CHAPTER 34 Backyard Games
When henry was given a chance to service a Mistress, he always knew that they
wanted quick, efficient relief rather than a prolonged teasing session. For
that, they always, unerringly, used females. What he lacked in subtle technique
he could make up for in pure lustful eroticism and oral energy.
Tawny had opted to use him after she cropped the tender thighs of their latest
capture. Karen watched as henry attacked her delectable pussy with gusto.
Absorbing the thoroughly enticing cacaphony of their mingling cries, moans, and
grunts, she thought of amy. Where was amy? She should have completed her tasks
and presented herself by then.
Karen looked around the back yard until she found a spare brick behind the
masonry grill. There was no need to damage the goods. If the sailor hung from
his wrists much longer he could end up worthless. So, she carefully placed the
brick directly under him, knowing he would stand on it to take the pressure off.
It was a pity that he could only stand on it with one foot at a time. No need
to coddle them, she thought.
Karen left Tawny to enjoy what was sure to be a noisy orgasm, and made her way
back to the house. She entered the rear door to the garage and found lizbeth
and slut properly secured to the back wall as she had instructed. Both
continued to suffer the effects of the aphrodesiac cocktail they had secretly
been dosed with. That was made obvious by the way they were desperately
rotating their hips and squeezing their legs together in vain attempts to
satisfy the overwhelming need they were suffering.
pig had been chained to the eye bolt in front of it's hut, and was lapping water
out of it's bowl with that cute little mouselike tongue. amy had apparently
given it a couple of apple flavored treats, as there were a few crumbs on the
concrete floor next to the food bowl. She patted pig on it's smooth head and
quickly ran her hands over it's body to ensure it remained accustomed to such
inspections. She presented her thumb to pig's lips and felt it being welcomed
and accepted into the little, suckling mouth. The creature's eyes were bright
and it seemed attentive despite the hours it had spent strapped to the table in
the guest bedroom. The ink mural that adorned and darkened the back half of
it's body was truly exquisite, and could not be appreciated in only a few
minutes of observation. Tawny was right, this creature would make a wonderful
living artform. Karen looked forward to the final result, but that would be at
least half a year away. She pulled her thumb out with a pop and moved off into
the house in search of amy. The last thing she needed would be to find amy
involved in some inappropriate behavior. She mentally prepared herself, then
moved stealthily toward her bedroom.
amy was there, carefully folding Karen's panties for placement in her suitcase.
She had been crying. "What's the trouble, little one?", Karen asked. She was
genuinely concerned. It was not at all like amy to cry. Despite her diminutive
size, she was the toughest of Tawny's household coterie.
"This humble servant is sad, M'Lady."
"Oh? Why?"
"This humble servant will miss M'Lady."
Karen was touched. She loved amy, too. She was a special slave, one worth
coddling. She knelt beside amy, hugging her close. "Poor thing. I'll miss you
too, but I'll be back in a few months."
"Yes, M'Lady.", amy replied sullenly.
Karen guided her down, turning her until her head rested in Karen's lap. She
looked up into Karen's eyes, then quickly looked away. Karen appreciated the
degree of risk the young girl had just taken in violating the prohibition
against direct eye contact. Had her mood been different, it might have become a
very, very bad day for amy. Of course, she couldn't let it pass. "When I do
come back, you'll need to be punished for that.", Karen whispered soothingly.
"Yes, M'Lady.", amy anwered with a sigh.
Karen cupped her right breast. Leaning over, she guided it into amy's parting
lips. "I'll allow you to suckle me for a few minutes, little one. There's work
to be done."
henry had done a wonderful job! Tawny very much enjoyed his frenetic oral style
when her need was great, and he had delivered again. She half wondered why she
didn't use him in that way more often, then reminded herself that she was rarely
in a hurry for an orgasm. Of course, he would be rewarded, but she didn't know
then just how. To keep him occupied, she had told him to loosen the captive's
cock and ball harness, but to ensure that the erection stayed just as it was.
She smiled. It hadn't taken henry two seconds to have that little stump between
his lips. She was concerned that he was overstimulating it, and reminded him
that he should not let the sailor cum. She waited a few minutes before ordering
him to rebuckle the harness. His disappointment was obvious.
