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The Naughty Nanny: Chapter 1 & 2

Okay faithful readers, here is an extremely long story, and may not be for everyone. Latoya is a live in nanny. She never had an attraction to her employer, until the day he came home early from work. She got to see was he was hiding in his pants, and knew she wanted it. So she reveals a secret to him. Please look at themes before proceeding, if it’s not what you like then don’t read it, otherwise read on and enjoy. Constructive criticism please.

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The ride of her life (part 2)

“No,” she protested, “I can’t go out like this. I live here. My neighbors can’t see me like this.”
“Oh, you’re right,” he said as he adjusted her bathrobe and tied the front closed again. “There.” He said as opened the front door and ushered her out.
“But what about the house,” she asked.
“Well, this is a nice neighborhood, it should be ok.” He said. “But I did lock the door on the way out, just in case.”
As he led her out to the van, she wondered if any of the neighbors would see her and what they would think. She was blindfolded, her hands behind her back, and being lead to a strange van in her bathrobe. Well, there nothing she can do about that now. When they got to the van she heard the door open. Suddenly he lifted her up and sat her in the front seat. She felt his hands grab her left ankle and slide it toward the inside corner of the seat. Then she felt him wrap something around it. A moment later she realized her ankle had been secured to the seat. He did the same to the right ankle. Now she sat there, hands behind her back, legs spread apart and tied so she couldn’t close them. Luckily the van was high enough that no one would be able to see her spread legs. She felt his hand slide up her thigh, over her hip, and stop just above her waist. Then she felt a slight tug and heard a soft pop. He had just undone the tie on her bathrobe. She tensed slightly not knowing whether or not he planned expose her to the neighborhood. She relaxed when the van door shut. She couldn’t imagine the humiliation she would feel if her neighbors had actually saw her naked. But for a moment she felt something else. She had felt an adrenaline rush at the thought of him removing her robe. And as the rush subsided she almost felt regret that it was gone. Though she knew the humiliation would be more than she could bear, the tingly feeling she felt from the rush was nice. As they started driving she thought about all the possibilities he could have in mind. Of course she had no idea what he was up to, but the possibilities were fun to imagine.
After they had been on the road for a few minutes she realized they must be nearing the mall. They stopped at what should have been a traffic light. He reached across her and she heard the window rolled down some. Suddenly he pulled her bathrobe open, exposing one of her breasts. She felt herself turn bright red as whistles and catcalls could be heard coming from the direction of the bus stop. As the van started forward they passed the crowd of men calling out to her. She couldn’t believe he had done that. She could still feel her face blushing red at the thought of total strangers looking at her exposed breast. As they turned the corner and continued passed the mall she was glad that the seat sat back a little from the window. Nobody beside the van should see her unless they walked right up to the street as the van approached.
As they continued she felt the van turn on to the freeway. She figured they were headed north. They drove for a while and eventually took a loop on to another freeway headed west. After awhile of driving the freeway took a slight bend to the left. This let the sun shine directly on to her lap. The sun felt warm on her skin. She knew the road was slowly bending again to the left as the sun worked its way up her thighs. She relaxed as her thoughts alternated between how good it would feel to be lying under that sun improving her tan and how good he would make her feel when they reached their destination. Every now and then he would trace a finger slowly up her inner thigh, lightly over her panty-clad mound and up to cup her one exposed breast. He would gently fondle it for a moment as her breathing quickened.
Suddenly, without warning, he pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pulling and twisting until a moan escaped her lips. As they drove along the highway she heard him open the glove compartment and rummage around. She had been wondering where he was taking her and what he had in mind. She was never sure of what they were going to do next, but she had learned to trust him. He had opened up a whole new world to her by introducing her to the blindfold. By denying her sight he had awakened her imagination and heightened her other senses. She had learned that anticipation was one mother of an aphrodisiac. Suddenly she heard the unmistakable sound of a vibrator. As she listened as it seemed to move past her into the back of the van. Then it came forward over her head. It slowly moved past her face, never touching her, and down toward her breasts. It lingered there for moment, still not touching her. She could feel though as if it were giving off some type of heat. She remembered how he used it the other night and a shiver ran up her spine. Suddenly she felt it hit the seat between her legs. It bounced against her thigh and landed right between her legs not quite touching her pussy. She could feel it vibrating through the seat, just enough to tease her. As she sat there the feeling persisted and she could feel herself starting to get wet with anticipation.
They continued driving as she sat there trying not to move. She was afraid that the slightest movement would cause it to shift downward in the seat toward her pussy. And as sensitive as she felt down there now, she knew it would be worse if it slipped down and came to rest against her pussy lips. So she sat there, small shivers from the faint vibration on the seat and the memory of his touch made it almost impossible to be still.
As she was trying to deal with the feeling the vibrator was causing, he suddenly reached past her thigh and down the front of her seat. She couldn’t figure out what he was doing until she felt herself suddenly lurch. Thoughts of a car crash and the highway patrolmen finding her in this position sent a rush of fear through her mind. But just as suddenly her seat locked into place and he sat up. The van had in fact slowed down and was now picking up speed again. ‘He did that on purpose,’ she thought. She felt the sun on her breast now and realized that whole thing was just to move her seat forward. It then hit her that other drivers might be able to see her now. As they continued to drive the sun felt good on her bare skin.
Suddenly the sound of an air horn blasted off to her right. The van slowed a bit, as if matching speeds with the other vehicle. She knew she was being stared at as the truck’s horn sounded again. The small bumps that divided the lanes sounded as the van moved over one lane to the right. Again the air horn blasted, this time from the next lane. She then realized that the truck’s driver could probably see not only her bare breast, but her exposed lap. As she started to shift herself in an attempt to conceal her panties she felt the vibrator slide down along her thigh slightly. It was closer now to her panty covered pussy and she could feel its vibration through the air as well as the seat. She sat there as still as she could trying not to cause any more movement in her seat. The feeling of the vibration coupled with the fact she was being watched was starting to really get to her. She knew she was starting to get wet and wondered if the trucker would actually be able to see her panties dampen.
She suddenly jumped as his fingers pinched her nipple. That of course was the last thing she wanted to do. As her hips bucked slightly the vibrator slid the rest of the way down. Now with the tip resting firmly against her panties she could feel the vibrations directly on her pussy. The fact that this caused her hips to involuntarily buck forward again didn’t help her at all. The forward movement only intensified the contact and magnified the vibrations. She was trying to keep her hips still, but it wasn’t easy. Again the air horn sounded, reminding her that she was still being watched. It was getting harder and harder to ignore the vibrator. His hand reached under her breast, cupped it, and lifted it upward as if offering it to the trucker. Again the air horn sounded.
She was trying to keep her hips still. The vibrator was starting to really get to her. She tried to think of something else, but her mind kept coming back to the vibration between her legs and the stranger watching from the next vehicle. She had no idea how far or long they drove like that. He hadn’t touched her for some time. And the truck driver hadn’t honked for a bit either, but she could still hear the truck driving next to them. The feeling continued to build though. She knew she was fighting a losing battle; as time and again she had to fight the urge to rub herself against the toy. But her hips just kept squirming forward, trying to maneuver the vibrator into a better position as if they had a mind of their own.
Without warning he pinched her nipple again, hard. A shudder raced up her back as her body arched in response. As she moved, her hips thrust forward and up slightly. This was enough to allow the vibrator to slip forward even more. As her hips came back down the tip of the vibrator was now pinned between the seat and the bottom of her pussy. Her body rocked as a spasm shook her. As she started to just give in and try to work the toy down further with her hips she remembered the trucker. She didn’t know what to do. She had never had someone other than her partner watching her in this intimate a situation before. She wasn’t sure which was exciting her more; the position of the vibrator, him teasing her while she was blindfolded, or being watched by a complete stranger. As embarrassed as she might be she couldn’t help feeling incredibly turned-on by the whole thing. Was it just the truck driver watching her? Did he have a partner with him watching her also? Maybe he was even radioing his trucker buddies to tell them about her. The thought was starting to excite her the more she thought about it. She had never been an exhibitionist. But the thought of a stranger watching her wantonly striving to pleasure herself was becoming intoxicating. Trying not to be too obvious, but trying to position the vibrator into just the right position, she squirmed this way and that as the toy kept shifting. Just as she thought it almost where she wanted it, it would shift a little too much to one side or another.
Finally she decided she didn’t care. There was nothing she could do about the trucker and she desperately needed release. She shifted her hips again more aggressively to try and get a better position on the vibrator. It shifted, finally sliding down enough to rest firmly below her pussy with the tip not that far from her sensitive bottom. Now she began to grind downward on the toy, trying to use the vibration to her advantage. She could feel her pussy getting wet and she was sure it was noticeable. Maybe not to the trucker, but noticeable none-the-less. Another light spasm raced through her body. She tried moving her hips ever so slightly. She wasn’t sure if she could cum in this position, but she damn sure knew she was going to try. He wasn’t touching her, but she was sure he wouldn’t let her go too long before helping her over the edge. As her hips began to move back and forth, and from side to side she concentrated on the vibrator. It felt great, but it wasn’t enough to send her over the edge yet. Again and again she rubbed her hips back and forth over the toy, but to no avail. The frustration was building. Harder and harder she ground herself onto the toy, but she still couldn’t get the right position. She shifted her hips sideways to try and reposition the toy. It moved downward again slightly. This time its tip came to rest directly under her ass. Another shiver raced through her body as she came back down on the seat. Again she began to rub herself back and forth. Mashing down as hard as she could, a moan of frustration escaped her lips as she pressed harder into the seat.
“Is there anything wrong,” he asked.
The sound of his voice made her jump. “I just can’t get this thing where I want it,” she panted. She couldn’t believe she had just said that aloud, but he seemed to bring out something in her. She had never talked to her partner during sex before.
“Would you like me to do something for you,” he asked.
She took a deep breath as another shiver ran up her spine. “Is there somewhere we can pullover,” she breathed, “off the road.”
“Well we still have a ways to go yet, but I’m sure our friend over there would enjoy that very much.” He said.
Yet another shiver raced through her as she thought about the trucker following them off the highway. As she began to imagine what would happen if the trucker did pull over with them she felt him touch her. His fingers softly glided over her panties, almost down to the vibrator, then stopped. Her breath quickened as one of his fingers began to trace the outline of her pussy lips. Up to her clit and then slowly back down to the vibrator. Again and again he continued to trace her lower lips. Up and down, with only the slightest of pressure. As her breathing got heavier her hips began to slowly rock in time with the movement of his finger. She was afraid to move too fast, because she knew she was being watched, but she needed more pressure against his finger. She wished they would pull over so he could give her more attention, but she didn’t want the extra attention she might get from the stranger driving the truck beside them. She just needed his finger to press harder.
Suddenly she felt his finger entered her. As rush of passion raced up her body her hips lunged up on their own. His finger had only gone in as far as the entrance, just between her pussy lips, but had done so, panties and all. Her hips came completely off the seat trying to push his finger even deeper. And they stayed above the seat bucking several times before he removed his finger completely.
‘Hooonk, honk.’ She blushed deeply as she remembered the trucker watching her. She had been caught in a wanton act of desperate need. But the shame she should be feeling only served to fuel her inner fire. As she sat back down she realized the vibrator was gone. As she sat there catching her breath she heard the vibrator turn off. A few minutes passed before she felt it again, working its way along the wait band of her panties. Tracing back and forth until it finally slipped under the elastic band. She realized she had been holding her breath until that moment. As the toy slip under the elastic band it began moving in slow circles under her panties. Reaching all the down to the top of her pubic hair, then coming back up to the top of her panties. As the circles began to move deeper into her panties her breathing quickened. When the circles began to touch her clit her hips started to come up to meet the contact. Again and again her hips came up slightly to meet the toy as it passed over her sensitive clit.
Suddenly it stopped, right on top of her. Her hips held their slightly upraised position, quivering as she waited for the toy to continue its trek. As her hips began to lower the toy started to slide over her clit, following the line between her pussy lips. Again her hips raised up on their own as a massive shiver began to rock her body. The tip of the toy tilted downward as it followed her slit as the back end of it tilted outward stretching the waistband of her panties.
As the tip reached the middle of her pussy lips the whole thing tilted and the toy began to enter her. Now her hips came completely off the seat as her legs tightened and back straightened. As the toy continued to go up inside of her, the back end brought the waistband of her panties stretching down past her pussy, completely exposing her. A spasm rocked her body as she thrust upward toward the ceiling of the van. She held that position for several long moments until she heard the truck horn blaring again.
As she realized that the toy had entered her only so far and stopped she forced her body to relax. The truck horn sounded again, but she didn’t care. She only wanted release now. She was so close that she would do anything to reach orgasm. She was beyond caring that the truck driver was watching her. Watching her hips move uncontrollably as she came closer and closer to fulfilling her sexual desire.
Before she could sit back down in the seat, she felt the base of the toy make contact. As her hips lowered it began to push farther up into her. Just as her ass cheeks started to make contact a bolt of electricity raced through her spine and her hips shot back up. Again and again she bucked, trying to bring on the orgasm she had been working toward. Again the truck horn sounded, and again she realized it was not enough to bring her sweet release. When her hips stopped bucking, she gained control of them again and carefully brought them back down to the seat.
But when she finally sat back down the toy slid up inside her another inch. As another spasm shot through her she fought to control her body. But slowly her hips continued to grind at the toy. She couldn’t stand it any longer. She needed him to do something, anything, and do it now.
“Please,” she whispered, as her hips slowly rocked back and forth moving the toy ever so slightly.
“Yes,” he asked.
“Please touch me,” she whispered. She would do anything to have him touch her now.
As she tried to control her breathing she felt his hand on her stomach. It slid slowly up to her exposed breast and began to fondle her. Her hips began to rock a little faster as he rubbed her nipple. When he suddenly pinched, squeezed and twisted her nipple her hips came off the seat again. As she settled back down again his hand left her breast and began to slide its way down her body. As the tips of his fingers glided over her clit she almost begged him to leave them there. Softly they slid their way over her lips to stop at the base of her pussy, with two fingers resting on either side of the toy. As they rested there a moment he spoke.
“Are you ready,” he asked.
“Yes,” she said, as her breath came in ragged bursts.
“Are you sure,” he asked.
“YES,” she shouted!
“Then enjoy,” he said, as his fingers left her pussy and slid down to the base of the toy. She held her breath as she waited.
Suddenly her hips shot upward as the vibrator came to life. The sudden vibrations sent a wave of uncontrollable shivers through her entire body. She had managed to keep her hips from bucking wildly, but she couldn’t get them back into the seat. Her body was tingling as the vibrator continued to send shivers racing up her spine. She was so close she couldn’t stand it. She heard the truck’s horn again and didn’t care. She tried to imagine the truck driver watching her. She tried to see in her mind what he was seeing right now. She felt the shivers become tremors. She was sitting in a van, bound and blindfolded, almost without a stitch of clothing on and a complete stranger was watching her trembling in sexual need as a vibrator brought her closer and closer the orgasm. She couldn’t believe how powerful the picture was. Her wanton need on full display for a total stranger to watch and enjoy.
She began to shake as she imagined him watching her. Taking pleasure in her pleasure. Lusting after her. Wanting to touch her and bring her to orgasm. Grabbing her body with rough hands and bringing her closer and closer to release. She could see his hands moving over her body. She could feel them touch her most intimate places. She could feel his unshaven face as he…
“AAAAGGGHHH,” she cried out as his fingers pressed down on her clit. Back and forth he began to rub her as wave after wave went crashing through her body. And even though she’s blindfolded, the colors that racing through her vision were dazzling. Flashes of color, sound and feeling washed over her again and again. Her whole body shook uncontrollably as her hips thrust upward against his hand. Again and again she bucked her hips to release the tension inside of her.
“OOOOHHHH…MYYYYY…GGGODDD!” She wailed as a new wave crashed through her body and sent her even higher. She couldn’t breathe. Her lunges were taking in air and gasping out cries of pleasure, but it wasn’t enough. She just couldn’t get enough air. Her heart began to race and her lunges hurt as she tried to tell him. She started to feel faint as she gasped for breath.
“AAAAWWWW,” she cried out again, as the vibrator was ripped out of her pussy. It had happened so suddenly that she found herself bucking her hips at nothing. Over and over she drew in breath and gasped it out again. She realized that the trucker was still honking his horn, and had been for some time. The tremors continued for a bit as she caught her breath finally. And as the tremors subsided she still felt the occasional shiver. She was drenched in sweat, shivering slightly and still trying to catch her breath. She let herself drift with the lingering feelings, as the shivers slowly began to taper off. She awoke as the van began to turn off the highway she tried to remember where they were. She had been able to follow their route in her mind until he turned the vibrator on. She didn’t realize she had lost track of how far they had gone or even how long they had been driving. She bit her lip as another shiver moved through her body. She didn’t think they had reached the turn-off to another highway yet. As the van rolled to a stop she realized they must have left the highway.

