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“Ah, no, please,” her first audible cries bruised the air with a woeful tune.
Matthew was unmoved as he flicked the loose ends on her undulating belly. “Ah, nooooo!” she emitted another pleasured, painful gasp. Feeling the whip at her pussy, her entire body quaked end to end, and she thrashed her hips as far as she could. It was no use. There was no avoiding the mean ends of this whip.
Moving off the dais, Matthew took his position facing Elise’s open cunt and began raining down on the exposed cleft with a series of strikes—some mere caresses, others fierce with the intention to cause his slave great pain. The whip deserved its name, dancing off this victim’s private places, cutting into her thighs and occasionally grabbing at her belly with a painful snap. Elise shrieked while her hips continued to gyrate wildly.
“A dildo, Jason!” Matthew turned to his friend, who then rummaged through the library coming up with the requested device. “In her cunt.”
Jason obliged, shoving the thick plastic erection far into the slave’s wet hole, for several seconds thrusting the dildo like a dick, seeing how the penetration was turning the pain into something more. “Hold it there, slave.” As he backed off, Matthew began again, giving the shameless slut a thorough, yet artful experience in submissive lust. It wasn’t long before her body brightened, her back arched, and she climaxed with her muscles squeezing the plastic dick as though she might make the thing ejaculate.
Throwing down the whip, Matthew jumped to the dais and straddled his wife’s head with his knees. “You owe me, slave,” he informed her while he opened his fly and speared her mouth with his stiff organ pushing down her throat. She was as effective with his erection as the dildo and whip had been with her cunt. He splattered his seed from her throat, to her mouth, to her lips, to her chin and naked breasts. “There now,” he said as he pulled off, “you’ve been well whipped.”
The other slaves in the room were rocked with heat, while a surge of deviously dominant desire swam through Erik and Jason’s blood.
Picking up the whip, Erik strode back to his wife who was now humbled on the floor, and urged her with the biting talons toward the center of the room where Sandra remained bound in her chair.
“Watch, bitch, you’ll be last,” he said to Laney, positioning her to his right where she could plainly see the abuse he’d give the petrified blonde. Then gathering the ends of the talons in his left hand, he started his strike with his right hand, letting the ends go so that they landed together on the alabaster sheet of Sandra’s fleshy breasts. Her entire body stiffened, and again, each time he laid his calculated strikes against her skin.
While Erik worked, Jason crouched behind her, running a finger along her shoulders. “Does this hurt?” he asked her mockingly.
“Sheaahhhh,” she whimpered. Attempts to remain mute were swiftly dwindling away, as stroke after stroke of Erik’s genius played out on Sandra’s body. He struck the breasts, and her belly as it rose and fell like a breeze that causes autumn branches to rise and fall; finally her thighs—though tied as she was, he couldn’t hit her pussy. Her ass was still plugged with the fat dildo, and her hips pressed back far in the seat. When she squirmed, the action of the dildo in her was as painful as the whip on her skin. But her gyrations didn’t stop as the innately skilled Erik worked her body to a peak of impossible sensation.
“I think she needs this on her cleft,” he finally announced. “A direct hit.”
Thinking the same thing, Jason untied the writhing beauty. Though grateful solely for the change in position, Sandra’s moment of relief only lasted a few seconds. When the two men led her to the dais, from which Elise had just been released, they laid her on the floor, then tied her wrists together, fastening them to the floor above her head. Unlike Elise, they boun
d her ankles together as well, and lifted them straight up, attaching her bonds to O-rings in the balustrade above, leaving her ass just slight elevated off the dais. The anal plug remained like a fixture, shoved deep into her ass.
The whipping that followed was Jason’s first feel of the whip. Relishing the surge of power generated by its unrelenting feel, he worked Sandra’s pussy soundly, with strikes that bit and bit again. His style was more methodical than his friend’s, the gait steadier. But the intensity and the drama were not as harsh as Matthew’s more quixotic treatment; and the end came sooner. Sandra did not, however, climax from her punishment. The plug in her ass, while rigid and uncomfortable, could not massage the important places in her crotch.
“Slave,” Erik aimed the command at his wife, “use your mouth to work her cunt.”
