ ‬Mark lifted her so she was sitting on the table then pushed her back.‭ ‬Sam cradled her head and lowered her back to the table.



Elaine lay on the table,‭ ‬her legs dangled off one end and Sam pushed her head down so it hung off the edge of the table,‭ ‬too.‭ ‬She was looking at the world upside down.



Sam stood in front of her and softly rubbed her throat.‭ ‬Elaine looked right at Sam’s huge cock in front of her face,‭ ‬the same rod that had so violently taken her twice already tonight.‭ ‬She swallowed and readied for what she knew was coming,‭ ‬and cumming.‭ ‬She did not know how that huge thing would fit in her throat without killing her,‭ ‬but she would soon find out.



Sam grabbed his cock and pushed the tip into Elaine’s waiting mouth.‭ ‬She did not try to fight or resist.‭ ‬He left the tip in for moment and Elaine could taste dried cum and the juices from her cunt,‭ ‬the flavor of her debasement.‭ ‬She stared right at his hairy thighs and balls.‭ ‬She decided that the view was not going to get any better so she closed her eyes.



Sam slowly pushed his way in.‭ ‬He pushed past her teeth and tongue,‭ ‬pausing briefly as he got to the top of her throat.‭ ‬Elaine gagged when he pushed deeper into her throat,‭ ‬but there was no stopping him.‭ ‬She tried to get up and pull away,‭ ‬but strong hands held her on the table.‭ ‬She felt her throat stretch painfully as he continued to push into her.‭ ‬She could not breathe and wondered how much farther until he was all the way in.‭ ‬She tried to stay calm and was relieved when she finally felt his balls against her nose.‭ ‬She was,‭ ‬in a masochistic way,‭ ‬proud that she was able to take him all the way in.



‭”‬That’s it,‭ ‬Sweet Cheeks,‭” ‬Sam moaned,‭ “‬take it all in.‭ ‬Suck it,‭ ‬Sweet Cheeks,‭ ‬suck it.‭”



Elaine tried to suck,‭ ‬but her mouth and throat were so full all she could do was just take it.‭ ‬She arched her back in pain when Sam reached down and roughly grabbed her nipples.‭ ‬He pulled and twisted them as he pulled back out.‭ ‬When he was out enough so she could breathe she greedily sucked a deep breath through her nose and as she did Sam slid back into her.‭ ‬He slowly fucked her face and throat‭; ‬Elaine was able to time her breathing with his thrusting.



This was almost worse than having her ass pounded.‭ ‬It hurt less,‭ ‬but not being able to breathe scared her and kept her on the edge of panic.‭ ‬It was more humiliating,‭ ‬too,‭ ‬and having his balls bounce off her nose with every thrust made her feel even more used.



As Sam slowly picked up speed with his thrusting,‭ ‬she was made aware of Mark.‭ ‬She had forgotten about him.‭ ‬She remembered him when he pushed his cock into her pussy.



‭”‬Wow,‭ ‬guys,‭” ‬Mark said as he buried himself deep inside her,‭ “‬she is really wet.‭ ‬She loves it.‭ ‬What an amazing piece of ass you found,‭ ‬Roy.‭”



Elaine wanted to cry but couldn’t.‭ ‬For the first time in her life two men were inside her and it was intense.‭ ‬Mark started pounding her,‭ ‬hooking her legs over his shoulders and slamming away.‭ ‬She tried to yell,‭ ‬but was gagged by the huge cock in her mouth.‭ ‬Much to her shame,‭ ‬it only took a couple of thrusts from Mark before she came.‭ ‬She moaned and thrashed about,‭ ‬but was helpless as the two cocks pounded away at her.



The two men roughly used her mouth and pussy.‭ ‬Not slowing or stopping as they forced their pleasure from her body.‭ ‬Elaine came again as hands,‭ ‬she was not sure whose,‭ ‬pulled and rubbed her sensitive breasts.



She wasn’t sure if Mark or Sam finished first,‭ ‬but they were both close.‭ ‬Suddenly they both slowed and stopped.‭ ‬Mark pulled out of battered pussy first then Sam slid out of her mouth,‭ ‬leaving a trail of cum across her tongue.



Elaine panted and cried,‭ ‬she had never imagined she could experience a night like this.‭ ‬She never thought anything like this could ever happen to her.‭ ‬She was only vaguely aware of a phone ringing and Mark answering it.



Tenderly,‭ ‬Sam caressed Elaine’s face and chest.‭ ‬He softly traced her collarbone and gently rubbed her cheeks.‭ ‬He had just violently raped her face,‭ ‬but was now treating her with tenderness.‭ ‬Elaine softly cried and Sam rubbed away her tears.



‭”‬Let’s hang her up,‭” ‬she heard Roy say.‭ “‬Upright,‭ ‬legs spread.‭ ‬Let’s make sure we can get from the front and back.‭”



Elaine tried to deny what she had heard.‭ ‬She was going to be double penetrated,‭ ‬one in her ass,‭ ‬one in her pussy.‭ ‬She did not know if she could take it,‭ ‬but she realized she did not have any choice.



The three of them carried Elaine to the harness hanging from the ceiling and began suspending her.‭ ‬Her hands were tied together above her head and hung from the ceiling.‭ ‬Her weight was hung from straps on her legs and under her arms.‭ ‬Her legs were spread,‭ ‬leaving her open for use.‭ ‬Elaine was resigned to her fate now.‭ ‬She was sore and loose from all the pounding her ass,‭ ‬pussy and mouth had already taken,‭ ‬but she knew her owner still had more in store for her.‭



Sam stepped back and admired his handiwork.‭ ‬Elaine was ready to be double penetrated.‭ ‬She was open and helpless.‭ ‬He smiled.‭ ‬He loved seeing women like this.



‭”‬I’ll take the back,‭” ‬she heard Roy say from behind her.‭



“Should we let our special guest have the front‭?” ‬Mark asked.



Special guest‭? ‬Elaine perked up a little,‭ ‬three men were bad enough,‭ ‬now Roy wanted to add a fourth‭? ‬She sighed bitterly and closed her eyes.



‭”‬I think we should,‭” ‬Roy agreed.‭



Elaine heard Sam open the door to the room.‭ “‬Come on in,‭ ‬we’re ready for you now,‭” ‬he said to someone in the other room.



Elaine instantly knew who it was.‭ ‬She recognized the footsteps,‭ ‬the faint smell,‭ ‬the very sense of presence and began to softly cry.‭ ‬She kept her eyes closed,‭ ‬not trusting herself.‭ ‬A hand touched her wet cheek,‭ ‬a familiar touch that sent shivers down her spine.



‭”‬I missed you,‭ ‬Laney.‭”



“Me,‭ ‬too,‭” ‬Elaine answered and opened her eyes.‭ ‬Caressing her cheek,‭ ‬her face inches away from Elaine’s,‭ ‬was Amanda.‭ ‬Elaine did not know what to think or feel.‭ ‬This was Amanda,‭ ‬the person who had first brought Elaine to orgasm.‭ ‬She had been Elaine’s lover,‭ ‬her teacher and leader in sexual exploration‭; ‬her roommate and friend.‭ ‬Amanda had also abandoned Elaine to a year of loneliness and got back in touch with her only because she wanted to sell Elaine into sexual slavery.



Amanda was just the way Elaine remembered her.‭ ‬She must have put some effort into this because her huge head of curly red hair was tied back and manageable.‭ ‬Elaine fondly remembered all the many times she had brushed back the mounds of curls to kiss Amanda’s full lips or how it felt on her thighs when Amanda went down on her.‭ ‬Amanda’s light blue eyes looked back at Elaine,‭ ‬a hint of satisfaction and questioning in them.‭ ‬Elaine looked at Amanda’s muscular arms and shoulders,‭ ‬the milky skin showing some new freckling.‭ ‬Elaine thought she needed to put on more sunscreen‭; ‬Amanda had such fair skin but was outside all the time.‭ ‬Elaine had always enjoyed rubbing sunscreen on her back.‭ ‬Elaine did not need to look down to know about Amanda’s powerful legs.‭ ‬Amanda had spent some time as a river guide,‭ ‬rowing tourists through the Grand Canyon and still had the all over ripped physique.‭ ‬Amanda had frequently overpowered Elaine during sex games and Elaine had loved it when Amanda would throw her over her shoulder and carry her off for some rough fucking.‭ ‬Elaine knew this woman,‭ ‬she knew her well.



Elaine was angry,‭ ‬deeply angry,‭ ‬at Amanda.‭ ‬She was angry more for Amanda leaving her when they were still at the Grand Canyon than for trying to sell her‭; ‬Elaine knew she was born to be a slave and maybe Amanda had been trying to do her a favor.‭ ‬But no one,‭ ‬not even Roy,‭ ‬inspired deeper feelings than Amanda.‭ ‬No one knew Elaine as well,‭ ‬how to please her,‭ ‬how to hurt her.



Elaine opened her mouth,‭ ‬trying to speak,‭ ‬but no words came out.‭ ‬Amanda solved the problem by leaning in and kissing Elaine,‭ ‬her tongue sliding into Elaine’s unresisting mouth.‭ ‬Elaine closed her eyes.‭ ‬The kiss was so familiar,‭ ‬the feel of Amanda’s lips and tongue so long a part of Elaine’s life,‭ ‬and Elaine found herself responding,‭ ‬her cum covered tongue eagerly caressing Amanda’s.‭ ‬Soon she felt Amanda’s small,‭ ‬strong hands on her breasts,‭ ‬kneading and gently pulling on her nipples.‭ ‬Amanda knew just what to do to arouse Elaine and soon her touch had Elaine ready again for whatever they were going to do to her next.‭ ‬She breathed a deep sigh and opened her eyes.‭ ‬Amanda gazed expectantly at her and Elaine nodded.



Amanda was ready,‭ ‬too.‭ ‬She had a strap-on ready to go and stepped between Elaine’s legs.‭ ‬She put the plastic tip to Elaine’s sore pussy lips and slowly pushed in.‭ ‬Elaine knew Amanda well,‭ ‬she even knew which dildo Amanda had on the harness.‭ ‬It was‭ “‬Henry‭”‬,‭ ‬a medium sized one that had been Elaine’s favorite.‭ ‬She recognized the feel of it as Amanda slid it into her.‭ ‬Blue eyes gazed at blue eyes,‭ ‬but Amanda just held inside Elaine,‭ ‬not fucking her but waiting.



Then Roy was behind her.‭ ‬He pressed his chest into Elaine’s back and whispered into her ear.‭ “‬Are you ready,‭ ‬Slave‭?” ‬he asked as his cock pressed against her abused anus.



Elaine’s eyes were locked on Amanda’s as she said‭ “‬yes,‭ ‬Master.‭”



Roy forced his way into Elaine’s tight passage,‭ ‬filling her from behind as Amanda filled her from the front.‭ ‬For a moment they were all still and Elaine concentrated on how full she felt.‭ ‬She had never thought this was something she would be doing,‭ ‬never imagined her body used like this,‭ ‬but the feel of being taken front and back stirred a deep craving in her.‭ ‬Amanda and Roy both seemed to be waiting for her.



‭”‬Be good to her,‭ ‬Roy,‭” ‬she heard Amanda whisper to Roy,‭ “‬or I’ll kick your ass.‭”



“Fuck me,‭ ‬Master,‭” ‬Elaine said and Roy began to slowly slide out of her ass.‭ “‬Fuck me,‭ ‬Red,‭” ‬she said to Amanda and Amanda began sliding out of her pussy.



Elaine closed her eyes and lost herself in the sensation.‭ ‬They both started slowly but quickly sped up.‭ ‬It took them a few minutes to find a rhythm,‭ ‬one sliding out as the other pounded in,‭ ‬but once they did they took Elaine hard.‭ ‬Soon Elaine was overwhelmed,‭ ‬she had not thought this was possible.‭ ‬She tried to yell out,‭ ‬but could not make a sound.‭ ‬Her whole body was on fire,‭ ‬she did not know if it was pain or pleasure,‭ ‬all she knew was that the entire universe was the fucking she was getting from the two most important people in her life.‭ ‬Finally,‭ ‬she found her voice and howled a primal,‭ ‬animal scream as they plundered her helpless body.‭ ‬She came and came,‭ ‬not quite sure where one orgasm ended and the next began.



Roy came with a yell of his own and quickly pulled out of her battered sphincter,‭ ‬but before Elaine had a chance to come down Mark was pushing inside her.‭ ‬Elaine opened her eyes as Amanda pulled out,‭ ‬too.‭ ‬She gave a last longing kiss to her lover as Sam took her place.‭ ‬Mark was already pounding away at her ass when Sam slid his huge rod into her wet pussy.



