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The Atonement
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Author's note: This is part 2 of a 5 part series. To fully understand the
story, you should read part 1 first. This story contains sexually explicit
scenes which may be offensive to some people.
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THE ATONEMENT
By "Racecar"
PART TWO: The "Entertainer"
The ride to Cheryl's apartment seemed to take much longer than normal.
The usual 45 minute trip had seemed, to Barbara, to take days. She and John
had not really discussed the events of their last evening with Cheryl and
Barbara still felt knots in her stomach when she wondered what thoughts he had
about her. She couldn't blame him for losing respect for her. This strong
woman he married was now reduced to crawling on the floor and licking another
woman's feet -- and worse! During t he ride she wondered what was in store
for her this evening. She couldn't imagine being told to do anything she
hadn't already done the other night. What more could there possibly be. No,
her concern was not for what she would be asked to do (alth ough she dreaded
having to do all that again), but who would be observing and what would they
think. Barbara did not know any of Cheryl's friends and wondered what they
were like. Were they good looking, fat, skinny, gorgeous, or plain. Were
they interesting and fun to be with, or were they complete bores. More
importantly, what would be their reaction to seeing her doing all those things
Cheryl obviously had in mind for her tonight. Perhaps, they would be just as
disgusted with it as she was. She tried not to think about it. She tried
telling herself that this was not really her doing these things. This was
just her body carrying out the orders of a foreign brain. She rationalized
that this was a case of her surviving. As she ro de alongside John, she could
feel her nakedness under the cotton dress and noticed how the dress wrinkled.
She also felt a dampness between her thighs and realized that thinking about
the upcoming events was beginning to excite her. She hoped the d ampness
wouldn't spot the dress and make her condition obvious to everyone there.
The car finally came to a stop in an empty parking spot directly in
front of Cheryl's door. Barbara and John got out of the car and walked up to
the door. John stepped up and rung the bell. Barbara stood on the next step
down, directly beh ind John and wished this were not happening. Maybe, she
thought, no one will answer the door and we can get back in the car and go
home. Her hopes all crashed when she saw the door open and Cheryl standing
there with a big smile.
"Well, John and Barbara. You're right on time come in." Cheryl moved
aside and motioned for the couple to come in. When they walked past her into
the living room, Cheryl closed the door and went over and stood beside them.
"Everybody, I'd like to introduce you to John and his wife Barbara. As I
said, Barbara is our special guest tonight. John, Why don't you have a seat
in the recliner over there. I'll introduce everyone to you two a little
later."
As John walked across the room to assume his seat, Barbara looked
around. The apartment was typical of modern garden apartments. The rather
small living room opened on one end to the dining area which, in turn, was
right off the kitchen. D own a short hall was the bath and bedroom. The
living room was brightly lit and the white walls seemed to cast a theatre
stage effect into the center. Large, floor length drapes covered the picture
window which gave a view of the parking lot. Barb ara noticed that Cheryl had
rearranged the furniture for this evening. The long, low cocktail table had
been moved to the center of the room, away from the sofa. Along the wall
opposite the sofa were 3 snack trays. They were set up and each was co vered
with a towel. Barbara could tell there was something under the towels and
wondered why Cheryl would cover them so crudely. Sitting on the sofa were
Cheryl's three friends. The one on the left was in her early twenties, very
petite, around 5 foot even, weighing only about 100 pounds Barbara guessed.
She had long, black hair and a well tanned face and arms. Though small, she
was nicely built. On her left sat, what appeared to be, the oldest of the
trio. Barbara guessed her age to be c loser to hers -- 28. She was also the
biggest of the trio, standing around 5' 8" and 140 pounds. Her short brown
hair framed her rather round face. On her lap was an opened photo album which
all three girls had obviously be looking at. Barbara's f ace turned bright
red when she realized they were looking at the pictures Cheryl had taken of
her the other night. The last girl sat on the other end of the sofa, closest
to John. She was also around 23-24 years old and had blonde hair. She stood
about 5' 5", 120 pounds and had large breasts. Barbara tried to avoid their
eyes but could feel them staring at her standing there.
Cheryl waited for John to sit down and then put her arm around
Barbara's shoulders as she addressed her friends again. "Barbara was my
neighbor before I got married and moved here. She has agreed to serve us and
to provide the entertainment for the night. Haven't you, Barbara?"
Barbara felt a frog in her throat as she answered. "Yes, Mistress
Cheryl." Her heart was racing and she feared she wouldn't be able to go
through with this tonight.
"Very good. Well, then why don't you see what everyone wants to drink
and get it for them. You know where everything is. Before you do though, why
don't you take off your dress and let my guests see what they're in for
tonight." Cheryl lo oked at her guests and smiled. They all smiled back, but
looked at Barbara, not Cheryl, as they did so.
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl" Barbara answered. She then slowly unbuttoned
her dress, bending over to get the bottom buttons. When she had finished, she
removed the dress and held it in front of her with a quizzical look in her
eyes. She felt li ke she was a slave at auction waiting for the bidding to
begin. Her nakedness in front of strangers made her blush deeply.
Cheryl grabbed the dress out of Barbara's hand and tossed it into the
far corner near the door. "You won't be needing this for while. Assume your
position, Barbara."
At first Barbara didn't understand what Cheryl meant, but then
remembered and placed her hands behind her head as she spread her legs apart.
She felt Cheryl's hands on her sides twisting her around. She turned slowly
until Cheryl stopped he r. She stood there with her back to the crowd while
Cheryl told them how nice she thought her ass was as she pinched and mauled
her cheeks. Barbara thought she would die. Finally Cheryl told her to take
everyone's order and get cracking. She walk ed over to the sofa and asked
each what they would like. They giggled and made crude jokes about her but
all wanted just a Coke. She did the same to John and he just replied "Beer".
She went into the kitchen and made the drinks, put them on a tray
and carried it back into the living room. As she passed through the dining
area, she noticed the table was covered with a pure white sheet over a plastic
tablecloth with a pillow in the center. After she served each one their
drink, she brought t he tray back into the kitchen and laid it on the counter
before returning to the living room. She assumed her previous position in the
center of the room and waited.
Cheryl walked to the center of the room and stood next to Barbara with
her hand on Barbara's elbow. "Let me introduce you to my friends, Barbara.
They all live here in the complex and we get together most mornings for
coffee. To your left is Lynn. Lynn is in the same boat as I am. Her husband
is required to travel quite extensively leaving her home alone for long
periods. In the middle is Beth. Beth is single and is a nurse in the
surgical department of All Soul's Hospital here in town. She works
afternoons, Sunday through Thursday. Lastly, Pam on the right shares the same
fate as Lynn and I, except she works, part-time weekends, at the mall. We've
discussed how to organize this evening and came up with the following rules
. Rather than have everyone asking you to do this and that all at once, we
agreed that each would have her turn with you. You will address them as
Mistress, just as you do I, and will do whatever they tell you to do.
Failure to obey or follow any of the procedures we've agreed to the other
night will result in punishment. We are going to save any punishments until
the end of the evening, when we will decide how severe they should be. After
each of your mistresses is through with you, you a re to thank them and show
them your respect. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara answered affirmatively but didn't
quite understand that last remark about showing them her respect. Surely
Cheryl didn't expect her to kiss all their asses.
