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The Atonement
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Author's note: This is the conclusion of a 5 part story. If you're wondering
what is happening here, perhaps you should read the beginning 4 parts first.
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THE ATONEMENT
Part 5: The Final Descent
"Hi, Barbara. This is Cheryl."
Barbara's heart starting pounding when she recognized the voice on the
other end of the phone. She had been expecting this call ever since John told
her of Cheryl's future plans. She would panic whenever the phone rang. She
spent endless hours each day thinking of things she could say that would
change this bitch's mind. She vowed to herself that she would be strong and
forceful when the moment came, but now that it was here, her knees began to
buckle and she groped for a chair to sit down in. She opened her mouth to
speak, but no words came out. Her carefully rehearsed speech was lost
somewhere in the deep recesses of her mind and she could only recall images of
her degradation and humiliation at the hands of this woman who was speaking to
her.
"Hello? Are you there? Barbara, speak to me!"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl, I'm here." Barbara began weeping. She had no
idea why she became so weak when confronted by this younger woman who was once
one of her best friends. This girl, who wasn't satisfied with forcing her
to perform the most vile and humiliating sexual acts, was now demanding more.
More, perhaps, than Barbara could give.
"Has John told you about my move?"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl. He told me what you planned to do, but he
didn't give me any details or elaborate any further."
"Oh." Cheryl sounded disappointed. She wanted to tell Barbara
herself just so she could see the expression on her face. "Well, in that
case, I'll be there for lunch today at around 12:30. Don't make anything to
eat, I'll bring it with me. You just get yourself ready, a robe will be
fine, and we'll discuss just exactly what is expected of you and what your
options are."
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara had hardly gotten the words out of
her mouth when she heard Cheryl hang up the receiver. She placed the phone on
the cradle and propped her head against her hand while she recalled what John
had told her.
John did not mince words when he informed her of Cheryl's plans. It
was, after all, a very simple, straight-forward, move. Cheryl was divorcing
Don. Don had agreed to the divorce and to provide her with ample support
money while Cheryl to movie into Barbara's quest room. That was all he said,
and that was all that had to be said. Barbara couldn't help but think that
Cheryl was positioning herself to steal John away from her. She refused to
accept that scenario and would do whatever she had to do to keep John. She
became determined to lay her cards on the table when Cheryl came to lunch and
to, at the very least, voice her opposition to the move. Her mind made up,
she got up from the table and began to get herself prepared for Cheryl.
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Cheryl didn't bother to knock when she arrived at Barbara's house for
lunch. She figured that it was unnecessary since she was about call it her
home as well. She saw Barbara sitting at the table wearing only a robe and
obviously startled b y the sudden intrusion. She laid the bags of Chinese
take-out she purchased for their lunch on the table and walked over to the
cabinets to get the plates and utensils they would need.
"Gee, I thought you'd at least have the table set for lunch, Barb.
You knew I was bringing something for us to eat." Cheryl stated her
disappointment in a calm manner and did not seem to be extremely annoyed.
"I'm sorry, Mistress Cheryl. I've had a lot on my mind lately and I
guess the time just slipped up on me." Barbara got up and went over to help
Cheryl ready the meal. She poured them each a large glass of iced tea and
carried them to the table.
"I guess you have had a lot to think about lately. Let's eat first
and then we'll discuss the situation like rational adults. Okay?"
"Okay, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara agreed.
The two women sat and ate their lunch without muttering a single word
to each other. Cheryl couldn't help but notice how nervous Barbara was as she
picked through her meal. She wondered if Barbara's uneasiness was due to
worry about what humiliation she would have to endure today, or whether it was
brought on by the planned move. When she had finished eating, Cheryl pushed
her plate away and sat watching the trembling Barbara nibble at the plate of
Mandarin Beef and Rice. Finally, the tension between the two women became to
much for Cheryl to bear.
"What's the matter, Barbara? Don't like Chinese?" Cheryl asked while
reaching in her purse for a cigarette.
"No, I mean yes, I like Chinese, Mistress Cheryl. I'm just not used
to eating it for lunch, and I guess I'm a little nervous today." Barbara
replied.
Barbara's nervousness had been evident to Cheryl from the moment she
sat down at the table to eat. She lit the cigarette and drew in a deeply,
exhaling the smoke through her nostrils. She guessed it was time to get on
with explaining the conditions of her move to Barbara. She wasn't quite sure
how to go about it and had hoped for a little push from her "slave" to sort of
get her fired up.
"Well, let's go into the living room and talk about it. I guess it's
best if we clear the air about this move right off." Cheryl got up from the
table and walked into the living room where she sat down on the sofa and
crossed her feet on the coffee table.
Barbara picked up the dishes from the table and placed them on the
counter before biting her lip and proceeding to join Cheryl. When she entered
the living room, Barbara was not sure what she was supposed to do. Thinking
it better to do safest thing, she took off her robe and assumed her position
in the center of the room.
"No need to assume the position just yet, Barbara. Sit down and let's
get whatever it is that's making you nervous off your mind." Cheryl motioned
for Barbara to sit in the chair placed nearest the sofa, and watched as the
naked woman sat. For some reason, Cheryl thought, Barbara looked better now
than when she first saw her nude only about a couple of months ago. She
seemed to look more sensuous than ever before. She studied the woman, nude
but for a dog collar around her neck, for a few moments before beginning.
"Okay Barbara. Tell me what it is that's bothering you. I assume
it's about my new living arrangements. If it is, I want to know what you find
so troubling." Cheryl took another drag on the cigarette before crushing it
out in the ashtray.
"Well, Mistress Cheryl, I ..."
"Let's cut out the formalities for the moment, Barbara. Call me
Cheryl." Cheryl was hoping to get Barbara to open up and drop her guard.
Well, Cheryl, I really don't know what to expect -- or what you expect
of me. I mean, I've done everything you've asked me to do so far, even though
I found most of them disgusting. The only thing that got me through most of
those things wa s knowing that it would be over soon and I'd be back home and
away from it all. Now, if you're living here, will there ever be an end? I
don't think I could live every moment like that." Barbara began to cry and
covered her eyes to avoid having to face Cheryl directly. "One more thing, I
can't help but think that you're trying to take John away from me. I can't,
.... I won't, let that happen . Believe me, I'll do whatever I have to do to
prevent that from happening. I mean, I'll resort to any means within me to
stop it."
Having said her piece, Barbara wiped the tears from her cheeks and sat
back in her chair to await Cheryl's reply. She couldn't stop her hands from
trembling and attempted to hide the quivering by rubbing them together. She
watched Cheryl lean back on the sofa, uncross her legs and spread them
slightly apart. She didn't know why, but her eyes were drawn immediately to
the spot under Cheryl's dress where her legs came together. She noticed that
Cheryl wasn't wearing any underclothing a nd that caused her, for reasons
unknown to Barbara, to become aroused. Embarrassed, Barbara blushed and
quickly shifted her eyes to Cheryl's face.
Cheryl saw Barbara staring under her dress and noticed her face
turning beet red. She had hoped Barbara would provide her with an opening
where she could announce her full plans to her. What she got was more than
she had hoped for. She took her legs off the table and sat upright.
"Barbara, I want you to move the coffee table aside and come sit on
the floor between my feet while I answer you."
Still trembling, Barbara got up and did as Cheryl requested. She sat
down between Cheryl's feet and looked up at her face, waiting for an answer.
"First of all, Barbara." Cheryl began, "Since you feel that way about
John, you've already narrowed you options down to one. That option is you
remain married to John and do all the nice little things that married couples
are supposed to do, with the exception that you will also do whatever I tell
you to do. Every night, after putting the kids to bed, you are to get
yourself ready and report to me here in the living room -- nude, of course.
On those nights when I have a date or other plans, you are to wait up for me,
again nude and ready. When John is present, you will also do whatever he
desires, but you must remember that I am your mistress and have absolute
control over you. You will be required to do whatever may amuse me a t the
moment, and to accept whatever punishment I decide is fitting. From time to
time, I may have company of my own over for the evening. They may be male or
female, but their presence will not be an excuse for your not reporting here
as scheduled . On occasion I may make arrangements for you to appear
elsewhere, without me or John. You will go where ever I say and do whatever
it is that I instruct you to do. I may forbid you to sleep in your bed with
John. I may have you sleep with me, or in my bed while I sleep in yours with
John, or even on the floor. You will do so without question or hesitation.
These rules also apply during the day while the kids are in school. If you
accept these conditions, you can remain here as John's wife and mother of his
children. If you do not accept them, John and I have decided that he would
leave you and file for divorce. With the photos and 'witnesses' we have, we
should have no problem convincing the courts that you are not a fit parent."
Cheryl paused to light another cigarette and to allow her words to
sink in. She watched Barbara's head drop to her chin and heard the sobs
escaping from her lips.
"On the other hand," she continued, "it won't be all that bad. I'll
pay a fair price for my room and board and, if I have the time, help out with
the housework. There may be times when you and John need to get out by
yourselves and I'll be available to watch the kids for you. That is if I
haven't made plans of my own. Just remember when you return, you must present
yourself to me no matter what the time." Another pause and a drag from the
cigarette. "So, Barbara, do you agree to th e conditions?"
Barbara couldn't stop her sobbing. What possible choice did she have?
She thought about how this had all begun and how she just kept getting deeper
and deeper, as though she had been caught in a whirlpool and she was being
dragged further a nd further down into the depths. She was shocked to learn
that John had actually agreed to leave her and take her kids with him if she
did not agree to these despicable terms. She wished he were here now so that
she might confront him and see for h erself if Cheryl were telling the truth.
She couldn't afford to take the chance of refusing the conditions set forth by
Cheryl. Life would be hell under the stated terms, but it would be completely
unbearable under the alternate circumstances.
"Yes, I accept, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara had forgotten that she had
been excused from addressing Cheryl as "mistress". It came out of her mouth
instinctively.
"I thought you would." Cheryl was beaming. In the beginning, she had
no idea that her little plot would eventually lead to the total domination of
Barbara. She had gotten rid of her husband, finally succeeded in snaring John
for sex anytim e she wanted, and had a slave to satisfy whatever whim or
curiosity she craved at the moment. These outcomes, coupled with the fact
that the alimony that Don had agreed to pay her would allow her to live
comfortably without having to work, caused he r to love her life more than
ever before.
"Now, about all those 'disgusting' acts you had to perform. Maybe you
should look at the pictures and videotapes again. As I recall, those
'disgusting' acts seemed to arouse you quite a bit at the time. In fact, if
I'm not mistaken, those 'disgusting' acts seemed to provide you with some very
heavy-duty orgasms." Cheryl paused and looked at the red faced Barbara
sitting at her feet.