Elaine was only vaguely aware of anything as Mark and Sam fucked her.‭ ‬She felt their bodies against her,‭ ‬their body hair on her soft skin,‭ ‬their breathing regular on her face and shoulders like athletes working out.‭ ‬Her sweat mixed with theirs,‭ ‬her moans drowned out in theirs.‭ ‬And she could feel them hammering away at her,‭ ‬but mostly she was aware of cumming.‭ ‬At some point she went limp,‭ ‬she may have passed out,‭ ‬she would never know.‭ ‬When she finally regained her senses Amanda was loosening the straps and lowering her into Roy’s waiting arms.



Roy carried her over to the bed and set her down.‭ ‬He whispered in her ear‭ “‬you did great,‭ ‬Slave.‭”



Elaine did not have the strength to answer him,‭ ‬but she thought she managed a wan smile.‭ ‬She closed her eyes and heard the door close and lock.‭ ‬When she opened them again she was alone.‭ ‬She wanted to think about what had just happened to her,‭ ‬she wanted to think about Roy and Amanda,‭ ‬but she was too tired and feel deeply asleep.



Epilogue



Elaine awoke to silence and found herself alone for a change.‭ ‬It took her a moment to realize where she was,‭ ‬still in the sex room at Mark’s ranch.‭ ‬She was sore,‭ ‬really sore.‭ ‬How many time had she been fucked last night‭? ‬She could not remember,‭ ‬each of the three men had taken multiple turns in her,‭ ‬using her everywhere.



One light burned on a table.‭ ‬Beside it was an open tube of lube on its side,‭ ‬none spilled out so maybe they had used all of it on her.‭ ‬She could see the straps hanging from the ceiling where she had been double penetrated by Sam and Mark and before them Roy and….‭ ‬Amanda.‭ ‬Amanda had been in on Elaine’s gang-bang,‭ ‬too.



The door unlocked and opened,‭ ‬sunlight spilled into the dark room.‭ ‬Coming through the door carrying a tray of coffee was Amanda.‭ ‬She was in a white t-shirt and shorts,‭ ‬and her hair was a mass of loose curls today.‭ ‬She smiled as she sat the tray down on the table beside the bed,‭ ‬shoving some handcuffs onto the floor to make room.‭ ‬She poured two cups of coffee,‭ ‬added milk to one and offered it to Elaine.‭ ‬Elaine sat up,‭ ‬wincing as she put pressure on her crotch,‭ ‬and took the coffee.



‭”‬Good afternoon,‭ ‬Laney,‭” ‬Amanda said and sat down on the bed beside Elaine.‭ ‬Elaine looked a little puzzled.‭ “‬It’s‭ ‬2pm.‭ ‬You had a long night so I decided to let you sleep.‭ ‬I had to give the men a morning blow job to get them to leave you alone.‭ ‬How on earth did you get Mark in your ass‭?”

After the brutality of the first day, the next two seemed benign. The humiliation had started to set in for Fate and she fell in line with the rest of her group. It seemed no one could do anything right.



In Cupid’s class, they learned about the anus, including enemas, and how to maintain a sanitary enema tip, and the next morning an enema bottle was found in the grooming room. Cupid’s next class was on the skin, and how to maintain and protect it from the rigors of the slave lifestyle. He included nail grooming both fingers and toes.



In Diana’s class, she learned several more positions including the “canine” command which entailed the subject being on their hands and knees with their ass held high. He also went over the idea that a slave’s orifices MUST always be accessible.



Bacchus introduced her class to the difference in devices and their maintenance; the cross, the wheel, the stocks, the rack and the spreader. Vulcan continued their physical education but had not been as brutal physically but more demeaning, as the first day. He taught them kegel excercises and sphincter control exercises.



As for the demonstrations, they were eye opening events. Lars was made to “properly” perform analingus on Hera, and the next night, #4 had increasing sized “butt plugs” inserted so that her anus could receive Diana’s fist. The neophytes were also taught several exercises that would decrease the chance of an anal tear. Fate would certainly keep up with those exercises after watching the petite Nubian’s sphincter bleed from the massive cone that violated her nether region. Fate and other band of neophytes were quickly being humbled and humiliated.



By the third day, Fate and her group seemed to understand the routine but were belittled at every chance. They were kept so busy that each had very little time to ponder other things until bedtime where most would sob and regroup from the rigors of the day.



The third day was business as usual except Steve did not go with his pet instead he and the lady code named Hera went to an all day “Master’s class.



Grooming, breakfast, and the start of classes, but Fate wondered where the mysterious man, that had enslaved her, was. Cupid lectured on breasts, including lactation and breast augmentation. Fate was well aware of breast implants, and lactation. Her father’s first wife had the procedure done to an audacious size, and several of her sisters had already had children.



Steve awoke as Jasmine’s tongue swept across the tip of his cock. He lifted up and leaned on his elbows as little Jasmine orally devoured his cock. She had a nice rhythm, swallow, retreat, and finished with a couple of twisting strokes of her hand. Swallow, retreat and twist, after just a minute or so, Steve felt his testicles being tugged on and that was it.



Semen shot from the tip of his cock hole, and flew into the air.



“OHHHHH, BBBabbbY”



Jasmine waited till the white cream oozed from his cock until she gave it one long slow squeeze from nut to tip. Then she swirled the tip with her tongue and lapped up all the semen from Steve’s now slimy abdomen. When she was done she reached back and retrieved a moistened wash cloth, and wiped Steve down. Steve almost fell back to sleep until Jasmine reminded the dear master that breakfast would be served in 20 minutes, and today was a special day for him.



Steve ate on the balcony of his suite. He watched as the slaves walked into the large estate. He wondered “Why hadn’t I been able to move when Wendy’s car fell into the canal? There was Fate, but he didn’t think she saw him.



When he was done he and Hera met in the auditorium. Hans greeted them, and started his lecture.



“Dear Master and Mistrezz, today vee vill be addressing your vroll in de life of your slave.”



The older grey haired gentleman spoke for the next 2 hours about control and affection. That a master could do what he wanted, but there were unwritten rules to consider in the nature of modern day society. Unless they were going to lock up there slaves 24/7, a bond needed to be created, a bond of affection and control. That a master needed his or her slave just as much as the slave needed his or her master.



The last of his lecture involved need; the need of a slave to a master/mistress, and the need of the master/mistress of a slave, complete symbiosis,. A slave requires physical, mental and emotional security. Not a want in the world but the affection of their master. Food, clothing, and material needs, all fulfilled by the master. That a master may put them in burlap, but what will that do for the slave who is trying so hard to satisfy his or her master or mistress He ended on a note that the first week was the breaking down phase, and that the next three weeks were a building and bonding phase.



For lunch they ate in the garden. Two male slaves acted as tables, while they dined.



Diana, spoke on the art of body language and introduced the class to the auction command which was the same as the present command but legs slightly wider then shoulder width and arms at a 45 degree angle. Moral seemed to dip as each slave failed miserably as they were called upon to perform. When #2 was asked to perform the “auction” position, Diana laid into with insult after insult. Fate was taken back as she watched his shoulder slouch and his knees tremble at each nasty insult Diana laid upon him.



Fate had also seen this before. Once, one of her father’s workers had made a mistake with livestock, costing him several hundred thousand dinar. The man named Omar, who only came around once a year, at the end of Ramadan, became sheepish as her father belittled him, all the while Fate and her mother watched on.



Fate could not figure out when or which day it was, but that Ramadan, the holy month of Islam, was starting, though there would be no way in this state to honor it. Her mind was brought back as they were gathered up for lunch.



After lunch, of soup and a salad, Bacchus spoke on the “hand tools” of a master. Fate mind raced as he spoke of; crops, canes, whips, flogs, switches, prods, shocking batons, pears, and belts. It was all so much. Her head spun as her attempted to memorize their differences. Each seemed more sadistic then the next. Her knees got weak and began to fell nausea as they walk around. This was all too much, as she felt a surge of panic. She started to turn and just run, but just as she did, #2 grabbed her arm, and whispered.



“Don’t do it. Relax”



“Did I hear somebody say something” Bacchus bellowed.



“Yes SIR” #2 replied.



Fate’s adrenaline soon got overrun with dopamine, and her “fight or flight” attack was over and now she was almost lethargic.



In a semi trance, Fate watched as Bacchus called #2 forward. Bacchus called him to the “auction” position where he took a switch and placed 2 strikes on each part of his body. With each slash, a light red mark appeared; arms, legs, torso and back. #2 cringed as the switch made contact with his flesh.



Fate stood in shock as her mind raced back to being in Yemen, where a man was caned in public for some such charge. The brutality of the crowd, and cheers as each of the 20 lashes struck the middle aged man.



The repressed memory made her shake. She had to get it together, her legs were trembling and there was a fire in her gut. She was losing control as #2 walked past. As if a light bulb went on in her head, she straightened, and her mind came back to her. She felt like she had been reprogrammed. She had to keep it together, so she, or others, would not be further harmed.



This day was now becoming different for Fate. She seemed to have a spring in her step as she ran. Even Vulcan, was taken by the air in her lungs and the spring in her step. Maybe, just maybe, the transformation was starting early in the Persian princess. Vulcan would have to keep a keen on her, to see if the seed of slavery had taken root.



After lunch, Hans continue his seminar on being a master. For the next two hours, he spoke about the handling and care of a slave. Hans related slaves to dogs. We give them food, water and attention, just as we give our slaves. Dogs need grooming and exercise, just as slaves do. Owners take their dogs to the vet when they’re sick, just as master take their slaves. The better we train the animal, the better they serve their master. If we treat them right, they serve and protect their owners. Treat them wrong, and they may bite. He ended the speech with these words.



“Please, feel free to speak opening with the estate slaves. Ask them how they feel, and would they like to leave? Are they fed properly, due the get enough attention? Do they feel the modern day pressure of rent, taxes and car payments? Most people vould gladly give up the hustle and bustle of our modern day vorld for the safe and exotic lifestyle behind the estate walls. It’s all in the TRaining.”



“Eye opening, I say” Hera said as she and Steve left the room. Steve got a sense that Hera might be English, though he knew not to ask.



“Yes, I..I had never thought of it like that… this…well… my slave Fate came ….well” Steve stuttered.



“Son, after my Alfred died, I almost ended it all , but my world was changed when my son in law Sir.. oh sorry I forgot no names. Well a family member purchased a fine young lass from this same estate. Well, you see, after 3 children my daughter just did not have it in her to….well.. to keep up with her wifely duties, and they.. how do I put it… They have an image to uphold, and so my daughter attends to the outside affairs, say a charity event, and Tess, that his slave, makes sure the kids homework is done, and Sir… my son in laws pipes are cleaned. See Tess cannot have children, and came from a very poor section of Baltimore, and my son in law has a certain panache for say larger African Americans, and Tess had a fetish for acting as a Mammy. Anyone can get a nanny, but even they tell all for the all mighty pound. You see son, Fate only touches us, if we need touching, if not we call it an accident. Fitting name you picked.”



They walked a little farther.



“Lars..” The graying lady winked as she said his name.



“..was facing 20 years behind bars before …well .. a certain person saw his submissive nature and made him an offer he could not refuse…Fuck me, or get fucked for the next 20. He knows once he gets out of here its easy street. I’m 60, there only so much vigor in me left. Then he’ll be just eye candy for the ol’ broads to gawk at. He knows I don’t even own a whip nor do I care to have one. You remember that old show Fantasy Island… with that Ricardo guy… this is it.”



Steve laughed as he remember sitting in front of the television and watching it ever Saturday night. He loved that show. It seemed everything sounded so right, but his secret about Fate. What would happen, did he ruin her life?



They had just passed a window as Steve looked out. Fate was leading the pack. Head high, back straight, she looked like she was running for the gold.



Fate seemed to have a hyper sensitive eye that day while showering. Her eye followed as the Nubian man washed his massive ebony pole. Even flaccid, she could see the large vein that sat atop his cock. As she was grooming, she felt an energy she never had. Her fingers tingled and her legs were anxious. When she got to her breasts, her areola her raised and her brown nipples were hard and extended.



She watched as the cold water elevated the blonde’s nipple. They rose as the water struck the large brown nubs. Her body seemed to arch as she slightly lifted her leg to insert the enema tip into her ass. These new feeling surged as she looked down and saw a small puddle of fluid collecting on her stool, between her legs.



That night after dinner, #4 was called in front of the dining hall. The tall, thin black woman assumed the “auction” position after Bacchus bellowed the command. He ran his fingers over her body as he circled.



“Canine” Bacchus called out.



#4 went right to her knees. Bacchus swiped his hand between her legs and showed his audience.



“Moisture, it will be your saving grace, when duty calls.”



With that said, Bacchus raised his tunic, exposing his well hung meat pole. He took hold of his semi rigid cock and placed it between the ebony beauty’s thighs.



She grunted and moaned as his engorging cock started its dry penetration between her legs.



“Think my child..Think of your pleasure”



Her face was contorted as her pressed into her. Several long seconds when by when her grabbed her bony hips and started to sink his weight into her.