"Very well, then. Since Beth is a nurse and knows the ropes, we
thought it best if she went first and sort of prepped you. " Cheryl held her
free hand out to Beth, who got up, walked over and stood on Barbara's opposite
side.
"Hi, Barbara." Beth looked at Barbara and smiled. "Since many of the
girls ask questions regarding this procedure or that procedure at the
hospital, I'm going to use you as my "dummy" so the speak. We're gonna get
you prepped, cleaned in and out, and demonstrate some medical procedures on
you. Don't be afraid. I've done each of these things many, many times and
they are not harmful. You may feel some discomfort, that is all. So let's
move over to the table and get started, shall we? Cheryl would you get my
tray, the one in the middle for me please?"
Beth guided Barbara over to the kitchen table as Cheryl followed
carrying one of the covered snack trays. When they reached the table, Beth
pulled out a chair and indicated to Barbara that she get up on the table and
lie on her back, hands behind her head. Barbara did what she was told. The
bright light of the hanging lamp over the center of the table made her squint
her eyes, but she dared not shut them. Out of the corner of her eye she
noticed Beth removing the towel from the tra y and grabbing something.
Barbara desperately wanted to turn her head to see what was on the tray but
feared that if she did so she would be punished. She was very frightened
about these "procedures" and made up her mind that she would quit if she
thought anything might permanently hurt her. Beth's face appeared in front of
Barbara's and shielded her eyes from the light. For the first time Barbara
noticed that the rest of the guests had gathered around the table and were
looking at them like they would look at one of those salesmen at flea markets
who demonstrate this "super-duper veg-o-matic". John stood against the wall
directly in front of her feet. She then noticed the video camera set up on a
tripod to his left. While Barbara st ared at the camera, Cheryl reached over
and pushed the record button.
"To begin with, Barbara, I'm going to show everyone how we prep the
pubic area for surgery. In other words, I'm going to shave your cookie
squeaky clean." Beth left her side momentarily and returned carrying a
steaming bowl of water. She d ipped a washcloth into the water, gingerly
wrung it out and dropped it flat on Barbara's vulva. Barbara jolted when the
hot rag hit her in her most tender spot. She moved her hips around trying to
move the rag from the burning area. Beth told her to keep still and roughly
moved the rag over Barbara's pubic area with her fingertips. As her hands
went between Barbara's legs, Beth told her to spread wide and put her feet
flat on the table top at each side. Barbara complied. Barbara felt the h ot
rag with Beth's fingertips part her vagina slightly and sensed that Beth was
concentrating a bit too much on her clitoris. The rag moved from her vagina
to her anus and the pressure increased. Beth's fingers were stuffing the rag,
ever so slight ly into Barbara's ass. Suddenly the rag was removed and
Barbara felt the razor being dragged across her lower belly. It worked it's
way very quickly across her stomach, then down a little lower, across again,
down a little lower, across again until it was at the vagina. Beth's free
hand held the skin taut as the razor did its job. As she would pull the skin
tight, Barbara felt her vagina being opened slightly. From the vagina the
razor worked it's way to Barbara's anus. Barbara tensed and felt Beth again
pulling her skin tight and her puckered anus being opened ever so slightly
with each tug. When she had finished, Beth dropped the razor into the bowl
and grabbed the rag again. It had cooled enough to hold comfortably and
didn't hur t Barbara when it began wiping her newly shaved areas clean. Beth
withdrew the rag and leaned back to observe her handiwork. She smiled her
approval as the others looked, then smiled in return, each saying how
different and clean it looked.
John leaned back against the wall. The sight of his pretty wife being
shaved in front of strangers, and her hairless pussy, had made his cock grow
with excitement. He crossed his legs at the ankles in hopes of hiding his
hard-on from the c rowd. His eyes glanced to the side where Cheryl was
looking through the view finder of the video camera. He could tell from her
smile and glazed eyes that she was on her way to becoming as aroused as he
was. As he looked back at the table where Ba rbara was lying, he noticed that
the other two girls, Lynn and Pam, seemed to be equally excited. He imagined
that this evening was going to end in one helluva orgy. He hoped he would
play a more active part in it than he was now.
Barbara rolled over on her stomach and hung each foot off the sides of
table like Beth told her to do. She rested her head on its side against her
clasped hands. Beth's faced appeared in front of her's again and held up
something for her to see.
"This is an enema nozzle. You are now going to start getting cleaned
on the inside. From now on whenever I show you an instrument, I want you to
kiss it and take it into your mouth while I explain the procedure to everyone.
Understand?" T he slight tremor in Beth's voice was exposing her state of
excitement to all present. Her breathing became shorter and her words more to
the point. Her face was also becoming flushed.
"Yes, Mistress Beth." Barbara kissed the end of the nozzle and parted
her lips as Beth worked the nozzle gently into her mouth. The nozzle was
unlike any Barbara had seen before. It appeared to be much longer, about 7
inches, and had a sor t of rounded ball, close to a inch in diameter, about a
half inch from the tip.
As she worked the nozzle in and out of Barbara's lips, Beth explained
to everyone that she would insert the nozzle into Barbara's ass and open the
hose clip which would then allow the contents of the bag, which held about a
quart and a half o f warm, soapy water to flow into Barbara's intestines. She
seemed delighted to explain that Barbara would feel the warmer-than-body-
temperature water entering her and that it would soon cause her some
discomfort and appear as though she wouldn't be able to hold any more. Beth
smiled widely and said that the adult body could hold 2 full quarts of water
without any harm, but she kept it down to only a quart and a half because
Barbara would have to hold this for a longer time than normal. When s he
completed the explanation, Beth took the nozzle out of Barbara's mouth and
told her to reach back and spread her ass cheeks w-i-d-e. Barbara did as she
was told and spread her cheeks as wide as she could. She soon felt Beth's
finger work some ki nd of lubricant around her anus and then go directly into
her asshole. The sudden sensation of pain caused Barbara to jerk, to which
Beth responded by jamming her finger in farther. Barbara felt the finger work
back and forth a few times before bei ng replaced with the hardness of the
nozzle. This, too, was worked in and out a few times before Beth roughly
shoved it in as far as it would go.
As soon as Barbara's body had gotten used to the ball deep within
her, she felt the sensation of the water beginning to enter her. She had
expected the water to be a soothing warmth that she remembered from the last
enema she had when she was being prepped for childbirth, but this water was
HOT!. She began working her abdominal muscles to "grind" her stomach into the
table in an attempt to ease the discomfort of the hot water. Each time she
would grind her stomach into the table she felt her anus pucker around the
intruding nozzle and grab it tighter. She heard Beth laugh and comment to the
crowd that "the little slut likes it in the ass, look at how she's working
that nozzle in and out by herself." I wasn't long before Barba ra started to
feel herself filling up. She now had an almost uncontrollable urge to expel
the water. She tried to tighten her anal sphincter muscles around the nozzle
to form a better seal and this action, too, was greeted by laughter from the
crow d around the table. She began to feel a small amount of water trickle
out of her ass and down around her vagina onto the table. She grimaced and
gritted her teeth hoping she could hold it in.