"And don't for a moment think that I didn't notice you staring up my
dress a moment ago." Cheryl spread her legs wide apart and continued. "Look
now, Barbara. Look up my dress and tell me what you see."
Barbara raised her head and peered up Cheryl's dress. She stared at
Cheryl's vagina and watched it become moist. She could just faintly pick up
the scent of the juices beginning to ooze from within. Cheryl was right.
Barbara was getting a roused again.
"I see your pussy, Mistress Cheryl"
"Describe it to me Barbara. Tell me, in detail what you see." Cheryl
was smiling.
"I see your pussy. It's snuggled between your legs and hidden by
wisps of curly hair. It's getting damp and I can smell its juices." Barbara
continued to stare between Cheryl's legs, unable to turn her eyes away.
"Do you like the way my pussy looks?"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara began blushing again.
"Tell me, Barbara. Is the smell beginning to excite you?"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl."
"Would you like to kiss it?"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl."
"Then ask me to allow you to, Barbara. Beg me to let you kiss and
lick my pussy. Tell me what you'll do to repay me for allowing you such
pleasure."
"Please, Mistress Cheryl. Please let me lick and kiss your pussy. I
want to so much, Mistress Cheryl. Please let me lick you until you come. I
promise I'll do anything you ask me to do. I'll lick you all over, even your
ass, Mistress Che ryl. I'll suck your titties real nice. Please, please let
me lick you, Mistress Cheryl."
Barbara couldn't believe the words she heard were coming from her
lips. She couldn't believe that she actually wanted to lick Cheryl's vagina -
- would do anything to place her mouth on that spot. Three months ago, she
would have vomited at the thought of being forced to do such a thing. Now,
she craved it, was drawn to its sensual aroma, desperately wanted to feel its
warm moistness against her lips. She looked up at Cheryl's face and pleaded
with her eyes.
"I'd like that very much, Barbara." Cheryl moved her hand down and
pulled up the hem of her dress exposing herself completely to Barbara. She
began to rub her hand up and down her vagina while Barbara watched. "Yes, I'd
love to feel your t ongue on my pussy and my asshole again, but I don't think
you deserve it right now. For now, you'll have to be content with
masturbating yourself and licking your own juices off your fingers. Maybe
later I'll let you kiss my pussy, but not now. La y down at my feet and start
fingering yourself. When I tell you to, take your hand out of your pussy and
put it in your mouth and suck all the juices off."
"No, Please, Mistress Cheryl. Please let me lick you. I like that so
much better." Barbara pleaded as she clutched onto Cheryl's leg.
Cheryl leaned forward and grabbed Barbara's hair.
"Shut up and do as you are told!"
Visibly shaken and disappointed, Barbara slid down and laid on her
back with legs spread wide. Her hand began playing with her own vagina.
Within moments she felt Cheryl's foot on her lips. She opened her mouth and
began playing her tongue across her mistresses toes before sucking them into
her mouth. She had three fingers inside herself and was beginning to pump
them furiously as her hips bucked upwards trying to drive them in deeper.
Her head bobbed back and forth as she sucked Ch eryl's toes as though they
were a cock. She felt the orgasm coming and began moaning as it began its
crescendo. As the orgasm was reaching its peak, Barbara felt Cheryl's hand
pulling hers away from its task.
"That's enough for now, Barbara. Now clean that hand off." Cheryl
said.
Barbara quickly put her hand into her mouth and greedily licked and
sucked the juices from them. She wanted to get them clean quickly so that she
would be allowed to continue her masturbation.
"My, my, Barbara. That's disgusting. I thought you didn't like to do
disgusting things. Do you want to stop now, or do you want to continue doing
disgusting things?" Cheryl smugly asked.
"Yes, Please, Mistress Cheryl. I'll do more disgusting things.
Please. I've got to cum." Barbara begged with desperation. Her mind was
focused on her orgasm, and her orgasm only.
"Fine. Start licking your nipples. If I like the way you do it, I'll
let you do something else disgusting."
Barbara's hands cupped her breasts and pushed them upwards. She bent
her neck as far forward as she could and stretched her tongue to its limit as
she began licking her own nipples. She frantically licked each nipple as she
worked her finge r over the one not being tongued at the time. As she licked
and massaged her tits, her hips continued to push forward searching for
fulfillment.
""Okay, Barbara. You do such disgustingly good work with your tongue.
Now let's see you work your fingers in your ass. You like playing with your
ass, don't you?"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl. I like it very much." Barbara quickly moved
her hands down to her ass and began working two fingers into the tight
opening.
"What do you think now, Barbara? Do you think this is so disgusting?"
"No, Mistress Cheryl. I mean, yes. It's disgusting, but I like it."
Barbara answered. She knew it was disgusting but, at this moment, she wanted
to do it.
Cheryl watched Barbara work her fingers in and out of her ass as fast
and as hard as the poor girl could. When it became obvious that she was once
again nearing climax, Cheryl decided to end it.
"That's enough! I think I've made you do enough disgusting things
today. Put your hands behind your head."
Barbara's eyes slammed shut as she shook her head from side to side.
She couldn't believe Cheryl had ordered her to stop now. She was so close.
Reluctantly she removed her fingers from deep inside her ass and clasped both
hands behind her head. When she opened her eyes, she saw Cheryl light another
cigarette and stare at her. Guilt was coming over her again. It seemed the
guilty feelings were occurring with greater frequency lately. She hated it.
She hated being forced to endure these degradations that made the guilt come
back. She laid there quietly, assessing herself, while Cheryl smoked her
cigarette and watched. Cheryl's glare made her even more uncomfortable and
caused the guilt to increase. Despite all the guilt and humiliation, Barbara
still felt her body craving an orgasm. She had come so close -- to close to
stop now. She blushed bright red as she looked at Cheryl staring at her
crotch, but she was also getting off on being watched. She had only one wish
at the moment. She wished Cheryl would let her continue masturbating.
Cheryl crushed out the cigarette and stood up while she smoothed her
dress. She looked at the prone Barbara and placed the toe of her shoe against
the slave's vagina. This gesture drew an immediate response from Barbara as
her hips moved ag ainst the pointed shoe in a futile attempt to drive it into
her.
"I shall be moving in this Saturday." Cheryl finally broke her
silence and spoke in a very business like tone. "John will be helping me move
my things so it shouldn't take all that long. Just be ready for me Saturday
night. Until then, yo u are not to have sex with anyone -- including John.
Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara replied. She was genuinely
frustrated and, at the same time, embarrassed.
"See you then." Cheryl grabbed her purse and walked out the door
leaving Barbara lying on the floor, nude, with hands clasped behind her head.
Barbara remained on the floor until she heard Cheryl's car start and
pull out of the driveway. She got herself up and looked out the window to
confirm that Cheryl had indeed left before she walked into the kitchen and
opened the refrigerator . She grabbed the Kielbasa she had bought to replace
the one put to other uses by Julie. She set the sausage on the cutting board
and made one, clean, cut. She picked up the two pieces of meat and carried
them into her bedroom.
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The rest of the week went by without incident. John would come home
from work, eat supper and retreat to the basement where he would continue with
his remodeling project until bed time. Barbara tended to her duties around
the house as norma l. Normal meaning the physical aspects of day to day
routine. Mentally, she was anything but normal. She thought about her last
visit from Cheryl often. She couldn't believe that she had actually let her
body take control of her mind to the exten t that she was begging to lick
Cheryl's pussy and ass. Each time the memory came to mind, she would visibly
shake and start to sob. Her current state of mind caused her to worry almost
every waking moment. She worried about what she had become and about her
marriage to John. The two of them had hardly spoken to each other since he
told her about Cheryl moving in. Since that time, she had strong doubts about
his love and concern for her. She dreaded to think of what would become of
the marr iage once Cheryl was living with them.
On Saturday morning, over the morning coffee, John had announced that
he was finished with the basement. He told Barbara that everything looked
real nice and that he would give her the "grand tour" when he had finished
moving Cheryl's belong ings in. The announcement seemed to cheer Barbara up
and add a special glow to what was the beginning of a very dark day to her.
She couldn't wait to see the kids playroom and her laundry room. It would be
so great not to have the kid's toys lying all over the living quarters. She
wanted to start moving the toys and laundry supplies down immediately, but
John told her no and ordered her, to clean the spare room one more time before
the furniture arrived. Her disappointment was evident and s he didn't have to
tell him, but she did anyway. She saw no reason to clean the room again.
After all, she had just spent an entire day cleaning and hanging brand new
drapes in the room when after he had finished repainting it less than a month
ago. His reply shocked her. In so many words he had said that he didn't give
a damn about what she thought. He wanted the room spotless and smelling like
it had been freshly cleaned when Cheryl arrived. Barbara didn't argue. She
did not want to star t the day off on a bad foot as far as John was concerned.
In between getting the kid's breakfast and breaking up their spats,
Barbara was able to get Cheryl's room finished just as she heard John pull the
U-haul truck into the drive. She walked into the kitchen and looked out the
window. John was swinging the truck doors open as Cheryl pulled her car into
the drive. She saw Cheryl stop and talk to John briefly before walking to the
back door. Barbara quickly turned on the coffee pot and pretended she was
busy straightening the kitchen as Ch eryl entered the room.
"Whew! I'm glad that's over." Cheryl exclaimed as she plopped down
at the kitchen table. "I sure am glad to get the hell out of that place and
out of Don's life. How are you doing, Barbara? Didja' miss me?"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara answered as she carried the sugar and
creamer, along with three cups, over to the table.
"Good! I'm glad to hear that, because I've got a big night planned
for us all tonight." Cheryl ran her hand up Barbara's dress as she set the
tray on the table. "But, like I said, as long as the kid's are up and around,
it's just plain 'Ch eryl'." She put one finger into the leg of Barbara's
panties and snapped the elastic. "This, though, is a no-no at any time! From
now on, you will wear absolutely NO underclothing unless you have my express
permission to do so. I suggest you remo ve them right this minute. Are you
wearing a bra, too?"
"No, I don't have a bra on. I rarely wear one when I'm just cleaning
around the house." Barbara said as she slid the panties off her legs and
placed them in Cheryl's open hand.
"Good. I never did either. Bend down and open your mouth." Cheryl
said as she balled Barbara's panties in her hand. When Barbara bent down with
her mouth open, Cheryl inserted the panties into her mouth. "Keep them there
until the kids c ome in, or I tell you to remove them."