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Fiction

DAD’S TEST PART 1

This is my first story please read the themes if you don’t like stories like these stop reading now also it is light on some details so feel free to use your imagination.
My name is John Smith I was raised by my father and never knew my mother. My father never told me what he did for a living, only that he dealt with rich and powerful people. Don’t get me wrong I used to think he was in finance or politics because of the people he dealt with. It was one of the reasons I was home schooled. That and the fact I was a border line genus. Hell by the time I was fourteen I had finished high school and was two years into collage. As a child what my father did for living was only one mystery I wanted to salve .The biggest involved the women around him from his secretaries to the maids around our house. Several things stood out one they all had metal collars around their necks, two they never wore panties, three they always wore reviling clothes especliy the maids hell their skirts were so short that’s how I knew they didn’t ware panties. Four they all had a letter S branded on the side of their ass cheeks and five they all called dad master.
The day of my fifteenth birthday dad came to me with a challenge. He would give me ten grand that I would invest and depending on how I did he would answer all my questions including who and what my mother was. That commit alone made me agree. I spent the next month watching the commodes market. I then made my first investments, and for the next few months I worked the stock market. Using my Research I was able to make several million. Almost all I then invested in utilities stocks save about one million I kept to play with and dads ten grand plus interest The morning of my birthday dad looked over my portfolio and only smiled as I gave him his loan back and asked if that was good enough. He just laughed and said I should handle his investments for him.
I was then told our family is in finance but my great grandfather but around the nineteen twenties after a trip to the Middle East he started a side business. The business is the capture and import and sale of sex slaves. Each generation took over for the last. To say I was shocked would be an understatement. Hundreds of questions were going through my mind. The first ones I asked was “where do the slaves come from?” “What happens to them after they are sold?” He told me most slaves came from poor parts of the world and were sold by their parents. They mostly came from countries in Eastern Europe and Asia. Since whites and Asians were more popular but from time to time there were requests for blacks, Hispanics, and Native Americans. Many of the slaves went from dirt poor to living in great comfort the only catch is they have be ready to be used sexually 24-7 365 days a year. The last statement helped a little, after all I didn’t think of myself or my dad as evil people especially with the thoughts I was having as a sixteen year old virgin. I then was told about my mother, how she was sold by her father in Bosnia seventeen years ago. Dad took a liking to her and kept her for himself. Then not long after her training was completed I was born. Mom being a slave wasn’t allowed to be a part of my life until the day she would be my first test. “First test?” I asked. “First you must fuck all three of her holes then you must let dogs fuck her. Your second test is you must train a new slave. Third you must find capture then train another slave.” Dad answered. He then told me about the different types of slaves and what I could and couldn’t do during the tests. (I will explain the different types of slaves as the story progresses.)
After our discussion he lead me to what I had always thought was just a closet. He quickly touched a hidden switch and the back wall swung open to reveal a hidden room with a locked door. Through that door were stairs going down to the basement and another locked door. Once we entered what was called the dungeon he lead me between two rows of cells. There were ten cells per row and the cells were 8 foot by 8 foot and about half had a slave in them. We were met at the last cell by a tall blonde woman about twenty years old wearing skin tight black vinyl gloves that came to just under her shoulders, matching skin tight thigh high vinyl high heeled boots, fish net stockings, a belt with a riding crop and a cat o nine teals hanging on it, and a black vinyl corset that ended just below her pierced C cup breasts and above her shaved pussy. By the collar and what had been told was a slave brand on her ass cheek I could tell she was a slave. Her name was Victoria and she was a dungeon mistress. A slave that took care of the other slaves disciplined the other slaves when needed, and trained many of the slaves. She had free access to all the dungeon and almost complete control of their bodies. She greeted me and dad with “Good morning masters. The bitch is ready for your use.” She then stepped aside so we could see in the cell. On her hands and knees was a thirty year old woman. Her light brown hair was in pigtails that looked like dog ears. She had on skin tight white vinyl gloves and boots similar to the mistress’s only the gloves were mittens shaped like paws and the boots had straps that allowed her to bend her legs but not straiten them forcing her to crawl, paw shaped knee pads, and the tip of her cute button nose was painted black. If their mother looked like this almost anyone would want to fuck her. From her pierced C-cup breasts to her first class ass and those legs it was almost a shame she couldn’t walk. Entering the cell I knelt down and started petting her I also took the opportunity to run my fingers over her bare pussy and pierced clit and found it very wet. Slipping a finger than another into her pussy I marveled at the feel of my first piece of pussy. AS I fingered her she looked up at me with her pretty brown eyes and began to whimper like a puppy. I took a deep breath looked back at dad and took the leash he handed to me a leash. After clipping the leash to mom’s collar dad and Mistress Victoria lead use out of the dungeon, out two doors, and up another set of stairs like the ones that we came down only these took use to dad’s kennels. I need the explain this before I continue one of dad’s businesses I did know about was he sold per bred dogs mostly Great Danes, German shepherds, and rottweilers. What I didn’t know is what they were trained to do and who they were trained to do it to till today.
Entering the kennel I saw five other women and teenage girls. Three were dressed just like mom, one an Asian around my age getting fucked by a Rottweiler, and two big breasted blondes the first was sucking a Great Danes dick and the second was taking a German shepherd up her ass. Two other women were wearing a gimp suit of sorts. They had black vinyl hoods that covered their heads and faces except for their eyes mouths and hole for their nostrils. They also were wearing black vinyl body suits with mittens and boots like mom’s. The only skin showing on them were the cut outs on their crotches, around their brands, and the holes their tits were hanging out of. The first was getting face fucked by a Rottweiler and the other was knotted ass to ass with a Great Dane. Before I tell you about the last girl I must explain something. Dad sold dogs trained to fuck human women. To train them he kept special slaves. These slaves were only allowed to crawl, eat and drink out of dog bowls, had to piss and shit like dogs, could only make dog sounds (whimpering, barking, and so on.), and must let any dog that wants to fuck them any way it wants. There are two types of these slaves. Mom and the other three are the first Kennel Bitches. The second is what the two in the hoods are Gimp Bitches. They are most of the time slaves that are deemed untrainible. They watch their heads get shaved then the hoods are placed over their heads and locked on never to be removed. These are the lowest of all sex slaves. The last girl in the kennels was a slave that was being punished for trying to escape. She was fifteen brunette very hot she looks a lot like Megan Fox. She was naked save her collar and the steel shackles on her wrists and ankles. She chained so her head and shoulders were on the ground and her ass was in the air with her knees at her tits and legs widely spread while three rottweiers took turns raping her. All the time she pleaded and begged in vain. I locked mom in a kennel. I took this moment to strip out of my clothes.
As I entered she presented her ass to me like a bitch in heat. I move around to her head and before I could order her to suck my dick she latched onto it like a starving calf on its mother’s tit. I would never have a slave that could what she could with a cock. She had no gag reflex what so ever. I needed a distraction about thirty seconds in so looked at dad. That was a big mistake he had the mistress on her knees hands behind her back and was fucking her face like there was no tomorrow. Seeing that made me shoot my first load in mom’s mouth and mom never missing a beat swallowed every drop.
I needed to rest for a little while so I watched dad finish with the mistress and the Asian bitch being fucked by one Rottweiler while sucking another ones dick. As she got a doggie cum facial I decided to continue. I began to finger fuck mom for a few minutes bringing her to the brink of orgasm. It wasn’t hard given the fact she was already worked up and a fact I didn’t find out until after the test. It seems my family found drug years ago that not only made a woman Horney as hell but also made them extra sanative as well. I removed my fingers and lined up my cock. After inserting the head I grabbed her hips rammed it home extracting a gasp out of mom. I was tempted to cut loose on her but decided the savior my first piece of pussy. Pull almost all the way out then thrusting back in slowly. Then mom would clinch down on my cock as I pulled out. I kept this up a good four or five minutes before my cut loose on her, Then I would slow back down making her whimper in frustration then cut loose again. I kept this up for another four or five minutes until I could take no more and gave mom’s pussy a cum bath as she sprayed cum herself. Collapsing on her I needed to rest for a good ten minutes even with the help from Pfzer.
I rolled onto my back as mom began to lick and suck my dick clean. After she had me clean I got up and got some water for us mine in the bottle and her’s in a bowl on the floor. I have to admit it a woman lapping water out of a bowl is pretty sexy. While I rested I watch the other Kennel Bitches the Asian was curled up taking a nap, the two blondes were in the same kennel now sucking the dog cum from each other’s pussies and asses, one of the Gimp Bitches had a Great Dane going to town on her pussy, while the other was being ass fucked by one Rottweiler and face fucked by another, and the brunette slave knelt crying in shame as a Rottweiler licked her to orgasm. I finish my break and got a tube lube from dad. As I removed mom’s bowl she dropped her shoulders and raised her ass. I began to work the lube into mom’s ass hole starting with one finger and working my way up to three. Once I think I’ve done enough I rub some on my dick. Spreading mom’s ass cheeks I decide to get this over with quickly. I couldn’t help myself this time as trust through mom’s ass hole. I wanted to savior this since I always was an ass man but I was tiered and my little blue pill was starting to wear out. Mom was whimpering like you wouldn’t believe as I jack hammered her. I didn’t learn till after that even after being a sex slave for seventeen years mom never could handle anal sex without bursting into tears. I was amazed I lasted five minutes fucking her the way I was before shot my load in her ass. As I pulled out mom quickly turned and cleaned me off on last time.
I then petted her again and told her what a good Kennel Bitch she was and left her kennel. Now to choose the dogs that would fuck her I had flipped a coin and the Rottweilers won the toss and the mistress had two ready to go by the time I finish with her. To finish the test I didn’t have to stay after I let the dogs in with her but I wanted to watch my mom be fucked by at least one the four dogs. Dad showed me the switch to let the dogs in with mom I didn’t even hesitate to hit it and open that door. Like flash two horney dogs were on her. She began whimpering and crying again as one grabbed a hold of her neck with his jaws not hard enough to break the skin but hard enough to hold her in place while the other mounted her. He grabbed hold of mom’s hips and began hump her. It took him a few tries before he found her pussy but you could tell by the way she jumped when he did. He was fucking her for a couple of minutes before mom started thrusting back to match his thrusts. That’s when the humiliation set in on mom as she began to whimper worse than ever. I didn’t think I could get it up again but did so to get some relief I woke the Asian bitch and had her suck my dick. Dad not be left out had the mistress bent over and was pounding away on her ass hole. For five more minutes the dog fucked mom before he knotted her then several things happened, one dad filled the mistress’s ass hole full of cum, two the Asian bitch got to swallow a load of my cum, three the Rottweiler fucking mom stepped over her back so they were tied ass to ass, four mom had a massive orgasm, and five as mom had her orgasm the other dog let go her neck and mounted her shoulders shoving it’s dick down her throat. Dad said to leave the boys to the bitch as me and dad watch the mistress make the little brunette slave suck dads cum from her ass.
We then left the bitches to the dogs and returned to the dungeon. Passing the cells dad lead me to another room. The back wall of this room was lined with two foot by two foot by three and a half foot cages, four cages high, and five cages long. Half had girls locked in them, all the girls naked with slandered inch wide steel slave collars steel shackles on their wrists and ankles, arms chained behind their backs, and all most all of them were wearing chastity belts. All the girls looked to be thirteen to fifteen years old. There was one Hispanic, three Asians, and the rest were white save one cage covered with a cloth. “Son this is where all new slaves are brought after they are acquired. I am very proud of you now let’s talk about your birthday present and the second test.” dad says. Birthday present? I thought doing mom was my present I was thinking as dad reached for the cloth. Before I continue I must tell you about a conversation me and dad had last year. Dad had asked what futures I found sexist in women. I told him I didn’t care for giant tits preferred B-cups to C-cups, they had to have a nice ass, good looking legs, I was split between blondes and red heads, but what I found sexist of all were English and Australian accents. Dad pulled the cloth down in the cage was a fourteen year old with strawberry blonde hair that came to just above her fine ass with green tear filled eyes I say about perfectly proportional B-cup breast under a red three inch ribbon tied around them in a big bow. She was restrained the same as the other girls in the cages including the ball gages I forgot to list. Dad told me she was from Melbourne Australia and her name was Megan and is a virgin. Of course as a sex slave she would need a new name.
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Escape Into a Trap: Part 2

This is a continuation of the story Escape Into a Trap. Tiffany and Mercedes thought they got away after robbing a bank, only to be sold to a cruel mistress by their co-conspirator