"I think it would be safe for you to go ahead and give our friend two or three
enemas, henry. Karen obviously had you bring the supplies for a reason."
"Yes, M'Lady.", henry answered. Though the fellow was not happy with having the
tube inserted into his ass nor the quart of warm water that subsequently flowed
into it, he was particularly disturbed when henry removed the tube and plugged
his ass. Mistress Karen had selected a particular anal plug that henry knew to
be the best option for captives. It was constructed of soft, molded latex, but
shaped such that the top was very narrow and pointed to allow it to be easily
forced past an unwilling sphincter. It tapered outward to a modest
circumference then quickly recessed to the heavy, narrow base which prevented it
from being forced out. The sailor had made some weak attempts to avoid his
fate, but had quickly discovered his resistance to be futile and now stood flat
footed and wobbly on the brick, whimpering through his nose.
"While we let his bowels soak, go and check on Karen for me, henry. See if she
needs help with anything.", Tawny ordered. She moved over to the lawn chair
Karen had sat in, opposite the exhausted, tormented former sailor. Tawny pulled
her legs up and back, resting them on either arm and providing a clear,
unobstructed view of her wet, swollen, and smooth pussy. She reached down with
her right hand, spreading her lips open and stroking herself absentmindedly.
"Tell me something, whoever you are. Did you really think I was an asian
mexican or something?"
The man's eyes focused on her brazenly displayed pussy and stayed there. It was
as though he were trying to relish a view that under any other circumstances
might have been quite exciting for him. "Ugh!", he grunted.
She pulled back the hood, exposing her clitoris, and stroked it's underside for
a few minutes, enjoying the attention she was getting. Finally, she spoke
again. "Do you know why we're cleaning out your ass?"
"Ugh?" His head shook a couple of times. He really was dumb, she thought.
She slipped a couple of fingers deeply into herself, then pulled them out and
raised them to her lips. She loved the taste of herself. She slowly licked
her glistening fingers off, saving every second of it. "Well, I'm not quite
sure. But, I am assuming that we are preparing a place for henry to deposit a
load of his pent-up man juice. It's been so long for him, that I can only
imagine how much cum he'll pump into you."
The captive began to flop around a bit, as though he thought by some miracle
that his bonds would break and he could bound over the high wall that surrounded
the back yard. Tawny laughed out loud, then returned to stroking herself.
After a long silence, she said, "No, you're not going to like it. Not one bit.
It will feel like a freight train is going straight up through your body, and
you'll never be the same again."
She got no reaction.
Karen was feeling warm all over by the time she noticed henry standing in the
doorway, that huge, beautiful cock standing out proudly, his hand over his
mouth. amy was ministering to her left breast now. It was wonderful. "Yes
henry?", Karen asked.
"Mistress Tawny sent this humble servant to inquire as to whether M'Lady
requires his assistance."
"How thoughtful. Is she getting impatient, henry?"
"This humble servant does not believe so, M'Lady."
"Good. Gather me up another scotch. A nice drink would compliment amy's
skills. Then, go and extend my apology to Tawny, explaining that I am using amy
briefly and that I'll be right out."
"Yes, M'Lady. With pleasure."
Tawny was not bothered in the least by Karen's use of amy. She knew how much
they had bonded and she loved them both, though in completely different ways.
She was enjoying tormenting the worthless bag of flesh that hung from the tree.
She had instructed henry to empty and refill him four times already, and the
water was now coming out just as clear as it was going in. Of course the man
was humiliated by the fact that he was repeatedly shitting himself, but she
would have henry relocate him and hose him off when he was through being
cleaned. She told henry to go through one more cycle, then gave him
instructions as to where and how she wanted him positioned.