Barbara's eyes started to tear and she went to the coffee pot and
filled three cups with the dark brew. She was carrying them to the table when
John entered.
"Oh! Thank God! Barb, you read my mine. I'm dying for a cup of
coffee. How have the kids been?" John sat at the table and waited for
Barbara to bring the coffee and answer him. When she set the coffee in front
of him, he looked up and sa w the tears in her eyes. Barbara opened her mouth
and he saw why she had not answered. He stood up and pried the panties out of
her mouth and threw them down on the table in front of Cheryl.
"Look, Cheryl, we agreed that this stuff would not take place while
the kids were around and could see." John was annoyed. "Let's not start this
new relationship off on a bad foot. Okay? I agreed to whatever you wanted,
but I'll not take even the remotest chance that my kids will notice something
out of place."
Cheryl was surprised by John's outburst. She gathered Barbara's
panties into her hand and looked at Barbara.
"You're right, John. I apologize. I must not have been thinking
clearly when I put them in her mouth where the kids might notice them." A
smile came over Cheryl's face. "Come here, Barbara, and spread your legs."
Barbara walked over to Cheryl and spread her legs as Cheryl reached
under her dress and pushed the wadded material into her vagina. She looked
over at John and began to sob again.
"That will do for now. Later, we'll put them back in your mouth."
Cheryl smugly looked Barbara in the eye and began to sip her coffee.
The trio finished their coffees without much else being said. John
was the first to get up from the table and exclaimed "there was work to do"
as he left for the truck. Barbara and Cheryl walked out behind him and began
giving him a hand in loading the furniture onto the hand cart. When the last
load had been taken into the house and put in it's place, John closed the
truck doors and climbed into the driver's seat advising Cheryl to follow him
to the truck rental agency and drive him home. He then told Barbara to start
supper and get the kids cleaned up. Barbara nodded in the affirmative and
walked back into the house to begin dinner as John and Cheryl left. While
preparing the meal, Barbara thought about taking the panties ou t of pussy,
but feared that, somehow, Cheryl might notice that she had done so and
inflict further punishment. She left them in place and put up with the
discomfort while she went about her duties.
Later that afternoon, after the dishes had been washed and put away
and the kids bathed and put to bed, Barbara informed Cheryl that she was going
in to take her shower and asked what she should wear.
"I don't think clothing will be necessary tonight." Cheryl replied
with a sly grin.
"I'm going to have to take these out to douche, you know." Barbara
spat out while pointing to her pussy.
"Now let's get something straight right away." Cheryl angrily shot
back. "The kids are in bed and I am now 'Mistress Cheryl'. Got it?"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara meekly answered. "What about my
panties, Mistress Cheryl?"
"When you're all finished with everything else, call me. I'll come in
and take care of the panties. Until then, leave them right where they are!"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl". Barbara said with head bowed. "Mistress
Cheryl, may I ask a favor?"
"What is it?"
"Mistress Cheryl, John just got done remodeling the basement and I've
been dying to see it. Would you please let him show it to me?"
"Oh, yes. I've heard about it. Of course, Barbara. When you're
through getting ready, we'll all go downstairs and have a look. I'm rather
anxious to see it myself." Cheryl turned to John and winked.
Barbara went to the bathroom and began her shower. She carefully
washed her body and shampooed her hair then shaved her legs and pubic area.
When through, she dried herself off, brushed her teeth before blow drying her
hair, applied a basic amount of make-up and replaced the dog collar around
her neck. Satisfied that she could no longer put off the inevitable, she
walked to the living room and told Cheryl that she was ready to douche.
"Let's all go see the basement first." Cheryl exclaimed.
Barbara followed John down the stairs as Cheryl brought up the rear.
John's face was aglow with pride as he displayed the play room, pointing out
the built in toy boxes and color television with its own VCR. He described
how he had insulate d the room to prevent the sound from spreading through the
house and how he chose the paint for the walls so that the kids could use
their crayons on them and the marks could be easily wiped clean. After the
playroom, he took equal pride in presenti ng his workshop, describing every
detail, without noticing the boredom on the women's face. Next, came the
laundry room. It was everything Barbara asked for and more. It was large and
featured ample space for the ironing board and iron with a clot hes rack, for
hanging clothes, running the entire length of one wall. The best feature was
the built in laundry chute, which allowed Barbara to throw dirty clothes
through a door in a central location upstairs, and have them fall into a
basket near the washer. A small TV shelf was mounted on a shelf in the far
corner. Barbara was beside herself with glee and was oblivious of her nudity
and situation. As she looked around the room, she noticed another door on the
wall to her right. She walke d up to it and attempted to turn the handle. It
was locked.
"Where does this go to? Back to the play room?" Barbara spun around
and asked John.
"Uh, no. That's a separate room." John appeared ill at ease when
asked about the room. "We, Cheryl and I, decided that there should be another
room ..."
"Yes," Cheryl interrupted. "You see, we thought that it would be
better to have a room for us adults to use. You know, sort of a 'recreation
room'. Do you have the key, John?" She held out her hand toward John.
"Yeah, I have it right here." John fumbled through his pockets and
retrieved a ring with several keys on it. He leafed through the set and
picked out the one for the door and handed it to Cheryl.
Cheryl inserted the key into the lock and with a twist, opened the
door. She flipped a light switch on the wall and stepped aside.
"After you, Barbara. After all, this room was really intended for
your use." Cheryl spread her arm out into the room.
Barbara entered the room and immediately gasped out loud. Her hands
flew up to cover her nose and mouth and tears began to flow once more. "Oh,
no. Oh, no." were the only words she muttered as she looked around the room.
It resembled a me dieval torture chamber equipped with devices similar to
those she saw at the leather goods shop. In the corner to her left was a
small cabinet atop of which sat a TV and video recording equipment. Along the
same wall was a large laundry basin and a bove it a shelf. On the shelf was
an assortment of enema bags and a douche bulb. The wall directly in front of
her was left uncovered and the cinder blocks were painted a dark gray. A
number of large hooks and eye bolts were anchored into the wall at various
positions. On the wall to her right hung belts, ropes, chains and the cat of
nine tails she remembered Cheryl purchasing. Also against that wall stood a
small chest of drawers. In the center of the room were two objects which were
alie n to Barbara. One looked similar to a doctors examination table,
complete with stirrups. The other object appeared to be hand made and
resembled a carpenter's saw horse. It had a slightly wider board across the
top which was padded and covered wit h leather. One end was shorter that the
other, as though the horse were kneeling. Near the bottom of each leg were
eye bolts. Barbara looked up at the ceiling and saw that large wood beams ran
across it. From several of the beams hung chains and pulleys. She dropped
her head and moved her hands upward to cover her eyes as she cried.
"This room, Barbara, was originally designed as a punishment room for
those occasions when you require discipline." Cheryl said as she walked to
the center of the room and faced her slave. "We put a lot of thought into
designing it because we believed it would be in frequent use. The entire room
is sound proof so that your cries will not be heard by anyone who may be in
another part of the house. To your right, next to the light switch, is a
intercom from which we can monitor what is going on upstairs. You know, the
kids, or the doorbell, etc. We were so thrilled with the way it came out that
we decided to add the video equipment and utilize it to record your
punishments and humiliations. How much time you spend in this room depends
almost entirely on you. There may be times that we will utilize the room for
recording or other things that aren't connected with punishment, but, for the
most part, you should fear this room and what it represents."
Barbara did not have to hear those last words to know that this is one
room she did not ever want to see again. It was the only room that retained
the hard concrete floor and the cool dampness that went along with it. She
shivered as the da mpness on her bare feet caused a chill to run through her
body and she thought about the things that might take place here.
"I guess now would be a good time to take care of those panties and,
perhaps, christen the room, Barbara." Cheryl stood with her arms folded
across her chest and looked at Barbara. The sight of the woman standing
there, nude, quivering, sob bing, in utter despair over her situation, gave
Cheryl a rush. The power she held over this beautiful, young, woman caused
her to experience an exhilaration like none she had never known. The mere
thought of having a cowering slave ready to lick he r feet, or anything else,
on command, created an immediate flow of juices to soak her pussy.
Barbara looked at Cheryl, then John with a surprised, hollow, gaze.
She had done nothing wrong. She did nothing that would call for her
punishment. She was about to say so, but thought that might give them reason
to escalate their plans fo r her in this room. Instead, she looked back at
Cheryl and spread her legs wide.
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl."
"Well? What are you waiting for? Get them out of your pussy!"
Cheryl demanded.
Barbara reached down and inserted her thumb and forefinger into her
pussy and grabbed the edge of the panties. She was surprised at how wet they
had become and how easily they slid out of her. She held them out towards
Cheryl, gripping them with the same two fingers she used to retrieve them
from within her.
"What are you handing them to me for? I don't want those smelly
things. Don't you remember where they were supposed to go?" Cheryl smirked
as she glanced over at John, then thought of something and held up her hand in
a halting gesture. " Oh, wait! Dammit, John. We should have this on video
tape. Let's start over. John set up the equipment and Barbara, put them back
in your pussy."
John hurried over to the recording equipment and began to set
everything up as Barbara began inserting the panties back into her vagina.
She used her index finger to gingerly poke the wet, slimy material back from
where she had just pulled t hem. She turned to face the video camera, and
John, as Cheryl ordered and waited for the command to restart her
"performance".
"Ok, Barbara, let's run through this." Cheryl began. "When I say
'Action!', what are you going to do?"
"I'm going to pull the panties out of my pussy, Mistress Cheryl."
Barbara shakily replied.
"Yes, yes. And then what?"
Barbara was befuddled. She had no idea what she was to do next.
"I ... I don't know what next, Mistress Cheryl"
"Don't you remember where I put them first, before I stuck them in
your pussy? Don't you remember my telling you that they would be put back
there later? Now, where are you going to put them after you pull them out
from your cunt?"
"My ... my ... mouth?, I should put them in my mouth, Mistress
Cheryl?"
"See? You do remember. It's amazing how well your memory functions
when punishment looms ahead. Are we ready yet, John?"