"Do you know what this is, Barbara?" Beth was saying in a teasing
tone.
Barbara heard Beth's voice and realized she had closed her eyes.
When she opened them, she saw Beth holding something which looked a baby
pacifier, only much larger and made of hard rubber.
"No, Mistress Beth" she answered. She felt the rubber object at her
lips and then entering her mouth after she had remembered to kiss it. She was
really uncomfortable now. She had to go to the bathroom badly and could still
feel the water trickling down onto her pussy. She accepted this damn rubber
thing into her mouth and listened in horror when Beth told everyone that it
was a butt plug and would be inserted in her ass so she could hold the enema
in longer while another procedure w ould be done. Barbara felt the tears
forming in her eyes again. She couldn't be expected to it in much longer.
She surely would rupture something. As she pondered the thought of quitting,
Barbara felt the nozzle being withdrawn from her ass. At the instant it
popped out, she felt the butt plug being pulled from her mouth and forcefully
jammed into the hole where the nozzle had been.
"Ok, turn over on your back with feet flat on the table." Beth was
getting stern now. Her face had taken a pinkish tint to it from her blood
pressure and her breathing had become even shallower and more rapid. She
reached over to the table and grabbed a squeeze-type douche kit. She held
the liquid filled bulb upright while she unscrewed the nozzle. When the
nozzle was free, she put it to Barbara's lips and then into her mouth,
playing out the same scenario as she had with the enema nozzle. "Of course
you know that this is a douche kit, Barbara. I'm now going to clean out your
sweet, shaven pussy with a good, old-fashioned vinegar douche. Now arch your
back high into the air, keep your shoulders flat on the table, so that we
don't spill any on the table. That's it, now reach up with your hands and
spread those lips open for me."
Barbara did as she was told. She spread her vagina wide open and was
instantly embarrassed when Beth commented to the others how wet Barbara was
already and that she wouldn't need any lubricant this time. Beth withdrew the
nozzle from Barba ra's mouth and screwed it back onto the bulb. Barbara felt
the tip of the douche nozzle entering her vagina and began to feel the cool
liquid entering her. Beth told her to squeeze her lips around the nozzle to
provide a good seal for the douche, and Barbara followed her directions. When
the bulb had been emptied, Beth told Barbara to squeeze her pussy shut and
hold it when she removed the nozzle. Again, Barbara did as she was told and
squeezed her vagina so tight, she thought she might bru ise it. Beth looked
at her for what seemed, to Barbara, a long time. Something inside told
Barbara that Beth definitely was a lesbian. Barbara's legs began to waver and
she had all she could do to keep her hips elevated. She felt like one big wat
er balloon and she could hear the water sloshing around whenever she moved.
She fought desperately to keep the liquids inside her, despite the cramps
which were now beginning to grab her abdomen.
"Okay, you sweet thing. Go relieve yourself. Before you return, be
sure to clean your ass and pussy real good with the wash rag. And don't
forget to clean the butt plug." Beth sounded casual and aloof but Barbara
sensed that underneath th e voice was one hot bitch.
Cheryl watched Barbara nearly leap off the table and head towards the
bathroom down the hall. She chuckled at the sight of her pinching her pussy
lips together with one hand while the other held the butt plug in place. She
hit the pause but ton on the camera and watched the other girls joking and
giggling about what they had just witnessed. While Cheryl was thoroughly
enjoying the show, she almost wished that she hadn't invited the girls over
that day. She was getting horny now and co uldn't wait for her turn at
Barbara and maybe, for the first time, feel John's cock deep inside her. She
thought back to the first night remembering the size of it and amount of come
that had spewed forth from it onto Barbara's face and tits. She g lanced over
at John's crotch and saw that the monster in his pants had again swollen to
that size. She fought back the urge to drop to her knees and suck on it right
there and, instead, reached over and grabbed it with her hand.
John was startled by Cheryl's hand grabbing his crotch. He was busy
watching Pam and Lynn chatting and was fantasizing about having them both in
bed at the same time when he felt the sudden squeeze. He was so horny he was
about to grab Cher yl and plant a big kiss on her as he drug her to the floor
and fuck the living daylights out of her. His eyes looked into hers and he
knew she felt the same way he did. Just as he was about to suggest what was
on his mind, Cheryl motioned towards t he hall and stepped behind the camera
again. John turned and saw Barbara returning to the table. Her eyes looked
directly into his and told of her embarrassment and desire to leave this place
NOW! As she crawled back up onto the table, he watched her pretty ass cheeks
come apart and reveal the rosebud between them. His cock began twitching
again and he had to detract himself from the sight in front of him to prevent
having an orgasm in his pants.
Beth told Barbara to once again lie on her back with feet flat on the
table. When Barbara was in position, she held up a small, sealed envelope for
everyone to see and then brought it down to Barbara's eyes. "Now we'll
continue with our cle aning." she said, smiling at the frightened look on
Barbara's face. "This procedure is used when a patient either refuses, or is
unable, to provide a urine specimen. Inside this pouch is a catheter, which
is nothing more than a flexible tube. We insert the tube into the urethra and
force it up to the bladder thereby providing the urine a clear, open path
through which to travel. You've lucked out this time, Barbara. Since this
device is sterilized, I cannot allow you to kiss it. As a matt er of fact, I
must use sterilized gloves to handle it once the bag is opened."
Having said that, Beth dropped the envelope onto Barbara's breasts and
grabbed another envelope off the snack table beside her. She opened the
package and slipped her hand into one of the surgical gloves inside then did
the same with the oth er hand. When finished, she picked up the envelope from
Barbara's breast and removed the tube inside. She wiggled the end of clear
plastic in front of Barbara's eyes. "Okay, Barbara reach down between your
legs and spread that pussy of yours again . I want everyone to be able to see
your little pee hole."
Barbara reached down and spread her vaginal lips open to expose her
urethra. She peered between her knees and saw Cheryl zooming in the video
camera lens. She also saw John looking directly at her exposed twat. She
kept staring at his eyes hoping he would look at her face and offer some
silent support. All at once she began to feel a slight burning sensation as
the tube began it's journey inside her. Her eyes teared again and Pam now
blocked her view of John. As Lynn looked on at t he other side, Beth kept
pushing the tube into Barbara until a thin line of urine began to flow
through the tube and into a bottle placed on the snack table beside her. As
the last of the urine entered the bottle, Beth looked at Barbara's face and s
miled.
"Well, Barbara, you're as clean now as you've ever been. I've just
one more thing to show everybody and I'm through with my demonstrations."
Beth then pulled the tube quickly from Barbara's urethra and threw it aside.
After she removed her gloves, she reached up and patted Barbara on her cheek.
"But don't you fret, sweet thing. I'm sure we'll get together again later
tonight for a more pleasurable experience. You can let go of your pussy now
and put your hands behind your head agai n. We'll all get another good look
at that beautiful body of yours and then we'll get an even better look at
that sweet pie between your legs."