It was a good time to take a dip. She strolled lazily toward the pool. By the
time she had completed ten laps, henry was driving the three stakes into the
ground in the general area she had specified. Tawny hung onto the edge to watch
as henry stood on the lawn chair to unfasten the former sailor's wrists from the
dangling chain. She giggled. henry's huge cock was so long that he couldn't
accomplish the task without it rubbing against the captive. He, in turn, acted
as though the thing were a pit of vipers, whimpering like a child as he tried in
vain to keep it from touching him.
henry led him by his bound wrists over to the garden hose and quickly rinsed
every inch of his body off. he then pulled him toward the center of the yard,
where he had just installed the heavy wooden stakes in the ground. he jerked
harshly downward on the man's wrists, but met with resistance in his effort to
take him down. Stepping off to the side, he kicked the back of the sailor's
right leg until his knee buckled, then pushed him down onto the lawn. henry
locked the wrist cuffs to a ring in one stake. As the toy struggled to pull his
arms free, henry jumped aside to pull roughly at the nylon rope that remained
tied to the left ankle, and knotted it around a second stake. Now the man knew
how vulnerable he was, and jerked his right leg violently back and forth to
prevent henry from yanking securing the right ankle to the stake. The struggle
lasted only a few seconds, and henry was soon able to step back to ensure that
the captive was secured in the manner that had been proscribed to him.
Tawny clapped. "Well done, cowboy!", she called out to henry. He smiled. It
was very nice to please the Mistress.
The naked former sailor was positioned on his elbows and knees with his legs
spread wide and wrists cuffed together and locked to the stake directly in front
of him. He was breathing heavily. The welts across his white ass had started to
fade, which made the necessity of adding new ones something to look forward to.
He was in a most uncomfortable position. It was delightful to witness.
Tawny ordered henry to put away any of the extra items that weren't being used,
with the exception of the light crop. That, she wanted put in the sailor's ass.
He could be productive even if he was uselessly stupid. She greatly enjoyed the
almost instantaneous transition from white to crimson that the former sailor's
face took on when henry eased the crop handle deeply into his exposed asshole.
Of course, he grunted and whimpered like the girly man he obviously had always
been. Tawny enjoyed his discomfort, and decided to have henry remove the clamps
that had been so cruelly embedded in his nipples. The squeeling that followed
reminded Tawny of the delicious keening that pig had produced when henry had
impaled her virgin cunt.
Karen sipped the scotch down much more quickly than was normal for her. She was
anxious to return to the fun to be had in the back yard. amy's expert suckling
was both arousing and comforting. Karen soon realized she would be content to
spend the rest of the afternoon quietly holding amy and sipping scotch, which
was all the more reason to cut it short and get on with things. There was too
much to do before tomorrow morning.
She pushed amy's head gently down onto her lap. "Finish packing my things
immediately. When you're finished, this is what I want you to do..."
Karen rose and left the bedroom. She refilled the scotch on her way out. She
was amused to see the former sailor staked on the lawn with the crop sticking
out of his ass. Tawny smiled at her from the pool. "I hope you don't mind.
I had henry clean our friend out and secure him. I assumed you might be using
him as a hole for henry."
Karen strode over to the edge of the pool. She smiled down at Tawny. "No
problem. I'm sorry I took so long with amy. She is...going to miss me."
"Maybe I ought to sell the little bitch if she's going to take my girlfriend
away.", Tawny joked. Then she muttered, "Leaving me out here surrounded by
penises..."
Karen laughed, then crouched down on the pool edge beside Tawny.
"You are just as sexy as you can be, Karen. But, those shoes have got to go!"
Karen looked down at her canvas tennies. She knew they weren't exactly a
compliment to her nakedness. "Bitch.", she hissed.
"Cunt!", Tawny barked.
Before Karen knew it, Tawny had grasped her by her arm and jerked her head first
into the pool. They splashed each other, loudly frolicking in the pool until
amy and henry were both in position to await their next instructions.
Karen didn't want the new toy to overhear any of her instructions to amy, so she
got out of the pool and quietly issued her orders. henry, his massive cock
still fully erect, was directed to a specific location about twenty feet in
front of their new lawn ornament and placed on his back.
Inside the garage, amy loosened the hoods on lizbeth and slut just enough to
dislodge one earplug, enabling them to hear her directions. She informed them
that they were about to play a very fun game. They would be placed at opposite
ends of the back yard with their hoods on and hands secured behind their backs.
In the yard were two male slaves. One was henry, on his back with his cock
ready for use. The other was staked to the ground, on his knees and elbows,
with a crop protruding from his ass. She explained that both Mistresses were
in the yard as well, and that the object of the game was to ensure that they
were well entertained.