John nodded affirmatively. Barbara was momentarily blinded when John
turned on the camera's bright lights. She stood there in the lights' heat and
waited for Cheryl's signal. At the command, she reached back into her pussy
and retrieved he r panties again. She held them up to the camera at Cheryl's
prompting and watched as John worked the zoom in and out. She was humiliated
beyond belief when she saw the lens pan over and zoom in on her face. A prod
on her ass from Cheryl and Barbar a opened her mouth and brought the stinking,
wet panties closer. She smelled her juices mingled with the sweat accumulated
through a day's worth of housework. Her stomach wrenched and began to feel
queasy as the first fringe entered her mouth and t ouched her tongue. Cheryl
whispered asides to Barbara, telling her to face the camera, stuff them
entirely into her mouth, smile, etc., etc. When Barbara closed her mouth,
making the panties disappear from the camera's view, the camera stopped roll
ing and Cheryl applauded. The hot lights, however, stayed lit.
"Now we can finish cleaning you up. Douche time, Barbara, then enema
time. Isn't this fun, Barbara?"
Barbara's attempted reply came out as an unintelligible muffle which
caused Cheryl and John to laugh almost hysterically. Cheryl took Barbara's
arm and led her over to the sink while John started the camera rolling again
and followed the wom en. Barbara, tears streaming down her cheeks, was forced
to face the camera and smile, allowing just a wisp of the panties to protrude
from between her teeth, as Cheryl readied the douche and enema. Her eyes
widened when Cheryl held up the enema no zzle in front of them and applied a
thin coating of KY Jelly.
Cheryl ordered Barbara to turn around and bend over, keeping her legs
spread wide. Barbara complied. Cheryl then ordered her to reach around and
spread her cheeks "real wide for the camera". Embarrassed, humiliated and
sobbing, Barbara aga in complied. She felt the nozzle enter her ass and the
accompanying flow of water begin to fill her. Within seconds, she felt the
large douche tip slide easily into her sopping wet vagina. The liquid shot up
to her cervix and rushed back down, cre ating a trickling stream of vinegar
and water to flow down her legs and form a puddle around both of her bare
feet. She felt Cheryl squeeze her labia around the nozzle in a vain attempt
to stem the flow.
Barbara was at the point where she found it almost impossible to hold
any more of the enema inside her. She felt it begin to leak out her rectum
and dribble down across her vagina where it mixed with the douche escaping her
cunt and flowed t
o the floor. Suddenly, she felt Cheryl's hand on the enema nozzle and
breathed a slight sigh of relief. Cheryl ordered her to use one hand to
squeeze her pussy shut as she removed the douche nozzle. Barbara took one
hand from her buttocks and squ eezed her pussy as tightly as she could as
Cheryl slowly removed the nozzle from it. Cheryl then pushed a butt plug, the
large, penis shaped one purchased at the adult novelty store, into Barbara's
other hand and told her to get ready to insert it a s soon as the enema nozzle
was removed. It was all Barbara could do to get the butt plug into her ass as
quickly as necessary to stop the water from gushing out. Still bent over, ass
to the whirring camera, one hand squeezing her vagina while the o ther held
the butt plug in place, Barbara wept profusely.
Barbara stood and faced the camera as directed to by Cheryl. Her
crying had made it necessary for her to breathe through her mouth which, in
turn, had allowed the wad of panties to protrude. She found it impossible to
smile for the camera as Cheryl again ordered and managed only a sympathetic,
tear filled, smile. The image of her standing there, in that predicament,
caused John and Cheryl to break out in laughter once more. As soon as Cheryl
allowed her to, Barbara made a quick das h to the bathroom to get rid of the
liquids that filled her. She heard the continued laughter while she ran and
Barbara wanted to die.
Cheryl was standing next to the saw horse contraption when Barbara
returned. In her hands, Cheryl held what appeared to be several leather dog
collars similar to the one around Barbara's neck. The only difference being
the ones in Cheryl's hands were wider and shorter than the one Barbara wore.
Barbara soon learned that these "collars" were, in actuality, wrist and ankle
cuffs. As Cheryl strapped them on her arms and legs, Barbara noticed that
each cuff sported its own snap clasp whi ch dangled freely. When completed
with her task, Cheryl stepped back and pondered her handiwork.
"Well I think they really look good on you Barbara. They go so well
with your collar and seem to put the finishing touches on you. In fact, I
like them so much I'm going to insist you wear them every evening when you
present yourself. It m ight save us a lot of time." Cheryl reached forward
and freed a clasp which had gotten snagged on one of the studs adorning a
wrist cuff. She placed her hand under Barbara's chin and raised her down-cast
eyes up to meet hers. She stared deeply int o them as Barbara did to hers.
"John tells me he always fantasized about fucking you in the ass,
Barbara." Cheryl spoke in low, gentle tones. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?
You'd love to feel John's big cock stretching your asshole, huh?
Barbara, unable to speak through the panties, nodded her head up and
down as tears began flowing again.
"Yes, I thought so. You, being the slut you are, would certainly
enjoy anything being shoved up your ass. Well, take those panties out of your
mouth and crawl over to him and get him ready. Take his pants off and start
sucking him until he 's good and hard."
Barbara dropped to her hands and knees and crawled over to John. As
soon as she undid his belt and began to unzip his fly, she noticed that John
needed no further attention to get ready. His cock had swollen to its limit
and pushed its way through the opening in his boxer shorts when she pulled his
pants down. She hooked her finger into the waistband of his underwear and
pulled them down to his pants, already at his ankles. John stepped out of
both and stood before her. She gently c radled his testicles with one hand
and used the other hand to begin feeding his cock over her flicking tongue and
into her mouth. She sucked his cock deep into her mouth, until she felt the
tip banging against the back of her neck. Her head bobbed a
nd her hand feverishly massaged his balls. She felt John's hands on the back
of her head as he held her firmly while thrusting his hips forward in an
attempt to drive his hard cock deeper and deeper into her. In what seemed
like only a few moment s after she had begun sucking, Barbara felt Cheryl
hands pulling her backwards.
"Whoa. I said 'get him ready', not 'get him off'." Cheryl exclaimed
as she pulled Barbara away from John's cock and lifted her to her feet.
"Let's see how this table works now, shall we?"
Cheryl pulled Barbara over to the sawhorse and made her straddle it at
its high end then lie down on her stomach across the narrow beam connecting
the two sets of legs. When Barbara was in position, Cheryl bent down and
fastened the snaps on the wrist and ankle cuffs to the eye bolts screwed into
the table's legs. In this position, Barbara's head was barely 18 inches off
the floor, about knee high, while her rump jutted upwards offering anyone
behind her a perfect view of her rear end and vagina. Cheryl stepped back to
survey the scene and decided the bench needed repositioning. She bent back
down and began turning a small crank handle connected to a worm gear that ran
the length of the table. As she cranked, the table's legs s pread wider
apart causing the entire unit to move lower and the victim's arms and legs to
spread wider and wider. When she noticed Barbara begin to wince in pain from
the spreading of her legs, Cheryl stopped cranking and stepped back again for
anot her look. This time Barbara's head was almost touching the floor while
her legs were spread so wide that they had actually begun to pull her labia
and anus open.
"Perfect!" Cheryl announced. She walked behind the outspread Barbara
and slowly pulled out the butt plug still firmly in place. "She's all yours,
John."
John moved in behind Barbara and pointed the end of his dick at the
puckered hole before him. Cheryl, in the meantime, moved over to the video
camera and pressed the buttons that caused it to hum once more.
"Wait a minute!" Cheryl interrupted. "Damn! I'm so excited I'm
forgetting everything tonight." She went over to the cabinet behind Cheryl
and took out the large black vibrator. As she began to insert it into
Barbara's dripping vagina, sh e turned the switch on the bottom and the
vibrator started humming and vibrating intensely. The vibrating startled
Barbara and she lurched forward uncontrollably.
"OK! Now you're ready, John" Cheryl said, as though the fact needed
a final, firm statement to assure its accuracy.
Barbara felt the tip of John's cock against her anus again. This
time there was no interruption, no pause, no sudden withdrawal, no orders or
vocalizing. Just the pressure and the pain as the huge tool slowly inched
its way past the tigh
t opening. Once the tip had made it way past the rim, the rest of the cock
followed easily. She felt its length deep within her belly. She felt it
pressing against the vibrator nested in her vagina. As John began pumping
his hips and working the cock in and out of Barbara's ass. the vibrator would
press against her clitoris, shooting unholy sensations through her body.
Although totally embarrassed, humiliated and downfallen, Barbara felt the
beginning of an orgasm to build within her. She could not fight it. She
couldn't tell it that it wasn't right to happen now, under these
circumstances. She couldn't focus her mind on the disgusting objects around
her or the smiling, leering Cheryl watching the goings on with sinister joy.
She had no control over her own body at these times. She felt her hips
beginning to move back and forth in syncopation with John's. The vibrations
emanating from the object thrust into her pussy seemed to intensify as John's
thrusts became faster and h arder. Her hands gripped the legs of the table
and her fingernails dug into the hard wood as her swooning began. Soon, very
soon, Barbara knew her entire body would be overcome by the dizzying,
tingling, ultimate high known as orgasm. Her ears beg an ringing so loudly
she couldn't hear her own words.
"Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Fuck it harder!"
Barbara's screams caught Cheryl by surprise. She had never heard, nor
seen, Barbara so uninhibited and so wild. She double checked the camera's
view finder to make sure that the entire scene was being captured by the lens.
She would enjoy playing this segment back for Barbara to watch over and over
again. She watched John give one final, hard lunge forward and knew that he
had come. At almost the same instant, Barbara began twitching and shaking
violently and Cheryl knew that she, t oo, had reached Heaven's gate. Cheryl
felt a warm rubbing sensation on her own pussy and looked down to see her own
hand massaging it through her dress. She stopped abruptly and stood,
motionless, watching the husband and wife come back down to Ear th.
When it was over, John stumbled back to his clothing and tugged his
shorts and pants back over his hips and limp penis. He was gasping for air
and unable to speak as he looked at, or rather through, Cheryl.
Cheryl strode across the room towards Barbara. After staring at the
semen dripping out of her captive's ass and running down to the vagina,
Cheryl grabbed the vibrator, switched it off and pulled it out. She gently
tossed it onto the table and returned to unsnap Barbara's cuffs from the
table's legs. When finished, she walked to the sink and leaned against its
coolness with her legs spread wide and her eyes still on Barbara.
"Now that you two have had your fun, it's my turn." She looked
directly at Barbara's drooped head and paused waiting, but not really
expecting, a response. "Crawl over here, Barbara and start licking my pussy
and ass. I want you to lick th em like you've never licked them before. I
want to have the biggest fucking orgasm in my fucking life!"