Barbara placed her hands behind her head and opened her mouth slightly
as Beth inserted her finger between her lips. Barbara's wide eyes looked at
Beth's smiling face as she felt the finger working in and out of her mouth.
She noticed the o ther people were dead quiet and looking at the action taking
place. All Barbara could hear was the soft hum of the video camera in the
corner. Goose bumps formed on Barbara's arms when she felt Beth's other hand
begin to massage her breast. The th umb and forefinger grabbed the nipple and
gently pinched and pulled on it. Beth abruptly removed her finger from
Barbara's mouth and stopped playing with her breast.
"I seemed to be getting ahead of myself here." Beth turned aside and
grabbed a large metal object from the snack tray. "I'm sure we all know what
this is." Beth held the object up for all to see. "How about you John. Do
you know what thi s is used for?" She smiled when John just shrugged his
shoulders and shook his head from side to side. "This is what the doctor uses
to perform a pelvic exam. You just insert this into the lady's twat, open it
up like so, and wa-lah, you can see e verything she has."
John looked in disbelief. "How the hell can they get that thing in a
pussy?" he wondered to himself. He stepped forward as Beth poised it at the
entrance to Barbara's vagina, and slowly began working it into his wife. He
could swear he not iced Barbara's hips push forward to accept this thing into
her, not once but several times. Once the speculum was in place and Beth
began spreading Barbara's vagina open, John bent forward to look. Noticing
his interest, Beth took a flashlight off the snack table and directed the
light directly into Barbara. John looked in amazement but was soon pushed
aside by Lynn, who wanted to get a good look herself. He let her take his
spot and stepped back to the wall next to Cheryl. As he stepped ba ck, he
noticed Barbara looking at him. He looked into her clouded eyes and flashed
an assuring smile at her. He never saw her reaction as Pam moved right into
his field of vision, just as Cheryl grabbed his cock and pulled his mouth to
her waiting tongue. He almost lost his load as Cheryl ground her crotch
against his and worked her tongue inside his mouth. He finally realized that
Barbara might see them and pulled away. Cheryl just smiled at him and ran her
tongue over her lips. He looked back at the table just in time to see Beth
removing the thing from Barbara and set it back down on the snack table.
"That's my show for tonight girls." Beth said. She then looked at
Cheryl and said "But I'd like to reserve some time to have Barbara entertain
me later. It seems I've being doing all the entertaining so far."
"Oh, for sure, Beth." Cheryl stepped out from behind the camera and
walked over to stand at Barbara's head. "I'm sure Barbara will show her
appreciation AND her respect for you later. Won't you Barbara?"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl" Barbara replied. There was that "respect"
again.
"Good. Now while we all get ourselves together, clean up this table
and get us all another round before assuming your position in the living
room." Cheryl turned away and walked to the living room, grabbing John's arm
and pulling him with h er. "Come on everybody. I think we better get ready
for whatever it is Pam has in mind for Barbara."
As the others went into the living room, Barbara removed the coverings
from the table and straightened the chairs around it. Upon completion of her
cleaning, she poured each of her tormentors another glass of Coke and got John
a fresh beer f rom the fridge, loaded them onto a tray and carried it into the
living room where everyone sat. She felt self conscious as she bent over each
time she offered the tray to one of the guests. Her tits would swing down and
everyone would look at them, then her face, and smile. When she offered John
the beer, his hand went around hers and held it for a brief instant. That
made her feel better. She had noticed John's hard-on through his pants and
the thought that this was exciting him started to arouse her. She remembered
the other night and her orgasm which was the most intense she had ever had.
She chuckled to herself as she thought "At least nobody could tell how wet I
am from my pussy hair." She returned the tray to the kitchen then went back
into the living room and stood in the center of room, hands tightly clasped
behind her head, feet spread apart, eyes straight ahead.
Cheryl walked to the center of the small room, stood in front of
Barbara, and put her hand between Barbara's legs. "What say you get yourself
ready for Pam. Play with your tits and get your nipples nice and hard for
her."
Barbara hesitated a moment then moved her hands down to her tits. As
she massaged her nipples she felt Cheryl's finger enter her and start working
in and out. Barbara was getting hot and her hips began to gyrate, meeting
Cheryl's probing fi nger each time it thrust into her. All of a sudden she
felt the finger completely withdraw from her pussy and reappear on her lips.
She cracked her mouth open and accepted the wet finger into it. As it moved
back and forth against her tongue, Barb ara began to get weak. She was about
to have an orgasm on the spot. Cheryl must have noticed this and withdrew her
finger. She ordered Barbara to put her hands behind her head again.
"I told you girls that she was a hot one, didn't I?" Cheryl
laughingly addressed the group. "Okay Pam let's see what you have in mind for
Barbara, shall we?" As she ended, Cheryl reached around with her hand and
pinched Barbara's butt. Sh e chuckled when Barbara jumped and then went to
her chair and sat down as Pam made her way up to take her place.
Pam circled Barbara slowly and stopped directly in front of her.
"Well.....ever since I saw the pictures of you, I couldn't help but wish I
had been there. Now -- here I am. First, I'm gonna sit down and watch you
dance for us. I want you to imagine that you're dancing for your lover -- I
mean make it sexy. Got It?"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl. err Pam. Yes, Mistress Pam." Barbara's slip
of the tongue caused Pam's eyebrows to raise and Barbara looked at her with
apologetic eyes.
"Don't worry about that little mistake, Barbara. We'll take care of
it later during the punishment session. Now, if you're really sorry, you'll
make this dance just for me, and as sexy as you can be. If I'm pleased with
your performance, I 'll ask Cheryl to go easy on you. If you're ready with
the video camera, Cheryl, I'll put on the music." Pam glared at Barbara and
walked over to one of the two snack tables still covered. She removed the
towel covering it and grabbed a compact di sc, which she inserted into
Cheryl's stereo. She pressed the play button and went back to the sofa where
she sat down.
As soon as she heard the first beats of the conga and bongo drums,
Barbara recognized the song. It was entitled "Jungle Fever" and performed by
a little known group named "Chakachas". Basically, the song consisted of
jungle rhythms and the moaning of a native girl apparently in the throes of
passion. She had expected the music to be something more modern and upbeat
and had no idea how to begin dancing to this. At Pam's stern warning, she
began moving her feet. As the music played, B arbara closed her eyes and
imagined herself as the girl on the recording. She moved around as though she
was against a tree in the jungle and being taken by a large native warrior.
Her hips undulated with the beat of the drums as her hands ran up a nd down
her body. She caressed her breasts, paying particular attention to her
nipples, then brought both hands down between her legs and began caressing her
bald pubic area and vagina. The smell of her own juices and the sound of the
music was tra nsporting her out of the room into the jungle. Her mind began
to lose all sense of reality and got lost in her imagination. She turned
around with her back to the audience and started to caress her buttocks. Her
hands slowly moved over each cheek and then, one by one, ran down the crease
where they came together. She grabbed each cheek, bent forward at the waist,
and spread them apart as her fingers played against first her asshole, then
her pussy. She was so lost in the moment that she had not heard the music
stop. At this point she just wanted to come -- nothing else. Just one big,
earth trembling, body shaking, leg drenching, fucking orgasm. She shoved two,
then three, fingers into her waiting pussy and began pumping her hips int o
them violently until she felt the room spinning and thought she was going to
faint. She came violently, with an unearthly scream and legs buckling as she
sank to the floor in a heap.