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Wendy and Miss West iii

the third of three
Wendy was led blindfolded by Miss West towards a door to the rear of the office. Miss West inserted a key and opened the heavy oak door to what from the outside would appear to be a store room off the main office. On entering, if Wendy could see, she would have seen a small room, about 6 foot square, painted black with metal rings fastened at various heights along the walls and at various points to the ceiling. The room was lit with spot lights angled in all directions.
Wendy was stood in the centre of the brightly lit room. She was alone with Miss West while the other three women stayed outside chatting. Miss West turned Wendy to face a corner in the small room. She then fastened a tether around the cuffs on her wrists and pulled them to the ceiling so Wendys arms and body were stretched. Wendy could barely touch the floor with her dainty feet.
Miss West stood behind Wendy and removed her blindfold. Without speaking she left and closed the door behind her.
Wendys eyes reacted quickly to the lights and she was left dazzled for several seconds. Once she regained her full sight Wendy cautiously used what little freedom she had to inspect the room. She managed to spin herself around on her tiptoes. She saw how small the room was. She saw the rings on the walls and ceiling. The black paint made it look like a dungeon or interrogation room Wendy thought.
She began to feel nervous again. What was going to happen to her now she thought. Am I going to be hurt? Am I going to be forced to do things to these women again? What are they going to do to me!? Thoughts ran wild through Wendys mind.
No sooner had the door closed when it opened again. Miss West appeared through the door and closed it to be alone with her young employee.
Wendy soon noticed Miss West had objects in her hand. She struggled to see them.
“Wendy do you know what this is?” She held up a long, stiff peace of leather with an attachment at one end.
“Miss West, is it a whip?” Wendy replied nervously.
“Nearly Wendy. It is actually a crop. It is similar to a whip. I will show why in a moment. Do you know what this is Wendy?” She held up a leather strap with a red smooth ball attached to it.
“Oh, Miss West, I think it is a gag!”
“That’s correct Wendy, well done. Here hold it in your teeth so you can taste it.” Miss West placed the end of the leather strap between her front teeth and allowed Wendy to bight on to it.
With the ball gag dangling loosely from Wendys mouth Miss West carried on.
“The crop here will be used to leave marks on your skin Wendy.”
Wendy stiffened in panic as Miss West continued.
“The marks will remind you that you work for me and that you are mine. I may mark you because I can or if I don’t think you are working hard enough. Do you understand Wendy?”
“Yes Miss West.” Wendy whispered through gritted teeth.
“I am going to give you your first mark now Wendy to see how you like it. If you can take it without whimpering I shall leave the gag out. If you make a sound you will be gagged before the other ladies come in to use you. Is that ok Wendy?”
“Yes Miss West, anything for you.”
Miss West circled Wendy to build up the tension. She wanted Wendy to be nervous and anxious about been struck with the crop. As she circled her she allowed the end of the crop to stroke Wendy’s stomach and bottom.
On the third lap of the young girl Miss West took a step back and focused on Wendy’s left bum cheek. She touched it softly with the crop then slowly pulled it back. She paused. Then with an experienced hand she flicked the tip of the crop to lash at Wendy’s soft skin. Wendy could not have begun to understand how much the crop would hurt. It took the breath from Wendy’s lungs as she let out a high pitch scream. Her pain echoed around the enclosed room. The scream was what you would expect from a woman reaching the heights of passion. She had never heard herself make such a noise. She had not experienced pain like it. Her skin reddened and swelled within seconds. Tears dropped from her eyes as the pain made her adrenalin rush and her body heat. She lost grip on the gag as she sobbed.
“Did you enjoy that Wendy!?” Miss West enquired in delight as she saw the suffering she had put on Wendy.
“No! Oh no I didn’t Miss West! Please don’t do it again!”
With that Miss West pulled back the crop and struck again on the exact same place.
Again Wendy screamed an ear piercing outburst to show here pain. The tears continued to roll as Wendy sobbed and struggled against her restraints.
Miss West moved to face Wendy.
“Wendy you have dropped your ball gag! You have screamed when I told you to remain quiet and you spoke inappropriately to me. You may say ‘Yes Miss West’ when I ask you if you like it!! Now you leave me no option but to punish you!
Wendy struggled against her restraints but began to realise quickly that the more she protested the longer the punishment would go on for. She decided she must stand the pain, say what she had to say and get out as soon as possible.
“Raise your right leg so I can crop your inner thigh Wendy.”
“Yes Miss West, anything for you.”
“That’s better Wendy, good girl.”
Wendy raised her knee high and twisted it outwards to expose the inner thigh of her right leg.
She struggled to hold her balance and used the tension on her wrists to maintain her stance.
“When I crop you this time Wendy I want silence! Leave your leg like that until I tell you to lower it.”
“Yes Miss West, anything for you.”
Miss West struck the softest part of Wendy’s leg. She struck high on the thigh just two inches below her bald vagina.
Wendy was bighting her tongue to control herself. The pain on her thigh was worse than her backside but knew another outburst would only make her ordeal worse.
Without warning Miss West struck again on the same spot. Wendy let out a lung full of air but managed to keep her vocal cords still. Saliva departed her mouth in a flurry of spit. Some of it reached the floor while some of it dribbled down her chin and was left dangling precariously. Tears of pain continued down her cheeks and mixed with the saliva and took it to dribble on to her bare chest. Miss West made patterns in the wetness and traced it down to Wendy’s left nipple with the crop. She pushed and poked at her nipple with the crop and then slowly and softly began to tap her nipple until it became hard.
“Good girl Wendy. I knew you could take it. Lower your leg. Do you like the crop Wendy?”
“Yes Miss West.”
“I know you do Wendy and you will learn to love it as you get used to the pain it can cause. Know I will insert this ball gag into your mouth to make sure you don’t cry out in pain again in front of my friends!”
Miss West bent down and picked up the mouth restraint. She pushed the red ball into Wendy’s mouth and fastened the leather traps behind her head. She pulled it tight and watched Wendy as she struggled to breathe and swallow. Saliva escaped the sides of the gag.
Once Wendy had begun to relax a little into her bindings Miss West took her feet, which still had the silk ties on them, and pulled them into the air. She manoeuvred Wendy until she was facing a corner again. She pulled her feet and tied her right foot to one wall and her left foot to the adjacent wall, forcing her legs to part at a ninety degree angle. Her feet were now slightly higher than her waist so her knees were bent. Miss West then replaced Wendy’s blindfold. She was now totally restrained, gagged and blindfolded.
Miss West left the room again to summon the other ladies. Wendy was left alone with her legs spread and arms tied high.
The three ladies followed Miss West back into the small room desperate to see their new plaything all bound and gagged.
They were not disappointed with what they saw. Each of them commented on how beautiful Wendy looked suspended and naked with her legs spread.
“Ooh look at Wendy. What a slut she is just waiting there with open legs just for us!”
“Look at her vagina. I think its wet in anticipation.”
“I think she’s going to cum like she never has done before!”
“I can’t wait to let her drink my juices.”
“I want to taste her little anus whilst it’s so exposed!”
Miss West interrupted their chit chat.
“Now ladies here are the rules. Wendy pay attention as this will most definitely effect you too.
As Wendy is my girl I get to say when she cums. If she cums before I say she can she will be cropped. Wendy must remain silent throughout. You can do what you like to her. You can use any hole and you may use any of my instruments as you desire. Once you have finished using her holes we will move her so she can service you as you please. If you are going to cum I would like you to make sure as much as possible of your cum goes into her mouth.
Ladies please carry on and enjoy yourselves!”
Wendy was petrified at the rules Miss West had given! What were ‘the instruments’ she thought. What if I am in pain? I can’t speak to tell them to stop with this gag! What will I have to do to them! What are they going to do to my holes!?
The ladies moved slowly. They took their time to study Wendys naked form. They circled her without touching deciding in silence what they would like to do to her first.
The lady who Wendy had undressed first was the first to act. She bent down to Miss West instruments and picked up a tiny whip. It could best described as a ‘pocket whip’. It was only ten inches long in total. The tails were about six inches long and made of soft leather.
She stood between Wendys splayed legs and softly began to prescribe whips to her inner thighs. Wendys body jerked at the shock of these first touches.
She kept a steady pace swirling the whip from thigh to thigh giving alternate blows to each leg. Once Wendy got used to the sensation she realised it was quite pleasant. The leather felt soft and smooth and gave a nice slap as they landed.
The whip was worked along the lengths of her thighs the pace occasionally speeding then slowing again.
Meanwhile the posh lady grabbed a clear plastic dildo from the bag of instruments. It was a large dildo with ribs in it. She licked the length of the shaft and went down on her knees below Wendy. She offered it to Wendys spread labia and on into her hole.
Wendy felt it immediately and just hoped it was small and who ever was using it was caring and gentle.
She let out a whimper from behind her gag as it was pushed quite firmly into her young vagina.
As Wendy whimpered Miss West was there immediately to crop her as punishment for making a sound. She cropped the bottom of her right thigh, not far from where she was being whipped. She jolted as the harsh blow landed.
The lady pushed hard against the strength of Wendys muscles trying to repel it. A full nine inches was ploughed into Wendy, just leaving enough for the lady to hold onto. Her hand banged against Wendys pussy as she started to plunge the object in and out at quite a pace!
Wendys whole body rocked back and forth as her pussy was used roughly by the posh lady.
The lady with the whip now moved to Wendys body. She whipped her taught abdomen then moved to Wendys breasts, focusing on her tender nipples. Her breasts reddened and her nipples reacted by stiffening and pointing high.
Wendy was not used to feeling such sensations. The whip was not painful. The dildo in her vagina however was! She was not lubricated enough to take such a large phallus.
It rubbed against her tender innards and she thought she might cry again.
Miss West and Sandra watched in silence as this beautiful girl was humiliated and abused. Miss West stroked Sandras bum as they watched in delight.
Sandra watched the young girl of her desires in this threesome with these two experienced ladies. She lusted after her so much. She enjoyed watching her suffer but did not want to hurt such a tender being.
She approached the medley of women and bobbed down to her knees next to the posh lady.
She stopped Wendy from rocking by placing her hands on the bottom of her bum and grabbing hard. She slowly moved her tongue to Wendys tight anus.
Wendy felt the damp soft touch on her delicate skin around her ass. It was a lovely feeling and she used her best guess and presumed correctly that it was Sandra finishing what she had started earlier.
The exquisite feeling on Wendys anus made up for the pain the posh lady was inflicting with the dildo on her vagina.
The thought of Sandra being down their tonguing her arse started to make Wendy moist. Her pussy started to lubricate the plastic dick inside her and made its relentlessness smoother and more pleasurable.
The posh lady manoeuvred her thumb so that on the up thrust she made brief contact with Wendys clitoris. On every seventh or eighth thrust she stopped, holding the dildo deep inside Wendy whilst she circled her clitoris with her thumb and then occasionally she pushed her face closer to lick at it.
Wendy had never had two tongues working her at the same time before. She didn’t know which sensation to focus on and her pre cum ran loose leaking down the dildo and seeping towards her anus where Sandra was only too pleased to lap at the taste.
“That’s it girls lap it up! Does she taste good?” Asked Miss West.
The posh lady was first to respond as she continued to ram the dildo home.
“Oh yes, she tastes just fine for such a young girl. She had better be ready to eat my vagina now I have been so kind and licked her bud!
I bet you love me licking you Wendy. Do you want me to lick you some more?”
Wendy nodded frantically and moaned a sweet muffled sigh through her gag.
“Would you like it if I made you cum with this big phallus Wendy?”
Wendys appreciative moans continued as she began to buck and breathe deeper.
“Now now Wendy;” Miss West spoke again; “Don’t even think about cuming yet! I have not given you permission!”
Sandras tongue worked faster and faster at her anus and the dildo was thrust deeper, faster and harder. The tongue on her clitoris worked more frequently as they teased her into orgasm.
The lady with the whip had now started to use it on Wendys face. Lightly but relentlessly slapping her face cheeks. It was almost frustrating to Wendy but as her orgasm started to build the attention and confusion sent her over the edge.
She shook her head from side to side to try to avoid the whip but also to try to make these women stop. Her orgasm was sending waves through her body. She knew Miss West would sense she was cuming and dreaded to think of the consequences.
She moaned through her gag in a confusion of pleasure and fear. Tears escaped her eyes again and the ball in her mouth almost made her gag as saliva from her heightened state was not able to be swallowed.
Miss West moved forward with her crop and gestured the lady with the whip to move so she could stand between Wendys legs.
The whip was now lashing at Wendys feet and ankles.
Miss West raised the crop and in rhythm to her words she cropped Wendys nipples. “I – HOPE – YOU – ARE – NOT- CUM – ING – YOUNG – LADY!”
Wendy shook her head wildly. The attention on her holes carried on as the orgasm sent her wild. Her whole body shook, her vagina tightened and sucked on the dildo. The posh lady had to fight to keep in control of it so she could carry on at a frantic pace. Sandra pushed her tongue further into Wendys anus and spanked her arse as she did.
Wendys cum had made her so wet that the dildo made a squelching noise as it moved inside Wendy. On the up thrust it sent out a spray of cum which covered the posh ladys hands and face as she concentrated hard on making Wendy orgasm.
Wendy was loud to say she was gagged, and it didn’t go unnoticed.
“Silence Wendy!” Ordered Miss West.
Wendy was oblivious to words now. All she could focus on was her loins and her internal fire.
“Wendy I want you to stop cuming immediately!” Miss West sounded like a school teacher now shouting orders to naughty pupils.
She knew Wendy could not control herself yet. In time Miss West would train her to be more obedient.
“Silence Wendy!” Ordered Miss West again.
Wendy reached a peak and her moans echoed in the room. She feared what punishment Miss West may administer for her disobedience as she slowly started to come back down to earth. Miss West asked the other ladies to stop.
The dildo was pulled out slowly and the four of them took great pleasure in inspecting Wendys fresh honey which coated the whole shaft. The lady with the whip being the only one not to have tasted Wendy took the dildo and slowly licked and sucked it clean.
They all stood now ready to witness Wendy receive her punishment.
“Wendy you know I must mark you now! I will first punish you for breaking your silence and then for cuming before I said you could! Do you understand Wendy?”
Wendy acknowledged with a slow fearful nod of her head.
Miss West softly tapped Wendys face cheeks. A couple of shots on either side.
“You must learn to control your noises Wendy. I asked you to remain quiet but you disobeyed me!”
She then ran the crop down to her nipples where the shots became harder.
“Do not talk or make a sound unless you are told to Wendy! Do you understand young lady!?”
The shots were hard and pained Wendys already tender nipples.
Wendy nodded quickly, hoping that the sudden response would end her suffering. It didn’t and Miss West carried on raining shots to each nipple until they were deep red.
“Now Wendy. Your little vagina disobeyed you too didn’t it?”
Wendy nodded again.
“It released your honey before I was ready Wendy. For that it must be cropped!”
Wendy shook her head violently and her body struggled and fought the restraints. She knew her efforts were futile. She knew this would be the worst pain she could possibly suffer. To have that hard leather tab assault her tender lips would be excruciating. She put up a fight in the hope that Miss West would go easy on her. She knew she had to accept the punishment and was eager to show Miss West she was keen to learn but feared the pain she was about to experience.
She allowed her body to relax and waited to receive her cropping.
“One, two, three…..” Miss West counted the cropping she dealt. The first was soft and kind. The second and third were a little harder. By the time the tenth blow came Miss West was using reasonable force to make Wendy suffer.
Wendy managed to remain silent but the pain she was in was like no other. The crop hit her labia, her clitoris and the skin between her hole and her anus. Miss Wests shots were accurate and deliberate. She knew which parts of a young girl were most sensitive.
She stopped at 15 recognising the pain Wendy must be feeling. Wendy shuddered in pain, she felt her pussy sting and the sensation drove straight through her body. She concentrated hard and managed to stifle her screams.
After several minutes of just watching her hanging in pain Miss West decided it was time to use Wendys mouth to service her and her friends vaginas. She untied Wendys feet and lowered them softly to the ground allowing the blood to flow back to them gradually. She then released the gag and asked Wendy if she had enjoyed her punishment.
“Oh yes Miss West, anything for you.” Wendy replied.
Her hands were released from the ceiling and the other women gathered round to assist getting her into her next position.
They grabbed her arms and body and caringly laid her down on the cold floor on her back. Miss West then pulled her hands together and tied her forearms to each other and pulled them so her body was tight again. Her arms were fastened to one of the metal loops which was just two inches above the floor. With her body as straight as an arrow two of the other women took Wendys legs and spread and secured them apart with a spreader bar. They attached the spreader bar to a cord and ran it through a ring on the ceiling. They then used the metal loops in the ceiling as a pulley to hoist her from the floor.
The ladys looked at Wendy, as she suspended upside down with her legs spread, so they could see right into her vagina. Wendys young firm breasts flopped only slightly towards her face. The back of her head was still on floor and her neck bent uncomfortably so the rest of her was at ninety degrees to it.
Miss West was the first to use Wendy in this position. She removed her ball gag so her mouth could be abused by her and her friends.
Miss West stood above Wendys face with he legs either side of her outstretched arms. She slowly lowered herself onto Wendys pretty face and began to gyrate her already wet pussy into her. She felt Wendys nose bang on her clitoris and her lips moving with the force of her labia.
“Use your mouth to make me cum little one. I want you to drink my cum!” Miss West instructed Wendy.
Wendy realised it was Miss West and with out delay lapped at her Mistresses vagina.
As Wendy worked on her pussy with her soft tongue Miss West grinded her arsehole onto Wendys little nose. Pushing down as hard as she could she felt the tip enter her. She moved in circles to arouse her anus while her young employee flicked her clit with a fast learning tongue.
Sandra, realising Miss West was enjoying her anus being played with bent down behind Miss West and slowly started to finger the outside of her friends anus. Miss West lifted her bum fractionally so she could do as she wished to her tight anus. Sandra wasted no time in slipping a finger into her and wiggling it around to delight her friend.
Miss Wests pre cum built up quickly and she ensured none of it was wasted. She allowed Wendy to lap at it and then fingered her hole herself to draw on the excess build up and allowed that to dribble into Wendys hungry mouth.
Wendy now enjoyed the taste and the excitement of licking Miss West. She found it so perverse and against her best judgement that she just felt so turned on. This made her lap faster and with more attention to detail. She so wanted her boss to cum hard into her mouth.
With her clitoris and anus being played with Miss West soon began to cum. She rocked her vagina on Wendys face and positioned herself to ensure her employee knew where to lick. Her juices oozed and a flood of cum left her pussy in a torrent as she moaned a lovely sigh of pleasure. Wendy continued to lick and gulped as hard as she could to take all the cum she was offered.
Miss West rubbed her soaking pussy all over Wendys face as she came down from her excitement to leave Wendy looking like she had just had a hard workout.
As Miss West stood up she revealed Wendys smiling face. She had a dirty yet innocent smile on her face as if to say ‘I just made you cum Mistress and I enjoyed every bit of it’.
“That was very good Wendy. I am sure with more practice you will become an excellent employee.” Miss West remarked.
“Thankyou Miss West!” Wendy replied, still smiling at her efforts.
The lady who had whipped Wendy now decided it was her turn for some fun.
She too adopted the same position Miss West had. Before she allowed Wendy to lick her she asked Wendy if she would like a 69.
With Wendys mouth just an inch from her pussy she not only heard Wendys reply but felt her warm breath on her pussy too.
“Yes Miss, anything for you.”
With that she lowered herself onto Wendys mouth and wrapped her arms around Wendys frame and took hold of her ass cheeks. She pulled Wendy closer and sank her own face into Wendys crease and the two women began to French kiss each others vaginas.