Barbara rolled off the sawhorse and crawled over to Cheryl. Now that
her orgasm was over and her body satisfied, the guilt was taking control. She
never looked up at their faces, but knew that Cheryl was smiling and John
eagerly watching, a s she pushed her head under Cheryl's dress and began to
lick her vagina. She felt Cheryl unbutton the front of her dress and let it
fall open, exposing her body, and Barbara's face, to the camera's lens.
Barbara reached around Cheryl's hips and beg an to work her fingers towards
her ass. She playfully ran the tips of her fingernails over and around the
rim before shoving one into the tight hole as she shoved her tongue deep into
her vagina. She felt Cheryl push against her mouth, then finger in a slow,
methodical rhythm. When Cheryl's hand began pushing her head tighter against
the sweet twat, Barbara realized that Cheryl's orgasm was not far off. She
worked her tongue faster and let it emerge from her pussy only long enough to
trace t he edge of the opening occupied by her probing finger. She wanted
this over quickly. She wanted this to end now. She knew from experience that
the only way to end this night would be to provide Cheryl with what she
demanded -- one big fucking orga sm. As she was thinking it, it happened.
Cheryl's juices filled her mouth and her bucking hips made it difficult for
Barbara to continue licking. She moved her head away slightly and withdrew
her finger from Cheryl's ass and let it drag across her cunt and over the
clitoris as Cheryl quivered.
"That was great!" Cheryl's praise pleased Barbara. It would mean the
night was drawing to a close. Cheryl buttoned her dress and signaled John to
stop the recorder.
"Well, I'm ready for a good night's sleep. How about you, John?"
"You bet. It's been a long, hard day capped off with the greatest
fuck I've ever had." John put the video equipment away and handed the tape to
Cheryl.
"It is now 11:45. I want you to stay down her until 1 a.m., Barbara.
At 1, and not before, you may come upstairs. While you're here, feel free to
look around at the many instruments of pain and pleasure we have purchased for
you. You shou ld look and remember what you see. You should pray that we
never have occasion to use these toys. It will serve to remind you of what
lies in store should you dare to disobey or show disrespect." Cheryl walked
to the door and stood aside as John e xited, then turned back to Barbara.
"When you leave, lock the door then report to my bedroom. Waken me by licking
my asshole. Lick as long as it takes to wake me." Cheryl walked out of the
room and shut the door behind her.
At first Barbara refused to look around the room. She did not want to
see these obscene instruments of torture and lust. As the clock slowly
ticked off the minutes as though they were hours, curiosity got the best of
her. She began looking and feeling everything in the room. The whips, the
chains, the nipple clamps and weights, the dildos and vibrators, the leather
harnesses, the gags, the blindfolds. Each one caused her to shiver from
fright. She vowed never to do anything which o ne necessitate their use.
When the clock reached 1, Barbara shut off the light and locked the
door behind her. She ascended the basement stairs and walked directly to
Cheryl's room. She saw Cheryl lying on her stomach across the bed. She was
totally naked and had h er legs spread. Barbara quietly tiptoed over and
placed her tongue on Cheryl's asshole. She began licking.
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Barbara had gotten the kids of to Sunday School and John off fishing
without incident and was just finishing putting the clean breakfast dishes
away when Cheryl walked into the kitchen. Obviously just out of bed, Cheryl
wore only a robe and slippers. Her hair was in disarray and her face bore the
look of someone not quite alert yet.
"Any coffee left?" She asked Barbara as she lit a cigarette and
searched for an ash tray.
"I think there's enough left for each of us." Barbara reached into
the cupboard and pulled out two mugs which she filled with the remains of the
morning's coffee. She grabbed the cups with one hand, an ash tray with the
other, and carried t hem to the table. She plopped down in her usual chair
and passed the coffee and ash tray to Cheryl. Both woman stared into the cups
between sips and did not speak to each other.
Barbara got up from the table and cleared the emptied cups while
Cheryl reached for another cigarette.
"So what's on the agenda for today?" Cheryl asked.
"Nothing unusual." Barbara replied. "Just straighten up around the
house and do some laundry. You know, the usual housewifely duties."
"How'd you sleep last night?" Cheryl smiled as she asked Barbara the
question.
Barbara cringed. She remembered licking Cheryl's ass for what seemed
like hours. She swore that Cheryl was awake and pretending to be asleep just
to keep her licking. She remembered Cheryl finally mumbling about how good it
felt and to kee p it up. She did just that until she could no longer stay
awake and closed her eyes. When she awoke this morning, her face was still
between Cheryl's legs. She remembered the feelings of disgust and despair
that she felt when she jumped up and hur ried into the bath room to wash up
and brush her teeth in preparation to rousing her family for the new day.
"Fine, thanks. It wasn't quite enough, though. I'm still dragging."
Barbara wanted to sound polite and cordial without giving Cheryl the
satisfaction of hearing her complain or whine about last night.
"I slept GREAT!" Cheryl said. "You know, Barbara, you have the
softest, most talented, tongue imaginable." She couldn't resist the little
reminder of Barbara's services. She waited for some kind of acknowledgment
and was a little annoyed when Barbara just continued to straighten up to
counter without so much as a pause.
"You know, Barbara, I think you'd be much more comfortable doing your
housework in the nude."
No. Don't tell me it's going to start so soon. Not this early.
Barbara reached down, untied the belt and removed her robe. Without speaking
a word, she continued with her chores completely nude except for the dog
collar, her constant remi nder. She wiped, dusted, picked up, and moved
things about while being totally aware of Cheryl's presence and watchful
glare.
"I'll be going out to dinner tonight." Cheryl announced. "So don't
bother setting a place for me. I've got a date! I'm so excited. My first
date since my break-up. Remember to wait up for me -- nude and ready, of
course."
"Good for you. I'm glad. Yes, I'll wait up for you." Barbara went
about her duties elated that she would have the entire evening with the kids
and John. She hoped Cheryl's date would be the start of a lasting
relationship and that Cheryl would eventually remarry and forget all about
this current arrangement. She thought about the prospects of that happening
each time she paused from her housework. Her spirits were lifted and the day
seemed somewhat better now. The rest of the day flew by. It was one of the
happiest days Barbara had in quite some time.
Later that night, after everyone had gone to bed, Barbara sat on the
couch and enjoyed the serenity of the empty living room. The TV was on but
the volume was turned down to an almost inaudible level. No sound was needed.
Barbara had seen this rerun a zillion times. She was just happy to relax and
stretch out without be ordered to do this or do that. She realized that this
peace would end as soon as Cheryl returned home, but for now she was content,
just lying around.
Barbara glanced up at the clock as she heard the car pull into the
drive. It was 12:28 on the nose. She listened as she heard one car door
slam, and then another slam. That couldn't be. Surely Cheryl wasn't bringing
her date here. Panic struck. Should she remain nude as ordered? Or should
she throw on her robe to greet the guest? She froze in a sitting position on
the couch as the front door opened and Cheryl peeked in.
"Oh, good. You did wait up." Cheryl's giggle and stumbling gate
revealed her use of a bit to much alcohol that evening. "Barbara, I'd like
you to meet Ronald."
Barbara stood up and nodded her head as the handsome stranger walked
through the room. He was a very tall man with wavy black hair and rugged good
looks. The kind of man you'd expect to see in some action movie or Marlboro
commercial. He l ooked at Barbara and his eyes opened to twice their normal
size.
"Ronald, this is Barbara, the girl I was telling you about. You
remember, the one with the many talents?" Cheryl couldn't help but giggle at
the end of each sentence.
"Hi, Barbara. Glad to meet you. Cheryl's been telling me about you
all evening long."
I'll bet she has. Barbara though to herself. Her face reddened when
she remembered her nudity and she squeezed her legs together a little tighter.
"Yes, I can imagine. It's nice meeting you, Ronald." Barbara
politely replied.
"Now, now. Don't disappoint me, Barbara." Cheryl shook her finger at
Barbara as she closed the double doors leading to the rest of the house.
"It's 'Master Ronald'."
"Yes, I'm sorry, Mistress Cheryl. It's nice meeting you, Master
Ronald." Barbara dropped her head and waited for the next command. She
hoped, prayed, that she would not be led to the basement room.
Cheryl grabbed Ronald's hand and led him to the couch where they both
sat down.
"Assume the position, Barbara." Cheryl barked and then giggled as
Barbara snapped to the position. "Ronald and I had a really good time
tonight. The only problem is that we're both a little horny and I suggested
we come here where I was su re you could take care of our little problem. You
will do that for us, won't you, Barbara?"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." She answered. She was much to humiliated to
face either of them and opted for a spot on the wall behind the sofa above
their heads.
"Good! Well, get to work! Crawl on over here and see if your
talented mouth can get Ronald as ready for me as it got John ready for you
last night."
Barbara sobbed and her lower lip trembled as she crawled over to the
couch and looked up at Ronald. His eyes remained glued on hers. Embarrassed,
she quickly shifted her attention to his crotch and began unbuckling his belt.
He raised his hips as Barbara pulled his trousers and underwear off together
and laid them neatly on the sofa next to him. Her gaze was again directed to
his crotch and the massive penis that hung there. She had never seen such a
long, thick dick -- not even in pictures. She looked back up at his face and
saw him smiling down on her while Cheryl was licking and blowing into his ear.
Slowly she eased one hand under his testicles and gently cradled them while
she gripped the huge cock with her other hand. Barbara knew there was no way
possible for her to fit all of this cock down her throat. She leaned her head
forward and began licking the head. Her tongue worked around the head and
down one side of the shaft and up the other, returning to the bul bous end to
repeat the sequence. A giggle, followed by a stern warning from Cheryl made
Barbara put the tip of Ronald's cock into her mouth. She worked as much in as
possible and then began bobbing her head as the cock slid in and out. She
looked up as she sucked and saw Cheryl and Ronald in a tight embrace, their
tongues intertwined and searching every nook and cranny of the other's mouth.
"Oh, God!" Cheryl exclaimed. "Let me get that cock inside me."
Cheryl pushed Barbara's head aside as she straddled Ronald's lap.
"Stick it in , Barbara! Put that cock into my pussy!" Cheryl was
on her knees looking over her shoulder at Barbara.
Barbara eased the head of the cock to the center of Cheryl's pussy and
slid the tip between the damp lips guarding the entrance. She held the shaft
rigid as Cheryl lowered herself onto it. Barbara was amazed that Cheryl was
able to engulf t he entire cock with no trouble at all. She knelt with mouth
open in awe as Cheryl moved up and down allowing the glistening cock to appear
almost in its entirety then disappear in the pink hole between her legs.