"Your task is to move quickly around the yard, searching for each other and for
the two men. If you get too near the Mistresses, they will whip you. I am to
give them each a horsewhip before we begin. When you find henry you must mount
him. I will crop you when it is time for you to dismount henry and begin your
search again. You are to continue to fuck him as deeply as you can manage until
I do. The Mistresses will consider rewarding you if they feel you have taken
more than your share of henry. Do you both understand so far?"
amy was pleased to see that they nodded quickly. She sensed a bit more
enthusiasm from slut than she did from lizbeth, which was to be expected.
"Good.", she continued. "When you find the slave who is staked - and be careful
of the stakes in the ground as they could be dangerous - you are to remove the
crop from his ass with your hands, kick him twice, then straddle his body and
pee on him. Be sure not to empty yourself as you will be expected to pee on him
each time you find him. After you have peed on him you will replace the crop in
his ass. It will be awkward for you, but you can do it. Do you understand
this?" They both nodded again.
"When you find each other, you will position yourselves such that you may rub
your cunts together. You will try as best you can to achieve orgasms prior to
my cropping you, at which point you must stop. The Mistresses will determine
when I am to crop you. Do you both understand all of this?" The leather-hooded
heads nodded in unison one final time.
"They will not tolerate hesitance and want a display of lusful enthusiasm."
With that, she zipped and buckled the hoods back into place, returning both of
the women to the deaf, blind, and mute world they had been placed in.
slut had been wondering if she was going insane. Bound as she had been for much
of the day; first to the table, then to the garage ceiling, then to the garage
wall, she could not conceive of how she would ever be able to satisfy the
unending horniness that had completely taken her over. She had tried everything
possible to get something in contact with her needful cunt, but aside from Miss
Tawny's sadistic teasing earlier she had failed. Now...now! Oh, she loved the
idea of the game. She was sure she would cum and cum and cum, whipped and
cropped or not, she would cum. She would be the model of "lustful enthusiasm",
and she would guarantee the Mistresses complete satisfaction. Simply being led
out into the back yard was so much better than spending hours bound motionless.
It felt wonderful to move despite the hood and the fact that her wrists were
cuffed together behind her. She sucked in the fresh air through the tiny holes
in the heavy leather hood, and was surprised that not even the slightest amount
of light penetrated it. She could feel the hot sun beating down on her naked
body, and wondered if her cunt were not hotter. Oh! To fuck henry! She had to
find him...
She was led some distance, perceiving it to be the general area where she
prepared herself and pig each morning. Once there, however, she was spun around
several times, moved some distance more, spun around again, moved, spun, and so
on until she was completely disoriented. She would have to rely on instinct and
whatever information her bare feet could convey. If she could find the edge of
the pool or some of the plantings, she could get herself oriented. After a few
seconds passed, she thought it best to at least spread her feet the proper
distance, as required for the "wait" position. She did not want to give the
Mistresses any reason not to allow her a reward. Yes, she would hump lizbeth.
It would be delicious. Oh! slut couldn't wait!
lizbeth had been spun and moved in the same manner as slut. She, too was
completely unaware of her relative location in the yard. The cocktail of drugs
that she had unwittingly consumed earlier continued to pulse through her brain,
causing her to be completely overwhelmed by a horniness she had never known
before. Unlike slut, however, lizbeth was fearful. She had come to dread the
presence of Mistress Karen and was sure something would happen that would
ultimately lead to her punishment. The requirement that she fuck henry, and in
both holes, for God's sake, were not attractive to her at all in terms of her
preferences. But, the hunger in her cunt made the thought of it more than
tolerable. She would love to rub cunts with slut, and looked forward to finding
her.
amy gently pushed each girl off to begin the game, then took up the crop she was
to use to help guide them. She tried to keep an eye on both of them, but
quickly found them meandering in completely different directions. She ran to
catch up to lizbeth and tapped her on her right hip to direct her more to the
left. Then, she ran to slut, tapping her until she was nearly completely turned
around and heading toward the center of the yard. slut moved quickly, her heavy
breasts bouncing lewdly, the fat, long nipples poking out and up in a manner
that caused all who saw her to know just how aroused she was. Her glistening
thighs did nothing to lessen the clear impression that she was beside herself
with lust. She was searching frantically; stepping forward quickly, waving
alternating feet forward in a broad, sweeping motion in the same manner that a
blind man uses a stick. She was doing her best to cover as much area as she
could in the minimum time possible. Remarkably, she was doing so in a very
enticing way.