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Wendy and Miss West iii

the third of three
Wendy was led blindfolded by Miss West towards a door to the rear of the office. Miss West inserted a key and opened the heavy oak door to what from the outside would appear to be a store room off the main office. On entering, if Wendy could see, she would have seen a small room, about 6 foot square, painted black with metal rings fastened at various heights along the walls and at various points to the ceiling. The room was lit with spot lights angled in all directions.
Wendy was stood in the centre of the brightly lit room. She was alone with Miss West while the other three women stayed outside chatting. Miss West turned Wendy to face a corner in the small room. She then fastened a tether around the cuffs on her wrists and pulled them to the ceiling so Wendys arms and body were stretched. Wendy could barely touch the floor with her dainty feet.
Miss West stood behind Wendy and removed her blindfold. Without speaking she left and closed the door behind her.
Wendys eyes reacted quickly to the lights and she was left dazzled for several seconds. Once she regained her full sight Wendy cautiously used what little freedom she had to inspect the room. She managed to spin herself around on her tiptoes. She saw how small the room was. She saw the rings on the walls and ceiling. The black paint made it look like a dungeon or interrogation room Wendy thought.
She began to feel nervous again. What was going to happen to her now she thought. Am I going to be hurt? Am I going to be forced to do things to these women again? What are they going to do to me!? Thoughts ran wild through Wendys mind.
No sooner had the door closed when it opened again. Miss West appeared through the door and closed it to be alone with her young employee.
Wendy soon noticed Miss West had objects in her hand. She struggled to see them.
“Wendy do you know what this is?” She held up a long, stiff peace of leather with an attachment at one end.
“Miss West, is it a whip?” Wendy replied nervously.
“Nearly Wendy. It is actually a crop. It is similar to a whip. I will show why in a moment. Do you know what this is Wendy?” She held up a leather strap with a red smooth ball attached to it.
“Oh, Miss West, I think it is a gag!”
“That’s correct Wendy, well done. Here hold it in your teeth so you can taste it.” Miss West placed the end of the leather strap between her front teeth and allowed Wendy to bight on to it.
With the ball gag dangling loosely from Wendys mouth Miss West carried on.
“The crop here will be used to leave marks on your skin Wendy.”
Wendy stiffened in panic as Miss West continued.
“The marks will remind you that you work for me and that you are mine. I may mark you because I can or if I don’t think you are working hard enough. Do you understand Wendy?”
“Yes Miss West.” Wendy whispered through gritted teeth.
“I am going to give you your first mark now Wendy to see how you like it. If you can take it without whimpering I shall leave the gag out. If you make a sound you will be gagged before the other ladies come in to use you. Is that ok Wendy?”
“Yes Miss West, anything for you.”
Miss West circled Wendy to build up the tension. She wanted Wendy to be nervous and anxious about been struck with the crop. As she circled her she allowed the end of the crop to stroke Wendy’s stomach and bottom.
On the third lap of the young girl Miss West took a step back and focused on Wendy’s left bum cheek. She touched it softly with the crop then slowly pulled it back. She paused. Then with an experienced hand she flicked the tip of the crop to lash at Wendy’s soft skin. Wendy could not have begun to understand how much the crop would hurt. It took the breath from Wendy’s lungs as she let out a high pitch scream. Her pain echoed around the enclosed room. The scream was what you would expect from a woman reaching the heights of passion. She had never heard herself make such a noise. She had not experienced pain like it. Her skin reddened and swelled within seconds. Tears dropped from her eyes as the pain made her adrenalin rush and her body heat. She lost grip on the gag as she sobbed.
“Did you enjoy that Wendy!?” Miss West enquired in delight as she saw the suffering she had put on Wendy.
“No! Oh no I didn’t Miss West! Please don’t do it again!”
With that Miss West pulled back the crop and struck again on the exact same place.
Again Wendy screamed an ear piercing outburst to show here pain. The tears continued to roll as Wendy sobbed and struggled against her restraints.
Miss West moved to face Wendy.
“Wendy you have dropped your ball gag! You have screamed when I told you to remain quiet and you spoke inappropriately to me. You may say ‘Yes Miss West’ when I ask you if you like it!! Now you leave me no option but to punish you!
Wendy struggled against her restraints but began to realise quickly that the more she protested the longer the punishment would go on for. She decided she must stand the pain, say what she had to say and get out as soon as possible.
“Raise your right leg so I can crop your inner thigh Wendy.”
“Yes Miss West, anything for you.”
“That’s better Wendy, good girl.”
Wendy raised her knee high and twisted it outwards to expose the inner thigh of her right leg.
She struggled to hold her balance and used the tension on her wrists to maintain her stance.
“When I crop you this time Wendy I want silence! Leave your leg like that until I tell you to lower it.”
“Yes Miss West, anything for you.”
Miss West struck the softest part of Wendy’s leg. She struck high on the thigh just two inches below her bald vagina.
Wendy was bighting her tongue to control herself. The pain on her thigh was worse than her backside but knew another outburst would only make her ordeal worse.
Without warning Miss West struck again on the same spot. Wendy let out a lung full of air but managed to keep her vocal cords still. Saliva departed her mouth in a flurry of spit. Some of it reached the floor while some of it dribbled down her chin and was left dangling precariously. Tears of pain continued down her cheeks and mixed with the saliva and took it to dribble on to her bare chest. Miss West made patterns in the wetness and traced it down to Wendy’s left nipple with the crop. She pushed and poked at her nipple with the crop and then slowly and softly began to tap her nipple until it became hard.
“Good girl Wendy. I knew you could take it. Lower your leg. Do you like the crop Wendy?”
“Yes Miss West.”
“I know you do Wendy and you will learn to love it as you get used to the pain it can cause. Know I will insert this ball gag into your mouth to make sure you don’t cry out in pain again in front of my friends!”
Miss West bent down and picked up the mouth restraint. She pushed the red ball into Wendy’s mouth and fastened the leather traps behind her head. She pulled it tight and watched Wendy as she struggled to breathe and swallow. Saliva escaped the sides of the gag.
Once Wendy had begun to relax a little into her bindings Miss West took her feet, which still had the silk ties on them, and pulled them into the air. She manoeuvred Wendy until she was facing a corner again. She pulled her feet and tied her right foot to one wall and her left foot to the adjacent wall, forcing her legs to part at a ninety degree angle. Her feet were now slightly higher than her waist so her knees were bent. Miss West then replaced Wendy’s blindfold. She was now totally restrained, gagged and blindfolded.
Miss West left the room again to summon the other ladies. Wendy was left alone with her legs spread and arms tied high.
The three ladies followed Miss West back into the small room desperate to see their new plaything all bound and gagged.
They were not disappointed with what they saw. Each of them commented on how beautiful Wendy looked suspended and naked with her legs spread.
“Ooh look at Wendy. What a slut she is just waiting there with open legs just for us!”
“Look at her vagina. I think its wet in anticipation.”
“I think she’s going to cum like she never has done before!”
“I can’t wait to let her drink my juices.”
“I want to taste her little anus whilst it’s so exposed!”
Miss West interrupted their chit chat.
“Now ladies here are the rules. Wendy pay attention as this will most definitely effect you too.
As Wendy is my girl I get to say when she cums. If she cums before I say she can she will be cropped. Wendy must remain silent throughout. You can do what you like to her. You can use any hole and you may use any of my instruments as you desire. Once you have finished using her holes we will move her so she can service you as you please. If you are going to cum I would like you to make sure as much as possible of your cum goes into her mouth.
Ladies please carry on and enjoy yourselves!”
Wendy was petrified at the rules Miss West had given! What were ‘the instruments’ she thought. What if I am in pain? I can’t speak to tell them to stop with this gag! What will I have to do to them! What are they going to do to my holes!?
The ladies moved slowly. They took their time to study Wendys naked form. They circled her without touching deciding in silence what they would like to do to her first.
The lady who Wendy had undressed first was the first to act. She bent down to Miss West instruments and picked up a tiny whip. It could best described as a ‘pocket whip’. It was only ten inches long in total. The tails were about six inches long and made of soft leather.
She stood between Wendys splayed legs and softly began to prescribe whips to her inner thighs. Wendys body jerked at the shock of these first touches.
She kept a steady pace swirling the whip from thigh to thigh giving alternate blows to each leg. Once Wendy got used to the sensation she realised it was quite pleasant. The leather felt soft and smooth and gave a nice slap as they landed.
The whip was worked along the lengths of her thighs the pace occasionally speeding then slowing again.
Meanwhile the posh lady grabbed a clear plastic dildo from the bag of instruments. It was a large dildo with ribs in it. She licked the length of the shaft and went down on her knees below Wendy. She offered it to Wendys spread labia and on into her hole.
Wendy felt it immediately and just hoped it was small and who ever was using it was caring and gentle.
She let out a whimper from behind her gag as it was pushed quite firmly into her young vagina.
As Wendy whimpered Miss West was there immediately to crop her as punishment for making a sound. She cropped the bottom of her right thigh, not far from where she was being whipped. She jolted as the harsh blow landed.
The lady pushed hard against the strength of Wendys muscles trying to repel it. A full nine inches was ploughed into Wendy, just leaving enough for the lady to hold onto. Her hand banged against Wendys pussy as she started to plunge the object in and out at quite a pace!
Wendys whole body rocked back and forth as her pussy was used roughly by the posh lady.
The lady with the whip now moved to Wendys body. She whipped her taught abdomen then moved to Wendys breasts, focusing on her tender nipples. Her breasts reddened and her nipples reacted by stiffening and pointing high.
Wendy was not used to feeling such sensations. The whip was not painful. The dildo in her vagina however was! She was not lubricated enough to take such a large phallus.
It rubbed against her tender innards and she thought she might cry again.
Miss West and Sandra watched in silence as this beautiful girl was humiliated and abused. Miss West stroked Sandras bum as they watched in delight.
Sandra watched the young girl of her desires in this threesome with these two experienced ladies. She lusted after her so much. She enjoyed watching her suffer but did not want to hurt such a tender being.
She approached the medley of women and bobbed down to her knees next to the posh lady.
She stopped Wendy from rocking by placing her hands on the bottom of her bum and grabbing hard. She slowly moved her tongue to Wendys tight anus.
Wendy felt the damp soft touch on her delicate skin around her ass. It was a lovely feeling and she used her best guess and presumed correctly that it was Sandra finishing what she had started earlier.
The exquisite feeling on Wendys anus made up for the pain the posh lady was inflicting with the dildo on her vagina.
The thought of Sandra being down their tonguing her arse started to make Wendy moist. Her pussy started to lubricate the plastic dick inside her and made its relentlessness smoother and more pleasurable.
The posh lady manoeuvred her thumb so that on the up thrust she made brief contact with Wendys clitoris. On every seventh or eighth thrust she stopped, holding the dildo deep inside Wendy whilst she circled her clitoris with her thumb and then occasionally she pushed her face closer to lick at it.
Wendy had never had two tongues working her at the same time before. She didn’t know which sensation to focus on and her pre cum ran loose leaking down the dildo and seeping towards her anus where Sandra was only too pleased to lap at the taste.
“That’s it girls lap it up! Does she taste good?” Asked Miss West.
The posh lady was first to respond as she continued to ram the dildo home.
“Oh yes, she tastes just fine for such a young girl. She had better be ready to eat my vagina now I have been so kind and licked her bud!
I bet you love me licking you Wendy. Do you want me to lick you some more?”
Wendy nodded frantically and moaned a sweet muffled sigh through her gag.
“Would you like it if I made you cum with this big phallus Wendy?”
Wendys appreciative moans continued as she began to buck and breathe deeper.
“Now now Wendy;” Miss West spoke again; “Don’t even think about cuming yet! I have not given you permission!”
Sandras tongue worked faster and faster at her anus and the dildo was thrust deeper, faster and harder. The tongue on her clitoris worked more frequently as they teased her into orgasm.
The lady with the whip had now started to use it on Wendys face. Lightly but relentlessly slapping her face cheeks. It was almost frustrating to Wendy but as her orgasm started to build the attention and confusion sent her over the edge.
She shook her head from side to side to try to avoid the whip but also to try to make these women stop. Her orgasm was sending waves through her body. She knew Miss West would sense she was cuming and dreaded to think of the consequences.
She moaned through her gag in a confusion of pleasure and fear. Tears escaped her eyes again and the ball in her mouth almost made her gag as saliva from her heightened state was not able to be swallowed.
Miss West moved forward with her crop and gestured the lady with the whip to move so she could stand between Wendys legs.
The whip was now lashing at Wendys feet and ankles.
Miss West raised the crop and in rhythm to her words she cropped Wendys nipples. “I – HOPE – YOU – ARE – NOT- CUM – ING – YOUNG – LADY!”
Wendy shook her head wildly. The attention on her holes carried on as the orgasm sent her wild. Her whole body shook, her vagina tightened and sucked on the dildo. The posh lady had to fight to keep in control of it so she could carry on at a frantic pace. Sandra pushed her tongue further into Wendys anus and spanked her arse as she did.
Wendys cum had made her so wet that the dildo made a squelching noise as it moved inside Wendy. On the up thrust it sent out a spray of cum which covered the posh ladys hands and face as she concentrated hard on making Wendy orgasm.
Wendy was loud to say she was gagged, and it didn’t go unnoticed.
“Silence Wendy!” Ordered Miss West.
Wendy was oblivious to words now. All she could focus on was her loins and her internal fire.
“Wendy I want you to stop cuming immediately!” Miss West sounded like a school teacher now shouting orders to naughty pupils.
She knew Wendy could not control herself yet. In time Miss West would train her to be more obedient.
“Silence Wendy!” Ordered Miss West again.
Wendy reached a peak and her moans echoed in the room. She feared what punishment Miss West may administer for her disobedience as she slowly started to come back down to earth. Miss West asked the other ladies to stop.
The dildo was pulled out slowly and the four of them took great pleasure in inspecting Wendys fresh honey which coated the whole shaft. The lady with the whip being the only one not to have tasted Wendy took the dildo and slowly licked and sucked it clean.
They all stood now ready to witness Wendy receive her punishment.
“Wendy you know I must mark you now! I will first punish you for breaking your silence and then for cuming before I said you could! Do you understand Wendy?”
Wendy acknowledged with a slow fearful nod of her head.
Miss West softly tapped Wendys face cheeks. A couple of shots on either side.
“You must learn to control your noises Wendy. I asked you to remain quiet but you disobeyed me!”
She then ran the crop down to her nipples where the shots became harder.
“Do not talk or make a sound unless you are told to Wendy! Do you understand young lady!?”
The shots were hard and pained Wendys already tender nipples.
Wendy nodded quickly, hoping that the sudden response would end her suffering. It didn’t and Miss West carried on raining shots to each nipple until they were deep red.
“Now Wendy. Your little vagina disobeyed you too didn’t it?”
Wendy nodded again.
“It released your honey before I was ready Wendy. For that it must be cropped!”
Wendy shook her head violently and her body struggled and fought the restraints. She knew her efforts were futile. She knew this would be the worst pain she could possibly suffer. To have that hard leather tab assault her tender lips would be excruciating. She put up a fight in the hope that Miss West would go easy on her. She knew she had to accept the punishment and was eager to show Miss West she was keen to learn but feared the pain she was about to experience.
She allowed her body to relax and waited to receive her cropping.
“One, two, three…..” Miss West counted the cropping she dealt. The first was soft and kind. The second and third were a little harder. By the time the tenth blow came Miss West was using reasonable force to make Wendy suffer.
Wendy managed to remain silent but the pain she was in was like no other. The crop hit her labia, her clitoris and the skin between her hole and her anus. Miss Wests shots were accurate and deliberate. She knew which parts of a young girl were most sensitive.
She stopped at 15 recognising the pain Wendy must be feeling. Wendy shuddered in pain, she felt her pussy sting and the sensation drove straight through her body. She concentrated hard and managed to stifle her screams.
After several minutes of just watching her hanging in pain Miss West decided it was time to use Wendys mouth to service her and her friends vaginas. She untied Wendys feet and lowered them softly to the ground allowing the blood to flow back to them gradually. She then released the gag and asked Wendy if she had enjoyed her punishment.
“Oh yes Miss West, anything for you.” Wendy replied.
Her hands were released from the ceiling and the other women gathered round to assist getting her into her next position.
They grabbed her arms and body and caringly laid her down on the cold floor on her back. Miss West then pulled her hands together and tied her forearms to each other and pulled them so her body was tight again. Her arms were fastened to one of the metal loops which was just two inches above the floor. With her body as straight as an arrow two of the other women took Wendys legs and spread and secured them apart with a spreader bar. They attached the spreader bar to a cord and ran it through a ring on the ceiling. They then used the metal loops in the ceiling as a pulley to hoist her from the floor.
The ladys looked at Wendy, as she suspended upside down with her legs spread, so they could see right into her vagina. Wendys young firm breasts flopped only slightly towards her face. The back of her head was still on floor and her neck bent uncomfortably so the rest of her was at ninety degrees to it.
Miss West was the first to use Wendy in this position. She removed her ball gag so her mouth could be abused by her and her friends.
Miss West stood above Wendys face with he legs either side of her outstretched arms. She slowly lowered herself onto Wendys pretty face and began to gyrate her already wet pussy into her. She felt Wendys nose bang on her clitoris and her lips moving with the force of her labia.
“Use your mouth to make me cum little one. I want you to drink my cum!” Miss West instructed Wendy.
Wendy realised it was Miss West and with out delay lapped at her Mistresses vagina.
As Wendy worked on her pussy with her soft tongue Miss West grinded her arsehole onto Wendys little nose. Pushing down as hard as she could she felt the tip enter her. She moved in circles to arouse her anus while her young employee flicked her clit with a fast learning tongue.
Sandra, realising Miss West was enjoying her anus being played with bent down behind Miss West and slowly started to finger the outside of her friends anus. Miss West lifted her bum fractionally so she could do as she wished to her tight anus. Sandra wasted no time in slipping a finger into her and wiggling it around to delight her friend.
Miss Wests pre cum built up quickly and she ensured none of it was wasted. She allowed Wendy to lap at it and then fingered her hole herself to draw on the excess build up and allowed that to dribble into Wendys hungry mouth.
Wendy now enjoyed the taste and the excitement of licking Miss West. She found it so perverse and against her best judgement that she just felt so turned on. This made her lap faster and with more attention to detail. She so wanted her boss to cum hard into her mouth.
With her clitoris and anus being played with Miss West soon began to cum. She rocked her vagina on Wendys face and positioned herself to ensure her employee knew where to lick. Her juices oozed and a flood of cum left her pussy in a torrent as she moaned a lovely sigh of pleasure. Wendy continued to lick and gulped as hard as she could to take all the cum she was offered.
Miss West rubbed her soaking pussy all over Wendys face as she came down from her excitement to leave Wendy looking like she had just had a hard workout.
As Miss West stood up she revealed Wendys smiling face. She had a dirty yet innocent smile on her face as if to say ‘I just made you cum Mistress and I enjoyed every bit of it’.
“That was very good Wendy. I am sure with more practice you will become an excellent employee.” Miss West remarked.
“Thankyou Miss West!” Wendy replied, still smiling at her efforts.
The lady who had whipped Wendy now decided it was her turn for some fun.
She too adopted the same position Miss West had. Before she allowed Wendy to lick her she asked Wendy if she would like a 69.
With Wendys mouth just an inch from her pussy she not only heard Wendys reply but felt her warm breath on her pussy too.
“Yes Miss, anything for you.”
With that she lowered herself onto Wendys mouth and wrapped her arms around Wendys frame and took hold of her ass cheeks. She pulled Wendy closer and sank her own face into Wendys crease and the two women began to French kiss each others vaginas.

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Unholy Punishment? Part 1

Hello my horny friends,
I haven’t written anything in a year. I hope you enjoy this naughty part 1 of a tale about a priest and young student needing discipline.
“Have you ever been tied to a tree?”
“What?” Said the young, naked, muse in bewilderment. The priest walked slowly up to the young student and gently reached out for the girls throat. His fingers brushed her soft skin lightly at first, until his grasp became wrapped firmly around her neck almost leaving an imprint.
“Have you ever been tied to a tree!” He said threateningly, emphasizing each menacing word.
“na..na..no.” She trembled as she replied.
“If you ever break curfew here again, I will take you out in the front garden and leave you naked, tied to a tree for an entire day. Do you understand?”
“…Yes. Yes sir, I’m sorry.” As she spoke the words of obedience, attempting to oppress her anger and humiliation, she couldn’t help but sense her own arousal. He had made her strip her uniform. She knew it was wrong and yet, willfully strip-teased. Without revealing the pleasure she got from doing this, Maddie had slowly removed her clothes.
The priest had not let go of her. He kept his hand around her neck, and let his eyes glance up and down her body. It was cold in the room. Her supple, pink nipples had hardened. The priests thoughts were anything but holy, and her perky tits had inspired an insatiable lust in his body.
“On your knees.” The priest commanded. Fear struck the young girl. She looked up from the floor to his dark brown gaze marking whether he truly would make her do this. She dropped slowly to the carpet in his offices. She felt the thick threading of the imported rug under her. She lifted her head to find that his face held a wide smirk. He lifted her chin high.
“Repeat, I will learn to obey the rules.” The priest demanded as he ran his hands through her thick, beautiful auburn hair.
“I…” she swallowed hard, feeling the cold cause her body to shake, “ will learn….to obey the rules.” As she finished the sentence, he reached down and pinched her right nipple hard. She cried out but he slapped her hard against her mouth. Her cheek glistened in the twilight of the room as a tear dropped from her eye. The smile returned to his face. The priest threw her to the floor leaving her on her stomach as he walked out of the office.
Humiliated, Maddie quickly grabbed her clothes, put on as much of her uniform as she could and fled to her room. She slammed the door and locked it behind her. She fell to her bedside and prayed. She prayed for what felt like an hour, crying, and begging for her freedom from the hellish school her bitch of a mother had sent her to. She had been rebellious and never respected authority, but her mother could not imagine the methods of discipline that occurred at one of the finest private Catholic schools in the state. Nor would her mother ever believe her, as she had proverbially “cried wolf” to avoid other institutions. Her thoughts were racing, so she naturally jumped when the knock came at the door.
“Yes?” Maddie yelled out. All the other girls were either still in classes or out on the grounds for Physical Education. Maddie could hear her own breath in the frightening silence of the room as she waited for an answer.
“Yes!” Maddie said again in frustration. Her lock began to turn. She jumped to her feet, fear stirred deep in her gut and she grabbed at her chest hoping to catch her breath. Her breasts practically touching her chin as she heavily breathed in anticipation.
“Father?” Maddie whispered.
“You didn’t think I was done with you, did you?” The priest said, appearing ominously in her doorway.
“Please, please don’t. I said I would obey you from now on.”
“You say that every time Maddie, and yet you never learn. I think you take pleasure in being punished.” The priest locked the door again and crossed the room to where Maddie vulnerably stood. He swiftly moved behind her, his breath heating the skin of her neck.
“Beg me again to not do it…” He teased her. She closed her eyes, letting her neck drop to one side. Maddie allowed him to put his hands on her. He grabbed at the mounds high in her blouse while biting hard on the tenderest part of her neck.
“Please, please don’t do this to me again. Don’t rape me.” She mildly pleaded.
“How can it be rape if you enjoy it every time. You are an obvious slut Maddie, begging to be made an example of.” His hands began to roam her body. Up and down the front of her body, his right hand pressed on her uniform and rubbed the materials of her clothes against her tensed muscles. His hand moved behind her back. The priest could feel his member growing erect from hearing her shortness of breath as he reached under the back of her skirt. Her tight ass cheek flexed when his hand fell on her naked flesh.
“No time to put your panties back on?” He whispered, breathing hotly into her ear. He grabbed her head by the hair and dragged her over to her desk. The priest pushed her body over the chair in front of her.
“Oh.” Maddie cried out when he shoved her hard against the wood.
“Do you seek forgiveness for your sins?” The priest asked forcing her against the chair until she could feel the hard, wooden back in her rib cage.
“You already humiliated me today.” She managed to say. “You punished me.” Maddie squeaked out in pain.
“You are in no position to bargain. Now, answer the question and you will be shown mercy.”
“Fuck you!.” Maddie exploded. The priest had prepared for her defiant nature. He loved it and was part of the reason he chose to torment her. He lifted her skirt, but Maddie struggled hard. The priest managed to hold her fast and caressed her bare ass with his free hand. He raised his arm high above his head and firmly planted his hand on her right exposed cheek.
“Aahhhhhowwww” Maddie screamed. He raised his arm again to spank the vulnerable girl.
“Fuuuuuuckkkk……” Maddie yelled out. The priest continued to rail her, leaving red imprints all over her skin.
“Mind your language….bitch.” He said delighting in her pain. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a surprise for his young slave. He shoved the clothes pins in Maddies face, reaching over body.
“You see these? Where do you think these should go? Hmmm?” The priest grabbed Maddie up by her blouse until she was standing straight up again. He wildly grabbed at her white shirt, practically tearing the buttons from her clothes. He could feel her lungs taking in the cold air of the unheated room. His hand ceased from tearing open her blouse long enough to feel her breasts that were aching to be released from her bra. Her tits were practically falling over the tight restrainment. He released her, and her breasts bounced out of their chamber. Apart from wondering why she had been able to put her bra on and not her panties when coming back to her room, the priest was entranced by her perfect chest. He ran his hands for what felt like minutes over and over her. First slowly from underneath her breasts, over her nipples and then grabbing and pressing her back to his chest, he fondled her shamelessly. Maddie let a moan escape her mouth. It felt so good.
“You were made for sin Maddie, and I wont have you torture me any longer.”
“What are you going to do?” Maddie anxiously said.
“Pick them up.” The priest said. He had dropped the clothes pins on the floor. She bent over, the clef of her round, perfect ass pressing into his crotch as she reached for what he had shoved into her face.
“Hand them to me.” He said. She obeyed. He pinched open the clothes pin and put one on each of her tender nipples. He playfully flicked the pins, knowing it would slightly sting her breasts. He watched her bite her lip in both pain and pleasure as he gently tugged the clothes pins. He slapped her and gently beat her tits for a moment. Maddie felt a burning between her thighs. Her tight, budding lips moistened at the torture.
He pushed over the chair again and spanked her as before. She screamed as he continued to bring a flailing arm down on her Heine.
“IS THIS WHAT YOU LIKE YOU SICK FUCK!” She yelled out in frustration. “YOU SADIST….YOU EVIL MOTHERFUCKER….!” Maddie cried, tears now streaming from her face from pain and slight humiliation. Yet, her pussy was starting to soak with desire for what was growing again in his pants.
“FINE IF THIS IS WHAT YOU WANT…….I know you want me to beg you to stop…BUT I FUCKING WONT……Fine you FUCK!….Oh God….spank me! Spank me father! I’m such a bad slut! Fucking spank me…punish me for my sins!” Maddie’s blasphemy only intensified her punishment. The priest continued only to have a bigger reason to torture her later.
“Owwwwchhhh…fuck you………please spank me…oh fuck……..mmmmm….spank me father….I’m such a bad girl……you like that?! Huh? Is that what you want!”
The priest stopped his berating. Young Maddie collapsed over the chair in exhaustion while the priest caught his breath. Relieved, she thought for sure it was over. The priest grabbed her face pulling her up from the chair. He stared into her eyes before saying, “You want more? Many of the girls at this school are truly sweet, innocent girls. You like punishment? That’s fine Maddie. You like being treated this way? Then you will be.” He forcefully grabbed Maddie by the arm and dragged her out of her room. Her large, full breasts bouncing back and forth as he pushed her down the hall. She had developed beautifully in the last two years and was approaching her nineteenth birthday.
“Where are we going?” She defiantly asked. She looked ridiculous trying to walk on her toes as to avoid stepping on anything sharp when he started to take her down the stairs. She prayed the students would not come bustling through the halls as it was almost time for the girls to come back to the dorms.
“Please don’t let them see me this way.” She begged worried he might just doing something crazy like put her on the stage in the cafeteria with her shirt open.
“Nervous? Weren’t you just yelling profanities at me Maddie? All of a sudden you want forgiveness. Interesting.” The priest said mocking her. Finally the reached the staff’s quarters.
“No. Not your room father. Please….please don’t….SOMEONE HELP! HEEEELLLLPPP!” She started to scream. He slammed her against his door, covering her mouth with one hand as he unlocked his room. He pushed her onto the floor once the door was open, not caring whether or not it hurt her and slammed the door. It was a large spacious room. He dragged her to his alter and opened a drawer. He had grabbed some of the decorative gold rope that hung in the chapel. Wrapping the rope around her throat, the priest created a unholy leash for his victim.
“Do that again and no one will ever find you.” He said in a terrifying way. She didn’t know whether to believe him or not. He tugged at her leash and she stood obediently. Fearfully she succumbed to his nudge and walked to the bed. He tied her wrists behind her back after removing her blouse and sliding the bra from her body. He pulled the clothes pin off of her left breast.
“Aahhhh.” She yelled out in pain. He teased her, taking the second pin off of her gently. Her body relaxed, until she looked down at the her white lacy bra and blouse. His mouth was suddenly on hers. He plunged his tongue into her wanting mouth. Maddie let him probe her. The priest moved to her chest, kissing and suckling on her perfect tits. He kissed the contours of her stomach and lines of her abs. He ran his tongue from the base of her torso up to her ear lob.
“Mmmmmm……” She muttered. The priest suddenly yanked the rope from her neck and pushed her hard to her knees.
“Ooaf….that hurt…..mmmm” Maddie said pouting. She looked up to see that she was face to face with the bulge in his pants. He pressed her head against his trousers. Her lips rubbing through the material, brushing and tickling his cock. He unbelted. He held her head. Maddie undid his zipper using her teeth. She suddenly had a strange desire to please him and act her part of slave. He produced his thick, long dick out from underneath the black priest garb. He placed the head of his cock on her luscious, pair of lips. Slowly opening her mouth, she allowed him to nudge his dick into her mouth.
“Ohhhh….yesssss….” Maddie heard him whisper.
“Mmmmm.” She moaned as she started to suck him gently. Her tongue ran up and down his shaft like a porn star’s would. She vigorously gulped at his length. They both watched as his member moved in an out of her mouth. Her pussy was dripping wet. God, she loved giving oral.
“That’s it, suck that cock….all the way to the back of your throat you devilish, little bitch……” He said. Maddie looked like the perfect slut, bare chested, a grin across her face as she feverishly sucked his dick.
“Look up at me Maddie”. The priest said. Maddie’s green eyes were moist from taking down his big dick. She almost choked.
“All the way…..all the way Maddie.” The priest said forcing her head down on his groin.
She violently pushed back on his hand to escape his grasp. Maddie gasped for air, choking and trying to recover before he plunged her back to her punishment.
“Come on suck it Maddie….don’t act like you don’t know how to go all…the ….way….ahhhh that’s it…that’s it…..good girl…..God forgives you…..open up that throat…”
“Fuck you.” She tried to say, but her voice was muffled as her mouth slid up and down his dick. Faster and faster, as she was forced to orally fuck him. She was ready for more. Her tight barley used clit tingled when she dared to think about him pushing his cock inside of her.