"Don't just sit there, girl. DO SOMETHING!" Cheryl screamed. "Lick
his balls! Lick my asshole. Lick!"
Barbara lowered her head and began licking everything in front of her.
The couple's frantic motions prohibited her from concentrating on any one
spot. She licked everything and anything that happened to move in front of
her tongue. She was n't sure whether she was more embarrassed or excited, but
she was sure she feared the basement. She worked her tongue feverishly in an
attempt to please them both, hoping that they would be so consumed with
pleasure they would forget about the basem ent. It worked. Cheryl's rapidly
increasing gyrations and Ronald's moaning announced the arrival of their
mutual orgasm. Within moments the movements stopped and Barbara watched as
Cheryl kissed and licked every crevice on Ronald's face. Finally, Cheryl
rolled off his lap and spread her legs wide as she looked at Barbara still
kneeling.
"Time for you to get to work, slut!" Cheryl said. "Suck the cum out
of my pussy and, when you're finished doing that, lick Ronald's beautiful cock
clean."
Barbara face turned red as she planted it between Cheryl's thighs once
again. She hated it when Cheryl called her those names, especially in front
of others. It was bad enough to be forced to submit to these dirty acts
without being called disgusting names. Barbara was not a slut. She wanted to
scream that out. To let Ronald know that she was doing this because she's
forced to do it under the threat of blackmail, not because she enjoyed it.
She wanted to scream at Cheryl and slap h er face for calling her that name,
but doing so would definitely win her a trip to the basement "horror chamber"
for further humiliation and pain. Instead, she put her lips to Cheryl's pussy
and set her tongue to work collecting the large load of s emen dribbling out.
When satisfied that she had gotten all of the cum from Cheryl's cunt
transferred into her stomach, Barbara licked Cheryl's pubic mound clean. She
licked the sweaty hairs and folds of skin where the thighs met the torso and
retur ned to give the vagina one final lick before moving over to Ronald and
cleansing his tool of sweat and pussy juice. She licked every inch of it and
then moved to his balls and licked every inch of them, right up to his
asshole, before she stopped an d looked up at Cheryl.
"Good Job." Cheryl proclaimed then, turning to Ronald asked, "Well,
what do you think of my little whore now? I told you there was nothing she
wouldn't do, didn't I?"
Barbara hunched her shoulder and hung her head down as she began
sobbing again. SHE HATED BEING CALLED THAT! She heard Ronald reply that she
was worth whatever Cheryl pays her and that humiliated her further. She felt
Cheryl's bare foot on her forehead and, before she could look up, Cheryl
pushed her backward, flat on her back on the floor.
"Your work is finished tonight, tramp. Get out of here and leave us
alone."
Barbara didn't know whether Cheryl's sudden mean temperament was due
to the effect of the alcohol or just a way of showing off to her new boy
friend. Neither did she care. She rose up and quickly made her way to the
bathroom where she washe d up before joining John, already in bed. She was
relieved that the evening ended without a trip to the basement and with
relatively little, although extremely degrading, activity on her part. She
climbed under the sheets and snuggled up to John. She wondered whether he had
been awake and heard any of what went on. A loud snore escaped his throat and
Barbara was satisfied that he had not. She wrapped her arms around him and
fell asleep.
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The days went by as usual. Usual meaning Barbara getting the kids off
to school and John to work before stripping nude to do the housework while
Cheryl watched and oft times interrupting Barbara to have her lick her feet or
pussy or what hav e you. At times, Barbara was forced to accomplish her tasks
with dildos inserted in her vagina and anus held in place with either a
leather harness or rubber panties. During the afternoons, Cheryl usually
made Barbara pose for Polaroid pictures. These photo sessions usually
involved Barbara masturbating with various objects, including hands, dildos,
bottles, mop handles, etc., or with Barbara spreading her labia and butt
cheeks apart for close-ups. The sessions would start with Barbara feel ing
extremely humiliated and degraded but usually ended with her achieving an
intense orgasm followed with equally intense feelings of guilt. Barbara was
becoming accustomed to the degradation and followed Cheryl's instructions
without hesitation, b ut she never got used to the guilt that followed.
The evening sessions, with John present, were particularly upsetting
to Barbara. She would be forced to watch Cheryl make love to her husband
while she licked one or the other and "assisted" with either the "preparation"
or insertion. On th ose nights when either John or Cheryl were not "in the
mood", she would be required to masturbate or perform other disgusting acts.
Trips to the basement were becoming more and more frequent, but were seldom
for punishment. Barbara had resigned her self to her situation and carried
out orders perfectly, without any indication of refusal. Her fear of the
whips and paddles was greater than her loathing of the acts she was made to
carry out. Not that Cheryl wouldn't find something wrong with the way she did
certain things. These little "flaws" were not great enough for any whipping
or severe form of punishment though. They would usually involve a "training
session" followed by "memory incentives" such as wearing nipple clamps with
weights attached and doing jumping exercises, or by being forced to hold in a
large enema for a length period of time. Although they were painful and
discomforting at the time, Barbara was grateful that she had not yet felt the
sting of belts and paddles.
During today's afternoon photo session Barbara was on her knees with
forehead planted firmly on the floor and her hands spreading her butt cheeks
while Cheryl worked the large vibrator in and out of her ass, pausing to snap
pictures at variou s degrees of insertion.
"Guess who I got a call from this morning?" Cheryl asked with a
cheeriness better suited for the lunch table than this situation.
"I don"t know, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara's discomfort caused by the
huge vibrator being shoved into her ass was evident in her shaking voice.
"Mr. Bryant." Cheryl said. "You remember Mr. Bryant, Don's boss,
don't you?"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara would never forget Mr. Bryant and the
night she was forced to have sex with a dog just to please his jaded
interests.
"Yes, I thought you would." Cheryl continued. "It seems he is
hosting a show for all his customers and prospects and he wanted to know if I
could get you to display your talents as part of a special treat for them.
He said there would only be about 50 or 60 buyers there. At first I wasn't
sure what special talents he was talking about, but then it occurred to me
what he had in mind."
Barbara shivered and felt the goose bumps form on her arms and legs as
Cheryl spoke. She knew Cheryl was perfectly aware of what Mr. Bryant wanted
to see from the beginning. This little game of words Cheryl was playing was
only intended to tease her. She remained silent, waiting for Cheryl to finish
the story and hoping it would not end as she feared it would.
"I checked with Jackie, my old neighbor, and she said she'd gladly let
you use Rocco again, only, this time, she'd like to be present to witness it.
Soooo....." Cheryl drug out the ending to the extreme knowing Barbara's
insides were churnin g. "I called Mr. Bryant back and told him you'd be glad
to do it. It's a week from this Thursday."
Barbara panicked. The idea of being fucked by a dog in front of 50
people made her lose control of her judgment. She leapt up, letting the dildo
slide out of her ass, and spun around facing Cheryl. Dropping to her knees
once again, she beg an crying.
"No! Please, Mistress Cheryl, not that again. Not in front of all
those people. I can't, Mistress Cheryl. Please, Please call him back and say
'no'. I'll do anything else you want. Please!"
Cheryl was stunned. Her shock soon turned to a feeling of elation as
she watched Barbara groveling at her feet. She knew this announcement would
set Barbara off into one of her crying fits, but she hadn't reckoned on this
all out display o f refusal and pleading. She picked up the fallen vibrator
and grabbed Barbara's hair, pulling her head up in line with hers. She looked
at Barbara's tear filled eyes for a moment then placed the vibrator on her
lips.
"Open!" Cheryl jammed the large vibrator into Barbara's mouth with
one strong thrust. "How dare you act this way! I thought by now that you
realized your station in life. Just remember that your body, all of your
body, is at my complete disposal. YOU DO WHAT I SAY! I may not have control
over your mind, but I most certainly control your body. You must realize that
you have to control your mind to the extent that is does not interfere with
what I say goes on with your body. To pu t it another way, my dear, your body
is MY toy. I will do with it whatever I want. Whatever whimsical notion hits
me, your body is there to carry it out for me . Got It?"
Barbara couldn't speak with the dildo stuffing her mouth. She just
nodded her head affirmatively against the strains of Cheryl's grip on her
hair.
"Good." Cheryl responded. "In a way, Barb, your outbreak pleases me.
It means that I will finally get the opportunity to use some of the equipment
in the cellar that has been neglected since their purchase. You will regret
this pitiful ou tburst later this evening. Now turn around, assume your
previous position and stick that vibrator back into your ass -- all the way
into your ass! Then I want you to continue your housework while reciting out
loud the parts of your body that belong to me. For example, I want you to say
'My cunt belongs to Cheryl'. Now snap to it!"
Barbara slowly turned around on her knees and placed her forehead on
the floor. Her ass was once again facing Cheryl. She placed the dildo
against her anus and began to insert it very slowly. She felt the huge
plastic cock making its way d eep into her bowels until she could push it in
no further. With a sudden jolt, she felt Cheryl push it in still deeper,
causing a burning pain that caused Barbara to think that she surely had been
injured. At Cheryl's command, Barbara stood up and resumed her cleaning, all
the while exclaiming how her tits and ass and cunt belonged to Cheryl. Cheryl
would repeatedly yell at her to talk louder until Barbara was virtually
screaming her undignified message.
That evening Barbara delayed getting the kids to bed as long as she
could. It was John who had admonished her to stop procrastinating and start
preparing herself for the punishment. His warning cut her like a knife. She
had hoped that he w ould be merciful and perhaps even veto Cheryl's plan to
use her as a public stage show. She realized that was not to be. Somehow,
Cheryl had taken control of John's mind to the same extent that she had
Barbara's body. Barbara looked into John's ey es and, with tear filled eyes,
pleaded with him to show her pity. It was to no avail as John simply walked
away and went into the living room to sit next to Cheryl. Beaten, Barbara put
the kids to bed and went directly to the bathroom to make herse lf ready for
her mistress.
Barbara entered the living room naked except for her dog collar, wrist
and ankle cuffs. She glanced at Cheryl and John seated on the couch and
assumed her position in the center of the room. She stood that way, hands
clasped behind her head and legs spread apart, for what seemed an eternity
before either of them acknowledged her presence. Finally Cheryl looked
directly at her face and scanned her entire body length.
"I don't see any reason to start anything up here, Barbara. Get down
on your hands and knees and crawl to basement fun room. John and I will be
right behind you." Cheryl's voice was neither raised or emphatic, just cold.