"Very nice.", Tawny commented.
"Yes. Given the situation she is surprisingly graceful.", Karen agreed. "More
than we can say for your clumsy English maid.", she added mockingly.
One who looked upon her in dumbfounded shock was the former sailor, helplessly
bound to the stakes in the lawn. He immediately recognized his ex-wife, and was
completely surprised by the fact that she was here and not in Costa Rica. His
muddled brain slowly processed the concept that maybe she had never been in
Costa. He remained abused and exhausted, but the sight of her...the cruelty of
what was being done to him...was so...
Lizbeth took short, rapid, mincing steps. She appeared as though she were
afraid she might hurt herself and so was being extra cautious. She would tap
her feet around a bit in front of her then take a few more steps. Though there
seemed to be a nice breeze blowing, the leather hood made her head feel as
though it were one hundred degrees. She could feel perspiration pouring out
from under it and running down over her body in teasing streams.
It was with apprehension and hope that she first bumped into something. Her
left foot just barely came into contact with something. She briefly considered
moving along, fearful that if it were anything other than slut she would surely
fail and be punished. Lizbeth realized that she was in no position to form
judgements as to how closely she was being watched and whether anyone else had
noticed her fleeting contact. So, she turned toward whatever it was and began
probing. Balancing on her right foot, she moved her left foot hurriedly around
on top of the grass, finally locating something solid. It was a foot, with the
heel in the air. She moved her foot up the lower leg to find the knee was bent
and the upper leg came back toward her. Something touched her left hip, and she
realized she must have found the mysterious "male slave" that was staked to the
yard. What had touched her was the tip of the crop that she had been told was
mounted in his ass.
lizbeth turned away, trying to find the crop with her hands, which remained
cuffed behind her. Her height was all wrong, so she spread her legs widely and
tried to crouch down. Moving backward slowly, she reached behind her with her
cuffed hands, trying to locate the crop again. Finally, she felt it and
surrounded it in her hands. Knowing that she had to reinstall it after pulling
it out, she thought it best to follow the crop down to locate the insertion
point. She was breathing heavily through the small holes in the hood, feeling
her thighs and arms strain in the awkward position she had assumed. Clearly,
the slave in whom the crop was mounted was anything but happy about it. His
hips, and thusly the crop, bounced and rotated like an angry bull. lizbeth
thought she could be easily thrown off balance and feared fallng on one of the
stakes. Rather than chance it, she simply stepped away, pulling the crop with
her.
slut hadn't changed. She was still deeply fearful of being slapped, hit,
whipped, or cropped. Not being able to see it coming was something she had
experienced in her brutal training under Miss Karen's ownership, but not
expecting it is entirely different. For a few seconds she was stunned. It was
almost as though she had been stung by a hornet, except that the pain was much
more intense and covered a large swath of her upper inside thigh. She felt the
impact, froze, then went rigid as the white, searing pain of the crop strike
shot through her entire body. She knew better than to turn away or to try to
run. After realizing she had process the pain and was still functional, she
simply continued her search in a direction that was only slightly away from
where she assumed someone would have had to stand to crop her where they had.
Tawny was laughing. The fact that they had admired slut's handling of her body
under the circumstances didn't exempt her from tasting the crop. Karen was so
good with it, that she had simply gotten in position and waited for slut to
present the inner thigh before striping it nicely. What made it funny was the
melodramatic way that Karen had blown on the crop, as though it were a
six-shooter, while she strutted away from slut.
"Very nice reaction.", Tawny said, motioning toward slut.
"Surprisingly so.", Karen agreed. "But look at yours lay into those balls!"
They both watched in amusement as lizbeth kicked the sailor squarely in his
purple, distended and engorged cock and balls. His groan was telling. "Happy
accident.", Tawny observed. Karen agreed. "Nice shot, though."
Before the sailor could recover from being kicked, he felt, then turned to see,
the woman straddle his body and begin to piss on his back. It was a brief but
full dribble that ran downhill over his upper back and shoulders before running
off into the lawn. He didn't much care about that, instead twisting to see if
his crotch hadn't been permantently disfigured. It felt as though he had been
badly injured. He was able to see that his balls were swelling, but was
relieved that they were still there. The woman had stepped back off him, but
was now crudely poking his ass with the handle of the damned riding crop. She
had felt for his ass and had taken aim as best she could between his cheeks.