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Harriet Brimmerton seduces Rachel

HARRIET BRIMMERTON SEDUCES RACHEL
Mrs. Brimmerton had aged well. She was now 65, straight and dignified, with distinguished gray hair, almost if not quite blue. Her body had sagged, but she kept it in pretty good shape. Her breasts had sagged appropriately, but she had ignored the siren call of cosmetic surgery, feeling that most men thought natural was sexier. She was mostly accurate in that. Her ass was still nicely rounded and her bush, untrimmed, still thick and huge, covering her prominent mound.
She was naked now in the changing booth in her favorite clothing store. She was trying to seduce the young (32), but married, salesgirl. Rachel was kind of interested, but not really wanting to cheat on her husband. She was no saint, but she tried. Unfortunately for her resolve, Harriet pulled a picture out of her purse that showed Rachel in a compromising position with two well-known local gigolos. That compromising photo showed her in obvious ecstasy while being doubly penetrated by the two studs. She had a higher libido than her rather normal husband and occasionally felt the need to outsource her sexual satisfaction. Unfortunately, said gigolos were also frequent lovers of Mrs. Brimmerton (although she did not pay them) and had provided her with the photo, in exchange for certain, uh, favors.
When Rachel saw the photo, her reaction was three-fold. She was shocked that there were compromising photos out there. 2nd, she was turned on by the fact that the photo was out there and people she didn’t know could share her ecstasy, and 3rd, she was relieved that the excuse of her fidelity was wiped out and that she could enjoy the seduction of this fascinating elderly lady.
“So, Rachel, how did it feel to have both of those cocks in you at the same time?”
After a deep breath, Rachel replied, somewhat breathlessly “about twice as good as it felt to have them in me one at a time. They had fucked me separately beforehand, if you must know.”
“Did you feel filled up when they shot their come into you?”
“Yes, they filled me up, so that it ran down my ass cheeks and legs”.
“Did you come?”
“Yes, several times. Really, that’s what I pay those guys to do for me- make me come hard. I love my husband, but he just doesn’t make me cum hard enough or often enough.”
“I believe I also could make you cum hard, Rachel, if you would allow me to try”. With that, Mrs. Brimmerton meaningfully tucked the picture back in here purse.
“Yes, in return for the picture back?”
“Yes, it’s a deal.” With that, the naked Mrs. Brimmerton began to unbutton Rachel’s blouse. She opened the sides, so that Rachel’s lacy bra could be seen pushing up her firm breasts. Harriet cupped her bra, squeezing her breasts lightly. Rachel sighed. Harriet then reached around her to unhook her bra, pushing her breasts against Rachel’s at the same time. The lacy bra dropped, leaving their naked breasts pressed together. Both breathed a little faster than usual. Harriet then backed off a bit, took both of Rachel’s nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and pinched them somewhat hard. Then she gave them a serious twist.
Rachel gasped! “Jesus that hurts”.
“But does it feel good, too?”
“Yes. I must say, most of my lovers are too gentle. You are an improvement already. And I didn’t even know that about myself.”
“What is the most shocking thing you have ever fantasized about?”
The recently twisted nipples were now very hard and red. “Ooooooo! That’s a very good question. I’ll have to think about that: Probably being raped.”
“Every woman fantasizes about being raped. You’ll have to do better than that.” With that she twisted Rachel’s nipples again and this time held them in the twisted position and pinched harder than before.
Rachel’s eyes watered and she moaned, “Oh God!”
“Being triple penetrated by total strangers then having very large objects forced into my vagina until I come.”
“That’s pretty good. I could make that happen for you. Have you ever been spanked or whipped to orgasm?”
“No, but I’d like to try. I’ve had some boyfriends spank me, but they always stopped when they got hard and wanted to get off.”
“When I spank you, I won’t stop until you get off. Then you’ll still have to get me off, which I bet you can do.”
“I’ve never made it with a woman, but I think I’m ready now”.
“Good! You should get out of the rest of those clothes now.”
Rachel quickly removed her skirt and lacy panties, when Harriet asked, “By the way, what happens if another customer comes in?” A look of shock came over Rachel’s face. “There are only two naked women in here.”
“I need to lock up. I’ll put on my clothes back on first”
“No! I want you to walk out there naked and lock up.”
“People might see me from the street.”
“They sure might. So much the more to please me, and to excite you for that matter.”
Rachel gave her a long questioning look, then smiled and ran out of the dressing room and toward the door. She ran pretty fast, her boobs bouncing. Only two passersby saw her, an elderly lady who barely glimpsed her, and frowned, and a young dude who smiled and definitely appreciated her, cupping his package. She quickly turned the lock and pulled down the closed sign, then ran back to Harriet.
Harriet had removed 2 nipple clamps from her purse, which she quickly clamped on Rachel’s nipples, resulting in yelps and moans. “Get down on your hands and knees!” she ordered. Rachel did. Harriet moved behind her, inserted two fingers into her vagina to check for moisture. She was quite wet, it seemed. Harriet smiled at having chosen the perfect victim- a closet masochist. Harriet pulled a long vibrator from her purse and jammed about 4” of it into Rachel’s cunt. Rachel gasped and said “God, that’s good”.
Harriet then began to push it in and out and wiggle it up and down, opening up the inside of Rachel’s vagina. She turned the vibrator up to high and jammed it in all the way, causing Rachel to cry out, saying “You’re fucking me- fucking me hard”.
Harriet had pushed about 10” of the vibrator in, jiggling it violently. Rachel wailed out her satisfaction at getting fucked this hard.”Oh my God! Oh my God!. It hurts, Harriet, and it feels good. Oh fuck me! Make me come!”
Harriet began to move the vibrator in and out in long slow strokes, and reached her other hand under Rachel’s belly to stroke her now puffy pussy lips, then her clit. Rachel began to breathe harder. “Oh, God, Harriet”, she cried. Sensing Rachel’s approaching orgasm; Harriet pulled out the vibrator, and took her hand out of Rachel’s pussy.
“Oh, please, let me come!”
“Not yet, Rachel. I need to let you build up to a bigger climax than you are ready for yet. Besides, I haven’t been satisfied in my playing with you yet, and my satisfaction here is key. Now, stand up!”
Rachel stood up, as Harriet pulled out a set of handcuffs and quickly snapped them on Rachel’s wrists. She then pulled Rachel’s wrists up over a hook in the wall over her head and quickly handcuffed her ankles to shelf supports that the stock room seemed to be full of. Rachel’s legs were spread at a very wide angle. Harriet patted her pussy several times softly. “Do you likethat?”
“Yes”
“Do you want me to do it harder?”
“Yes”
So she did, then harder still. “If I kept doing this, do you think you might come?”
“Yes”
“I think so, too. But my hand would get tired, so I need some help”.
With that she pulled a cat-o-nine tails out of her bag, and began to swing it in front of Rachel. “Do you think this might help you come, baby?”
“Oh my god, I don’t know. Please don’t hurt me!”
“Of course I’ll hurt you, dear. That’s the whole idea”
With that she swung the cat catching Rachel’s tits and jiggling the nipple clamps, making them move the nipples they held tightly. Rachel groaned, as Harriet hit her breasts again and again. Between jostling the nipple clamps and the cat tails smacking into her tender breast flesh, Rachel began to cry out in pain. At the same time, her climax began to build through the pain. It excited her more and more.
On about one out of every five strikes, Harriet would move the target of her strikes from Rachel’s breasts to her pussy. The cat tails would dig into the flesh of her pussy lips, as they had dug into her breast flesh. Her breasts had turned into a deep red with the repeated strikes, as her pussy lips turned a bright pink. Rachel’s moans and pleadings increased as her pain and her pleasure increased. Harriet then ceased the beating and ever so slowly pulled on the clip attached to her left nipple. Rachel cried out, “OOOWWWW! That hurts sooooo much! I’m so close to coming. OOOHHHH, make me cum, Harriet.”
Suddenly, the clip popped off and her left breast bounced with the removed pressure, blood rapidly refilling the vessels in the nipple, which caused excruciating pain. Rachel cried out and began to come.
A huge orgasm wracked her whole body. It shook all over with orgasmic convulsions. Harriet quickly pulled off the other clamp, then inserted the vibrator back into her pulsating cunt, which sent her orgasm into new heights. She cried out in ecstasy. “Fuck me harder, Ohh God, fuck me more!” Harriet began pumping the vibrator in and out harder and faster. Rachel tried to hunch down on it to drive it deeper into her cunt, but the handcuffs held her up. “OOOOOOOHHHHHH, Gooooood!
Harriet pulled the vibrator out of Rachel, and rammed into her own cunt. With her other hand she began to strum her grape sized clit. She came as strongly as Rachel had. Rachel’s orgasm began again as she watched Harriet come. Harriet’s knees buckled, but she caught herself from falling, as she called out, “Oh, Rachel, you cunt, you made me come. You are such a fox.”
Both of their orgasms settled down, Rachel hanging limply by her handcuffs.
After Harriet let Rachel down and they dressed to head for Harriet’s mansion, they both knew that this would not be the end of their sexual adventures.

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Making sure she is mine

A young girl goes away on an exciting weekend with a man she recently started dating. What she doesn’t know is that this weekend will end in him breeding her repeatedly.

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Debt and its high price part 6: Kali’s taste of Kalona

Kali heard his top fall, his zipper, and then his jeans and boxers fall to the ground. Somehow it stirred a primal instinct in her body. She felt her body longing to have him inside her, suprise, as she still hurt from the whipping she just received. That is untill he walked over in front of her.
Wanting her fear Kalona walked over in front of her, pulling her head up by her hair, making sure she saw the monster between his legs. He smiled in satisfaction as her eyes widened and a small terrified sound escaped her lips. He released her hair and let her hide her face as best she could in the position she was in.
To her it seemed like an eternity between him releasing her hair and feeling the head of his massive cock against her battered and beaten pussy. To him it seemed all too soon. Even though he waited patiently till she was 18 before he even had his men follow and stalk her for the pictures he got, he didn’t give a damn about her well being. Using her father’s semen, he burried himself in her.
With his massive intrution of her body she screamed. She felt the tears start to flow down her cheeks. She wished it wasn’t real. But what she didn’t realize was he only had the first 11 inches in her.
He listened to her screams and sobs as if they were music, to him they were. At first he stayed still, with only what her body naturally allowed in her. He waited for her sobs to stop before pulling back slowly. As soon as he started to mover her body began to buck.
Usually he would check the restraints before giving a new slave her first experience with his legendary member. But in this case, Jerry had restrained her. Jerry never messed up the restraints, not after that bitch Carla.
She couldn’t stay still no matter how hard she tried, even though she could hear him chuckling and knew it was only entertaining him. The pain from his size was just too much. Her cervix couldn’t take the pain from the intrution. It throbbed painfully, rather steadily.
He pulled back so the tip was the only thing still inside her. He waited for her body to calm down a bit before using enough force to send his full 14 inches into her. This time she didn’t scream, didn’t cry, didn’t wail, didn’t buck, cause the pain was equivalent to someone shoving a knife into your kidney and twisting it, its too much pain to do anything.
He leaned over her body carefully, making sure the full 14 inches was still in her, and pulled her hair so his lips were right next to her ear.
“In a month or two your body will get used to my size,” he chuckled, knowing it would probably be 4 or 5 months. “But for now, prepare yourself for pain.”
He straightened up really fast letting his dick push harder against her cervix. He started to steadily thrust into her. Feeling every millimeter of her love tunnel grip him. Grabbing her hips to hold her just right as he batered, bruised, and abused her sweet young form.
It took all he had to wait for her to lose consiousness before he let his cum fill her body. Even after two weeks of not letting himself orgasm, it was more semen than he though possible to be held in one man, even of his size. It took about ten minuets before the flow slowed and eventually stopped. By the time he pulled himself out of her limp body, there was nice puddle on the floor and streams of cum racing down her legs.
After pulling out of Kali, Kalona pulled his watch out of his jeans. Judging the time, they had only done an hours worth of time. For him, this was an embarrasment, but she was the tightest whore he had ever used. Out of the back pocket, he got his digital camera.
He took a few pictures of her in her current position, admiring her helplessness. After satisfying himself with her in this position he went over to the far corner and tugged on the chain, testing its strength against his. This chain was set up for her to be able to move in a certain amount of space, similar to a dog chained up in the front yard. Only she would be confined to the corner and a twelve foot radius from it.
Confident in the strength of the bolt and chain he went back over to her. Circling her like a tiger and its helpless prey. Slowly he undid her restraints, letting her fall to the floor. Liking her new position, he took more pictures. He easily tossed her over his shoulder and carried her to the corner. He locked her collar to the chain and admired her shortly before noticing his need to relieve his bladder.
Soon she awoke to what she first thought was warm water, and soon found to be Kalona’s golden stream . . .
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Downstairs Jerry was looking over the vast selection of slaves Kalona keeps in the cells on the second to bottom floor of the dungeon. Currently he was looking at the young red heads, they were always a turn on for him.
On his second time past the red heads he spotted one that looked to be no older than 14. He walked past them a little bit, wanting to know what they talked about, you’d be supprised to know what a slave would say when they think they are alone.
“Ella, m…mm….myy nnammee iiissss Ella.” A small, weak, scared, voice said.
“…..new girl has a pretty name……”
“…..they gonna strip that from you first……”
“…then your clothes…”
He pretended to look at the blondes in a higher cage as he listened to them.
“…I never seen dat guy here before…..”
“..he seems..to be…important…”
“…been past us twice….”
A couple of the others chimed in.
Slowly he walked back over to their cage and looked in.
“Who is Ella?”
He didn’t expect a verbal answer, and he didn’t get one, all of the others moved away from the one he spotted earlier.
He didn’t realize Kalona had come down till he reached around Jerry and undid the lock on the cage.
“You’ve always liked them young Jerry, you’ve always liked them young.”

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Cupids curse. The first 4 chapters

In roman mythology, cupid whismically shoots arrows with a mysterious power to freely control the hearts of men and women at will…When he shoots a gold tip arrow any person will fall in love. When he fires a lead tipped arrow anyone will awaken from love. In modern times, WHAT IF CUPID HAD SOMETHING MORE MISCHEVOS IN MIND….