Barbara dropped to her knees and began crawling towards the basement
door. When she reached up to turn the door handle, Cheryl slapped her hand
and told her to use her mouth "like a good bitch would". Though it took
several attempts, Barbar a managed to open the door with her mouth and started
down the stairs. She wondered what her abusers were thinking as they watched
her decline to stairs with butt high in the air and accessible. The moment
she had dreaded for so long was about to o ccur. The door to "the fun room"
was equally difficult to open with her mouth but, again, she was able to
accomplish it after several failed attempts. As she crawled into the room,
she felt the cold concrete floor scraping her knees. When Barbara heard the
door slam shut, she stopped crawling and awaited further orders.
"Did the little slut douche and give herself a proper enema tonight?"
Cheryl asked.
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara replied. She looked at Cheryl's feet
which were right in front of her. She had been allowed to give herself the
enema for the past week now. It was a "time conserving measure" initiated by
Cheryl after the process of having to give her an enema every evening got
boring.
"Good." Cheryl replied. "Now we can get right to the training and
punishment part of the evening. You must learn to NEVER refuse, hesitate to
carry out or question the authority of any order given you by me. Do you
understand?"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl."
"As I told you before, you are MINE! Your body belongs to ME! I do
with it what I want. You have absolutely no say in the matter. Understood?"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara began sobbing heavily.
"Just so there will be no doubt about my authority over Barbara, do
you agree with me, John?" Cheryl looked at John setting up the video camera.
"Yeah, Cheryl. You know it's okay with me. Whatever you want to do
with Barbara is all right so long as it doesn't inflict any permanent injury
or scars." John answered like a peon would address his boss at work.
"Now, Barbara, lick the feet of your owner."
Barbara leaned her head forward and began licking Cheryl's shoe
covered feet. When she finished licking the smooth leather of one foot,
Cheryl shifted her ankle exposing the sole. Barbara needed no additional
hint as to what was expected of her. She licked the dirty soles of the shoes
from toe to heel and when she had finished with that foot, Cheryl offered her
the other. As disgusting as it was, Barbara suspected this humiliation was
tame compared to what was in store for her when she was done. She had never
been so right in her life. Her sobs and tears were being shed not because of
what she was now doing, but for what lie ahead. When she finished the second
foot, Barbara raised her head enough to catch a glimpse of John o perating
the VCR and sporting a huge hard-on. She started to cry again, this time the
tears flowed from feeling sorry for herself and her dwindling relationship
with the person she loved most -- John.
"Just as I suspected." Cheryl broke the silence. "Anything involving
your tongue would be done exquisitely. And who do you suppose owns your
tongue, Barbara?" Cheryl grabbed Barbara's hair again and lifted her head up.
"You do, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara answered between sobs and wincing
from the pain of her hair being pulled.
"Right again. That tongue will lick anything I command it to lick."
Cheryl loosened her grip on Barbara's hair allowing the poor girl's head to
droop against her chest again. "Okay, get up let's get started with the
punishment so you won't soon forget what you learned today."
Barbara rose up to her feet and was immediately led to the sawhorse.
In a scant few minutes she once again found her ankles and wrists snapped to
the legs and her butt raised high off the floor. Her spread legs exposed her
anus and vagina c
ompletely. The next thing she knew, Cheryl was inserting the penis shaped gag
into her mouth and strapping in place to prevent it from coming out. She
could tell from the taste of the phallus on her tongue that Cheryl had first
inserted it into he r own vagina before putting it into her mouth. She felt
her head being lifted by her hair again and saw the leather thongs of the cat-
of-nine tails dangling in front of her eyes. The sight of the whip-like
instrument frightened her immensely and he r eyes opened wide expressing her
fear. A few giggles from Cheryl and the cat disappeared from view.
A stinging, burning sensation across her right buttock informed
Barbara where the cat had disappeared to. She heard Cheryl count "1" followed
by "24 to go" and she began to tremble. The second lash fell on her left
buttock, followed by a th ird on her right one again. These alternate lashes
lasted until the count of 10. The eleventh blow landed further down, and on
the inside, of her thigh. This, too, lasted for a count of 10. Each blow
brought greater pain and Barbara tried to scre am each time the tails landed.
The rubber "penis" in her mouth stifled her screams and made them sound more
like moans. Just when she thought it couldn't get any worse than this, the
21st blow landed squarely on her anus, the tails stretching from her lower
back to the beginning of her vagina. Barbara nearly passed out from the pain.
The gag in her mouth was choking her sobs and the tears falling to the floor
were so abundant they created, not wet spots, but puddles. The 22nd blow
caught he r vagina and Barbara began to writhe violently attempting to dodge
any further blows. The next two blows fell alternately on her anus and vagina
again, followed by the 25th blow across the small of her back.
A moment after the lashing stopped, Barbara smelt the aroma of witch
hazel fill the room. Then she felt it. The liquid felt ice cold when it
first landed on her aching butt. The coolness was replaced with violently
burning when it ran down the crack between her cheeks, across her anus and
vagina and down the inside of Barbara's tender thighs. She squirmed
furiously and pulled against her restraints as the pain increased as time
went by. She heard the whirr of the camcorder and the l aughter of Cheryl as
she moved her hips in desperation. When she opened her eyes again, she saw
Cheryl's shoes once more.
"That's stage 1, Barbara." Cheryl had once again lifted Barbara's
head by her hair. "Just to show your husband's compliance, John is going to
finish the spanking with 5 blows with this." Cheryl held the long, narrow,
wooden paddle in front of Barbara's face and chuckled when she saw her
frightened reaction. "Make them count, John. No love taps or I'll do it all
over again myself."
Barbara shook her head from side to side hoping Cheryl would show some
mercy. Her silent pleas fell on deaf eyes and she felt the first blow of the
paddle land on both buttocks. Then the second, third, fourth and, finally,
the fifth. By th is time the pain was so bad Barbara thought that surely she
must be bleeding. Surely the cat and the paddle had cut into her flesh and
opened large gashes. Nothing could hurt so badly without causing at least
that much damage. Her salty perspirati on mixed with the remains of the witch
hazel prevented the pain from leaving. Barbara thought that they must have
set a flame to her buttocks. The burning, aching sensations were unlike
anything she had ever felt before.
Barbara heard some scuffling and the sound of her wrist and ankle
cuffs being unsnapped from the tables legs. She remained sprawled across the
sawhorse unable to move her lower extremities without pain. She felt hands
grab her arms and lift her off the table. She felt herself being dragged
across the hard floor to the wall. She felt the gag being removed from her
mouth allowing her to breathe deeply once more. She felt her body being
lifted and her arms being raised above her head a nd fastened to the chains
dangling from the ceiling. She felt her legs being spread wide and fastened
to chains which, in turn, were fastened to rings mounted in the floor. She
was suspended in mid air. Neither hands nor feet touched a surface. S he
opened her eyes and saw the blurry images of Cheryl and John wheeling a
strange object into position between her legs. It appeared to be a tripod,
made of metal legs, and holding a motor to which was connected a long pipe
which could be adjusted by rotating a large gear. She closed her eyelids and
felt something touching her vagina. As the object began to part her labia
and force its way into her, Barbara knew it was another dildo -- a very large
dildo. Larger than she had seen before. A s it worked past the opening,
Barbara felt her vagina being stretched to its limits, and perhaps beyond.
It seemed to take the dildo forever to reach her cervix. There was no way
this thing inside her could ever bring anyone pleasure, she thought. This
thing was meant to cause pain. A task it accomplished very well. She
reopened her eyes just in time to see John plug the motor into an extension
cord.
"You've had your lesson and punishment, Barbara. Now you must take
time to reflect on what you have done wrong. Do you remember what started
this? Do you remember what it is that you refused to do? Now tell me,
Barbara, what is it that yo u are going to do for Mr. Bryant." Cheryl had
stepped in front of Barbara.
Barbara opened her eyes and looked down at Cheryl. Tears continued to
flow and the pain was still tormenting her butt and thighs. The huge dildo
inside her was becoming warm and she felt an oil-like substance oozing out of
it and filling he r vagina. The oil dripped out of her cunt soothing her
abused pussy and easing the pain generated by the huge instrument of torture
lodged inside her. In spite of her pain and embarrassment, Barbara knew she
must answer or be subjected to even more punishment. She nodded her head as
she spoke softly and deliberately.
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl. I remember. I'm going to let myself be fucked
by a dog again so Mr. Bryant can entertain his customers." Barbara's head
fell down against her heaving breasts and her eyes closed again.
"Yes, you are going to do that, and anything else they ask you to do."
Cheryl enjoyed tormenting her slave. "I'll bet that with 60 men there you'll
wind up sucking at least 30 or 40 of them and being fucked by another 25 -- in
both ass and cunt. I'll wager that you'll have more cum in you when the night
is over that you've seen in your entire life. Then do you know what you are
going to do, my little whore?"
Barbara began crying at the prospects of that night. She was sobbing
and heaving so greatly she found it difficult to answer.
"No, Mistress Cheryl. I don't know what I'm going to do next."
"Well, after the party's over, you're coming home and telling me every
little detail. Your going to describe each cock you sucked and each one that
fucked your ass and each one that fucked your cunt. When you've finished
telling me how good each one felt, you're going to lick my ass and my cunt
until I come. Then, if you've been especially good, I'll let you sleep at my
feet." Cheryl stopped talking and allowed her words to be digested by
Barbara before continuing.
"Now, Barbara, you can spend the night down here. I'll come get you
in the morning, but right now I'm going upstairs and going to bed with your
husband. I'm gonna fuck him all night long while you hang here being fucked
by this machine."
Cheryl motioned to John and he clicked a switch on the tripod.
Barbara felt the heated dildo begin to withdraw from her pussy. It was so
thick that even the withdrawal caused discomfort. Just before its huge head
came out of her pussy, Bar bara felt it begin to make its way back in. She
felt it pushing hard against her cervix before withdrawing again. She looked
at John and Cheryl and watched them look at her before they shut off the light
and left the room. She sobbed hysterically as she listened at their footsteps
climbing the stairs. For the remainder of the night, her mind was occupied by
thoughts of them making love in her bed and by the pain wracking her body.
She would not have an orgasm tonight. She would not sleep t his night. This,
she thought, must be what Hell is like.
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The night of Mr. Bryant's party had arrived and Barbara was busy
readying herself for the evening. Cheryl had made arrangements for Jackie to
pick Barbara up and drive her to the party and home afterwards. Cheryl had
also picked out th e outfit Barbara was to wear. It was a pair of white heels
and a short, white, mesh beach wrap to serve as the dress. The "dress" was
held on by one button on the side of the waist and was, for all practical
purposes, transparent. Barbara was to w ear only the shoes, dress and, of
course, her collar. She put the outfit on and studied herself in the mirror.