The spectators in the room sat mesmerized by Barbara's dance. Cheryl
kept her eye glued to the camera and zoomed the lens in and out as Barbara's
hands worked over her body. Lynn's mouth hung open as she watched Barbara.
Beth, already work ed up from her time with Barbara, couldn't bear it any
longer and let her hand wander under her dress and begin rubbing between her
legs. John was in awe. He had never seen this side of his wife before -- not
even when she had a little to much to d rink. He shot a quick glance around
the room and noticed everyone else seemed as stunned as he was -- especially
Beth. When Barbara fell to the floor, he was ready to jump up and help her
back to her feet but stopped as Pam began to speak.
"Goddam, girl. That was one helluva show you put on. Pam got off the
couch and walked over to the prone Barbara. She grabbed the wrist of the hand
that had just emerged from her cunt and pulled her up to the feet. She held
up the soaked h and for all to see and laughingly said "Look at the mess you
made you made all over your hand. Clean it off -- with your tongue." She
jerked the hand down to Barbara's lips and watched as Barbara began licking
the pussy juice off it. Pam had gotte n hot watching Barbara perform, but she
bathed in the power she had over the older Barbara and was now ready to have
Barbara provide her with her own orgasm. When the hand was clean, she ordered
Barbara to get down on her knees and grabbed a large, black dildo off her
snack tray. She then walked back to the sofa, hiked her mini dress up to her
waist, removed her panties, and sat down on the edge of the couch with her
legs spread wide. She beckoned Barbara to crawl on her knees over to her. "
I'm now going to let you please me with this dildo, Barbara. But, first, I'll
need a little lubricant so it'll go in easy. Since I neglected to bring any,
we'll use your juices you have in your mouth. Start licking me real wet
like." Pam grabbed the back of Barbara's head and shoved it into her crotch.
As Barbara licked, Pam moved her head up and down to assure she licked every
inch. When she was satisfied that she had been "lubed" enough, she pulled
Barbara away from her . She reached do wn and offered the dildo to Barbara's
mouth, large end first. When Barbara opened her mouth to accept it, Pam put
it in about an inch. "You may use your hands to spread my pussy lips apart,
but the dildo must stay in your mouth. Now get to work!"
Barbara leaned forward and as her fingers spread Pam's pussy lips
apart she began inserting the dildo slowly into her. She went slowly at
first. Easing it in a little then back out, each thrust entered Pam a little
further. It wasn't long before she had it all the way in and with each thrust
her upper lip would kiss Pam's clitoris. Pam had grabbed her head again and
pulled it deeper into her thighs. Barbara thought Pam was trying to stuff her
whole head up there. As the pace quicke ned, Barbara felt some hands rubbing
her pussy and anus. The fingers would start to enter each hole then back out.
Soon, the fingers were replaced by a larger, rubber like, object which began
to find its way into her waiting vagina. The tip of the object had no sooner
entered her pussy when she felt another similar object at her ass. She
realized that someone was filling her with a double dildo. At this stage she
not only did not care, she welcomed it. As her head was alternately pushed an
d pulled in and out of Pam's crotch, her hips involuntarily moved back and
forth on the double dildo. She wanted to feel it deep inside her. She
wondered why she felt like this. Everything she had learned growing up told
her she should be repulse d by sex with another woman. The thought of lesbian
sex had always turned her stomach. She had never even dreamed of anal sex.
Now her body had control over her mind and she actually was enjoying it -- no,
craving it. She was on the brink of orga sm again. She wanted to take the
dildo out of her mouth and lick Pam's pussy all over -- even her ass, but the
thought of additional punishment kept her from doing it. Besides, she figured
that before the night was over she'd be told to kiss everyo ne's ass anyhow.
Beth kept pumping the dildo in and out of Barbara's cute little ass
and pussy while she watched her work over Pam. Occasionally she would look
over at John and smile, as if to say "sorry, sucker, she's mine now and you
can't do a thing abou t it". Beth told herself that before the night was over
she was going to have a taste of Barbara's pussy as she would likewise be
tasting hers. She noticed that Barbara was beginning to come again and did
not want that to happen. No, better to kee p her hot and horny for the rest
of night. She withdrew the dildo and set it back down on Pam's table. Before
she got up to return to her seat, she leaned forward and kissed Barbara's
asshole, letting the tip of her tongue wiggle just around the ri m a little.
Lynn was sitting at the edge of her seat watching the action at both
ends when Cheryl whispered the suggestion into her ear. She looked over at
John and saw his hard-on and far-away look in his eyes then turned to Cheryl
and smiled widely as she shook her head up and down signally she'd do it.
Barbara couldn't believe it when she felt the double dildo removed
from her. She needed to come badly, just as Pam was coming now. When she
felt the lips and tongue on her ass, shivers ran up her spine and she
immediately began pumping the dildo into Pam as fast as her head would bob.
Pam responded by thrusting her hips forward and pulling Barbara's head into
them faster and faster. Her moans got louder and louder until they erupted
into a loud OHHHHHHHHHH! Barbara knew Pam had an orgasm and began slowing
her head movements allowing Pam to come down from her high slowly. "Why, oh
why couldn't that be me?" she wondered to herself. She had to come again and
didn't care what she had to do accomplish it. When Pam had quieted do wn,
Barbara removed the dildo from her pussy and knelt there with it still in her
mouth while she waited for further orders.
"Damn, you are good!" Pam finally had caught her breath enough to
speak. "Maybe I can talk Cheryl into selling you to me." She Chuckled.
"No way." laughed Cheryl as she made her way over to the kneeling
Barbara. "Assume your position, Barbara." Barbara got to her feet and placed
her hands behind her head but still held the dildo, dripping with Pam's
juices, in her mouth. C heryl took the end of dildo closest to Barbara's lips
between her thumb and forefinger and pulled it from her. She turned it around
and laid it on Barbara's lips. "Open" she muttered, but it was unnecessary.
Barbara had started to part her lips th e moment the dildo was placed there.
She took the long, thick tool in her mouth as far as Cheryl fed it to her and
greedily lapped the juices from it. Finally, Cheryl removed the dildo and
tossed it onto Pam's table. "Okay, last, but not least, Ly nn has her
chance." With that said, Cheryl glanced over at John and returned to her
video camera.