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Patient 92 part 4

Most mornings she woke were uneventful. This time she was not so lucky.
A week after the dinner, her doctor had proudly announced to the patients during lunch that their branch had been favored. The company was awarding them with a hefty sum of money to make further advancements and discoveries. Two things popped into her mind when she heard this. One was surprise that there were other branches of the company. The second was nervous curiosity as to what these advancements would be.
Now three weeks after that award, with nothing changed, she dismissed it from her mind. Only for it to bulldoze its way back in. She was in a new room. Her hands and feet were shackled more tightly than usual and her torso was restrained as well. Her mouth was taped shut. The room was brightly lit.
She saw her doctor and a few others in scrubs and surgical gear conversing over a clipboard ten feet away.
The room was cold and her pink nipples stood erect and rock hard. As she looked around her eyes found what she had dreaded. A small metal table next to her containing lots of sharp, unfriendly looking surgical instruments.
She screamed. The doctors, now aware she was awake surrounded her. Apparently one was in training. “A drug was injected into another patient, 86, I believe. Its main effects are aggresive behavior including violence, and an increased sex drive,” said her doctor. “How increased?” Asked the trainee. “It increases about 10 fold, and in our case he raped patient 92. He tried to control himself but was unable. We’ll be injecting a similar but much more mild drug into her after the surgery.” Surgery. Her stomach was in knots.
After applying antiseptic and heavy pain killers, a doctor picked up a surgical knife. He cut into her abdomen.
She released a scream through the tape. Of course, she couldn’t feel much, but the violation of the knife was too much. Her doctor picked up a little blue pouch. He affixed it somehow in her, pushing it low right above the pubic bone. They sewed her back up and knocked her out with some sedatives.
When she woke she was still on the table. Only now it was just three doctors; hers, the trainee, and another. She could see a small rise above her crotch where the packet was, and the stitches were still there. She was now hooked up to an IV. “We wont activate the packet untill her stitches are gone. And now that I think about it we better not give her the drug till then too,” said her doctor.
For a long time, she spent her days sleeping on that table, healing, unallowed to move much. She was fed well and bathed, but she was kept on the table at all times. Finally the time came that they could remove the stitches. Then her doctor took a very long, big needle. “This will allow the packet to begin disolving. The chemical will be dispersed steadily, and constantly. Movement will cause a short period of rapid disolving.” The trainee nodded as he plunged the needle into the bump above her crotch. Next he picked up a smaller syringe. “This is the milder form of the drug we gave 86.” He injected her. They undid her shackles and took her to her room. “You have no idea what’s coming,” her doctor said with an evil grin, “oh, and, everything should be in effect by lunch.” A strange tingling sensation was spreading into her around the packet, and it reminded her of the other chemicals they had used.
Then the drug began to take effect. Her opening dripped. She felt wild, violent, her skin felt hot as fire. She was rubbing her own breast before long, and her right hand trailed slowly down to her clit as she knelt on the floor. She sat on her hand, shoving her finger inside herself. She rocked and writhed and whimpered as she fingered herself and squeezed her breast. Suddenly, she hit an intense climax, and her juices soaked th floor. She moaned loudly.
“Having a good time I see.”
It was her doctor. He had been watching. She had lost track of time and he was here to take her to the cafeteria. She glared at him. She wanted to hurt him. Her skin began to burn. She stood up and began walking towards him.
He knew what to expect, and before she could plant her fist he had her shackled and bent over. “So you wanna play rough? I’ll show you rough.” He pulled out his cock and rubbe it around in her juices untill it was hard. Then he started teasing her opening with it, and she was soaked. A distinct sensation was really becomming apparent in her abdomen. He began to fuck her roughly. Without consideration for her comfort, he pounded into her. She came all over him. As he pounded into her she came again and again. “GET the FUCK OFF ME,” she shouted. It was the first time she had spoken since her arrival. He chuckled and kept ramming into her. She kept shouting and cursing at him as he led her through orgasms one after another. He finally came, and took the liberty of shoving his last stroke into her ass. He unloaded in there, and pulled away from her as he unshackled her. She glared at him and tried to swing a punch but he caught her fist. He dragged her struggling frame to the cafeteria and pushed her in, quickly closing the door before she could get out.
Usually she protected herself by laying low. But with this drug coursing through her veins, it was useless. She now felt a shattering burst of pleasure in her clit and abdomen with every movement.
She saw patient 86, who returned her glare. “What the fuck are you looking at!?” She shouted. Heads turned. 86 said nothing. She walked fiercely over to him and pushed him. His reaction was to full force shove her to the ground. This pissed her off. She bounced back up and lunged for him. He caught her and easily restrained her weak body, bending her over a bench. His body cupped around hers and she screamed and shouted as she felt his cock slip into her. He gave her a good hard fuck, and his come blasted into her as she came, still struggling and protesting, despite the fireworks erupting inside of her.  He dismounted and walked away. She shouted after him and was about to follow when she spotted patient 27 with his laid back smile and for some reason this pissed her off. She went for him and he had her on the floor in no time. Patient 12, recognizing her and curious about the noise had wandered over. He had an idea. He told 27 to sit on her chest and make her suck him while he fucked her. 27 agreed and shoved his cock into her mouth. She choked and felt her tongue feel around it hungrily as if it had a mind of its own. She traced the veins standing out on it with her tongue and sucked, before she realized what she was doing, and began to fight back. Patient 12 crouched on the ground and began ramming into her. He dove in and out as her come exploded out of her. She coarsely growled as she fought the sensation. Whatever was going on in her abdomen now was driving her crazy. She came all over 12s cock and before she realized what she was doing she was humping him back. He seemed to like this and was making satisfied sounds as he rammed into her. 27 emptied his load with a quiet moan into her mouth. She swallowed, unable to do much else. He got off her and 12 was now free to lay down on top of her. He bit her nipples and sucked on them as she fought back and came all over him against her will. The movement of her struggles only stimulated him more and he reached an incredible climax and soaked her with his seed.
She lay panting on the floor. As good as everything had felt, her body had taken quite a bit of abuse, and she was sore and ached. 
She stumbled over to a corner where she remained for the rest of lunch, shooting hateful stares at everyone that passed her.
When lunch ended, it was not her doctor who came to collect her, but another. He led her back to her room and shackled her and left. About twenty minutes later, her doctor showed up. “I heard you caused quite a bit of trouble at lunch,” he said, smiling. “Well, actually I watched. Saw everything on the camera. We can’t have that kind of behavior here, and I’d let you off with a warning, but something tells me that wouldn’t do any good. I’m afraid you’ll have to be punished.” With that, he left and returned with a large cart big enough to hold a human, equipped with shackles. He moved her with some struggle to it, and wheeled her out of the room and down the hall.
They reached a new room now, and in it, he pushed her cart against a wall and shackled it to some bars to prevent it from moving. The room was dimly lit.
Without warning, he smacked her full force across her face. The jolt made whatever chemical was in the packet disolve a little more, and pleasure erupted in her abdomen again. He hit her again, and again and again. He then reached off to the side and pressed a button on what appeared to be some sort of control panel. The whirling sound of machinery started up, and a black metal arm like the one he’d used on her when she first arrived came down from the darkness of the ceiling. On the end of it was a seven inch, thick dildo covered in little bumps. It started pounding into her. She yelped and almost instantly she came, her juices pouring out onto the cold metal table she lay on.
While this was happening, her doctor took a leather strap and whipped her left tit once, and she screamed in pain. It left a dark red streak. He whipped her again, a little harder this time. She screamed again, an tears streamed down her face.
He slapped her again, full force. A little blood tricked out of her nose.
The machine continued to ram into her. The table had a considerable pool of her fluids now.
He leaned over and planted a deep kiss on her mouth, and she whimpered. He grabbed her tits and squeezed hard, and she grit her teeth in pain.
He pressed a couple of buttons and the machine pulled away. He then unshackled her and flipped her over and re-cuffed her. She tried to fight, but she was weak.
He pressed a few buttons and the machine returned. A little pipe emerged from above the dildo and squirted a considerable amount of.lube onto her ass. Her doctor reached over and rubbed it, dipping his fingers in a bit, making sure she was well greased. He pressed a button and the machine began to fuck her as she screamed. She was in pain, but at the same time, having her abdomen (and thus the packet) press against the table made her come with the intensity of the sensation.
It kept fucking her ass and for a while all she felt from that was pain. But after a little bit she began to notice it was feeling kind of good. Before she could enjoy it much, though, he pressed a few buttons and it retreated.
He unshackled her, smacked her already sore ass once and carried her in his arms to her room. She was a mess. She was covered in her own come, and a little blood was smudged on here face where he had hit her. He laid her gently down on her table and more gently he shackled her. She made no resistance.
He sat at his desk and typed for about five minutes, and scribbled some things down on his clipboard. When he finished he unshackled her and carried her to the showers.
She lay panting. The drug had worn off and all she felt was the pleasure that the chemical stimulated. Besides that she was tired and disheartened. He turned on the warm water and brought over the long hose. He grabbed some soap and lathered her up, gently washing away the fluids. He used a wet washcloth to clean her face. She became drowsy, and his gentle washing was peaceful. In her current state, it wasn’t long before she was asleep. The idea of titty fucking her soaped up breasts crossed his mind, but he dismissed it. He dried her off and carried her sleeping body to her table, and shackled her, and left.
The next morning she woke very achey and sore. She was fed breakfast, and then her doctor came to give her news.
“We see fit that you should be allowed free-range of this floor. You are to stay on this floor only. We have cameras and someone is always watching. Should you leave this floor, you will be caught, restrained, and returned to your room. All potential weapons are locked up, so don’t even bother trying.” He smiled and turned to leave, but remembered something. “One more thing,” he added, “you are welcome in any room, any patients room you like. With the exception of new patients, whose doors require a key anyway, and are locked. There is one other girl on this floor, I believe. Why don’t you go find her?” With that he left. She sat there for a second, considering. There was one other girl. Was she like her? Was she as desperate for freedom? She wouldn’t be a new patient if she was allowed visitors, so maybe she was like 27 or something, and happy in her surroundings. She turned things over in her mind a bit more and decided to go find her. She walked down the halls, and when she passed a patients room she saw a lable by the door that told the number, gender, and age of the patient, including assorted information like blood type or medical conditions, etc. She walked a long time, taking random turns, and passed four males before she found a door with a lable next to it that said “PATIENT 34; FEMALE; AGE: 22”.
She looked at the lable for a while, and finally, seeing no reason not to, she opted to go in.
She stepped in a room almost identical to hers, except there were a few bins filled with what she assumed to be 34s belongings and the room was well lit. A young woman turned to see her. She was slender, with small but nicely shaped breasts, and had long dark hair and brown eyes. She grinned when she saw 92. “Well hey there. They told me about you. Actually I see you in the lunch room a lot. You’re the quiet one aren’t you?” 92, as if to answer the question, didn’t respond. 34 chuckled and walked over to her and took her by the arm. “Well come in, I was just messing around with some puzzles. They give you those to guage your intelligence and skills you know. And to see how it varies depending on your current state.” She led 92 in by the arm, and she saw that what 34 was currently fiddling with was a complex puzzle box. She became interested, and glancing at 34 she sat down on the floor and began working with it. 34 sat and watched as she undid hinges and slid plates and pulled levers with ease. But her eyes didn’t watch her hands. They watched her body. 92 was oblivious as 34s eyes hungrily traced her gentle curves, milky fair skin and long silky hair. The rested on her round, firm breasts. Her pink nipples were perfectly shaped, about an inch and a half in diameter. 34 stood and walked over to the bins and picked something out of them, but 92 didn’t see, absorbed in the puzzle and feeling slightly safer in the presence of another female. She was sadly mistaken.
Before she could react, 34 had tackled her and cuffed her to the leg of the table. She flailed and screamed and writhed, and a sad realization that she was safe with no one in this building.
34 stood looking down at her, smiling, proud of her work. She kneeled by her side and stroked her hair. “Shhh,” she said like all the others, “it’s okay. It won’t last too long. Just relax.” She leaned down and began to gently suck on her nipple. 92s breasts were still very sensitive and sore from the beating they took the night before, and this increased tenderness made the sucking feel all the more intense. She flicked her tongue around the nipple, sucking and licking and she massaged the other breast. She dragged over a pair of very heavy weights and shackled 92s feet to them, spreading apart her legs. She returned to her breasts and licked and sucked and then began to kiss her way down to 92s abdomen. She saw the tiny lump above her crotch. “Ohh, I heard about these…they’re new. I wonder how it feels when I do this?” She pressed her finger directly on the tiny rise in skin. 92 groaned. The sensation began to spread faster. Rather than massage her clit, 34 rubbed and pushed on the packet, watching, totally fascinated, as the helpless girls eyes bulged and her jaw dropped. Her opening became soaked, ready for the pounding it was going to receive. She lowered her head to the other girls crotch, and began to steadily lick up her juices as she kept massaging her abdomen.
Her eyes brightened with the glow of a sudden idea and she hopped up and ran to the bins. She returned with a wireless vibrator, and turned it on and pushed it onto the little bump below 92s abdomen. She began rubbing it in circles, and 92 let out a loud cry as an orgasm rocked her body and her vaginal muscles repeatedly contracted as juices poured out of her. This was what 34 was looking for, and she licked them up. She then got up and grabbed a strap on, arranged it on herself and returned to finger 92 a little while longer before she laid herself on the panting girl and readied herself at the opening. 92 opened her eyes, and 34 smiled at her. “Think you can take me?” she asked. “It has nothing to do with the strap on. I know what to do with it.” And with that she shoved it in and began fucking. Never once did she forget to keep massaging the packet. 92 wondered if it was even safe to force it to release that much of the chemical into her body in such a short period of time.
34 began to twist her hips, making circles and shaking her ass from side to side. 92 cried out as she reached orgasm after orgasm. Finally, 34 removed the strapon and gave it a lick before tossing it to the side.
She rammed her clit up against 92s, rocking her hips from side to side, massaging them both as she moaned and rubbed 92s breasts. She ran off again and returned with a long, flexible rubber two way, and inserted one end into herself and one into 92. With it fully shoved in both of them, she began to rotate her hips, massaging the girls clit with her own at the same time. She began thrusting as well, and she carried them both to an orgasm. They came simultaneously and their juices mixed as she rubbed herself against the other girl. She grabbed the vibrator and began using it on the packet as she fucked her, moaning and crying out in pleasure. They both came again once more, and panting, she hung her head and laid down on 92. After a few minutes of holding her close to her, their tits pushed together, she got up and let 92 go. She lay there staring at the ceiling for a moment, and then jumped up and bolted. 34 stood watching with her hands on her hips and laughed.
Later that night, when her doctor led her to her table and shackled her, he chuckled and said, “I saw the trouble you got into today. I was watching on the cameras.” 92 looked up at him with a ‘don’t talk about it’ expression. He understood and was about to turn to leave, smiling, when something caught his eye. “Woah,” he said, “what did she DO to you?” The raise in her skin was gone. 34 had forced all of the packet to disolve. It was completely gone.
He burst out laughing. She stared curiously as he caught his breath. “That packet,” he explained, “wasn’t supposed to be gone for another week and a half. How are you still alive? I would think you’d have orgasmed to death.” He found this hilarious and burst out laughing again. He glanced at her and winked. “Hopefully you won’t tire of me after all that,” he said jokingly. He turned and left, and exhausted, she fell asleep.

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My next door neighbors daughter