She flushed red and thought that she may as well go nude. As she was being
inspected by Cheryl, Jackie pulled into the driveway and came to the door.
Jackie was a much bigger woman than Barbara had pictured in her mind.
Though pretty, and well built, she was more the outdoor type than party gal.
She also was much younger, barely out of her teens, than Barbara had imagined
her to be. She listened intently as Cheryl gave her the ointment containing
estrogens and explained that it must be used liberally, both inside and
outside of Barbara's vagina, for it to be effective. Her eyes fixated on the
blushing Barbara as Cheryl also instru cted her to make sure Barbara doesn't
leave her sight and that she should report any instance of Barbara refusing
to do anything asked of her. With all that said, the two women lightly
kissed each other's cheek and bid their good bye, Jackie assurin g Cheryl
that she would call her the next day with all the details. Cheryl held open
the door as Barbara led Jackie out to the car and got in. Rocco, seated on
the rear seat, seemed bigger than Barbara imagined but she attributed it to
the rather s mall confines of the automobile making the animal appear larger
that it actually was.
The two women sat side by side without saying a word to each other for
quite some time. Barbara noticed Jackie was edgy and was gnawing her lower
lip, occasionally glancing over at her. She sensed the girl was desperately
trying to think of something to say which would break the barrier of silence
between them. Barbara guessed that Jackie had a million questions for her in
her mind.
"Look." Barbara decided to break the ice. "I know you're dying to
ask. I'm not doing this for money or kicks. I'm doing this because Cheryl is
forcing me to do it. It's a long story, and I'd rather not go into it, but I
either do as Cher yl says or be punished and, believe me, as bad as this is
going to be, this is much easier to withstand than Cheryl's punishments."
The remainder of the drive went by with the two woman engaging in
heated chat. Jackie never asked why Barbara had to do these thing and Barbara
never volunteered that information. Jackie did ask what other things she had
been forced to do a nd Barbara, although hesitant and deeply humiliated, told
Jackie of her being forced to perform acts of lesbianism and being used as a
"proving ground" for various dildos and objects. Before long the car pulled
into the parking lot of Bryant Enterpr ises. Barbara felt a ball form in the
pit of her stomach and she wished the ride would continue. She would much
rather tell Jackie more stories than have to go through with this. She heard
a door slam and realized that Jackie had gotten out of the car and was
attaching Rocco's leash to his collar. Barbara took a long, deep, breath and
got out of the car herself. She looked around the parking lot and surmised
that Cheryl's estimate of 50 - 60 businessmen was conservative, at best.
There had to be at least 100 cars there. She swallowed hard and felt the
tears beginning to form in the corner of her eyes.
"I guess it would be better if you lead Rocco in." Jackie said as she
held the leash out to Barbara.
Barbara took the leash from Jackie and walked toward the large doors
of the main entrance. Once inside, she was enthusiastically greeted by Mr.
Bryant and several other men, all of whom have been obviously drinking and
greeted her with wolf whistles and obscene remarks. She felt her face getting
hot and tried to be bold and not give them the satisfaction of seeing her
blush. She could do neither. She was led down a hallway to another door and
before the door was opened, Mr. Bryant to ld her to take off her dress and
shoes. Barbara looked over at Jackie and then did as she was asked. Totally
naked except for a collar around her neck, Barbara lead Rocco into the large,
crowded room. Everywhere she looked there were groups of peo ple. To her
complete surprise, there were women present also. Barbara estimated the crowd
to be at about 100 to 150 people, with about 30 women and the balance all men.
Everyone in the room stopped talking and stared at her leading the stud to the
center of the room.
Barbara was in a daze. She just wanted to get the hell out of this
place. She walked over to a small mattress placed on the floor in the center
of the room and thought that it would be best to get it over with quickly and
beat a hasty retre at before anyone thought of using her in another way. Just
as she was ready to get down on the mattress, Mr. Bryant grabbed her arm and
took Rocco's leash from her hand and handed it to Jackie. He explained that
he wanted some of his guests to meet her and then paraded her around the room
to one group after another. At each introduction, Barbara felt the hands pull
her tits and thrust themselves between her legs. At first Barbara resisted
each attack by pulling away and squeezing her legs ti ght together. After
noticing the sneer on Jackie's face, however, she acquiescenced and allowed
them access to all of her body. She tolerated the slaps on her rear, the
grabbing, the probing, the coarse language and obscene remarks. She even spre
ad her legs a little wider when one of the women, with a sly grin on her face,
reached down and inserted two fingers into her vagina. Finally, the
introductions were complete and it was time for her to perform her act
The entire room crowded around the tiny mattress as Barbara knelt down
on all fours with legs spread wide. Hoots and hollers started getting louder
as Jackie applied the cream to Barbara's pussy which was now dripping wet.
When one of the m en present noticed the tattoo, loud cheers and laughter
filled the room. The instantaneous hush made Barbara aware that the stud was
now ready and she felt its cold nose sniffing between her legs. Her mind went
blank when the stud finally mounted her and the cheers again started up. It
lasted an eternity. When it was over, Barbara felt herself being dragged up
and a man's cock being pushed into her mouth. When that cock shot its semen
into her mouth, it was replaced with another, then another , then another.
Soon, Barbara had cocks all around her. In every orifice at once. Some men
just stood around her while another woman masturbated them until they came,
shooting their load on Barbara's face, tits, ass -- whatever part of her body
th e woman thought it would be fun to watch a load of cum fall onto to. At
times Barbara would offer some resistance to an act or say "no" when one man
tried to ram his fist up her ass, but a look at the scorn on Jackie's face
made her surrender to the painful humiliation. She was no longer aware of
what exactly was happening to her. All she knew was that she was constantly
busy sucking cocks, licking vaginas, being fucked vaginally and anally, having
bottles, fingers, fists and what have you st uck in her. It was a nightmare.
There were several times, however, when Barbara felt herself having orgasms.
These unwanted, but welcomed, breakdowns were followed by loud cheers and
laughter from the room filled with guests.
Mercifully it ended. Jackie led the dazed, delirious Barbara out of
the room and to the door. Barbara could not gather her wits together. She
remembers leaving the building and the cool fresh air filling her lungs. She
remembers vomiting in the parking lot and noticing that her vomit was nothing
more than a large puddle of semen. She remembers Jackie wiping her ass and
vagina in a futile attempt to stop the semen from running out and getting all
over the car seats. She remembers Ja ckie finally giving up and stuffing a
rag into her vagina and spreading a towel over the car seat for her to sit
down on. She did not remember the faces in the crowd, nor the number of cocks
she sucked, fucked and masturbated, nor how many cunts and asses she had
licked. She remembered Cheryl telling her how filled with cum she would be
and thought how absolutely right Cheryl had been.
The ride home began much like the ride to the party. Neither woman
spoke to each other. Both stared out the windshield and thought about what
had taken place. Soon, Barbara became aware of Jackie talking to her.
"I said, 'How do you feel?'" The girl asked.
"Terrible!" Barbara replied, half talking and half crying. She then
remembered the times she saw Jackie scowl at her during the evening. "What
are you going to tell Cheryl?"
Jackie stared out the windshield for a while before answering.
"To tell you the truth, there were times when I thought you were being
rude and not really doing what you were told to do." Jackie continued to
stare out the windshield.
"Oh, please don't tell her that. She'd really go hard on me if you
told her that." Barbara tried to appeal to Jackie's sense of feminine
leniency.
"It seems to me that's your problem. I was told to report what I saw.
What's in it for me to lie to a friend?"
"Please, Jackie. You don't have to lie. Just don't mention it.
After all, I did give in to all their demands eventually."
"Yes, but only after you noticed me frowning at you." Jackie
swallowed and then continued. "Tell me. If I tell Cheryl that you behaved
perfectly and did everything they asked and pleased everyone, what would you
do for me?"
"What do you mean? What can I do for you?" Barbara asked. Her hopes
were raised by this latest inquiry.
Jackie eased the car off the side of the deserted roadway and placed
the shift in Park. She raised off the seat and gathered her skirt up around
her waist, then removed her panties and spread her legs wide as she shifted
her body to face Bar bara.
"I've always wondered what it felt like to be made love to by another
woman. Does that answer your question?"
Barbara got the picture. She slid off the seat and knelt between
Jackie's spread thighs. As she licked and nibbled the young girl's sweet
pussy, she noticed Rocco peering over the seat at her. "Just another witness"
she said to herself. "Just another witness to just another scene of me being
degraded."
The woman spoke not another word to each other the rest of the way
home. When they pulled up in Barbara's drive, Barbara got out of the car and
Jackie backed out onto the road. Neither said good bye to one another.
Barbara opened the front door to her house and entered the living room. True
to her word, Cheryl was waiting for her, nude, legs spread wide, and a wide
grin on her face. The night was far from over.
******************
Several weeks had gone by since Mr. Bryant's party and things were
going pretty much normal. Barbara had been extremely well behaved and gave
Cheryl no reason whatsoever to punish her like before. Life, while far from
being good, was at lea st on an even keel. John had even acted like a husband
on some occasions but Barbara grew to realize that things would never be like
they were before Cheryl. She relegated herself to being a sex toy to the both
of them. At least she had her home a nd kids. That made everything worth
living for. Cheryl had really taken to the kids and they to her. It pleased
Barbara that Cheryl treated her kids so well. At first she was afraid that
she would show some resentment towards them. She poured he rself another cup
of coffee and sat down at the table and watched the kids playing outdoors.
She heard a car horn and saw the kids running to the driveway. Knowing it was
probably just John and Cheryl returning from their errand, she remained seate
d at the table and awaited their entrance.
Barbara staggered back to her chair and sat down. What could have
been a really good day for her was once again turned upside down by Cheryl.
She supported her head with her arm and looked down at the tablecloth. She
felt the table shake a s Cheryl sat down beside her.
"I've got some other good news for you, Barbara." Cheryl reached out
and began to softly stroke Barbara's cheek. "We ran into Julie today. She
was really excited to see me again. It seems she had been talking to a bunch
of other kids that you once baby sat and showed them your picture. They all
thought it would be a marvelous idea to have a 'reunion', of sorts. Just a
little get together with all of them and the woman who once baby sat, and
disciplined, them. I told them I thought it was a wonderful idea. They,
about 15 or so, will be here next Friday evening. Aren't you excited?"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara sobbed.
THE END
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