For Laney, the thought of sex with her best friends could never be distasteful—even though it had not yet taken place. Never in her wildest imaginings, however, had she thought such a moment would come in this extraordinary way. Now crawling to the woman in bondage, her eyes were glued to the sight before her, the pink marked flesh, the struggling, swinging ass, the long legs tethered to the rings above and Sandra’s beautiful pink cunt throbbing before her face. This was not the way she imagined it. There was no intimacy, no kisses, no breath on breath, or smile, or ticklish nibbling, or any of the things she might have expected from female/female love. It was mouth on pussy and nothing more—or so she thought—but regardless of its less than sensuous aspects, Laney dutifully dived into the task, with the faint hope that there would be some degree of pleasure for them both.
Licking the moistened hole, she felt Sandra’s body stir with desire. It seemed to sweep her system quickly, arousing her animated moans of delight. Laney could feel Sandra’s pulse quickening, and sensed the spasms begin to build in her belly. Working her tongue around her sweet-tasting clit, she knew that each delicate measure brought the bound blonde closer to the end. So intent on Sandra’s climax, she hardly heard Jason barking out his order.
“Back slave!” With her mind so engrossed in the activity, she didn’t respond right away. “I said back!” Jason gruffly pushed her back on her heels. “You’re making this too easy for her—and for yourself.” He moved to Sandra’s crotch, running his fingers around the base of the dildo that was lodged securely in her clenched ass. He gave it a rude twist then jerked it free.
“Sheeeeeesh,” Sandra seethed, scared and in pain as the gaping hole adjusted to the emptiness.
“Now suck her crotch,” he ordered. “Do her ass just like you were her pussy.”
Too enthralled to be daunted by the surprising order, Laney worked her face back into Sandra’s snatch, her tongue traveling deeper to the anus, which was now as tight and puckering as it would have been before the dildo opened it wide. The passions teeming through both women were of a different sort. Something base, maligned by convention, but deeply satisfying moved through their subliminal minds. Their bodies reacted on another plane, and the orgasm, which had been about to take Sandra into bliss, diminished, while another brand of pleasure took its place. The bound slave swooned, her stretched body writhing, not fitfully now, but in undulating waves. One might think she was orgasming and that this orgasm would go on for hours. The new rhythms and the gross sex act of Laney’s tongue at Sandra’s ass might have appeased them both for some time. But they were not such lucky slaves.
Once the scene became too tedious for their restless masters, the inspired Jason rummaged through their bag of tricks once more, this time withdrawing a device that had captured his imagination on his first trip through the amazing toys. Descending on Laney, he pulled her back from his fiancée’s crotch, and pressed a ball gag in the slave’s wet, worked mouth, attaching it securely around Laney’s face. Unique to this simple gag was the stiff, rubber penis jutting from the mouth opening. There was no guessing at its purpose now as Laney’s face became the cock to make the hot slave climax.
“Fuck her ass now, slave,” Jason ordered, and for a third time, Laney moved in position before her friend’s cleft. Carefully guiding the head of the rubber penis into Sandra’s ass, Laney eased it beyond the tiny rosette anus, watching the hole expand as the stalk worked its way deep into the channel. The more she pressed her face to the woman’s ass, the more the channel expanded.
“No, no, no please, “ Sandra wailed.
Laney stopped.
“Don’t give in to her!” Jason snapped. “This is what she needs and what I want. Fuck her!”
With the order clear, Laney continued. Though urging her even more was the crude lust welling in her so strongly that she had no pity for her suffering friend. Laney fucked the slave as ordered, her head bobbing in a merciless rhythm, reminiscent of her husband’s cock pummeling her own pussy. Through Sandra’s twisting contortions, through her miserable groans, through the slave’s anguished appeals for mercy she thrust the mouth dildo into Sandra’s ass.
Sandra’s cries came deep with her climax just moments away. Then with the stimulation of Jason’s fingers on her clit, her body arched with her breasts rising like clouds toward the ceiling. The brilliant flames of her orgasm seemed to shower the room with erotic/electric sparks as though a Roman Candle had been ignited in their midst.
The used whip was now in Erik hands, lapping at Laney’s crotch, the slave still on all fours at her friend’s spent snatch.