I will probably go to hell for this, but I have had erotic thoughts about LJ, since she and her mom moved into my neighborhood. For the last three months, LJ has been finding excuses to be at my house. She has been cutting my lawn and I have let her. She has offered to do my flower bed and I have just sat and watched her ass. And each time, she has arrived wearing a pair of tight hip hugging nylon shorts and an equally snug top which has nicely revealed every contour of her 16 year old breasts and nipples.
Last week, I got a call at work from Sandy, LJ’s mom. Sandy was crying and trying to tell me something. I got her calmed down and I listened. Sandy said several of her toys were missing. Sandy said she had heard moaning from LJ’s room. Sandy stood outside her daughters door and fingered herself as her daughter came. As Sandy was still fingering herself, she did not hear the door open. When Sandy opened her eyes, she saw LJ smiling.
“Thats okay mom. I borrowed your toys because I know how much you like to get off with them. I wanted to smell you on them when I got off. Everytime I cum, I imagine you between my legs. And Mom, I really cum hard. Would you show me what it’s like to make love to a woman?”
Sandy told LJ that what she wanted was considered incest. But perhaps Helen could help.
“Sandy, tell me that you did not say that I would help?” I said as a warm feeling swept through my body.
“I did. Besides, LJ says you have the hots for her. She said you love her thin nothing swimsuit which she wears when she is doing things at your house. Helen, I can’t do what she wants but you can. I trust you and if you want, I will be there in case you or LJ needs any help.”
“Sandy, let me get this straight. You want me to make love to your 16 year old daughter while you watch?”
“Yes, that is exactly what I want. And so does LJ. I know you want to. ”
Now I was the one with the flush over my body. My nipples were erect and I could feel juice leaking out of my panties. And it was not pee.
“Helen, how about coming over for dinner tonight?” she said. “I’ll open a bottle of wine to break the ice or is called heating up the cunts?
When I hung up the phone, I could not believe my conversation which had just occured. Was this a dream, I thought? As I was pondering what was going to be, my boss threw down a pile of papers and said she needed them done before I left for the evening. I took one look at the papers and my boss. How could she be so mean? It was Friday and I had three hours to go. The last thing I wanted was to do something for her. But she did have a shit eating grin on her face. Recently I have wondered if she is monitoring my phone calls. Perhaps she is. So she would know what I had planned for me. I cursed my boss as I did the paperwork. I did not curse too loudly, though. Before I started her mean request, I went to the ladies room and inserted my wireless vibrator deep inside me. At least I would be happy as I completed my bosses job.
I did get the job done sooner than I thought I would. As I drove home, I thought about what Sandy had volunteered me for. How could she know I was a Lesbian? Had she heard from someone I had a taste for women. As I was wondering who spilled the beans, I pulled up to my house. Sitting on the steps was Sandy. Great, I thought. LJ has changed her mind about having me make love to her, and all I have to look forward to is a quiet weekend.
“Sandy, is there some problem?”
“We need to talk, Helen.”
I could feel the doom looming.
Unlocking the door, I waited for Sandy to follow me inside my house.
“Helen, I want you to make love to me, while LJ watches.”
I stared at her in disbelief.
“I think it would be better for LJ to see what you are going to do to her by doing it to me, first.”
I sat down. I said, “I thought I was only going to be making love to one woman. Now you want me to make love to you first so your daughter will know what will happen to her?”
“I want you to do everything to me that you will then do to LJ. I don’t want you to hold back. I have had thoughts about being tied up and made love to. I don’t know if you are into bondage. I kinda hope you are.”
“I will be over in about twenty minutes,” I said. I really need to take a shower.”
“Why don’t you just come over now, and all three of us can step into the shower. I have one of those high capcacity shower units. I could park a car in it. But it does have water jets on the floor and along the wall in all the right places, if you know what I mean. Don’t you think, showering together will relax all of us? Sandy asked.
“Relaxing is not what this shower will do for me Sandy.”
“Thats okay, you can always relax after we are done with you,” Sandy said with a visible smirk.
I threw a couple of things into a bag and followed Sandy to her home. As she opened the door, we were both greeted by the sounds of a woman moaning. Sandy turned to me as her face blushed. She put her fingers to her mouth to tell me not to say a word. Quietly, Sandy pushed the door closed. We followed the sounds and came to a glass enclosed back room. LJ was sitting with her legs spread. Her two sizes too small tube top accented her young breasts and hard nipples. LJ had her eyes closed as Sandy and I moved quietly as mice and stood facing LJ.
LJ was wearing tight white nylon shorts which had been pulled to the side so she could stuff her fingers into herself. LJ came again but this time louder. I could see goose bumps form on her neck as yet another orgasm swept over her young body. Sandy reached over and pinched my erect nipple. She gave it a little twist and I bite my lip. My knees were weak and juices were flowing out of me and down my leg. I returned the favor and slipped my hand into Sandy’s blouse to her firm breast. Her nipples were larger than mine. I took her nipple between my two finger nails and pinched. Sandy moaned almost as loudly as LJ.
LJ opened her eyes.
“I was wondering when you two guys were coming back here. Sorry but I couldn’t wait any longer.”
It did not take a rocket scientist to notice that LJ still had her fingers inside of herself as she talked to us. LJ’s face contorted and her body froze. Sandy and I stared as think white juice poured forth from LJ’s cunt.
“That was very nice, LJ” Sandy said.
“Thanks mom.”
“Helen, I can’t wait for you to make love to me. Mom and I disccused it and agreed you should first do mom so I can see what you are going to do to me. Did mom tell you she has this fanatasy about being tied down by a beautiful woman, such as yourself, and made to beg to cum? Well, I have a smilar fantasy but I want to be tied and made to have more orgasms than I have ever had in my life. I want to be made to cum until there is not a breath left in my body.”
As LJ was telling me her fantasy, she was smiling at me. As she came, she cupped her hand and caught her love juice.
“Tell me if I taste sweet, Helen?
I eagerly licked up her cum. Feeling weak in the knees, I said, “You are very sweet.”
“LJ, we discussed this behavior, didn’t we?” Sandy said. “Do you remember what I told you and more specically what I would do if you did what you are doing now, young lady?”
“Yes, mom. I thought it would be cool to have another woman other than you taste my cum. But I agreed and I am ready for my punishment. Where do you want to do me?”
This whole scene was getting stranger but I was not leaving. I watched as LJ pulled her panties off and stood up from the couch. Sandy sat down and LJ lay over Sandy’s legs. LJ’s young hard ass was fully exposed. Sandy glanced at me and smiled. Then she raised her hand and came down hard on LJ’s fleshy ass. LJ yelped. Sandy slapped her daughters ass again. And LJ whimpered again. As Sandy continued to hit the reddened ass of her daughter, LJ’s yelping changed to moans. LJ was getting turned on and so was I.
“How rude of me,” Sandy said as she stopped the spanking. “Helen, would you like to give punishment to LJ?
I think I said yes because Sandy whispered to LJ to get off of Sandy’s lap. I sat on the couch and LJ lay across my lap. Instantly I felt wetness on LJ’s crotch against my legs. I raised my hand and gave a little spanking.
“No, Helen. I want you to do it hard. LJ has to learn her lesson. And the best way is to make her suffer. I want to see her ass bright red. Now, strike her ass and do it like you mean it. I’ll just sit over here and rub my nipples, if you don’t mind.”
I looked at Sandy in disbelief as she opened her blouse and began to rub her breasts and nipples. I raised my hand and came down hard on the cherry red ass. LJ moaned and began to grind her mound against my legs. I felt myself blush as I oozed pussy juice into my panties. I was turned on almost as much as LJ and Sandy. And I felt a simply delicous feeling growing in my groin. I began to swat her fanny harder as I gushed something sweet.
“Mom, Look. Helen is getting off on spanking me.”
I froze in mid spank.
“Helen, don’t stop spanking her. She has to learn a lesson. But before you begin again, tell me if she is wet.”
“I feel her wetness on my legs,” I said.
“Helen, reach between her legs and push your fingers into her. Is she soaked?”
I felt my face get hot as I reached between LJ’s legs. Yes, she was not just wet. She was soaked.
“She is quite wet, Sandy.”
“Good, she deserves to be soaked. But make sure she does not cum. She does not deserve to cum. She is a devil daughter. She will not cum until I tell her she can cum. If she cums, I will be quite upset. You will make sure she does not cum?” Sandy said with a straight face.
I must have looked like a deer frozen by the headlights of a car. None of this was making any sense.
“LJ likes to cum too much. So when we are around friends, she must ask for permission to cum. If she cums without permission, she will be tied to my four poster bed and punished. And she knows that.”
“Now please continue to spank her. But I want to hear her cry out when you apply your hand to her cheeks. And remember, she is not to cum.”
Thinking to myself, I wondered if I was set up. But why. I thought I was supposed to be showing my next door neighbors daughter how to be made love to. Suddenly, I really got into the spanking. I was smacking the firm red cheeks of a 16 year old who was laying over my lap. And I was getting turned on as well. There was the all too familar feeling between my legs as I felt my love juice moisten my panties. The harder, I spanked, the more LJ moaned and screamed. I had one hand pushing on her lower back, so her body was centered on my mound. And as she moved around, she rubbed against me. The more she moved, the more I spanked. And the closer I came to cumming.
My eyes were closed as I spanked. I did not see that Sandy had risen from her chair and moved behind me. I felt a light kiss on my neck. I shivered. My eyes were still closed. Then a fingernail scratched the back of my neck, and I moaned. As I tilted my head back, Sandy’s lips touched mine, our tongues met. She reached down, found my hard nipples and pinched them, hard.
LJ moaned and came. I moaned louder and came with a gush which soaked through my panties and onto the couch. Sandy continued to pinch my nipples and suck my tongue. It felt like one continuous orgasm was washing over my body. As my orgasm died away, Sandy pulled away from me. Then quite out of the blue, she slapped my face.
“I told you to make sure that LJ did not cum. You promised. Now you must be punished! Look how much she came. She soaked my new couch. I told you not to let her cum.”
“What do you mean by punished?” I asked.
Without answering me, Sandy blurted out, “Time to come clean.”
“Helen, you are welcome to join LJ and myself in our shower. It is big enough for 8 but 3 will fit just fine. I know that LJ is prime for fucking and so am I.”
Was this a dream, I wondered.
I followed Sandy who by the way has the firmest clothed butt I have ever seen in my life. And I had yet to see it undressed. LJ followed me. LJ had her hands on my butt. I guess she was helping an old(ha) lady up the steps.
As we entered what I would guess was Sandy’s bedroom, Sandy turned and faced me. She smiled and I nearly melted.
“Helen, I need to ask you something. I know you think that LJ wants you to make love to her. But I want to make love to you as well. I don’t want you to feel at all uncomfortable about being here. If you want to leave now, that is okay. But if you stay, WE PLAN ON HAVING OUR WAY WITH YOUR BODY!
I did not have to think twice about this. “Okay,” I answered.
‘That’s what I thought you would say, ” LJ said.
“Now stand still as we undress you. Do not move or try to help us. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I said as I felt a shiver race through my body. I was about to be undressed by a 16 year old and her mother. I stood motionless as Sandy unbuttoned my blouse and LJ pulled it away from my body. Sandy’s fingernails touched and scratched my neck and down the front to the top of my bra. My nipples were beginning to show themselves as she lightly touched my breasts. LJ was massaging my neck and shoulders. Off came my bra and fell to the floor. Sandy continued to massage breasts and nipples. Pulling and twisting my now hard nipples, made me dizzy with passion. Sandy pulled down my jeans and then my soaked panties. LJ had moved against my back and was rubbing herself against me. I reached behind me to feel LJ’s young body. LJ moaned loudly in my ear. LJ reached around my front , found my wet pussy and pushed her fingers into me. LJ rubbed me for several minutes until I came. I closed my eyes to absorb what was happening to me.
Then I felt something cold on my wrists and before I could react, LJ had snapped on a pair of handcuffs to my wrists. My eyes snapped open.
“Hey, what gives?” I said.
“I said we were going to have our way with you and this is the beginning, bitch.”
LJ slapped my bare ass and laughed. I did not laugh. I moved away.
“Mom, do you think she needs more spanking?”
“Yes, sweetheart. I think she needs to learn her lesson.”
“What lesson?” I blurted out.
“You promised me you would not let LJ come and she did. Now you have to pay. ”
“Step out of your pants, Helen,” Sandy commnaded.
I guess I did not act fast enough because Sandy pinched on my nipples with her finger nails. I glared at her and stepped out of my pants.
“That’s a good girl. Now step out of your panties as well. ”
Again, I was pinched.
I stood and watched as Sandy and LJ undressed. Sandy still had the nicest butt I would ever want to have my way with. LJ’s stomach was flat and she was smooth and shaven. I do love cameltoes.
“Okay girls, shower time. Time to get all wet and slippery. Are you wet and slippery, Helen? LJ, be a good girl and see if our guest is wet and slippery.”
LJ came within two inches of my body. Her lips touched my lips and our tongues met. She was not inexperienced at all. As our tongues played tagged, her hands went first to my breasts, then my nipples and down my tummy. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and closed her teeth over it. As she bit down, her fingers slid easily into me. Just as quickly, she pulled out and back. I wanted more and was left hanging.
“Mom, she is ripe.”
“Okay, Helen. Follow me.”
I did not move fast enough because suddenly Sandy produced a pair of rubber tipped forceps. She opened the forceps and slowly closed them over my left nipple. My nipple felt like it was in a bear trap. I think she would have closed it all the way and crushed my nipple if I had not said, “Okay.”
“Thats a good Helen. Now follow me. ”
I had no choice as she pulled on the forceps which was closed over my nipple. LJ was stroking my ass as we walked to the bathroom.
“LJ, honey, do turn on the shower for us. I want to see how wet our guest is, myself.”
Sandy pulled me to her as her fingers probed deep inside of me. I was getting worked up and I know Sandy could tell. As Sandy pushed her fingers deeper, she closed the forceps a bit more. The pain was making me feel quite turned on. Then Sandy pushed deeper into me and touched my G spot. The room was spinning as Sandy pressed harder. I came with a gush which left me drained.
“Mom, the shower is ready.”
“Helen is ready too,” Sandy answered.
LJ stepped into the steam filled shower. Sandy pulled me along and I too stepped in. Looking around the shower stall, I saw nozzles mounted on the walls and the floor. Above the nozzles on the walls, were stainless steel hooks.
“Helen, if you want to call it quits, we can stop. I will then ask you never to associate with either LJ or myself again. We will be just like any other neighbor. You can say hello in passing but we will never invite you over for anything ever again. You will never know how sweet LJ tastes when she cums. You will never see her eat her mommy the way I like it to be done. And you will never be invited to sex all nighter with some of my les gf’s and their daughters. it’s your choice.”
Without a seconds hesitation, I said, okay.
Sandy pushed me against the cold tile of the shower. She spread my legs as she soaped my ass. Then she slide the wash cloth up and down my legs, pausing to reach under me and rub my clit. I began to moan as she rubbed my clit, harder. I wanted her to continue to massage my clit and I wanted to cum for her. As my orgasm was closing in, she slapped my ass and laughed. She spun me around and roughly washed my chest and again my pussy. Of course my nipples were hard. And each time the wash cloth rubbed against them, I moaned.
I was soaped from top to botton as LJ took over. LJ removed a handheld shower head from the wall and pointed it at my pussy. The water began to pulse against and into me. My knees buckled but before I could collapse, LJ had pulled on the hemostat and brought me back to reality.
LJ held my pinched nipple as she played the water on all the right places on my body. She had this evil look in her eyes and I felt horny as hell. She made me bend over as she pushed the shower head against my ass hole. Little needle fingers pulsed against my tender ass tissue as LJ cleaned the soap from my backside. A wonderful orgasm was growing as she turned me around and aimed the needle fingers at my breasts. That was all I needed. I opened my mouth to scream and she slapped my face. Nothing like throwing cold water on a perfectly good orgasm. I glared at her but my glare shifted to Sandy as I watched her shove her fingers deep into her pussy. I had almost forgotten about Sandy.
Sandy looked up, smiled and came. Her pussy pumped white cum into her cupped hand. But without offering her cum to me, she slurped it up.
My hands were still fastened behind myself and my pussy needed service. I wanted to cum badly and I could do nothing. Sandy must have been reading my mind. She came to me, looked deep into my eyes as she placed her hands on my nipples and breasts. She began to massage my breasts and my knees got weak again. We were still in the shower as hot water fell over my body as my next door neighbor massaged my chest. She led be away from the tile wall to the middle of the shower. Then she stopped. Listen, I wanted to say. I do really need to cum but all you two are doing is turning me into mush. Both you guys have cum and I have yet to get off.
Then the hot water stopped. I was standing there in the shower, with water dripping off my body and an urgent need to have an orgasm. Sandy pinched my right nipples between her finger nails and gave a little tug. I followed her into the bedroom. All three of us were still naked. I was wet and wanted to get wetter. I was not really in a position to tell them what I wanted. I mean I could have said, I wanted out but something in me, said stick around.
“Spread your legs, Helen.”
I stood with my legs spread.
“Now LJ, I want you to show me what you have learned about kissing and licking ass. I want you to do to Helen, what you have learned to do to me. I want you to make Helen feel right at home.”
LJ walked around me, pausing to touch my nipples. Then her fingers slipped into my pussy and pumped for a few times. Then she disappeared behind me. I felt her fingers on either side of my cheeks. She pulled my cheeks apart. Then I felt the most heavenly feeling I had felt ever. LJ’s 16 year old tongue touched my ass hole. And I came. I really came. And her talented tongue continued to ream me out. Her tongue took on a life of its own as she licked from the tip of my pussy to my tail bone. I shook more than jello. Just when I thought I could not take it any longer, I felt fingers on my pussy. Looking down, I saw the top of Sandy’s head. Her lips sucked my clit as her tongue probed my pussy. Sandy’s tongue was as talented as her daughters.
If this wasn’t heaven, nothing was. Then it happened. No warning. No buildup. I came like a freight train. It was one continuous orgasm. A really long one or was it three or five or eight. But I came.
And when I came, I peed. Not jsut a little. There was no way that Sandy would not notice my pee. She did not pull away when I peed.
“Look mom. Helen peed. She needs to be taught a lesson, doesn’t she?” LJ said.
“She is our guest, LJ.”
“Mom, how come, Helen gets off and when I pee, you punish me.”
“LJ, you have a point. Fair is fair.”
“Helen, since you said you wanted to stay, then you must obey my rules of my house. I hope you enjoyed your little orgasms. Because now you will become ours to do whatever we want. And LJ will first do whatever she wants to you, while I watch. And if LJ does not do it right, she will be made to do it again and again. Helen, are the bottoms of your feet ticklish?”
Sandy stood behind me and whispered in my ear.
“I’m going to take off your cuffs. I don’t want you to fight us or try to get away. We are going to make you cum like no other woman has ever made you cum. We will not hurt you unless you agree to some pain. I know that sometimes a little pain is very good in driving a woman over the top. I will tell you everything we are going to to do before we do it. If you don’t want to go along with us, then leave now.”
“Ok,” I Answered.
Sandy uncuffed me, while LJ removed the hemostats from my smashed nipples.
“I want you to lie down on the bed. We are going to tie you spreadeagled to te bed. And then I am going to watch from the end of the bed while LJ has her way with you. She is going to first suck and tickle your toes and the very sensitive soles of your feet. I will ask you not to pee in my bed when you cum because if you do pee, then I will punish you myself. And I can be a bitch.”
I did not object as I was pushed back on to the bed. Nor did I say anything when Sandy and LJ pulled fastened my wrists to the iron head board. I did moan when they stopped near my breasts and each took a nipple in their mouths and sucked me. They did this while I tried to get off my squeezing my legs together. I was so close to cuming but somehow they knew that because my legs were suddenly spread and my ankles were secured to the end of the bed. I wanted to beg to cum but I had not begged for sometime. Sandy slipped a pillow under my head so I could see what LJ was going to do.
I watched Sandy move a chair close to the bed. She smiled at me as she spread her legs and dropped her hand into her pussy. Then she began to massage her clit. She knew what it was doing to me. Then I felt a warm wet mouth slid over my big toe and a very active tongue lick my toe. I reacted by jumping and trying to move my foot out of the way. But because of the ankle tie, I was helpless. She licked and sucked my other toe and I was so close to having a toe orgasm.
Then she withdrew her mouth. Now I was close to begging. But she did not stop for long because she began to tickle the soles of my feet. I screamed with laughter. She did not quit even when I begged her stop. I wanted her to stop because I felt the need to pee. I tried to yell that I was going to pee but I could not stop laughing. And of course the urge to pee just got worse.
Not only did I need to pee but I felt the brut of all orgasms boiling in my groin. And this time I did not beg but I came with an eruption of first cum then pee. And their was no mistaking the pee because it rose in a stream and hit LJ on her chest.
I stared at LJ and tried to say as softly as I could, please don’t tell your mother.
“Mom, Helen just peed,” LJ said.
LJ Stood up and pointed her finger at me. I wanted to tie that bitchy teenager down and see how she felt when I made her cum so much that some of her brain cells died.
“Helen, you have been a very bad girl. And now you are going to pay. Have you ever heard of figging? I have always wanted to see how a woman reacts to having fresh ginger slipped into her ass and her pussy. I read that ginger makes Ben Gay seem tame. I will tell you that it is the closet thing to being on fire with suffering any burns. And since you think its okay to make fun of my lovely daughter, you should be made to burn.”
Now, I was getting scared. This was a side of Sandy, I had never seen. I began to pull at my wrist and ankle ties but alas I was going nowhere fast.
I glared at Sandy as she reached into plastic bag and withdrew a ginger root. Yes, I had heard of figging and yes I wanted to see what it was like to have a lover experience the effects. But I wanted to be the one watching and not the one receiving! Sandy pulled on a pair of plastic gloves and took out a paring knife. Then she peeled the dry skin off the root and seemed to shape it. I was scared, yet terribly turned on.
“Now, lovely Helen, I want you to relax as I push this ginger into your ass. ”
Relaxing was not what I had in mind. But someone Sandy knew that I was not going to go along with this easily. LJ reached over and took my nipples in her fingers. She squeezed the living shit out of them. I relaxed as Sandy pushed the ginger into me. Then Sandy pushed a black butt plug to within an inch of my nose. She withdrew it and licked it several times. The plug was forced into my ass, holding the ginger. Okay, I thought. This is not so bad. Actually there was a cold sensation in my ass.
But wait. The cold stopped and now my ass was getting warm. Okay, I can handle this. The warm grew to hot and hotter. And fuck, it is hot. My ass is on fire. As I twisted and tried to get away from the pain, I watched throught tear clouded eyes as Sandy took another piece of ginger and touched it to my clit. This I felt, right away. My clit was heating up and so was I. I don’t know what happened to me but I wanted to fuck anything. My ass and clit were on fire. And I was flooding the bed with cum. The more I cam, the hotter was the sensation in my pussy and ass. My cum was flowing down to my ass.
Sandy pushed the piece of ginger into me and held it in place with her finger. I could feel my vaginal muscles spasming as the ginger did whatever it did to me. My pussy was trying to suck her fingers deep into me and I wanted more. Up until this time, LJ was just standing near the bed, fingering herself. Not to be kept on the sidelines for long, she got on the bed, lifted her leg over my head and lowered her pussy to my mouth.
LJ ground her pussy into my mouth as I tried to catch her clit with my teeth. As LJ came for the fourth time, she paused. This was enough time for me to catch her clit. I latched onto her clit with my lips and would not let her go. I attacked her clit with my tongue as her body convulsed. And convulse she did. And when I made her cum, she tasted like warm honey. And I held her clit in my teeth and she bucked and ground her pussy into my mouth.
As I was sucking her clitty, I felt a hand on my ankle. And my ankle was free. Then the other ankle was freed as well. LJ was so into having her orgasms she did not see what her mom was d0ing to me. Sandy released my wrists as well. When I reached up and grabbed LJ’s nipples with my free hands, LJ gasped. Sandy pulled LJ off of me.
I sat up.
“Now ladies, I think its my turn. You both have gotten off way too many times. Now I get to play. I want you two to rub your clits against each other. Lets see what it looks like to have a mother and daughter rub their clits against each other.” I watched as Sandy and LJ intertwined their legs so their clits were in direct contact. They were so close, there was hardly room for a feather between them. They each were leaning back on their hands for support. Then I got an idea.
“Do you have any nipple clamps Sandy?”
“Under the bed in the red box,” Sandy answered.
I reached under the bed and brought out the red box. My, my but the red box was full of toys and vibrators. And there were several sets of nipple clamps.
“LJ has never had nipple clamps.”
“Good,” I said as I took out the clamps. Each clamp was connected to a chain. I got up on the bed and took one of Sandy’s nipples in my fingers. I did not have to rub and massage her nipple very long. I took her nipple in my fingers and gave it a squeeze. Sandy moaned. Then I opened the clamp and slowly closed it over sandy’s hard nipple. I watched her eyes as the clamp bit into her sensitive flesh. Her upper lip quivered a little as the clamp bit down.
Then I looked at LJ. Her nipple was rock hard. “Does this excite you?” LJ.
“Sandy, I think your daughter likes this. Are you sure she has never done the clamps before?”
I attached the other clamp to each free nipple and then I sat back. Such a sight to see a loving mother with her nipples attached to her daughters nipples. But wait something was missing. I tied each of their wrists together so they could not move and get a way.
I went to kitchen, cut a nice size piece of ginger for each of them. Coming back into the bedroom, I reached into the red box of toys and removed two red butt plugs. I had each of my lovers lift herself up as I reached under her and inserted some ginger, then the butt plug. Then I slipped the biggest vibrator Sandy had, between their legs. The head looked like a basketball, so I knew it would press on all the right places. Actually the head of the vibrator slipped between their legs as though it was meant to. Then I switched it to hum. And hum they did. They jerked and twisted and moaned and came as I played them. And yet they stayed close to each other. The nipple clamps kept them close. And to make sure they remained together while I did some shopping, I tied their knees together so their legs were around each other.
I kissed LJ and Sandy and their lips and left.
‘We can’t stay like this,” Sandy yelled after me.
“You’ll stay like that until I release you. Hope you cum alot but remember, I don’t want either of you to pee or you will have hell to pay!”