“AAAHHHH..my child you got the hint”



In an instant, his shaft sunk to its hilt. Her black slit seemed to envelope his pink pole as he sunk farther into the dark hole. Only after he had reached the bottom did he slowly extract his cock, everyone could see a hint of wetness. He started another slow assault on her slit, and quickly her rock bottom. After a couple of long assaults, everyone could see her juices were flowing. As if a flood gate had been opened, soon his cock glistened with her nectar. She began to moan as his pace increased until he was sawing into at a regular pace.



Fate watched on as the ebony body accepted the ivory shaft. The Nubian was panting after several minutes of the vaginal assault, and seemed to being almost enjoying. Fate’s mind raced; How could she enjoy that? Was she truly excited? Was it pleasure or pain?



“Don’t you cum, bitch” Bacchus yelled out as he slapped her ass, making her flinch.



Everyone could see the change. #4 seemed to be brought back into place. Her moans became softer. Her body responded less to the fucking that she was receiving and more to accepting the two hundred and twenty pound man. After fifteen minutes of non-stop fucking, Bacchus reached under the woman midriff and picked her up in mid stroke. As he raised her up, he slid her to his right arm and twisted her so she was facing him. Her legs extended out and wrapped around the hulk of a man. Without missing a beat, Bacchus now increased his thrusts.



Fate was amazed as they switched positions. Now while holding her up, he was ramming his ivory pole into the tall ebony goddess at an frantic pace. She watched as the woman fluids ran down her leg, and Fate could feel her own body responding. Fate noticed that Bacchus was grabbing her so hard that he was leaving hand prints in her, and she was grimacing terribly. Finally after another fifteen minutes of pure pussy assault, Bacchus bellowed. His body became rigid, and his muscles seem to become stone as he bore into the black beauty. Seconds led to a minute, and all could then see a torrent of white seed drip from between her legs.



When Bacchus had caught his breathe, he placed the woman on her knees and waited. The woman got her bearings and gently pulled his limp penis to one side and began to orally clean him. When both sides of his penis were cleaned, she gently lifted his penis and properly cleaned his balls. When she was done, she assumed the 1st position.



As the instructors all cheered, Bacchus called Lars and #1 to the front.



“She needs a reward, cum in her mouth, NOW” Bacchus decried.



Fate watched as the two men, exposed their massive meat sticks and started to stroke their cocks. Never had she seen such beauty as she was seeing, a black man and a white man, both slowly stroking large cocks. She felt a tingle as they both started to become aroused.



At least twenty inches of cock sat just inches from the black girl’s mouth and Fate’s mouth watered as each minute went by and the cocks became more and more enriched. She was mesmerized as the men’s hands stroked their firm man meat, and small drops of liquid started to drip out of the tips of the penises. Finally, the black man began quickening the pace as he arched his back and grunted.



The black woman was watching as #1 started to lift himself up on his toes. Like a baby to a bottle, she grabbed his cock with her right hand and took the engorged head into her mouth. The sheer volume was too much for her to swallow at one time and soon there was semen running down the corner of her lips. #1 shook as the last of the aftershocks rocked his body.



As #4 licked her lips, she turned slightly as the large blonde man began to cry out. She firmly grabbed the pink pole with both hands and embedded her mouth onto it. Wave after wave shot into her mouth but this time she had thought back to Cupid’s class and placed the tip at the back of her throat and extended her tongue. This time the creamy batter struck its mark, her esophagus, and like a cat cleaning itself, she licked her lips, and cleaned his shaft.



“Bravo, Bravo, you learned well after your initial mistake. Please all back to your seat.” Bacchus chuckled.



Fate’s body was electric as the three sat down. She had never seen such an erotic display of sex. She tried to clear her head but the image of the woman swallowing those massive man poles etched in her eyes. She had not seen the sperm eject, but her mind raced at the imagery.



That night as she tried to sleep, she heard wet noises, and then sighs. She could tell who or where they were but she had an idea tonight had been to much for someone, and it said in the handbook, “ALBSOLUTELY NO MASTERBATION without permission”



The next morning seemed the same as the other but today the man named Zeus met her with his leash after breakfast.



“Hello beautiful, did you sleep well” The man asked Fate.



“Yes, M.. Master.” Fate replied



She had lied. It had taken her hours to fall asleep because she had such an urge to touch herself but knew deep inside someone was watching.



After breakfast, Cupid had a long and through lecture on the vagina. The first hour was an intense anatomy lesson on the reproductive system. Fate sat mesmerized as she learned about the clitoris, Bartholin glands, and the cervix. She was awed as he explained how as the female gets excited, the body starts a natural progression; the clitoris grows, nipples become erect, fluid is expelled from glands, breathing increases, and finally the cervix contracts awaiting it’s prize, sperm. Her mind raced as she put the past couple of days into her mind.



After the lecture, Cupid called #3, the red head, and Fate to the front of the class. He asked Fate to be seated in a large chair.



“Number 3, bring her to orgasm” Cupid commanded as he brought over a tripod that had a video camera attached to it.



Fate instantly gripped the arms of the chair as #3 knelt in front of her. Cupid connected some wires and instantly the rest of the class had a perfect view of the small piece of cloth that covered her groin.



The plump red head slowly lifted the cloth, and stared at Fate’s, hairless, exposed pussy. She had never seen such a jewel.



As Number 3 stared at the marvelous clam shaped object in front of her, she thought back to her high school days, just after her parents died in the house fire. She would sneak glances at the other girls in the shower. She longed to be touched, but she knew that lesbians were outcasts in Nebraska especially town as small as Plainwater. So after living with the Grants, and graduating she left Plainwater, and headed for Dallas, where she met Buck, who when they ran out of money, sold her to this place, but now she was about to fulfill a dream of being with another woman.



Number 3 stared into Fate’s eyes and tried to tell her everything would be OK, but she could tell the bronze skin goddess was scared so she gently parted she legs, and softly ran her hands up her thighs then to her ass cheeks. She pulled Fate to the edge of the chair, and brought her thumbs back to the top of her slit. Her fingers parted Fate’s labia, and she silently gasped as Fate’s crown jewel was exposed. Fate’s clitoris was starting to bulge under its hood, and #3 could feel Fate start to self lubricate. Her right thumb found Fate’s hood, and she applied some pressure and pushed it up. Freed from its lair, Fate’s clit rose like a micro monolith. #3′s left thumb found its mark and Fate exhaled. She knew now she controlled Fate’s destiny, as fluid started to pool on the chair. #3 rolled the clit, and pushed the clit until she could take no more. Her tongue instantly found its mark.

Monday night is my favorite night of the week. That’s because Monday is game day. Every Monday from seven to eleven our club meets in the ballroom in the rec center to play board games, card games, night games or even console games. I’m game master of the club, and own forty-six of the seventy plus board games we play and know how to play almost all of them. My roommate, roommate to be, and friends all come play with us, and our club has been nominated for club of the year on campus. We usually get twenty to thirty people every Monday and have special events from time to time.



The president of our club is Jennifer and I’ve had a crush on her since my freshman year from going kayaking with her. She taught me, mostly anyway, how to do an Eskimo roll in the kayak. That’s where you flip over in a kayak so your torso is underwater and you turn it back over using only your body and the paddle for torque without getting out. Learning is a bit of a challenge given that the whole time you try and practice it you are forced under water and either have to succeed, be helped to turn over by someone, or panic and swim out filling the kayak with water. Jennifer helped to turn me over many, many times and I’m not sure even then how much I kept her there to help me or just to have her there.



Being in her swimsuit, in a tight bikini top I couldn’t help but notice how good she looked. She had medium long hair, tight stomach, good-sized tits, and a beautiful face with an almost constant smile or laugh. She actually was sort of a tomboy and despite her good physique she wore swim trunks and played as rough as the other guys in the pool. She would ram your boat and tip you over if you let her and was one of the first picks for polo. Given she goes to an engineering school where the ratio is at best 3:1 guys I guess you sort of have to play rough to be good. Unfortunately she was a year older and I was far to shy at the time to do anything but enjoy her company and after the kayaking sort of fizzled I lost contact with her for almost a year.



Seeing her again at the club presentation day last fall I immediately joined Board and Gaming Club. Not only was playing games one my favorite things to do, it meant I got to spend time with her again, which was a definite plus.



My first few meetings I got to know a lot of people and I found out just how many different board games there are. I had always been an avid gamer, and I have played many board games, all the standard ones: Monopoly, Sorry, Life, Scrabble, Battleship, Risk, and many card games. I was even state champion at Bridge in high school. But the first few weeks I played a new game every week, some I’d never even heard of before. Mario, the card game, the one that actually inspired the franchise; Stock Ticker, a game of playing the stocks with a group of people all given same starting money to see who can make the most in an allotted time; Settlers of Catan, one of our staples, a game to rule the island of Catan by building the most economic network to build an empire; and many more.



Every week I would go to see these people and play games with them and quickly we became friends. But outside of game night we still had a very large workload. Being physics major I have one of the hardest majors at the school. I went to the library between classes quite often because it was easier than going home and it increased my chances of actually getting work done. Jennifer too went to the library to work and I always said hi as I went passed her to find an outlet for my laptop. Her hair was so pretty everytime I passed her and she always smiled when she saw me.



Working up my nerve I would go and sit with her at the table whenever she was alone to work with her. This usually meant I didn’t get much work done, as we tended to talk too much to pay attention to what we were doing.



With the start of the new semester our schedules changed and I found she had lunch every day the same time as me. Besides becoming a very prominent member of the club and having real issues to talk to her about we were good friends by now and I often had lunch at her table with her friends. More and more I was aware of how beautiful she was despite her frumpy clothing.



For some reason I still don’t understand she wore the baggiest clothing and was the height of nerd. She wore a knit wool hat with tassels and a black baggy sweatshirt with loose jeans. Even up close it was hard to tell how good she really looked, her face being the exception. Being a very bubbly person she was always smiling and had a very good laugh, even when she was down somehow her face was still lit up. She never wore make-up had no need to, her face was smooth and she got very rosy cheeks when she was cold.



I wanted very much to ask her out and my crush had done nothing but grown since I kept spending time with her. Conversely, our friendship was very good and she spent a lot of time with me as it was and I didn’t want to risk it with a date gone badly and the awkwardness it would mean. Still she was one of the hotter girls I’ve met and she loved to play games as much as me, I couldn’t just let her slip away.



Meeting her again in the library I sat with her and started to do my circuits homework. She was an electrical so I figured she could help me, besides it was an excuse to meet with her. It was Monday so I figured we could do this between now and game night. Sadly, my stupid analog class was so over my head it was over her head and she was a year ahead of me in that field. So our ‘study time’ turned into her playing with my phone and me watching, helping, and playing Lux (basically risk) on my computer. She played angry birds and rush hour on my phone until around five. At which point I suggested food, she was going to just go home and have dinner, but I managed to convince her to go to Chipotle with me instead. A double win to be sure because Chipotle was now both delicious and enticing enough to get her to go out with me.



We walked back to her house to get her car and go since she needed her wallet and she lived only a few blocks down the hill and across the creek. After a pleasant dinner she dropped me off at my friends and told me she’d meet me at game night later.



A week or so passed since our quasi-date and it was our three-day weekend. We had Monday off, rather than miss game night I suggested to the club we have game day at my house instead. Twelve hours plus of solid games and fun all day Monday and into Tuesday morning. We set up my friend’s projector in the spare room pointing it at the ceiling for an extra twist to play Portal on, and all the Rock Band stuff in the living room. We sort of regretted the Rock Band stuff thou, because our group has the worst singing of any group of people I’ve ever encountered. But despite our bad tune we have much fun all day.



Jennifer and I went to get the pizza and another drum-set from goodwill since our pedal broke. But another person came with us so I did not get time with her alone. When we got back we made her play portal since for some reason she hadn’t and I lay next to her taunting her as she played.



Night came and we set-up Halo on both our Xbox’s and Jennifer, me, and another person from game night played on the one in the spare room. We played zombies mostly and I being rather good at it started to taunt Jennifer with Jennifer hunting. Whenever I was zombie, or especially if she was zombie, rather than play the game normally and run, I hunted her and taunted her by telling her what I was going to do. How close I was, where I’d come from, and what gun I’d use. After a while merely saying her name made her jump.



Despite my warnings I still was very good at hunting her and she grew angry with me and took my hat from me. This is something people don’t generally do as I get it back one way or another and people don’t cross me in that. But instead of snatching it back from her I countered and took her hat. I had worn her hat once before and the smell of her hair had infused itself into the hat and smelled very good. She had a sort of fruity shampoo or something and the smell was rather distinctive to her. I felt it was a worthy trade and continued to hunt her while smelling her hat.



Twice more she came to our house that week to play games with us and help on our random craft day. Craft day was needed because one can only handle so much calculus and I at least needed to get out my artistic side. We made among other things a giant gummi bear by melting down gummi bears in a make shift double boiler and pouring it into a honey bear. The bear was a massive win, and is still very delicious.