Now, she threatened to poke it into his damaged balls. He lowered his ass to
protect himself, but only succeeded in helping her shove the thing deep into him
before stumbling off across the yard.
He looked off to his right to see the little one without a hood sort of tapping
Carol toward him. She had a bright red welt on her thigh, and he could see
clearly, as she scanned the yard with her legs, that her shaved pussy was
glistening and swollen. In only a few seconds, she pulled the crop out and
kicked him, hard.
"Whoa!", Karen exclaimed. "That dumb monkey sure can scream through his nose,
can't he?"
"Yes. Best one so far. Makes me wet.", answered Tawny. "I love that he knows
his wife is kicking him in the balls and pissing on him, but she doesn't know.
You are truly wicked."
"Of course I am. Did you think we'd be playing croquet on our last day
together?"
lizbeth turned a bit toward the right and was heading in Tawny's general
direction. slut had wet the sailor's back and was sweeping her way toward the
pool. She had missed henry. Karen motioned with her hand, communicating to amy
that she was to turn slut back toward henry. amy began tapping slut on her left
hip until she had her aimed in the right direction, then tapped up between her
legs to indicate that she was to go straight ahead.
Tawny got up to position herself in front of lizbeth. She was not to be outdone
by her friend and lover. She stepped agressively forward just as lizbeth
approached, shoving four fingers roughly up the slave's sopping cunt and
gripping it, forcing her thumb down hard over the clit. Reaching up with her
left hand, she gripped then twisted lizbeth's hard left nipple, holding her body
in place as she began to pump her fingers quickly in and out of the lesbian
slave's smooth, tight hole.
Tawny felt lizbeth's body shudder at the sudden penetration. She knew, however,
that all of lizbeth's sexual dislikes could quickly be overcome with the help of
the nice combination of drugs that had kept her in a state of hyperdesire for
much of the day. lizbeth had never liked being penetrated. But, Tawny had
other plans. She rotated her thumb over the slave's hardened clit, finally
taking the time to push the hood back and expose it fully. With four fingers
lodged firmly inside and her thumbnail digging into lizbeth's rigid little nub,
Tawny began working her hand in and out, in and out, in quick, short motions.
Karen watched slut discover henry and begin to mount his massive cock. She knew
how gleeful slut would be to have found him, and would have to pay close
attention to ensure she did not enjoy him too fully so early in the game.
henry, as he had been instructed, lay flat on his back on the lawn, holding his
cock straight up. He was not to assist in any other way. It was a nice sight,
with slut straddling henry, rotating her hips back and forth as she slid her
sopping, hot, and needful cunt over the giant pink head. It glistened in the
sunlight. Karen was surprised to see that slut was so wet that her juices had
begun to seep down over the length of henry's big stick as his head forced her
lips out wider to accommodate it. It hadn't taken her long to work the head up
inside her, and she had begun to force herself down onto it when Karen turned
her attention to Tawny, who was toying with lizbeth.
Karen moved up behind lizbeth, reaching around to dig her nails into the slave's
pert little nipples. This freed Tawny's left hand to begin probing the haughty
slave's asshole, something she genuinely hated. As Tawny forced a finger up
into the tight, dry little hole, she eased her thumb in under lizbeth's inner
lips and worked her hand in just a bit deeper. She knew the slave well, and
knew lizbeth would be frightened at what was happening to her. Unfortunately
for her, the copius amounts of lubricant that she was producing demonstrated
that her body was clearly betraying her mind.
"You've never fisted her?", Karen asked.
"No...she absolutely hates to have things in her cunt.", Tawny replied
matter-of-factly. She was pushing upward with steady pressure now, fighting
lizbeth's obvious effort to resist. This was something she had been wanting to
correct for a very long time. No slave of hers would have the freedom to reject
the full and unfettered use of her cunt. Tawny had chastised herself many times
over for allowing the circumstance to continue. Today was the day that she
would break lizbeth. In Tawny's mind she felt that to do so while lizbeth's
body was artificially aroused to such a high degree was the more compassionate
approach to take. This didn't mean that the process would be gentle in any way,
just that the timing was convenient.