Lynn strode over to her table and, after removing the cover, took the
lone item on it -- a rather long strap-on dildo. She walked over to John and
asked him to hold it for her while she got ready. John eagerly accepted the
device and watche d with wide eyes as Lynn began undressing right in front of
him. As she undressed, Lynn looked directly at John's eyes. She was very
proud of her body and undressed as sultry as she knew how. John watched as
Lynn removed her blouse and freed her p erfectly proportioned breasts. He
glanced at Barbara and realized she was unable to see them without turning
around. He felt a little relieved and liberated knowing that fact. His eyes
were on Lynn's hands which were now unbuttoning her jeans. As the jeans fell
to the floor, Lynn revealed a perfectly flat, tight stomach and gorgeous
legs. She stepped out of the jeans and thrust her hips forward towards John's
face as she hook her thumbs around the waist of her thong panties and slowly
work ed them down over her hips, pausing as they reached mid thigh and were
below her pussy. She reached out and supported herself with one hand on
John's shoulder while the other hand peeled the panties from each leg. John
had all he could do to keep f rom grabbing her ass and pulling that sweet
looking box to his face. Lynn, for the first time, noticed how big John's
hard on was and, as she let go of his shoulder, she let her hand slide down
his chest and run across his massive cock on their way down to the floor to
pick up her panties. When she was bent completely over with both hands on the
floor, she feigned falling forward and shoved her head into John's crotch.
John felt Lynn's head in his lap and felt her hot breath blow from her lip s,
which were kissing his cock through his pants. Lynn looked up at John's face,
smiled, and brought herself up to her feet. She took the strap-on dildo from
John's hand and strapped it around her waist. She then put her foot on the
leg of John's chair as she ran another strap around her thigh. She knew that
placing her leg up high like that would open her pussy and allow John a
perfect view. When through she repeated the process with the other leg.
Finally, she turned around facing Barbar a's direction and bent forward at the
waist to give John a good look at her ass. Satisfied, she walked over to
Barbara and stood in front of her holding her massive "cock" pointed right at
Barbara's pussy.
"I think, Barbara, that I detected a severe urge on your part to have
an orgasm. Tell me -- are you as hot as you appear?"
Barbara peered at the dildo sticking out from Lynn. She knew what was
coming and welcomed it. "Yes, Mistress Lynn." She answered.
"Good," Lynn moved her hand up and down the shaft and licked her
lips. "because you're about to get fucked like you've never been fucked.
Well, maybe, judging by the size of your husband's snake, you have been. But
at least I'll bet you'v e never been fucked this well by another woman. Get
down on your knees with your forehead on the floor."
"Yes, Mistress Lynn" Barbara replied as she knelt down as ordered.
Lynn Positioned her so that her ass faced John. She felt the air on her wet
pussy and ass and that excited her even more. She waited for the dildo to
invade her pussy and put out the fire inside once more. She was ashamed of
her thoughts, but could no longer control them. She sensed the presence of
Lynn behind her and then felt the tip of the dildo beginning to spread her
vagina. She moved her hips backward to hast en the coupling and felt the
long, thick hunk of rubber making its way to her cervix. She loved the feel
of it. She loved the pleasure it brought her. She loved the thought of being
watched while she came. She loved having John see her getting hu miliated.
For the first time in her life, she LOVED SEX. She always "liked" sex and
always had a good time when she and John would make love, but this was
different. She had never craved an orgasm, never desired to lick another
woman's pussy, neve r wanted to have anything stuck up her ass, never enjoyed
masturbating until tonight. The dildo brought her closer to euphoria with
each thrust. Drool rolled out of her mouth onto the carpet as she began to
move her hips faster and faster and Lynn worked her "cock" in deeper and
rougher. She was nearing orgasm when she felt Lynn's hands on her breasts,
grabbing her nipples and squeezing them. She came again. She came and came.
Her second orgasm of the night left her completely exhausted an d she could no
longer support the weight of Lynn's body on her back. Her legs wobbled and
she crashed into the carpet with Lynn on top of her. The force of impact when
the two girls hit the floor drove the dildo into her hard and she yelled
"OOOHHH H!"
John marveled at the view. The girls were positioned so that
Barbara's pussy was in clear sight and he could see the 12" shaft being sucked
into it and then coming out. With each stroke, Lynn's ass cheeks would
alternately squeeze together then spread apart displaying the tight rosebud
they held between them. He didn't understand how he could have watched all
this sex and still not have come. His balls ached, as if his cock were trying
to pull them away from his body in an attempt to get bigger. He couldn't take
much more.
Lynn felt the orgasm building in Barbara at the same pace as the one
building inside her. The little nubs molded into the base of the strap-on
dildo mashed against her clit with each push and was driving her crazy. She
thought of John watch ing her fuck his wife and that, too, drove her wild.
She wished he would fuck her ass with his big prick at the same time and come
all over her pussy. She loved it when Roger, her husband, would pull out just
before climax and come over her stomach . As her fantasies grew bolder and
wilder, the nubs mashing against her pussy became faster and faster. She was
coming now. As she began orgasm, she gave one last, deep thrust and at the
same instant she buried the dildo all the way into her, she felt Barbara
collapse to the floor with her on top. It had been a violent orgasm. The
best she had in months. She pulled out of Barbara, got groggily to her feet,
undid the dildo from her body, threw it aside and stumbled to the couch where
she pl opped down out of breath.
Barbara laid on the floor completely exhausted. She was confused and
near tears over what had happened this night. She had always considered
herself a person of high morals with complete loyalty to her husband and now
she's been forced to p
erform, what were to her, unspeakable sex acts in front of John and other
spectators. Worse yet was the fact that she had found pleasure in them. She
felt like she was a lower life form and began sobbing in self-pity. "How can
I ever face John as
his wife again?" she asked herself. As the tears began to trickle out of
the corners of her eyes, she saw Cheryl's feet at her head. "No more" she
said to herself. She felt guilty and dirty.
"Rise and shine, sweet thing." Cheryl nudged Barbara with foot.
"It's time for MY part of the show."
Barbara rose to her feet and assumed her position. She felt
overwhelming shame and could not look the others in the face. She hadn't
planned on Cheryl being part of the activities and thought that the evening
was ending. She wondered what humiliation Cheryl had in store for her now,
and whether she could take any more without completely breaking down.
"I've been watching your poor husband over there, Barbara, and I
realize that we must to something to relieve his condition. Don't you agree?"
Cheryl had a taunting slant to her tone.
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara imagined that she would now have to
give John another blow-job in front of everyone.
"Good." Cheryl continued. "John, why don't you free yourself of
those clothes and get ready for some action."
John didn't have to be told twice. He jumped to his feet and within a
minute was completely nude. His huge cock jutted out from between his legs
and glowed a bright pink from the blood that had been rushing to it all
evening. He stood ther e wondering what to do next.
Pam and Lynn looked at John with hungry eyes. Both women wanted a
piece of that hunk. Neither had ever seen such a magnificent example of
manhood in their lives. Beth couldn't take her eyes off Barbara.
"Sit down, John." Cheryl waited until John sat down and then turned
her attention to back to Barbara. "Ok, Barbara. I want you to crawl over to
John on your hands and knees and start sucking on that big dick of his while I
get ready."
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara crawled over to where John was seated
and took the tip of his cock into her mouth. As she worked her lips and
tongue over John's dick, she glanced up at him and saw him staring straight
ahead, not at her. Sh e feared that he had lost all respect for her and
didn't want to see her anymore. What she didn't know was that John was
staring across the room at Cheryl who was busy getting herself nude. She
found out soon enough when she saw Cheryl, completely naked, straddle John's
legs and lower herself onto his lap with her pussy staring directly at
Barbara.