That Saturday I texted Jennifer to see what she was up too and she replied work but she up for anything after seven. Getting up my nerve I said she should go out with me then. After a rather long pause, which was rather intense on my end at least, she finally said yes she’d go.



Our date went good as far as I could tell. We went and played mini golf first. She lost horribly on the first nine but managed to do much better the second half. It was a relief because I would have hated to tell her she tripled my score so I only told her she won on the back nine by one point. Next, we had Chinese food and went to go see Tangled in the theater. Being nerds and the only people in there, we made fun of the movie as we watched it and were laughing most of the time.



After the movie we went back to my car and discovered I didn’t have my key. We looked and retraced our steps but it was lost and we couldn’t find it. Since I only lived about a mile from the theater anyway we walked back to my house to get my spare from my roommate since he drives me more often than I drive anyway. It was snowing and we were playing in the snow as we walked. She couldn’t slide as far as me but she was good conversation as we walked and talked.



We both were avid fans of Calvin and Hobbes who I commonly associate with Jack (the narrator) and Tyler Durden from Fight Club. Jennifer was not a fan of Fight Club and had no interest in knowing the many similarities between the two. How Tyler was a recreation of Hobbes, as Calvin grew up and found himself crushed as the perfect happy life he was promised turned out to be a shallow meaningless existence.



Rather than get into the details we agreed to disagree. Walking past the dealerships between my house and the theater we drew on the cars covered in snow. Games of tic-tac-toe, man with hat from XKCD, random messages, and we cleaned all the snow off one car in the middle of the lot for the random.



Walking back to my house we decided since the snow was so good we wanted to play in it more. We built the Calvin and Hobbes head peeking up over the hill, like a giant poking his nose over with his fingers to the sides. It stayed there for almost a week before it melted, which here is rather significant. Making it was fun, and I loved to sculpt and have been front page of the paper twice for my snow Lincoln and snowman protest relief. After an hour or two Jennifer was frozen, she had kept kneeling in the snow and her legs were all wet and frozen. So we went inside to warm up and had apple cider.



She changed into my shorts and stripped to her tank top under her other shirt. I gave her my blamange, which is a giant white puffy feather blanket. It gets its name from the Monty Python sketch, but needless to say, it is awesome, very comfy, and very warm. She curled right up into it and drank the cider but her cheeks stayed red. Suggesting we watch another movie we decided on The Chronicles of Riddick as she had never seen it before and was a huge fan of Vin Diesel, not in small part because he plays D&D.



I got my feather pillow that was really a three-in-one giant pillow to support us as we watched the movie and we lay on my bed under the blamange. My computer on my desk is a 27″ iMac and has a screen big enough to function as a TV. Rather than mess with the transfer to my external and setting it up on my Xbox for the living room this was easier. My roommate watched the movie with us and I held Jennifer lightly as we watched. After the movie was over it was getting very early even by my standards and I didn’t want to get up. Jennifer was not as pro at morning activity as me and simply lay there as the credits finished and the screen went dark from inactivity.



I couldn’t sleep, not with her in my bed this close to me, and it appeared she was not asleep either. We moved so as to lie in the bed long way rather than across it as we had for the movie. For the next length of time, I’m not really sure how long, we played a very subtle little game. First she would roll over and get closer and then pull back. Then I would roll to hold her and then thinking she was asleep pull back. She would then lay her head on my shoulder and I would pull close to her. All our movements were intentional but apparently random as if made during sleep. I commented as such after a long time saying how pro we were at sleeping. She laughed and agreed saying she hadn’t slept any either. I told her to lie on her side then so I could hold her properly.



She did and I spooned up to her and draped my arm over her pulling her to me as we lay under the covers. Her legs were so smooth against mine, her hair so sweet in my face. I felt very relaxed as I held her and many a night have I longed just for that simple hold. But given the situation I wanted more.



My hand holding her stomach was just brushing the underside of her tit. Squeezing ever so softly at first I massaged the area just underside her tit. She did not protest the massage but kept me at first from moving higher. My massage grew slowly more insistent and I pressed up and she released and I finally held the soft tender breasts I so worshiped for some reason.



They felt so large in my hands yet tender as I felt her sigh as I pressed and rolled them. This was my favorite part; her reactions to my touches were far more satisfying than the touches themselves. After awhile I slid my hand down to the bottom of her shirt. She knew what I was doing and quickly helped me to pull her shirt out of the way as I slid my hand back up her naked torso back to her now more exposed tits. Her body was warm and she moved to feel my hands more as them played along her body. I did my best to push her bra out of the way and gripped her naked tit feeling her moan softly as I did so.



Emboldened by my success thus far I slid my hand down over her legs, my shorts, and rubbed them. She had to know where I was headed but didn’t seem to protest the movement. Moving my hand to between her legs I felt her jerk as I slid my fingers up her slit though the fabric.



Holding myself back I kept my hard cock off her, somehow it felt wrong to unnerve her with it pressing to hard to have her right then. I wanted to pleasure her, to feel her pleasure and if the time came then move forward. For now I kept my hand to her pussy and my other still fondling her tit. She was quiet as I rubbed her but her enjoyment was obvious. She kept her head craned back mouth slightly open, her breathing was elevated with her pulse and I felt her jerk from time to time went I circled her clit.



I wanted to get my hand inside the shorts to get closer to her pussy, to feel the dampness I knew was there. I wanted so very badly to feel her cum, to shake in my arms, to cry out. I felt her, hoping to go further, but she held my hand down. Everytime I tried to move it she pulled it back to her pussy, I thought at first it was because she didn’t want it to leave, but given her insistence and not letting my hand above the waistband I knew my advances were finally being stopped. Finally she said the clothes were staying on today and to play with the top instead.



Disappointed, I nonetheless submitted to her request, as it was after all the first date and she had done far more than I had expected already. Rolling her over and holding her to me I told her to kiss me then. We kissed and held each other until 10ish in the morning and talked about all sorts of things from religion to the stupid circuits to how amazing she felt against me. But she said she had to go and get to church, I was not a fan of seeing her leave for such a reason, but I drove her home anyway getting stuck three times in the massive snow left from the night before and ice underneath it.



Time passed and nothing seemed to have changed between us, I thought she was happy with our date and I could not wait for the next one. But it was test time and we were both very busy trying to pass our respective tests.



After a week or so my friend from home, a couple years younger texted saying he was coming to tour the school. We decided to greet him with a bafing fight. Bafing is basically foam sword fighting, with wooden, PVC, or carbon fiber cores and a noodle duck taped on the outside. Jennifer came with us and it just so happened we were the first to arrive at the field in the middle of campus. She told me out of the blue that while Saturday was a lot of fun she didn’t want to go out with me. Shocked and rather hurt I was left to just go with it as my friends started to show up and we never had a chance to talk about it at the time.



For the next four hours we had our sword fight, got smoothies and toured my friend around the campus. It was very surreal having her there, having dumped me and yet we were acting as if nothing had happened. This feeling didn’t really fade over the next several weeks. She showed no signs of discomfort being around me all the time, in fact seemed to be spending even more time than usual doing stuff with me. Albeit we were never really alone for it, she came to my house three times that week and played games and planned the events for E-Days with me.



Having to see her became more a chore than a pleasure because as fun and beautiful as she was, I could not hold her, not be with her in that way. I could do nothing about it and yet there she was over and over staring me in the face. I can’t decide if I would feel better or worse if she had given me a reason but I really did not want to take no for an answer.



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This weekend my friend was moving in and Jennifer agreed to come over and help us after her party. From what I was told it was a Kahlua and ice cream party and she got to our house very late. My new roommate was almost moved in but Jennifer got cold from some combination of the chilly evening and the ice cream and she found my blamange and curled up in it. She must have been rather tired and feel asleep very quickly in the warm embrace of the blamange.



My roommates both left shortly there after, both going home for the weekend. Leaving me here with the sleeping Jennifer, now in my bed. This was too much for me, I had been pining after her for the last weeks more than ever and now she was in my bed, no one home. At the beginning of the year I had gotten rope in the chance I had need for it, I was quite handy with it from scouts but all it had been used for so far was tying my cardboard boat to my car to bring it to the race. Now I had a use for the rope that was much less innocent.



Jennifer had fallen asleep in my bed of her own volition, and she had ‘slept’ with me once before. Some part of her wanted this and I was not going to let it slip between my fingers again.



I was careful to measure out the rope I needed before moving Jennifer at all. I made four parallel loops for her wrists, and set up the rope to be adjusted from the side. This part of the rope I secured to the headboard of the bed. This would make it so I held her wrists apart, without any chance of her escaping or losing circulation to her hands. Her legs would be more difficult and I was only able to attach the rope to the footboard legs and would have to wait until I removed the blanket to continue. For her face I grabbed a clean sock. Also grabbing a pair of scissors for cutting her clothes and the ropes if need be.

Grabbing the ropes I looked down at her, was I really going to go through with this? I mean it was everything I wanted, but what happens if she flat refuses? No she walked into this willingly, she just needed a push. She would come around one way or another. Besides the ropes were already tied.



I pulled her left hand out first and slid it into the loops. Reaching across she stirred as I slid the second set of loops over her right hand. Jennifer attempted to pull her hand back, meeting resistance she murmured, “What, hey, what’s going on?” Not wasting any time as she was waking up quicker than I expected I pulled the ropes on her arms tight and forced her to lay flat as her arms were pulled apart and held straight out.



“Shhh, don’t move,” I stoked her smooth hair and willed her to clam down, “just go back to sleep you’ll feel very good soon.”



Taking her momentary lull as good fortune I slid down the bed and yanked her shorts off before she knew what was happening. This was too sudden and she kicked out as I slipped the shorts off. Grabbing one leg I slid the loops I had set-up over her ankle and tightened it down. Too tight, she would be sure to lose circulation but for now I needed her immobile. The second leg was more difficult than the first but I managed to wrestle it down and into the binding as well. Jennifer was by now yelling out in protest and finishing binding her I shoved the sock in her mouth.



This was very effective at muffling her shrieks and I returned my attention to her bindings. If I loosened her ankles she might be able to escape but if I kept them tight she would lose circulation. I wanted neither, so I improvised and tossing the blamange aside I wrapped a second rope eight times around her leg, four above the knee and four below. Repeating this on the opposite leg I brought the two ends together on the left side of the bed having gone underneath with the right one and used a double taught line hitch to pull her legs apart. This spread her legs but over strained her ankles even more, free to loosen them I did so and finally got her bound in a stable, hopefully comfortable and secure binding.



Jennifer resisted her bindings and kept trying to yell out past the sock but her efforts were futile. I couldn’t help but stare at her tight body, as she lay there helpless. I knew I was turned on by bondage but seeing her in my bed helpless to my every desire was more than I ever imagined. Her chest was heaving, tits pressed against her tight tank top.



Those tits had been haunting me since I first saw them in the pool but even more so having massaged them not more than a month ago. They were just sitting there waiting to be held, fondled, sucked, anything I want to do to them. I jumped into the bed and Jennifer moaned in protest and turned her head away as I gripped the full of her right tit and drove my face between the delicious mounds.



They were so warm and soft, my brain was in overdrive as I lay there and fondled her. I had one of my best friends tied down, most likely terrified of me and I was in ecstasy. I was in a state of pure childish delight playing with her tits, and yet was also contemplating the ramifications of my actions. I was split in the scene, one part of me stood there watching myself and judged. I was a perverted little freak tying down my friend just to play with bits of flesh on her chest. Yet what lovely pieces of flesh they were. I could feel her heart race, her chest rise with each breath, and the vibrations of her moans of protest all while massaging her tit with my hand.



Sliding my hand down I reached up under her shirt and slid my hand along her chest. It was smooth and I could feel her ribs under her skin and couldn’t help but bring my cock against her leg. She tried to jerk away from me but my bindings were strong.



“There’s no need to fight it. Just lay back and enjoy it, I know you will. I’ll make sure of it.”



I pulled her bra aside under shirt and grabbed her naked breast as I said this and she looked away from me again. Feeling her bare skin was even more erotic than it had been through the shirt and made sure to rub the tit good. I knew she would like it, all that tension needed to be loosened. Having a good set of tits like hers it was a fair amount of weight to carry around even inside her bra. Those muscles and tendons would feel good from a deep tissue massage no matter the circumstance the rub was given. Besides it meant more time to play with the curves I so wanted to feel for so long.



I knew she liked this part and even being tied up and forced into it I could feel her resolve cracking as I continued to rub her fears away. She even looked up longingly when I pulled my hand away. But, when she saw me reaching for the pair of scissors her tension and fear immediately returned and she again fought at her bindings.



“Shhh, I told you not to fight it. Your shirt is in my way and I really want to play with your nipples. Don’t fidget or I may actually cut you.”