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The Darkholme Academy Chronicles: Orientation

Gareth stood in front of the tall black gate. A duffel bag full of clothes and toiletries was clenched in his left hand. Behind him, the taxi pulled away, back in the direction of the small airport at which he had arrived only an hour ago.
A woman in a knee-high black skirt and black business jacket was striding towards the path that connected the gate to the expansive, black and red building that was Darkholme Academy.
Gareth pulled out a small booklet from a pocket in his bag. A Guide to Darkholme, it said on the cover. Underneath that was a grainy photo of the very same building that stood in front of him – only it didn’t seem half as big – and the tall black fence that ran the perimeter of the grounds seemed to have been photoshopped out. In the corner was the academy’s logo: a curled up mouse, around which were the words “Freedom in Discipline.” Made sense, seeing as the school was – as the booklet advertised – the “number one reformatory school for young men struggling with authority.”
Gareth was a couple of years out of high school (a place he barely graduated from) and was jobless and living out of his parents house. Most days he would spend masturbating to hardcore pornography while his parents were at work – he loved watching big-breasted pornstars taking big cocks and toys up their assholes – so it was much to his dismay when they saw it fit to send him to Darkholme, so that he may learn some valuable life lessons. He just saw it as more school.
“Good morning,” said the woman, who had reached the gate and was now unlocking the large padlock, which up until now, Gareth hadn’t noticed.
“Morning,” he replied.
She swung open the gate and extended her right hand. Gareth took it. She was much taller than him – a whole foot, maybe.
“Headmistress Ives,” she said.
“Gareth.”
She beckoned for him to step through, and he did. The headmistress quickly locked the gate behind him, and started back towards the building. Gareth followed.
The grounds were rife with activity. Groups of young men, who all looked to be around Gareth’s age, were performing fitness activities on and around the running tracks which surrounded the main building. A huddle of runners in plain grey gear came by on the track. As each one passed, they offered a small nod to the headmistress, and said, “Good morning, Miss Ives.”
She smiled at each one, but said nothing. Gareth noticed that some of the boys held looks of intense concentration on their faces, as if they were performing mental calculus during their run. Weird, he thought. How long do they make us run for? The close encounter also gave Gareth a better look at the uniform – the shorts were a bit too short for the weather – any weather, in fact.
“Mister White, I take it you’ve come to be acquainted as much as possible with our facilities and academic background?” asked Miss Ives, abruptly.
“Uh, yeah,” said Gareth, brandishing the guide book.
“Oh, that.” Miss Ives gave a short laugh. “That’s just marketing. Here,” she produced another, similar looking booklet from her jacket, “this one’s a bit more detailed.” Gareth hoped she was right: the original booklet contained a lot of writing, but didn’t say much other than how great the school was. Marketing, indeed.
The front cover of the “real” booklet showed a similar picture, except the fence was fully visible. The logo, too, was different. Instead of a mouse, it showed a rat, and the phrase that surrounded it was “Pleasure in Submission.” Gareth stifled a laugh. How does this woman not get how kinky that sounds? He pretended to flick through it.
They reached the front doors: two recently painted black monoliths. Headmistress Ives pulled one of them open for Gareth and ushered him inside. A large lobby greeted him – a desk sat on his immediate left, manned by a young blonde woman. A staircase sat in the middle of the room, leading to the second floor landing from which extended a variety of corridors. Two more large doors stood on either side of the staircase, and another stood on the opposite side of the room to the desk, and on it were the words “Headmistress’s Office” in thick, black letters.
Headmistress Ives closed the door, and stepped in front of Gareth. “Nurse Verne will be arriving presently. After the medical, you will be shown to your first class. You will be joining registration group C7. You will share classes and activities with all students from that group.”
Gareth didn’t really listen to the last part. “Um…what did you mean by ‘medical’?”
Headmistress Ives smirked. “Did you read the guidebook I gave you? Or did you just flick through it?”
“I, uh-”
“I think you better skim it a little before Nurse Verne arrives. I’ll be in my office.” With that, she left.
The receptionist was typing furiously on a keyboard, but other than that, the place was silent. Gareth opened the guidebook and started to read the introduction. It said:
“Welcome to the Darkholme Academy, where you will learn, over time, to become a productive and subservient member of society. Through our discipline-based curriculum and authoritarian teaching methods, we will transform you into a submissive individual, fit for reintegration into your home life. These methods, in particular, may initially seem strange, though we are sure that you will come to appreciate them for the positive effects they will undoubtedly have on your outlook and attitude.”
He was about to flick to the next page when a mature woman in a light blue nurse’s outfit came through one of the doors next to the stairs.
“Gareth White?” she asked, looking at him. She was red-headed, plump, and spoke with a slight English accent.
“Yeah, that’s me,” he replied.
“Right this way.”
Gareth followed her through a maze of doors and corridors he was sure he would never remember. I better be getting a map of this place, he thought. I could get lost for days.
“Just through here, please.” Nurse Verne opened a door, leading into a small white room, which looked like pretty much every other school nurse’s office he had ever been to. Gareth entered, and Nurse Verne shut the door behind him.
“Now,” she said. “Did you go through the guide book?”What is so important about this guidebook? thought Gareth. “I, uh, didn’t quite get through all of it.”
“Oh, that’s unfortunate,” she said. “Don’t worry, everything is standard procedure. Could you please take of your clothes for me, Gareth?”
Gareth wasn’t sure whether he heard her correctly. “You want me to what?”
Nurse Verne approached him and placed her hand on his wrist. “You are to take off your clothes,” she said sternly, before lightening her voice. “Standard procedure,” she repeated and sat down at her desk.
Gareth shuffled uncomfortably for a moment, and then placed his duffel bag on the floor. Nurse Verne spun in her chair to face him, recognizing his trepidation. “Gareth,” she said. “If you won’t take off your clothes, I’ll have to take them off for you.” She unbuttoned the top of her outfit, and allowed her fingertips to graze the top of her large breasts.
Gareth felt himself become hard. He had a bit of a thing for matures – many times he’d cum over videos of mature women getting a pounding, or even getting it on with each other.
He stripped off, displaying his half-mast six-inch cock to the nurse.
“There,” she said, standing up. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Her eyes flitted to his cock for a moment.
“No, I guess not.”
She went into the cupboard and took out a large red rectangle of rubber. It looked like a hot water bottle. She took it to the sink and began to fill it up with water. “We have to get you prepared for integration into the Academy’s health schedule. Pop up onto the table for me, will you? Face down, please.”
Gareth did so without hesitation. His cock lay pointed upwards, and he stroked it on the table’s soft top, making sure that Nurse Verne couldn’t see him while he did it.
“The schedule requires that you are cleaned out completely,” said Nurse Verne, turning. The red bag was full to the brim, and she hooked it somewhere up behind Gareth. “For that, I am required to give you a thorough enema.”
“A what?” Gareth was very familiar with that – he loved his kinky Japanese porn too.
A hand shot up between Gareth’s legs, gripping onto his vulnerable testicles. Gareth winced, and Nurse Verne released her grip slightly, and started to massage with her thumb. Gareth moaned.
“There we are,” she cooed. “You like that, don’t you?”
“Mmmm,” said Gareth in reply.
“Good.”
Gareth felt another hand move up above the other, towards his anus. The fingers were wet – greasy, even, and they stroked all around his virgin hole, covering it in the substance. The other hand kept going on his balls.
The fingers withdrew for a moment, before being replaced by something else – something rubber, about the size of a thumb. Gareth knew exactly what was going to happen – his cock was fully erect between his stomach and the table. Who knew this would turn me on?
He felt the rubber tip being pushed onto his ass. Naturally, his muscles tightened up, but, with the help of Nurse Verne’s generous lubricant application, his anus couldn’t keep the intruder out for long, and it slipped into him, all the way. The tip was long, and a bump at its base prevented it from coming out without a pull – or a push from Gareth. He heard a click, and warm water started rushing into his anal cavity.
“Uuuuuuuugh,” he moaned, involuntarily.
“Mmm,” said Nurse Verne, and fondled one of Gareth’s buttocks. “Most of the new ones enjoy that.”
Gareth was breathing deeply. He couldn’t help but feel himself being filled up – it was a weird sensation, and it spread throughout his insides. A gurgling noise came from somewhere inside him.
“Once you’ve taken the whole bag, and I’m satisfied that you’ve been thoroughly…hm, ‘irrigated,’ I will allow you to expel the water and whatever else is in there.” She motioned to a door at the back of the room, indicating that that was where the toilet was.
Gareth moaned in reply. He was acutely aware of how full he was now feeling, and how urgently his bowels wanted to expel their rapidly expanding contents. It was like nothing he had ever felt before: like a massive dump just waiting to go, but getting bigger and bigger all the time. He had to squeeze his ass hard so as not to accidentally shit the tube – and everything else – out.
The water continued flowing for a few minutes, Gareth moaning intermittently. Nurse Verne simply stood and watched.
When the flow stopped, Gareth picked his head up and looked at the bag. It was definitely empty; so was the clear tube that ran from it into his asshole.
“Good boy,” said Nurse Verne. “I don’t think I’ve seen a new student take the whole bag that fast.
“Can I go, now? To the toilet?” Gareth’s voice was shaking. His cock was still fully engorged.
Nurse Verne laughed. “No, of course not.” She approached the table. “Tighten,” she commanded, and Gareth complied, knowing exactly what she meant. The tip was extracted, taking with it a few drops of water, but Gareth managed to successfully hold everything else inside.
Then she made him go into several different positions on the table. On his side, on his back, on his other side, on all fours (that one felt particularly embarrassing), then on his side again, and so forth.
“Have to make sure you’re getting a thorough clean-out,” she said, aiding him into what would be the last position. “How do you feel?”
“Full,” said Gareth.
“Well, that’s how you’re supposed to feel. You can go now,” she said, motioning to the door again.
Gareth clambered off the table and waddled, hunched over, through the doorway. He felt the full weight of his ass’s contents as they sloshed from side to side as he moved.
He entered a room almost the same size as the office – a toilet sat in the corner, next to a sink, and across from a shower. For any unfortunate messes, thought Gareth. There wasn’t a lock on the door.
Gareth plonked himself onto the toilet and let loose. A loud, long and wet fart exploded from his ass, and it was followed by a torrent of shitty water.
“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh,” he moaned loudly, barely over the sound of the water hitting the bottom of the bowl. The rapid expulsion felt great – his cock was just as stiff as ever.
When the first rush of water ceased, a knock came at the door. “I forgot to mention.” It was Nurse Verne. “Feel free to use the facilities at your discretion. You’re to be in there for half an hour in order to make sure that you’re completely flushed out.”
“Uh, okay,” said Gareth, before another explosion of water shot out from his now tender anus. Thirty minutes? he thought. Perfect.
He grabbed his cock with his right hand and started jerking. He clenched his ass tightly, stemming the flow – he figured the combined feeling of water rushing from his ass and cum blasting from his cock would be exhilarating.
As he jerked, Gareth fantasized giving anal to Nurse Verne. He imagined leaning her over the table in the office, ploughing her with long, deep strokes until she came, just from the sensation in her ass. However, he couldn’t help but derive pleasure from the feeling in his own asshole – that intense fullness, waiting to burst forth.
His cock pulsed, preparing to shoot his load – his breathing intensified, but Gareth dared not moan – he didn’t want Nurse Verne to know what he was doing. He edged closer to orgasm, and closer, and his ass started to spasm as a new feeling spread inside it – a warm, tingly feeling – and he was just seconds from exploding from both his dick and ass.
Then the door burst open. It was Headmistress Ives.
“Ah!” exclaimed Gareth, letting go of his cock – and ass. The water streamed out, along with another wet fart, and he felt his face go crimson.
“So,” said the Headmistress. She was no longer wearing her jacket. Instead she wore a tight leather corset, which lifted her breasts, displaying them high up on her torso. “Is there a reason that you feel comfortable using our facilities for masturbation?”
“No miss, I, um-”
“You are not here to jerk off. Nurse Verne has kindly performed her job, and all she has requested of you is compliance.”
“I’m sorry, headmistress.”
Headmistress Ives lifted her left hand. A small, cage-like device hung from her pinky. “I don’t think you are, Mister White.” She knelt down in front of him, and clicked open a ring at the bottom of the cage. She looked into Gareth’s eyes. “Continue,” she said.
“Huh?”
“Continue.”
“Okay, okay,” said Gareth, and tried to relax his bowels. He couldn’t help but look at the device, however. The cage was just over the length of his erect cock. Small spikes penetrated the space inwards, and a three-inch metal rod extended downwards from inside the top of the cage.
She gripped his rapidly shrinking cock, holding it upright. Gareth couldn’t help deriving pleasure from her grasp – his cock immediately stopped shrinking. Then, she put the cage over his member, pushing it down until the rounded end of the rod touched the tip.
Then she pushed some more.
“Hnnnnnnnn!” Gareth gripped the sides of the toilet bowl as the rod was forced into his urethra, expanding the inside of his cock. “What- what are you doing,” he managed, through gritted teeth.
Headmistress Ives remained silent as she pushed the last inch into Gareth’s dick. Then, she grabbed his balls with a thumb and forefinger and clicked the metal ring back together around the base of both his cock and scrotum. She produced a small padlock, and fastened it to the ring, locking it in place.
Gareth’s cock was now trapped in the infernal device – the combination of the spikes and the rod sent all kinds of pain up and down its length. Gareth squirmed on the toilet, whilst squirts of water continued to shoot out from his ass.
Headmistress Ives stood up. “Nurse Verne informs me that you have just over twenty minutes left. Perhaps now you’ll learn that this proud Academy is not a place for such activities as that.” She gestured up towards the ceiling, where Gareth could see a black dome – a camera. Then she turned towards the doorway. “Nurse Verne, I’ll return when the remaining twenty minutes are up. I’d like to finish the medical myself, to ensure that no more hijinks occur.”
“I will see you soon, Mister White,” and she left the room, closing the door behind her.
The last twenty minutes passed slowly. Try as he might, Gareth couldn’t get free of the cage and the constant pain that came with being trapped inside it. Nor could he get off the toilet and into a more comfortable position, given the randomness of his anal expulsions.
He had to wait it out.
At some point, he figured his ass to be completely empty. A couple of big pushes came with only small, high-pitched farts and the feeling that he was going to shit his whole ass, so he cleaned himself off and lay down on the cold, tiled floor, and waited for something to happen.
And something did happen, when, at the end of the twenty minutes (or so Gareth presumed), a command came.
“Time is up,” came Headmistress Ives. “Clean up, and come back.”
He took the opportunity to pause and take a couple of deep breaths, preparing himself for whatever else she might have in store for him.
On the table was a black, leather harness. Gareth’s heart sunk.
Headmistress Ives, who had been sitting on the one chair, stood up. “I hope you learned your lesson, Mister White.”
“Yes…I have, Miss Ives.”
“Good.” She motioned for Gareth to approach the table.
The harness consisted of three parts: the leather itself, which, when fitted together, looked to be connected by straps held in place by lockable metal parts. Gareth realized that, just like the cock cage, this would be padlocked indefinitely. Attached to an open metal ring on the front was a plastic tube with a hole at its top. The tube itself curved upwards, resembling an erect penis. The third thing was what gripped Gareth’s attention most. It was a black, rubber, two-and-a-half-inch butt plug.
“Standard uniform for all students of Darkholme Academy. Nurse Verne informed me that she felt your to be ass suited for the size two plug.”
“Size two?” Gareth asked.
She looked at him quizzically. “We go up to size five. Would you like me to request a larger one?”
“No, no.”
“Fine.” She seemed disappointed.
Ives approached Gareth, then unlocked the cock cage. She clicked it open, removing the spikes from his skin and freeing his now purple balls, then pulled it slowly from his urethra.
“Uuuugh,” moaned Gareth, as the metal slid out of him. His cock flopped down once the thing had been taken out.
“I decided to treat you lightly, given that you’re new here,” said Ives, as she discarded the cage. “If you do that again, the punishment will be much more severe.”How could it be any more severe than that? thought Gareth. He didn’t want to find out.
Ives produced a pump-bottle filled with a clear substance. She offered it to Gareth, who took it.
“Lubricant,” she said. “To help you put on your uniform.”
Gareth thought that, like the enema, he would have the task performed for him. “You want me to…?”
“I want you to plug up your own asshole, yes,” she said sternly. Ives then leaned onto one of the counters on the edge of the room. It was clear to Gareth that he would have an audience.
He took the plug in hand, and started to pick up the harness.
“No,” said Ives. “That is not to move.”
“What? How-”
“Get up onto the table,” she said, staring at Gareth.
“Okay,” he sighed.
“Yes, miss,” said Ives.
“What?” said Gareth, before realizing what was obviously a mistake. “Oh. Yes, miss.”
He clambered up onto the table and got down on all fours. The way the harness was laying necessitated that he point his ass towards the headmistress. He imagined it was what she wanted, anyway.
Gareth pumped out some lube onto his palm, then rubbed it over his anus, before testing its tightness with a finger. He shuddered as his fingertip entered his own asshole – it was cold, but his ring twitched with pleasure.
He moved to the plug, applying a generous amount of lube all over it, even over the tapered bottom. Once it was slick and shining, he hopped up like a rabbit and dangled his ass over the tip.
He took a breath, and lowered himself.
Thanks to the lube, his ass opened up immediately, welcoming the big black invader. Gareth slid down further, moaning as he went, until he started to feel a stretch. He stopped, then pushed down a little, further expanding his tender hole.
He paused as soon as he felt pain, then raised himself all the way off the plug. He reapplied lube to both the plug and his ass, and used three fingers to coat the inside of his butt with the slippery goo. He shivered as his fingertips brushed up against the walls of his ass. Again, his cock hardened.
He sat down again, and his ass gave way to almost the whole thing.
“Ugh,” he moaned, as it entered him. Why does this feel so good? he asked himself.
This time, he only felt pain when he reached the widest part of the plug, but he knew, with a little extra push, it would pop right in. He took a breath.
“Do it,” said Ives. “Submission is pleasure.”
And he popped onto the plug. His ass tightened around the base immediately.
“Mmmmmmm,” Gareth said, his ass gifted by the full feeling that the invader brought. As with the enema, it made him feel as if he needed to void his bowels, but he didn’t care. Submission is pleasure.
Ives didn’t waste any time. She came to the table and began strapping Gareth into the harness as he kneeled down to make it easier for her. She placed his hard cock straight through the metal ring and into the tube. It was only then that Gareth realized it was a chastity device: there was no way to remove his cock unless the entire harness was unlocked and taken off.
“The device will allow your cock to become erect, as you can plainly tell. Rather than use a device that constricts the penis, however, Darkholme uses this in order for the staff to easily identify any horny students. Although you may derive pleasure from the butt plug’s presence, understand that you are not to gain an erection during classes or activities, or when in the presence of a staff member. Do you understand?”
“Yes, miss,” said Gareth.
“Good,” she said.
Gareth got off the table. The harness felt strange; like a big, warm diaper, and the butt plug made him walk bow-legged. His erection began to shrink.
“Welcome to Darkholme Academy,” said Headmistress Ives, as she led him out of the office, past his crumpled old clothes and duffel bag. Gareth suspected he wouldn’t need them anymore.
“Ah,” she said. “It seems everybody is back from physical education.”
And they were. Crowds of male students marched along the corridor, clutching notepads and books. All of them were wearing a harness, and none of them seemed phased by it, or each other’s nakedness. Gareth couldn’t help but wonder which of them wore size fives.
Ives handed him a sheet of paper. On it was a timetable, detailing Gareth’s personal schedule.
“Slave training 101.” She pointed down the corridor. “Straight down, turn left. Room zero-zero-nine,” she said, before marching back towards her office, leaving Gareth alone in the river of people. He looked at the timetable again.
“Welcome to Darkholme,” it said, in large bold letters.To be continued…

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