"That's fine, Barbara. Now you can guide that baloney right into my
pussy, but do continue licking his balls while I ride this horse home."
Cheryl chuckled as she raised herself up off John"s lap.
Barbara took John's cock and positioned the tip against Cheryl's
soaking pussy. She held it in place and watched as Cheryl lowered herself
onto it ever so slowly, then rise up again only to start lowering herself onto
it once more. She bega n licking John's balls as Cheryl continuing pumping on
his rod. Her face was only inches away from the action and every time Cheryl
would lower herself, Barbara felt Cheryl's pubic hair on her forehead and then
her labia on her nose. The smell of f emale sex juices were not new to
Barbara any longer, but she now found that they excited her. Not in a sexual
way, she was completely spent this evening and was merely carrying out orders
in a robotic method. Not sexual, but in a strange, forbidden way. Like the
excitement she got as a teenager when she would sneak a smoke when her parents
weren't looking, or skinny-dip in the pool late at night knowing that the
neighbors might be watching.
Cheryl felt John's dick pounding on her cervix and stretching the
walls of her vagina. It was a divine ache. She continued working up and down
as she watched the others. Pam had picked up the vibrator and was working it
in and out of her p ussy while Lynn sat mesmerized by the sights and couldn't
help but rub her small twat. Beth still couldn't take her eyes off Barbara.
Cheryl snapped her fingers at Beth and when she looked up, wagged a finger at
Beth then at Barbara's elevated hips and spread thighs. Beth caught on to the
meaning and crawled over to Barbara's waiting cookie.
Barbara felt someone's hand gently spreading her vaginal lips followed
by the delicate touch of a tongue licking her entire slit and clitoris. She
spread her legs a little wider to allow whoever it was better access. She
enjoyed this. All night long it was her playing the active part and now
someone was actively, tenderly caressing her sex with their tongue. It
thrilled her and she began to lick John's balls a little faster and with more
determination than ever.
Cheryl looked around the room at the orgy unfolding before her eyes
and began pumping faster. She could tell John was nearing climax and pumped a
few more times, very deeply, before reaching down and pulling the cock from
her pussy. She mov ed her hand back and forth over the soaked tool until it
began to throb and she knew John was coming. At that instant, she pointed
down at Barbara's tongue and had her long awaited orgasm as she watch John's
dick spew forth massive amounts of cum ov er his wife's eyelids, nose, lips
and tongue.
For the first time since Cheryl had sat on his dick, John opened his
eyes. He was stunned by what was transpiring before him. The feast was to
much for his mind to decide what entree to look at, and his eyes went from
Lynn masturbating with three fingers in her spread box to Pam, head thrown
back, reaching orgasm with the help of the vibrator, to Beth, nose buried in
his wife's ass, as she licked Barbara's much used cunt and finally to
Barbara's cum covered face. He felt Cheryl's weig ht shift as she leaned
back and rested on his chest. He hated to admit it but Cheryl was one hot
woman and one helluva fuck. In spite of, or maybe it was because of, all
Cheryl had done to his wife, he found a new admiration for this young gal.
Cheryl relaxed against John and watched everyone around her pleasing
themselves in various manners. When it became obvious that all, with the
possible exception of Beth, had reached orgasm, she got off John's lap and
summoned Barbara to join her in the center of the room. When Barbara was
positioned correctly, Cheryl reached behind her to a snack tray and removed
some objects.
"You've done well tonight, Barbara, with the exceptions of a slip of
the tongue and some uncalled for hesitation now and then. In lieu of your
fine performances elsewhere, I've decided your punishment should be light
this time. First, let's hope these clothes pins will help to remind you of
your transgressions and teach you to treat your mistresses with respect."
Cheryl held a clip-on clothes pin in each hand and showed them to Barbara
before opening their jaws and attaching one to ea ch of Barbara's nipples.
She watched as Barbara winced when she released each pin and it squeezed each
nipple almost flat. Cheryl reached back to the snack table and grabbed a
sand paper covered ping-pong paddle. "Secondly, I believe a spanking is in
order here to stress the seriousness of your misdeeds. Tell me, Barbara.
How many whacks do you think you deserve tonight?" Cheryl looked at
Barbara's eyes, filled with pain and shame, and held the paddle up for her to
see. She waited for a r eply.
"I ... I ... I don't know, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara looked
pleadingly at Cheryl as tears began to swell in the corner of her eyes.
"Please, Mistress Cheryl. Don't spank me tonight. I promise it won't happen
again. I've learned to obey y ou and my mistresses. I'll do anything you
want just please, please no spanking and please take these clothes pins off my
nipples. They hurt bad."
"They should hurt, Barbara. That's why we call it 'punishment'. It
wouldn't be much discipline if they felt good. But I still think you should
be spanked. Since you don't know how many strokes of the paddle you deserve,
I have an idea how to settle it. Excuse me." Cheryl left the room and went
to the kitchen. She promptly returned holding a cold cucumber in her hand
which she held up for the sobbing Barbara to look at. "If you can hold this
cucumber in your cunt, with legs spread mind you, for 20 minutes you won't be
spanked. HOWEVER, for each second it is out of your pussy, you'll get one
stroke. When, and if, the cucumber falls, you can bend down, pick it up and
put it back in - then put your hands back behind your head.
I'll count out each second. When the 20 minutes is up, we'll total the
seconds I've counted and that's how many strokes you'll get. Got it?"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl. P...Please ..." Barbara's pleas were cut
short when Cheryl reached out and repositioned the clothes pins on her
nipples. The pain increased when the pins were released but was greatly
magnified when they were reattac hed. Barbara knew that she couldn't possible
hold that big cucumber in her vagina for 20 minutes. The combination of her 2
orgasms and Beth's tongue had made her vagina very slippery.
"No more begging. You'll have your opportunity to beg as you beg each
one here for their forgiveness for your blubbering during this punishment
session when you show them your 'respect'. Are you ready?" Cheryl gritted
her teeth and her ann oyance at Barbara's crying showed.
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl."
"Very well then." Cheryl bent down and prodded Barbara's legs to
spread them a little further apart. After Barbara adjusted her widened
stance, Cheryl began inserting the cucumber into her pussy. It went in with
very little resistance and Cheryl knew it wouldn't stay there long. She
stepped back and pressed the button on her watch to start timing the
"endurance test".
Barbara felt the cucumber begin to slip out of her almost the instant
Cheryl released it. She tried to squeeze her vagina around it and that seemed
to make it want to slide out faster yet. Within the first minute, the cuke
popped out onto t he floor and Barbara rushed down to pick it up and reinsert
it into her twat as Cheryl counted the seconds elapsing out loud. As Barbara
pushed it back in, the girls laughed and shouted advice, telling her to stick
it all the way in. Barbara final ly got back into position as Cheryl's count
reached five. She remembered reading an article in one of John's Penthouse
magazines about Asian women who trained their vaginas to squeeze tight around
an object and she wished now that she paid more atte ntion to it. Again the
damned cuke hit the floor and Barbara, in tears now, raced to get it back in,
much to the delight of the howling spectators. This time Barbara wiped the
cucumber dry on her leg before ramming it into her pussy as far as she c ould.