This made her lie absolutely ridged and she held her breath puffing her chest out even more than normal. Her eyes were clamped shut and she tried to turn away. I wanted to toy with her, draw the scissors along her stomach and tickle her with them, force her to fear them but she might flinch and I didn’t want to stab her, not with scissors anyway. I merely cut up along the center of her shirt, a simple white tank top probably only a couple bucks. The chest underneath on the other hand was anything but.



Clipping the straps on the shirt I pulled it out from underneath her and put the scissors to the side. Her body really was amazing, I had felt it and knew how smooth and even it was and I’d seen it before in the pool. But this was different; her arms outstretched open to my embrace and tits pushed out by the air in her chest and one out from under her bra.



I fell down to her side and held her close to me. I wanted to feel as much of this body against me as I could. I pressed my head against her the nape of her neck and inhaled the beautiful scent of her hair. I slid my hands along the taught skin over her midriff tickling her belly button and up to her exposed tit. I ran my hand over it admiring how perfectly round it was cupped in my hand. She moaned again and tried to pull away from me.



“When are you just going to admit you are enjoying this? Your nipples are already hard and I bet your starting to get wet down there.”



At the mention of her pussy cried out and pulled at her bindings even harder.



“Relax, I’ll play with that later. For now I said I was going to play with your nipples. Stay to the top, I remember.”



I tried to remove her bra without leaving her neck. Her hair was so intoxicating; I was almost content just to lay here holding her with the scent of her hair. But her bra was proving rather difficult. I could unclip it just fine but I could not get it off. I didn’t want to cut it because it might cost more than a few bucks so I was trying to undo the strap but I was just blindly fumbling. Ah well, I was going down there anyway; I took one last intake of that sweet hair and slid my face back to her soft pillows. Not a bad trade overall and now seeing the strap I was able to get it undone soon enough and pulled her bra out and threw it aside.



Returning my attention to what I was laying on I found to my delight her nipples were still hard. She really was enjoying this even if she wouldn’t admit it yet. But those nipples were just begging to be sucked and I had no reason not to oblige them.



I could feel Jennifer’s moan as I sucked her nipple into my mouth and it seemed conflicted between the pleasure of the suction and the circumstances of the attention. No matter to me however, she was enjoying it and I was in a position to make her enjoy it more. Sucking it further into my mouth I swirled me tongue on her nipple. It was both rough and tender to my touch, I wanted more of it. Grabbing her other nipple with my fingers I pinched her nipple as best I could while still holding her tit with the rest of my hand.



Working my tongue back and forth and my hand massaging her other breast Jennifer’s heart began to race again but I had a feeling it was an entirely different reason this time. As much fun as it was toying with her nipples her panties were too inviting to pass up.



Just as before, Jennifer was turned on enough by my foreplay with her tits to let me slide my hand down between her legs. I caressed the inside of her legs with my hands, she must had just shaven them as they were silky smooth and warm to my touch. Her panties her white with pastel dots, not quite bikini style but close and very form fitting. Sliding my hand over her pussy the first time I felt her jerk at the touch but not overtly protesting the caress.



At this point even if she had been screaming in terror I would have been turned on by feeling her in such a private place. To feel her jerk and buck under my hand, but no she was actually beginning to enjoy the touches and I still held her tit to my face.



Bringing my hand to a rest cupping her I felt just how warm she was, if her legs were warm it did not compare to the heat her pussy was giving off through the panties. This was very comfortable for both of us and I lay and enjoyed the feeling. Her breast pressed up against my face, her bound body helpless to my movements, and her pussy on fire under the pressure of my hand gently pulling up.



“Don’t worry, this time you don’t have to feel guilty about it. I’m in control here, and you can just lie there and enjoy it. I know you enjoyed it last time, and this time you will even more. You can be sure I will.”



She was strong willed I had to give her that, her body clearly wanted this, but her mind still was not willing. I started to massage her outer lips through her panties, given how much I enjoyed the feeling I guessed she would not hold out much longer. Her lips were soft and fluid and I could feel her shiver as I ran my fingers along her slit. Her breast still pressed to my ear I watched her stomach rise and fall and she tried to remain clam. Pushing with my middle finger I forced her panties and my finger deeper into her folds pulling the fabric tight against her now swollen lips.



“This is about where we got to last time wasn’t it. I really can’t imagine how you managed to stop me before,” and I sucked her nipple in my mouth again causing her to shudder and moan in protest, “but this time since you so nicely came back I think we should move on.”



Pulling my hand back I slid my fingers under her waistband and along the tops of her hipbones. She shivered and pulled at her bindings fairly hard, it was a good thing the knots were firm. Sliding my hand down I kept my hand to the very right side of her crotch. I could feel her blood pumping in the veins; she was still fighting the bonds trying to get out. Her efforts were in vain and she gasped and twitched as I danced my fingers over her naked pussy.



Even my subtle little touches were sufficient to feel the dampness there that had already spread to her panties leaving a dark spot on the clean white fabric. Dancing my fingers back over her pussy I circled my finger around her outer lips. She was now whimpering behind the sock and I watched with great fascination as my hand contorted the fabric of her panties. I spread her lips with my fingers and felt the heat of her pussy as I toyed with the even softer inner lips. Circling up my fingers found her clit hidden in her pink folds.



Jennifer was unable to ignore my touches when they found her clit and her body jerked in response to my flicking it.



“That’s right, twitch my beauty. Let my fingers bring you to another world. You are going to cum for me right here.”



She whimpered at my words and tired again to close her legs to keep out my probing fingers. Drawing my self away from her soft mounds and smooth skin I reoriented my self to between her legs. I was forced to remove my hand, but despite her immediate relief with my hand leaving she cried out and struggled as she saw me moving to put my face right between her legs.



From this vantage point I could not only see how damp her panties were getting, but smell her sex in the air. The damp panties clung to her folds and were now semi transparent. Pulling close I inhaled the scent of her, choosing to exhale deeply I breathed hot air on her pussy. She moaned and pulled at her bindings trying to pull away from me.



Bringing my hands around to her stomach I bent my head down and kissed her pussy. It was so sweet and from the moment I tasted it I had to have more. Grabbing the near string edges of her panties I pulled up tightening the triangle of fabric over her pussy and pulling it taught. She moaned, and I don’t know whether it was from pain, pleasure, or some combination of the two. I pulled as hard as I could up on her panties and her clit was pinched between the seams the fabric cutting in to her slit. I reached out with my tongue and licked the clit under strain and I felt her twitch and try to scream out.



This was too good and I licked her clit again. Her sweetness was soaking through and around the panties and I lapped it up. Licking the length of her pussy I could hear Jennifer start to breath rapidly. Letting go of the left side of her panties I reached for the scissors. Going against my better judgment I trailed the scissors along her body. Sliding them over and around her breasts and even down over her pussy. Thankfully, she suffered her spasm internally and when I went to trim the now strings that were the sides of her panties they came off without a single scratch.



I had pulled her panties pulled so hard, they still clung to her pussy as if for dear life. Pealing back the soaked panties I watched in ecstasy as she twitched and caused her tits to shake everytime the panties slipped and came loose. Goddamn she was beautiful, her naked body now lay before me spread eagle. My cock was pulsing against my leg and it strained to be free from my boxers. Her body was lean and smooth; pale from being under all her clothing it was now mine for the taking. Her hair was wavy today and her eyes were very hard to read, unsure was the best I could describe them as. Glancing down her body I found her tits again and saw her nipples where still hard and the left looked a little raw from my sucking and nibbling.



Scanning down her stomach I ran my hand over her again and her belly jerked at the tickle. Her pussy was not shaven but it looked as if it had been trimmed some but looked perfect the way it was. I ran my fingers over the soft hair and spiraled it around my finger. Bringing my finger lower I brought it back into her pussy and rubbed it around. Moving to her clit I circled and flicked it watching her jerk her head from side to side. Pulling my hand back I slapped her pussy with a wet smack. She jolted and whimpered at the punishment.



“Oh does that hurt?” and I slapped her pussy again. She nodded as tears formed in her eyes. “You want me to kiss it to make it feel better?” and I slapped her pussy again, this time making sure to land squarely on her exposed clit. She nodded again and was now crying into the sock.



Sinking down I placed my mouth on her pussy my nose on her pubic hair and inhaled. This was just as sweet as the hair on her head and feeling her moan as I kissed her pussy made it even better. Reaching around I grabbed two handful of her ass and pulled my face deeper into her now sucking her clit into my mouth. Unable to see I felt her shoulders buck and imaged her soft tits rippling to the vibrations.



Releasing her tight ass cheeks I moved my hands up her body and found her tits. Meanwhile, I tongued her clit and fast as I could and felt her legs shake as she tried to close her legs giving her a reprieve from my oral assault. No such reprieve was in order and instead I moved my hand away from her tit and brought it back to the lips of her pussy. I heard her try to murmur something but it was lost behind the sock. Sliding my fingers over her lips for only a few seconds more I drove two fingers as deep as I could into her now dripping cunt.



She screamed behind her gag and I felt her try and shift her pussy away from the penetrating fingers. This only caused her to slid her pussy along my fingers while I continued to tongue her clit. I brought my other hand down from her tit and held her stomach in a vain attempt to keep her still. But from the punishment of my fingers and tongue on her clit Jennifer was now unable to keep still. Her body rocked and bucked at my stimulation unable to escape more pleasure.



Rather than piston my fingers in and out I probed her pussy. Pressing and massaging everywhere I could reach. Her muscles were strong and fought hard against my fingers but soon fell to the pleasure my fingers gave. I found a spot that was rougher than the other surfaces and it responded as I pressed on it. Jennifer moaned and bucked even harder at this new pressure. Whatever I found was beyond her control and I rubbed it and pressed it feeling it swell and get, if possible, even warmer.



“See I knew you would like this. Look at your body shake; you can’t believe how good this feels. You are going to cum for me right here, right now. And you are only going to stop when I am satisfied because you can’t do anything to stop me.”



Jennifer was beyond a response of any kind and merely whimpered as she started to breath so fast I was worried she might pass out. Putting my mouth back on her clit I sucked it into my mouth and flicked it back and forth. My hand was now dripping from my fingers buried in her pussy. After several more moments of ecstasy I felt her pussy clamp on my fingers. It was all I could do to hang on to her and keep my mouth on her clit as her body shuddered and bucked. She had been holding back this orgasm and now it was free it sent her body out of control.



I refused to let her down from her high and keep massaging her and sucking on her clit. Her legs shuddered and my bed creaked from the force of her pulling on the ropes attached to her legs. From what I could tell her orgasm kept triggering and I refused to stop pleasuring her and the muscle spasms set off more. After I felt she could take no more I stood up and looked back at her still twitching body. Reaching down I held her tear-strewn face. I took out the sock and kissed her, she didn’t really engage in the kiss but she did not pull away from it either.



“That’s more like it. Now you catch your breath and I’ll be back in a minute. I have to go get some things you stay right here.” I smiled at her and walked to the door, “oh and don’t try and scream or anything I don’t want to put the sock back in and I’m guessing you don’t either, it would be more uncomfortable the second time I assure you.”



Once I left the room I couldn’t help but do a little dance. I had made Jennifer cum for me, felt her cum over and over and she was still there waiting for what I was going to do next. I was like a kid in a candy store, everything looked so good and I wanted everything there was to offer. I could do anything I wanted to her.



But what was I going to do next. As much as I liked bondage and seeing girls toy themselves I was not all that equipped. I didn’t have any dildos or vibrators just lying around and I doubted if either of my roommates did either. Plus that would just be awkward for everyone.



Well come to think of it I did have one thing that vibrated, my electric toothbrush and I had several spare heads so I didn’t mind using one. Watching her get off was more than worth a spare head in my opinion. Excited I rushed in and grabbed it, replacing the batteries to make sure it was at full speed.



What else could I do to her to get her off? Scanning the kitchen I saw my back scratcher laying on the counter next to the bar stools. I wasn’t all that into pain stimulation but the way I forced her to submit by slapping her pussy was a definite plus. The long bamboo stick with a curved end meant to scratch would be a perfect cane to smack her with. I grabbed it too.

Now that I had the makeshift cane my mind whirled to the various things I could do to inflict pain in erotic ways. A zipper made of clothespins would do the trick and I had plenty for the clothesline outside. I gathered up a bunch and got some string from the rummage door to string them together. While I was there I saw a bunch of chopsticks and they gave me an idea, I grabbed them and some scotch tape too.



Carrying my new found arsenal of pain and pleasure I walked back to my room.



“Oh my god what are you doing? Here just untie me. I promise I won’t tell. You made me cum and it felt really good but I just want to go home now. Please just untie me and let me go.”



“Jennifer, I’m disappointed I thought you were just warming up to this. As you might have guessed, telling me it was good then saying no without even a reason doesn’t work so well.”



“It really was good but please just untie me I want to go home.”



“Lucky for both of us I don’t have to take no for an answer this time. Unlucky for you that is not what I wanted to hear. That said you haven’t screamed out so that’s good for you.”



Working my way over to the bed I spilled out the things I gathered onto the bed and a couple of clothespins made their way to Jennifer’s stomach. She tried as best she could to sit up and look at them.



“What are those here for, what are you going to do to me?”



Now there was just a hint of panic in her voice and her eyes darted from one item to the next.



“Well what ever I do, I would make sure you keep from screaming. You might not like it if you do scream out.”



Saying this I bent down to kiss her again pulling her face in. I slid back from the kiss pulling her lip with me holding it in my teeth. I grabbed the first clothespin and trailed it along her smooth body. Up over her face and across her eyes as she closed them. She shuddered as I circled back down and around her nipple.



“Oh you want it there do you? Good choice I think you nipple could use a little pinch.”



Jennifer cringed and her face squeezed together as her nipple was clamped by the wooden clothespin.



“Hurts a little doesn’t it?” She nodded keeping her face tight to hold back any sound, “Oh you want another one for the other nipple?” This time she shook her head. I reached for the back scratcher and ran it up her leg to her pussy. “Are you sure you don’t want another one?” She nodded more vigorously and the clip shook as her tits rocked from the motion. “mmmh, that was the wrong answer I’m afraid.” Pulling the scratcher back I flicked it down on her pussy, not too hard but hard enough to show her I was serious. “Now were you sure you didn’t want another clip?” Again she nodded though not as vigorously this time. I slapped her pussy again, harder this time.



“That is really too bad cause this one looks so good on you. You know I think we should put it on anyway just to see how good it looks.”



Putting it on I grabbed each of her tits. I would never get over how good they felt and looked, so warm in my hands, and smooth to the touch. The clothespins on her nipples covered part of the areola and made her entire tit more taught. I knew how much more sensitive they were becoming from the stressed blood flow so I reached up and twisted the pins slowly and she whimpered.



Grabbing the pile of pins I started to loop the string through each one so they were connected a little over an inch apart. I set up two rows of pins and laid them across her chest.



“What a are you doing. I don’t want any more. Stop. Let me go.”



“Well if you insist. We can hold off on the pins because you’re in luck. There is something else I wanted to do first.”



This seemed to unsettle her more than reassure, but she remained quiet hoping probably, not to egg me on even more. I grabbed the toothbrush and brought it to her clit. Even before it was on she jerked at the touch.



“Remember I said not to scream.”



Turning on the brush Jennifer bucked immediately. Her pussy was still sensitive from my tongue and the vibrations were right on her ultra sensitive clit. Jennifer bit her lip and was already humping the brush involuntarily. I laid the brush down and it stayed leaned on her pussy. Jennifer had her head back and her eyes closed but the brush was doing work and no matter what she did it stayed and sent her wild.



I was able to step back and watch the scene, and while not quite as good as feeling her react, watching her body jerk and shake the pins swinging wildly on her tits was well worth it. My cock was hard against my boxers again and the room was getting hot from all her motion and from how turned on I was getting. I took off my clothes and join her in being naked. Free now, my cock twitched with her body, I had to have her soon.



“You have no idea how much I’ve been wanting to see you cum and now look at you. My own personal little cum slut, your so good I want to give you a treat.”



Jennifer either didn’t hear or wouldn’t respond because she seemed blissfully unaware of me until my balls settled on her chest after straddling her. I grabbed the brush and positioned it so I pressed directly on her clit.



“Cum for me my little slut, you like this brush I can tell,” She nodded, “I want to feel your body shake as you cum for my little brush.”



Her body was twisting as best it could underneath me and I felt my balls slide across her chest. My cock was rock hard and I pressed the brush harder, and jerked myself at I felt and heard her moan. Her head was rocking back and forth her arms and legs straining, she was close.



“Oh my god, I’m gonna cum. It feels so good; the brush on my pussy, and you straddling me like that. Fuck my tits, I want your hot cock between my tits.”



Not waiting an instant I pushed my cock between her mounds of warm flesh and pressed them together. Sliding my cock out and back we both groaned from the sensation. After a few pulses I slammed hard using my weight to press her tits together. She gasped and I slammed home again. Her tits were so smooth and soft my cock slid between them as if it were meant to be there. Meanwhile Jennifer was almost hyperventilating from both my thrusts and the brush still pressed against her clit.



“Now that’s a good girl.”



I paused in my thrusting and pulled the clips off pulling her nipples with them until they snapped off and Jennifer yelped at the sudden release.



“Mmmh, now I told you not to scream and since your being such a good girl lick the pre cum of my dick and we’ll forget this little incident ever happened.”



“Don’t make me do that. Just hold my tits, they feel so good around your cock.”



I put my cock back between her tits and positioned my tip right up near her face. I grabbed her nipples again.



“I agree they do feel very good but there is still pre-cum on my dick and I want you to have it. You tasted so very good; you never know you might like it. And besides,” I said while twisting her nipples, “you don’t have much of an option.”



Jennifer strained and bit her lip as I twisted her tender nipples. The brush was still buzzing on her pussy and she looked pleadingly back at me one last time. I responded by thrusting slightly and twisting her nipples a little more. She winced and turned and put her tongue out and licked the underside of my tip. She licked very cautiously at first but feeling my grip loosen, as I was lost in the pleasure she licked more confidently. Soon my head was clean and she pulled back.



“There its gone, now can I please go these bindings are so constricting.”



“It seems you still don’t understand how this works. But as long as you don’t scream it will be alright.”



“I’m not gonna scream just let me go and it will be…”



I smacked her pussy with the back scratcher. Fine if she didn’t think she would scream then I thought it was time for some more fun with clips. Moving to her right I smacked her pussy again and shut off the brush. Grabbing the first string of clothespins I started to attach the pins on her left breast. Working my way down I attached four to her breast and kept going down her side pulling the skin up to put in the clip. Moving to the right I repeated the procedure on her right breast and side.



Her entire chest was now covered in the little pins but she kept quiet. I grabbed the brush again and turned it on pressing it to her clit. Leaning down I pushed my tongue into her pussy and swirled it around as the brush vibrated her clit. She moaned and her pussy clenched but she remained quiet. Sitting back up I reached for the pins I had tossed aside that were previously on her nipples.



Pulling her pussy lips apart I brought the first clip up and clamped it on the left side of her pussy right next to her clit. She bucked and moaned as I attached the clip. Attaching the second clip to the other side further exposing her clit her eyes started to water.



“You’re a tough little girl aren’t you? You like having all these clips on you. I guess I’ll have to find something better for your nipples cause I’m out of clothespins.”



Jennifer whimpered again but otherwise continued to remain silent. She was now involuntarily shaking from the brush on her clit and all the pins shook with each jolt. Taking the chopsticks from before I broke each in half, then using two halves I one end using tape. Once attached at one end I put it on her nipple and squeezed it together sliding on a tape ring on the end. By sliding the tape closer I could pinch harder than any of the clips. I reached over and attached the second clamp and as I finished Jennifer blurted out:



“Alright I get it, it hurts a lot. And my pussy is on fire. But you can’t make me scream, please I have played your little fantasy just let me go.”



Oh Jennifer, I thought, how wrong you were. Moving myself to over her head I looked down over her body. Wrapping the string around my hand I braced and yanked as hard as I could pulling all the clips on her right side off at once. Jennifer responded by screaming and bucking, as I’m sure she came. My cock twitched as I watched her body shake from secondary orgasms, the right side of her chest red where the clips were torn off.



“My little cum slut I told you not to scream, or I’d have to make sure you couldn’t. We don’t want to wake any of the neighbors up.”



Tears steaming from her eyes she looked up at me, “Please stop. I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it, it was too much. Just let me go, please just take these things off.”



“Take them off you say?” Her eyes went wide as I braced and tore off the left clips.



She screamed again and her body rocked from the force of her sensations.



“I just told you not to do that, and you did right away. I guess we’ll have to keep you from doing that.”



I grabbed her jaw and too weak to fight it she opened her mouth.



“Now suck my cock.”



Weakly she licked the tip and grabbed the head with her lips. From my gentle pressure she sucked the cock into her mouth.



“That’s right take my cock in your mouth. Suck it in. Deeper.”



Pushing hard I forced my cock a little deeper in her mouth. After not too long she moaned and tried to pull off my cock. I pulled out and she gasped gulping air down stands of saliva still attached to my cock. After a few seconds to let her catch her breath I forced my cock back in her mouth.



“That’s right take all, open up and feel my cock on your throat.”



At first her mouth constricted but as I slid the tape closer to her nipple, tightening the makeshift clamp, she opened up. Again I pulled out to let her breathe and then forced it back in, all the way this time letting my balls rest on her beautiful face. She started to gag and her head and throat shook on my cock. I reached down and tits causing her to twitch as the chopsticks moved.



“Hold it, hold it, this feels so very good. Ahhh.”



After a few more seconds I pulled out and bent down and I pushed my face on her pussy and tongued it. She gasped in surprise and I took the opportunity to drive back into her mouth. This time I stayed shallower and fucked her face as I devoured her pussy. I gripped her ass and pulled her pussy into my face. My cock felt so good in her throat and her pussy tasted oh so very good. I could feel myself getting close and I drove my fingers into her pussy.



“Oh my god. This is amazing. Stick your tongue out, I want to feel your tongue on my balls.”



Amazingly she managed to get her tongue out and massaged my dick with it as I went in and out of her face my balls just tapping it with each thrust. Her pussy was warm and dripping and I knew she was getting close too. I could feel my balls tightening, but I held on for a long as I could, savoring every second of her dripping holes. Unable to hold back any longer I exploded into her throat, pushing in all the way. This set off her too and her body started to shake again. I gripped her and pulled her close to me my cock still buried in her throat and was in a state of euphoria was she gagged and shook around my cock, which was even more sensitive having just cum.



After her orgasm finally died out I pulled my cock out of her mouth and rolled back so my head was next to hers. For the next couple minutes she panted face slightly blue from the lack of oxygen. I again buried my self in her hair and hugged her body my cock pressed up against her side.



“Wow, that actually was amazing. You cock was so big in my mouth, and your cum inside me like that. It made me cum so hard. Are you just going to toy with me or are you actually going to fuck me. I’ve been laying here naked and you have had your cock all over me. You can’t just leave me hanging like this.”



I’m glad she could not see my face when she said this; my childish glee at her request to fuck her was impossible to contain. It was my eventual goal of course to fuck her but I had not even though to hope after tying her down and putting her through all this she would ask for it so willingly.



I climbed up and got between her legs rubbing my cock on her still dripping pussy.



“Well since you asked so nicely, I’ll see what I can do.”



Not waiting to go slow I pushed my cock into her and held it all the way in.



“Ahhhah,” she cried out, “its so big, your fingers didn’t open me up like this.”



Her pussy was so tight around my cock and as I slid out of her I could not belive how good it felt. I started to thrust in and out of her and watched her tits as they rippled from the impacts.



“Its…so…good,” she stammered between thrusts, “fuck me…faster”



Gripping her hips I started to piston in and out her body covered in sheen of sweat, tits now bouncing wildly. After a couple of minutes I had to look away from her, it was just too good. She was so beautiful, and still helpless to my fucking her. And I could just keep this up as long as I wanted, she was all mine.



“Harder, harder, fuck me until I can’t think anymore. Oh my god!!”



“Oh my GOD! Your body is so freaking hot. You’re going to make me cum.”



“Wait, no. Don’t cum in me! Please you don’t have a condom or anything. Don’t cum inside me or I will scream. Just cum on my tits or face. Please, please don’t cum in my pussy.”



“If you’re sure that’s what you want.”



“Yes, yes it is oh thank you. Hey what are you doing? You’re just going to let me go now?”



As she was talking I pulled out of her pussy and moved so my cock was between her tits again and began to untie her the bindings on her hands. I took the rope and repositioned her and retied it so it held her arms to her sides. The right arm I positioned so her fingers could reach her pussy and the left so it was on her right breast.



“No, I’m not done with you yet. I thought you might like to move your arms. Only catch is now you are going help me now.”



“What do you mean?”



“Well you can start by playing with yourself. I want to feel you as you masturbate yourself.”



I resituated myself so I was right behind her and wrapped my hands around her pushing her hands her and began to massage them.



“That’s right, my little cum slut, rub yourself off.”



I gripped her left tit and pulled her to me. I kissed up the back of her neck. She moaned and her head rolled back but her hand kept moving on her pussy massaging it. It was probably very tender especially where the clips were.



“You like it don’t you, your nipples and pussy so tender from all this punishment. You can’t wait to have me back in side you. Don’t worry I have a solution to our problems. I’m sure you love it.”



Rather than respond verbally she rolled her head back and moaned. I kissed her hard holding her close to me cock throbbing on her naked body. Her breast squeezed in my hand and my other massaging her inner thigh. Her hands were still moving and as I slid my hand up to her crotch she twitched in my arms.



“That’s right, it sucks doesn’t it having someone this close unable to do anything but wait.”



I slid my hand further into her crotch and circled her asshole. This time she shivered, whether from anticipation or fear I’m not certain.