That seemed to work much better and it remained in longer, but it inevitably
did fall out again and Barbara repeated the process over and over until,
finally, Cheryl signalled that time had run out.
"47 seconds." Cheryl announced to her guests as they all gasped
"ooh". "47 strokes. Now Barbara, had you not thrown a crying fit and said
'10' when I asked you how many strokes you thought you deserved, we probably
would have said "okay". But your pitiful whining cost you 37 more strokes.
Let's see, to round things off, that's 12 strokes from each." Cheryl held
the paddle out towards Barbara and then "readjusted" the clothespins on her
nipples once more. "Now, take this paddle, on your hands and knees, to each
of our guests, starting with Pam, and ask each one to give you your deserved
punishment. When they finish with the paddling, I want you to show them your
respect. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara took the paddle and got down on all
fours.
"Tell me then how you're going to show them your respect." Cheryl
teased.
Barbara's face turned crimson. She not only had to do it, but she had
to tell them out loud that she was going to kiss their asses. "I'm going to
........." She couldn't say the words.
Cheryl grabbed Barbara's hair and yanked her head up. "Yes? Go on.
What are you going to do?"
Barbara, startled by the sudden hair yanking, spit the words out.
"I'm going to kiss their ass, Mistress Cheryl."
"Very good." Cheryl chimed, as her grip on Barbara's hair tightened.
"Describe HOW you're going to kiss their ass, Barbara."
This was unbearable to the poor Barbara. "With my lips and ... and
... my tongue. I'm going to lick their assholes, Mistress Cheryl." Tears
were streaming down Barbara's face now. The combination of Cheryl pulling her
hair and the clothes pins on her nipples didn't hurt as much as having to say
those words.
"Okay. Now get started. And if you know what's good for you, you'll
work that tongue of yours like you've never worked it before. Remember, I'm
last with the paddle and if I don't think you're doing your best, I'll make
sure you won't be a ble to sit for a week. One more thing. I want you to
count each stroke, out loud, followed by "Mistress whoever' so that you won't
forget their names again. Go!" Cheryl stood, still naked, in the center of
the room and watched Barbara crawl over to Pam.
Barbara handed the paddle to Pam and asked her to "Please punish me".
Pam took the paddle and stood up and directed Barbara to turn around and put
her forehead on the floor. When Barbara was positioned, Pam took the first
swing. It wasn't a strong swing and the room filled with boos and chided her
to put more feeling into it. The second blow was harder and began to turn
Barbara's cheeks pink.
As instructed, Barbara counted each stroke with a "Mistress Pam"
following. Each time the sandpaper covered paddle landed, the pain increased
and caused Barbara to lunge forward a bit which, in turn, caused the
clothespins on her nipples to drag on the carpet and pull on her tits causing
even more pain. By the time she had counted the twelfth stroke, Barbara's
cheeks were bright red and very sore. Pam then instructed her to show "her
respect" and got down on her knees with her upper b ody resting on the sofa.
Barbara crawled around to Pam's exposed ass, reached up to spread her cheeks,
and began tonguing her ass.
As Barbara tongued Pam, Cheryl kept shouting instructions. "Work that
tongue faster." "get it in -- deeper --deeper" "use your hands to spread
them cheeks wider so you can get in better." Barbara followed each order
exactly. Partly to av oid the wrath of Cheryl and partly to delay the next
set of blows from the bigger and stronger Beth. Pam began pushing her hips
into Barbara's face harder and harder and Barbara responded by trying to push
her tongue into Pam's ass deeper and deeper . Barbara had mixed feelings when
she heard Cheryl proclaim that was enough for Pam. On one hand she was glad
that part was over, but on the other, her aching butt would now be subject to
more pain.
Finally, it was over. Barbara had been spanked by all three guests
and had licked their asses until her tongue was almost as sore as her
backside which literally glowed like a bright red Chinese lantern. The mere
thought of touching it sent shivers through her body. She had no idea how
she would get by Cheryl's paddling. She held back the sobs and crawled over
to Cheryl, who was now sitting on the arm of John's chair, and offered her
the paddle.
"Please punish me, Mistress Cheryl." she whimpered as she planted her
head firmly into the carpet.
Cheryl took the paddle and moved around to Barbara's elevated rump,
then back to her head. "That sweet little ass of yours looks real sore
Barbara. What would you do if I let you off with no more paddling?"
"Oh, I'd do anything .. anything at all, Mistress Cheryl. Please
don't paddle me any more, Mistress Cheryl. I hurt so much, Mistress Cheryl."
Barbara felt elated that she might not have to go through any more paddling.
She would do just a bout anything to avoid it. Her ass felt like the skin
covering it had been sanded off.
"Start licking my feet." Cheryl watched the agonizing Barbara leap
forward and begin licking her feet. She reveled in the power she held over
the woman and was glorified to display this power to her friends. "That's it.
Just like last tim e. Don't forget to get in between each toe. Now, here's
what I'll do. I'll give you ten minutes to suck my pussy. If I come during
those ten minutes, I'll forgive your spanking and let you show me your
respect, after which, you're done for the ni ght. Agreed?"
Barbara's mouth remained glued to Cheryl's feet as she answered.
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl. I'll make you come, Mistress Cheryl. I promise."
Barbara flung her head between Cheryl's thighs and began moving her tongue
over her mistresses vagina as expertly as she knew how. She tried to imagine
how she would like it done to her and used her hands to spread Cheryl's lips
and allow her tongue access to the clitoris. She was excited to see Cheryl
beginning to respond to her probing and she m oved her tongue back and forth
over Cheryl's vagina as she let a finger begin playing with the puckered rim
of her tormentor's ass. Barbara glanced up to look at Cheryl's face and
noticed John watching her intently. The sight of him watching her do this
rattled her and she shut her eyes and concentrated on avoiding any more
spanking by giving Cheryl the orgasm she wanted. It didn't seem like ten
minutes had passed before Cheryl began to buck her hips uncontrollably and
start moaning. A few s econds later Cheryl grabbed Barbara's head and pushed
it into her cunt as she came wildly. Barbara, hoping to get the night over
with, slowed her tongue and allowed Cheryl to come down from her high. She
then began working on Cheryl's asshole with as much vigor as she had on her
cunt. As she worked her tongue around and into the gleaming rim, Barbara
repeatedly mumbled "I Respect you, Mistress Cheryl. Thank you, Mistress
Cheryl."
John sat staring at the road ahead as he drove home. His wife beside
him sat sore, exhausted and nude. Cheryl had instructed her to remain naked
until she reached home. She also told her to keep the cucumber inside her
pussy during the rid e and that she would find out if she had disobeyed.
Barbara sat and twirled the cucumber between her legs. She wondered how long
this would go on. How long must she endure the humiliation and pain. A
feeling inside her told her it would go on and on. She leaned back against
the seat. Her eyes closed and her mouth formed a wide grin as she dozed.
Future episodes planned are: The Bitching
The Outing
The Descent
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