“So agonizingly close, you want it so bad and yet fear the repercussions.”



Pressing my finger on her hole my finger slid into her ass, lubed up from her dripping pussy. She froze in my arms, but I waited until her body relaxed massaging her tit and willing her to loosen with my kiss. “But just like me it’s happening. All this anticipation and the big finale is in sight.”



Pushing two fingers in I felt her winch, but her hand started to move again. Her body was on fire and as I continued to stretch her ass she started to breathe heavier and heavier. She now had her two middle fingers in her pussy palm up against her clit and was rocking with the motion of our fingers. I couldn’t wait any longer and I lifted her up so the tip of my cock was positioned against her asshole.



“Wait, please I need more time. We can do this just not yet, I don’t want too.”



“I’m done waiting for you, its clear to me we both want this and your really in no position to argue. Oh and this time I do expect you to scream.”



Letting go, her body fall on my cock I drove up into her ass. It was so tight; my cock all the way into her ass was almost unable to get blood flow. I could feel every artery as my heart attempted to push blood through.



“Ahhhhhhhh. Fuck you. Your so fucking big, you’re going to tear my ass in half. Stop it, it is too much.”



“And knows the part where you help me. See you’re going to cum for me.”



“I won’t cum for y…”



Thrusting in her ass hard I said, “No you are going to cum for me, and you are going to rub yourself off while we fondle you and my cock is deep in your ass. Isn’t that right?”



I rolled my hips a little and pulled hard on her nipples. She still refused to start rubbing again so I reached for the chopsticks. I placed it back on her nipple, the one not in reach of her hand and started to slide the tape in. About half way she submitted.



“Please, not again my nipples are so sore. I’ll do anything just take it off.”



“I told you to rub your self off, I want to feel as you cum in my arms with my cock in your ass.”



She started to move her fingers in and out of her pussy.



“See now that wasn’t so bad.”



I slid the tape tighter on her nipple.



“Stop I’m going, I’m going.”



I slid the tape a little more, now almost all the way down her nipple was turning purple.



“Oh I know, and I approve. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this. Your nipple is just a reminder, at least for the present.”



Jennifer was now biting her lip but her fingers were still moving, slightly faster now. Her other hand she was squeezing her nipple. Her ass was so tight around my cock; I held her to me and closed my eyes as she started to warm-up once again.



“You dirty little cum slut. You like my cock so deep in you. You feel every pulse, you want more, you want me to fuck you. You want me to pound your ass, while you play with your clit. You want this as bad as me, you’re so hot right now you might even want it more.”

“Inga – vent!”



There was something in the insistence of his tone that made her wait, despite not understanding his language.



Leif quickly grabbed her hands and tied them behind her back; they nestled nicely in the small of her back, just over her curvaceous, inviting, bum.



He kissed her on the back of the neck.



“Kirken!” he said to her and his band of men; she understood she was to lead them there. She was reluctant to do so, reluctant to endanger her village, but with little choice at the point of a Viking sword, and under the spell of this tall and powerful warrior.



After a brief walk they arrived at a mound overlooking the small, stone-built Saxon church. They all knew the women and children had sought sanctuary here, but Leif was no murderer. He wanted a quick and easy prize, or two…the second and best prize being this beautiful young wench.



He held her waist, she felt his muscular presence and hot, meady breath on her neck, sensed his desire, and her own. Dear God, how would this end?



Leif appraised the situation. He ordered a band of ten men to evacuate the church, frighten the weak or young or female into running away, and kill any man who dared to resist.



He and Inga watched from the hill, until his men signalled for them.



They entered the broken wooden door, with the sounds of the fleeing and defeated around them. Three dead Saxons lay on the ground, two soldiers and a priest, the latter clutching his Bible and a gold, jewel encrusted crucifix. His eyes stared lifelessly upwards, and his blood seeped onto the cold, stone floor.



Inga gasped and choked, turned to bury her face in the chest of this dangerous stranger. She sought comfort and relief from the terror around her.



Leif responded by holding her and stroking her long, red hair. He was surprised to feel his blood pumping into his cock, to feel desire at a time like this was unexpected, but pleasant indeed.



He ordered his men to take the most valuable treasure as quickly as possible, and return to the boat. He would deal with the woman…



His men looked at him with a mixture of greed and envy, but hurried about their task and soon left the two of them alone.



Leif strode back and forth before the primitive alter, took the crucifix from the priest and raised it heavenwards.



He sought the approval of Odin and his countless lost brethren in Valhalla.



He felt a rage and a lust that was overpowering; his final reward was to come now, before he had to return this beauty to her kind.



He forced her to lay across the alter, held her bound hands behind her, lifted her flimsy skirt and freed his stiffening cock.



“No!” Inga cried, “Please!”



He took one of the alter candles and moved around in front of her, presented his cock to her soft red lips and waited for her to perform.



She sobbed, and hesitated.



Hot wax dripped onto her naked bum.



“Sug!” commanded Leif.



Inga dutifully took his member between her lips, licked him, sucked him, looked at him with tear-stained eyes and tried to avoid more dripping, hot wax on her tender young backside.



Each chafe of teeth on his cock caused fresh drops of wax to fall.



Inga was surprised to feel her quim becoming moist as the wax fell and Leif’s cock filled her mouth.



Once hard, Leif withdrew from her mouth and extinguished the candle on her pale and delicious arse.



“Ayah! Bastard!” she cried.



And thought, “Fuck me now, please.”



Leif moved behind her, held her down, took some of the holy oil for anointment and let it trickle between her cheeks; dipped the still warm candle into oil and pressed it slowly into her anus.



“No! Please! Not that! Aarghh!”



Slowly the tip of the candle disappeared, stretched her slowly, deeply, until only the wide base of the candle was protruding, a thumb’s length.



Leif took her hands, lifted her head by pulling back on her hair, and thrust his cock mercilessly into her cunt.



A simultaneous moan of pain and pleasure escaped their lips.



Each thrust pushed the candle deeper into her anus, Inga feared that he would damage her, but was surprised to enjoy the sensation of being totally penetrated. In fact, she almost wished she had another cock to suck…



Leif breathed heavily, oh God please don’t let him come yet, mm if only I could rub my clitoris, she thought.



Leif contained himself, and withdrew, wanting to feel this girl’s hot arse around his member before he came. Wanted to fuck this Saxon arse and let her live to tell the tale of the potent Viking invaders who would take what they wanted from her and her kind.



He spread her thighs around the corner of the alter, allowing a fine view of the candle penetrating her anus, but happily for Inga this pressed her clitoris onto the now warm and slippery surface.



Her breasts and nipples too enjoyed contact with the oil, through her flimsy but coarse clothing.



She gasped, as he swiftly withdrew the candle from her, felt the cool air of the church enter her stretched and aching hole.



He pressed into her anus, slowly, slowly, she gasped as his cock passed the outer ring.



“Aaah no! Stop!” she cried as his cock head butted against a tender inner sphincter.



Leif was unsurprised at the tightness but found the hot roughness of her arsehole to be incredibly exciting. He smacked her bum and she involuntarily relaxed to allow his cock to penetrate fully.



He slid slowly back and forth, enjoying this new and ecstatic pleasure.



There was no stopping them now, Leif fucked in a wild frenzy, so unusual to see his member disappear into her in this way. So hot, so rough, so slippery, so good…



Inga’s clitoris was being pounded into the alter, this pagan penetration aroused her as she knew it would, she was close to coming, would she be able to feel his warm seed inside her…?



With a roar, Leif came, and Inga felt his hot come deep within, she bucked her hips and rubbed her clitoris onto the alter until she too shuddered in a powerful orgasm.



Leif was surprised again as her strong internal muscles clenched around him and prolonged his orgasmic contractions.



Finally, both spent, he slipped from her behind, and covered himself. He took his dagger and cut through her bonds. He admired the beauty of this hot, wet and violated Saxon arse, one last time.



He smacked her cheeks as one would a faithful horse, and turned and headed for the door, clutching the golden bejewelled crucifix.



Inga panted for breath and wanted to rest awhile, but saw her future disappearing. She



lifted herself from the alter, felt the hot come of a stranger drip from her violated anus, felt the heat of the candle burn, felt the tingling of her cunt and a post orgasmic euphoria.



“Leif!” she cried, “Wait!”

Chapter 14: Disobedience



Bob sat down at the table and put on a broad smile. “So, what was it we were talking about when we were so rudely interrupted?”



Junie cracked up, “I think I was telling you about the canvas sling I made. But it’s kind of hard to describe, I would much prefer to demonstrate it for you.” She looked up at him through her lashes and bit her lower lip.



Bob laughed and commented, “I am more of a hands-on learner.”



As Junie began to pick up after dinner, Bob mentioned that he had found potential buyers for three more of the puppies. “All we have left is one female.”



Junie looked up in alarm and whispered, “Happy?”



Donna looked at Junie and frowned, “Junie, I thought we had discussed this. You cannot give that puppy to someone as a surprise. It would not be fair to Happy or Monica.”



Junie fell to her knees by her Mistress, “But Ma’am, I know, I just know, that it’s a good idea. It’s perfect. Please don’t sell Happy until I can figure out a way to make this happen. I know if I can just take Happy to Oregon and show her to Monica, Monica would want her.”



Donna looked down at Junie in consternation, “Now you want to go to Oregon?”



“Oh, yes, I do. I just have to go.” Junie looked back and forth between her Master and her Mistress, her face pleading, “Please, it’s really important to me. I will do anything you say.”



Bob looked at Junie, “Junie, this is for your Mistress and I to discuss. So, for now, I will do this. I will not find a home for Happy until we decide. But your assignment is to accept whatever we decide, and until then do not bring this up to us again.”



Just the promise to not sell Happy caused a rush of excitement to flood through her. “Oh, thank you! Thank you so much!”



Bob’s voice called down the stairs, “Junie, are you down there? I want that ‘hands-on learning’ experience.”



She called up, “Master, I’m in my sewing room. I’m getting the stuff,” and quickly gathered up the confusing armload of canvas, buckles, and straps and headed out to the playroom. She was laying them out on the floor when Bob came down into the basement.



She showed him how there were three major supports that would hold the majority of her weight: two wide bands that went behind her hips and shoulders, and then some slings that could support her legs and feet. The straps were all adjustable and attached to the eye rings of the swing frame he had made earlier. Getting in was a little awkward, and she needed a stepstool and his help to steady her, but soon he was pushing her back and forth. Junie was giggling as they goofed around, trying out various angles and positions while fully dressed. But soon her giggles were replaced by soft sighs, as Bob held her tightly and ground his swelling cock against her crotch.



Bob’s voice took on a deeper tone, “Yes, this is definitely better. Come, Junie; let’s get you out of this contraption. We’ll want to use your ass tonight, so you must prepare yourself for that.”



A rush of excitement made Junie swallow and stammer, “Y… yes…, Master,” she said, as a warm flood of moisture soaked her panties.



Getting out of the sling was even clumsier and Junie showed him how the straps could be released if there was an emergency or if there were any other kinds of problems. “I think I could sit in this thing for quite a while, but eventually my legs might get a little numb. There’s almost no stress on my arms though; all my weight is supported by my hips and shoulders. It’s completely adjustable, so Donna will be able to play with it too.”



Once she was out and they untangled the canvas and straps, Bob gave her a quick swat on the bottom. “Go start getting ready. I’ll send your Mistress down to help you, if I can pull her away from those puppies.”



“Is that where she is?”



“You aren’t the only one suffering from a bad case of puppy love. She’s going to be as sorry as you are to see them go.”



Junie was finishing making the enema solution when Donna came into the bathroom. She looked up and smiled, “How are our puppies?”



“They are wonderful. I love it now that their eyes are open. I need a shower though; I’m completely covered with puppy kisses.”



Junie giggled, “Now I am jealous.”



Donna took the enema bag from Junie’s hands, “Let me help you with that, sweet girl.” Her voice taking on the firm cool tones that Junie was learning to recognize as her Mistress taking charge of her.



“Yes, Mistress.” A soft wave of calmness washed over Junie. She felt almost an opening of her spirit as she felt herself slipping deeper into her submission. She felt like she was moving slower, more deliberately, yet alert for the slightest indication of what their needs for her would be. Junie knelt before her Mistress. “Command me, my Mistress; I exist to serve you and my Master.”



Donna gathered up a handful of Junie’s hair, firmly twisting her face up to regard her Mistress looking down at her, “You are acting like such a good girl… now, Junie.” Junie found herself looking up apprehensively at her Mistress, wondering what she had done.



As Junie knelt on the floor clenching her sphincters, struggling to hold the warm solution inside her bowels, she was shocked to feel Donna’s hand sharply spank into one of her ass cheeks. Her Mistress had never spanked her before. Junie gasped and focused on holding the water inside her. Donna’s voice was admonishing, “Junie, if I tell you ‘no’ about something, it is completely inappropriate to defy me and beg me to change my mind. And worse to go to our Master, hoping he will overrule my decision. I’m disappointed that you disturbed our Master with this trivia.”



Junie gasped in a strangled voice, “I’m sorry, Mistress, you said I couldn’t give Happy as a gift. I though you meant that I needed Monica to want Happy and be willing to commit. I was trying to figure out how to do that, how to get Monica to see that having Happy would help her. You didn’t say that I couldn’t ask Monica if she wanted Happy.”



“So now you decide to interpret my words to fit your expectations?” Donna continued to spank Junie firmly, moving back and forth across Junie’s broad bottom. Junie’s bowels were churning and deep, agonizing cramps were making her feel nauseous.



While the blows from Donna’s hands were nowhere as painful as Bob’s when he spanked her, somehow the knowledge that her Mistress was punishing her was devastating to Junie. Junie burst into tears and sobbed, “I’m sorry. I just wanted it so bad.” A particularly strong cramp made Junie double up. Her voice a strangled groan, “Oh god, Ma’am, please can I let it out?”



Donna’s voice was icy, “Get up and get on the toilet, Junie.”



Junie scrambled to sit and whimpered out, “Thank you, Ma’am,” as she finally could release the pressure inside her.



“We are not finished with this, Junie. But tonight our Master has some plans for both of us. This will have to wait until tomorrow.”



Junie’s face was a mask of sadness as they came out from their shower. Bob was arranging some things from the toy box and he looked up curiously at the expression on Junie’s face. Donna commented dryly, “I was just talking to Junie about how disappointed I was that she felt compelled to continue with this puppy foolishness after I had told her that it was out of the question.”



Junie shot Donna a sad look, every fiber of her being wanted to protest that her Mistress had never used those words. If her Mistress had used those words, she would have never said another thing. But in her heart she knew that she would probably have tried to figure out a way to make it happen, no matter what her Mistress had said.



Bob frowned, “I told Junie not to bring that up and now I will tell you the same thing. I will think about it and decide. Both of you will accept my decision. Now, I don’t want to fucking talk about this again and you better not let this spoil our play tonight, or both of you will end up regretting ever speaking to me about this.” Bob arched his brow and looked at both of them, “Understood?”



Junie was immensely relieved, but she could still sense Donna’s tension. Junie looked at Donna, pleading with her eyes to please just let it go like their Master had directed. Junie knelt down at her Master’s feet. “I’m sorry, Master, my actions were disobedient to my Mistress.”



Bob ignored her and kept his eyes on Donna, measuring, “Junie, show your Mistress how to assist you getting into the swing and how the emergency releases work.”



“Yes, Sir.” Junie pulled the stepstool up and, looking at Donna a little nervously, then she spoke carefully. “Mistress, it is easier for me to get up if I have this stool to stand on.” Donna nodded, but didn’t speak as Junie eased her weight down on the wide band and then leaned back on the support that held her shoulders. “I can lean back like this.” Junie reached and tried to slip the leg supports over her feet and teetered and grabbed the straps. “Ma’am, could you please help me put those over my feet? They slip up my legs so that I can have some support under my thighs. That way, I can still have my legs spread wide so that you or my Master can have access to… um… everything.”



Donna reached and began to slide the leg supports on and spoke for the first time, her voice acid and mocking, “…um, everything? Junie, stop acting like a little fucking virgin. Um, everything what? Say it. Say the dirty words, Junie. Tell us what you want.”



Junie gulped and mumbled, “I’m sorry, Ma’am. You and my Master can have access to my cunt and asshole.”



“Stop mumbling, I could not quite hear you. You need to speak up when you speak to us. Tell me again and tell me what we can do to you.”



Junie let her weight settle onto the supports on her thighs and let the band under the curve of her ass slip up, taking almost all her weight on her thighs. Spreading her legs wide she took a deep breath. “I can hang here like this, with my legs wide, and my asshole and cunt are completely accessible for your use. You can fuck my ass and my cunt both at the same time, if that is your pleasure.” Her voice was clear and loud; a wave of embarrassment and humiliation swept through her, but at the same time she could feel that same intangible sensation of opening, calming, becoming more pliant, and sliding deeper into her submission.



“And, my little slut, what is your pleasure?”



The words poured from Junie, “Oh please, let me serve you. I exist to serve you. I want to obey. Please use me for your pleasure.”



Donna ran her hands down Junie’s body, trailing her nails across Junie’s skin, leaving red lines as they scored her flesh. “Beg us to fuck you, Junie. Beg us to fuck your ass and cunt.”



An almost irresistible wave of excitement seized Junie, her cunt clenching and throbbing. She could feel her nipples tighten into knots. “I belong to you, all of me, it’s all yours. Please fuck this slave. I beg you to fuck me. Fuck all my holes. Please fuck my ass and cunt. Use me like the slut I am.” She writhed in the swing, making herself sway back and forth. “Please.”



Donna cupped Junie’s breasts and then pinched her nipples. “Would you like that, my little slave slut? Would you like me and our Master to fuck you like that?”



“Oh yes, please.”



Bob pulled Donna back. “Donna, go put on your strap on.”



Junie made a little whimpering groan as she saw the nipple clamps in his hands. Bob leaned down and took a nipple between his lips, sucking and pulling then letting the hard nub slip between his lips with a pop. As the teeth of the clamp sank into her sensitized flesh Junie cried out, “Yes, Master, use me.”



When the teeth of the second clamp compressed her other nipple, Junie looked up at Bob and grated out, “Yes, like that. Thank you. More please.”



“More?”



Junie’s voice was breathless and excited, “Yes, please, Master. I want everything. More pain, more pleasure, hurt me, fuck me.”



Bob smiled and stroked her face, “Such a good little slut. There will be more.” He attached the chain between the clamps and, pursing his lips thoughtfully, he tied a short length of twine to the chain and lifted the weight of her breasts up and tied it off on the support of the swing.



Junie gasped and breathed through her mouth as she adjusted to the rush of pain. Her voice was strained, “Thank you, Master.”



“My pleasure.”



“Yes, for you, for your pleasure.”



Junie’s eyes grew round and blinked as she suddenly took in the sight of Donna wearing the strap on; the largest dildo swaying as Donna playfully swung her hips back and forth. Donna met Junie’s eyes and smiled predatorily. “You want me to fuck you with this, don’t you, Junie? You want this monster cock crammed up your protesting little asshole, don’t you?”



“Oh god, Ma’am; it’s so big.”



“But you want it. Tell me how much you want me to fuck your ass with this.”



Junie’s voice was hoarse with excitement, “I really want it. I want you to rape my ass with that big cock. Please do it to me.”



Donna laughed delightedly, “I am going to so fuck you.”



Bob’s voice was sharp and directive, “Not until Junie is completely ready. You want to fuck her with that thing, you better make sure she is completely relaxed.” He gripped the back of Donna’s neck and propelled her around to behind Junie, pushed her down to her knees, and pressed her face against Junie’s ass. “Get to work, bitch. I want Junie screaming for you to fuck her before you stop.”



Junie convulsed as she felt Donna’s tongue stroking the length of her crack, “Oh, god.”



She heard Donna’s voice muffled against her ass, “You know you like it, slut. Tell me how much you like it.”



Junie writhed and moaned as she felt Donna’s tongue, warm and soft, massaging circles over her asshole. “Yes, it feels good.” Another spasm of pleasure rocked her as her Master knelt and pressed his mouth to her cleft, his tongue spreading her folds, licking in long bold strokes. “Oh fuck, yes!” Junie undulated and squealed as the competing sensations forced her body to jerk and sway. The movements made the clamps tug on her nipples, feeding the fire that was growing inside her.



It didn’t take long before Junie sensed a growing tension in her body. Her cries began to take on a building urgency. Her Master pulled his face from her and growled sharply, “No, Junie, you may not come until you are filled front and back. You must have your Mistress buried to the hilt inside your ass and me filling you in the front. Only then may you find your passion.” Standing he gripped her hips and plunged deep into her cunt.



A sharp cry broke from Junie’s lips, “Oh god, yes!”



Junie squirmed as she felt her Mistress’s fingers probe deeply into her nether passage, slippery with lubricant. Her Mistress’s voice echoed her Master’s, “Yes, Junie, not until I am buried to the hilt in this hot tasty ass of yours.”



Junie cried out impatiently, “Then do it! Oh god, please do it.”



Donna continued to probe and work her fingers deep inside Junie, matching the rhythm of her Master’s cock thrusting deep, sending irresistible waves of heat and light through Junie’s body.



Donna’s voice tormented her, “Do what, Junie? What does your slutty ass want? Say it. Beg me for it.”



Junie’s voice cracked and broke a sob choking her, “Please, Ma’am. Fuck me. Fuck my ass. I can’t wait much longer. It’s too much.” Junie paused and grated out. “God damn it, shove that thing into me.”



Donna burst out with a delighted laugh. “If you insist, my little slut, remember not to come until I’m all the way in.”



Junie squealed in excitement as she felt the firm head of the dildo push against her and slip inside, the sudden shock of pain eclipsed by her relief. Her squeal strangled and changed to a wail of frustration when she felt Donna pull it out again. “Please, oh god, please don’t stop.”



Over and over Donna would push just the tip into Junie’s ass and then withdraw. Junie struggled to push back to make the dildo slide deeper, but the swing did not give her any leverage. Her Master’s hands kept her trapped as he plunged into her over and over. The only thing her contortions did was to cause her nipples to jerk against their clamps; the lancing pain only added to her desperate struggle to contain the orgasm building within her.



Her eyes found her Master’s, locking on his electric blue gaze. “Master, I am going to fail. Help me.”



Bob’s pace slowed and, as he stared deep into her eyes, his gaze hardened, “Junie, I am not the one you must beg. Plead with your Mistress.”



Junie tried to turn her head to look at Donna. Her voice was thick with tears, “Please Ma’am, I don’t want to fail. I want to obey. Please don’t make me fail. Take me please, help me.”



Junie gasped as she felt her Mistress thrust sharply, piercing deeper. Donna’s voice was tight, “Who owns your ass, slut?”



“You do. Oh god, yes! Do it! Fuck me! My ass is yours.”



Finally she felt Donna’s hips pressing firmly against her, the harness scraping against the soft skin of her ass cheeks. Donna continued to grind and lunge against her, working her own cunt against the base of the dildo buried deeply in Junie. Her breath was hot in Junie’s ear. “Yes, you little slut. Your ass is mine. Feel me inside you.” Donna began to pull out and lunge deep, slamming the strap on cock into Junie’s ass in short brutal thrusts. Donna’s voice was a tense groan, “Come for me, Junie. Come with me.” Donna’s fingers reached around and released the clamps. A renewed wave of intense sensations shook through Junie.



Bob’s hands clenched strong on her hip, his rhythms matching Donna’s, each of them plunging into Junie’s body, crushing her between them, “Yes, Junie, now come for us. Obey your Mistress, give us your passion.”



Junie gripped the straps of the swing and groaned out one last word, “Obey,” and began to shudder as her orgasm began to shake her. Waves of ecstasy flowed over her as she felt herself being tossed back and forth between them, swinging weightlessly back and forth on the swing. Long deep groans shaking her as her orgasm waned and then began to build again under their relentless assault. Finally she found herself pressed between them, her body filled and stretched. She could feel her lovers lose their rhythm, jerk and shudder as they reached their peaks. Junie felt surrounded by their strength, their pleasure, and joined them falling and flying with them.



As Donna helped Junie untangle herself from the swing, Junie whispered softly to her Mistress, “Thank you, Ma’am,” her eyes searching out her Mistress’s trying to gauge her mood. A sharp pang pierced through Junie’s heart when Donna avoided her eyes.



Again, it was over breakfast when Bob chose to speak to Donna about her behavior. “My goddess, your struggle to find balance in the middle has been difficult for you.”



Donna looked up from her frittata and carefully swallowed and put her fork down, “Yes, it has.”



“Both Junie and I sensed your anger last night. I had hoped to have a simple, fun-filled romp with Junie’s new toy she had so ingeniously made for us. Instead, I found myself pulled into your anger and our girl was literally trapped between us.”



Junie pressed her lips together, resisting the impulse to try and protect Donna and to protest that she was not hurt, that she did not mind being trapped. A tiny random thought bubbled up from nowhere that being in the middle felt amazing. She gritted her teeth and strangled down a giggle. She sat quietly looking at Donna, doing her best to communicate with her eyes that she did not mind, that she loved Donna no matter what.



Donna nodded her face coloring, “Yes, you’re right. I did let my anger control my impulses.”



“A good Mistress must be very aware of both her and her sub’s emotions. It was difficult because we were both sharing Junie and you could not let go of your need to dominate. Junie was trapped between two Masters last night. It is a measure of our girl’s spirit that she tried to meet that challenge and give us both what we wanted. Our moods and styles did not match. Perhaps I was in error to let it continue. Maybe it would have been better to stop.”

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