Frustrated that lizbeth would work so hard to keep her out, Tawny jerked her
finger out of lizbeth's unwelcoming ass and reached around to dig her nails into
lizbeth's exposed clit. She pinched it between her fingers and pulled it
roughly downward while at the same time thrusting upward with her fist. She
made a little progress with that, but was struck mainly by the immediate
increase in the rise and fall of lizbeth's full, round breasts on her chest.
Tawny certainly had her attention. She twisted the clit, nearly rotating it the
full distance around, and thrust her fist upward quickly four or five times.
She was rewarded by a gain of an inch or two, but felt the cunt opening beyond
the point where it would be feasible to resist any further. A long dollop of
lizbeth's "sweet English" slowly moved down Tawny's arm, tickling her as it
went.
Tawny looked up momentarily, appreciating the abuse Karen was inflicting on
lizbeth's quickly reddening tits. Karen alternately slapped, squeezed, pinched,
and twisted the quivering, gelatinous orbs in a manner that showcased all of the
expertise she had amassed over the years. This motivated Tawny to inflict her
own discomfort on the helpless British slave. She leaned forward to suck the
flesh surrounding the clit between her teeth began biting it. lizbeth
immediately started to shake uncontrollably. Tawny then pushed upward again,
and in one, single, raw thrust she forced her hand into lizbeth's spasming
cunt. Tawny savored the resiliency of the cunt as it enveloped her hand and
slowly constricted again around her wrist. She held it there briefly, allowing
what she as sure was the most intense orgasm of lizbeth's young life to crest,
before forcing her hand even more deeply into the girl's womb. She regretted
that the orgasm had occurred at all, but the fact that it had made it all the
more necessary to force the issue so that lizbeth could not begin to believe any
of this was about her pleasure.
Karen seized each breast at it's base, squeezing them into tight, round balls
and playfully slapping them against each other. She knew how Tawny could get
carried away once she got a slave's cunt between her teeth. She would have to
keep an eye on her to keep her from making a mess of things. Karen glanced
toward slut. She shook her head in wonder at how that cunt could take that much
cock so quickly. It was almost as though slut were doing deep knee bends as she
steadily rode the thick, long pole. Karen knew at that moment that slut could
take it to the hilt with the proper encouragement. She only lacked six or seven
more inches as it was.
She made eye contact with amy and nodded, indicating that slut had enjoyed
enough fucking for the moment. amy responded by placing the crop under slut's
ass and raising it until slut's cunt was forced up and over the bulbous,
slickened purple head. It was comical how slut was moving now that she knew
where the big cock was. She would obviously try to circle around to it again,
without it being obvious. Karen dropped lizbeth's right tit to make a circling
motion for amy. Dutifully, amy guided slut off to a corner of the yard and
began to spin slut around to get her disoriented again.
Karen again took hold of the right breast, but stretched it out of the way so
that she could see Tawny. She was proud to see that she was pistoning her arm
in and out of the arrogant bitch slave. Karen found lizbeth's muffled
whimperings to be surprisingly enjoyable. It seemed she was in considerable
pain as Tawny began to thrust up ever further toward her cervix. This was good.
The cunt simply did not rise to the level that Tawny had allowed her to enjoy.
Though Karen had kept her opinion to herself, she believed lizbeth would make a
better property whore than a household servant. There would be time for all
such adjustments.
"I think as soon as you have gotten that cunt worked over we should put her on
henry.", Karen suggested casually.
Tawny now had half her lower arm encased in lizbeth's flesh, and was greatly
enjoying every second of it. Rather than interrupt her pit-bull-like grip on
lizbeth's raw clit, she simply nodded, shaking the abused nub in the process.
lizbeth's cunt juices flowed downward over her chin and neck.
slut had almost cum on henry's cock. She felt cheated, abused, and humiliated
to have been denied the orgasm that had been rising in her as she ground herself
down on his awesome cock. Despite being removed to another area and spun
around, she was confident she would find him again and again. After being so
filled, she was less interested in finding lizbeth than in fucking henry again.
Oh! She could feel her cunt flow freely down her thighs and simply
wanted...cock. She wondered briefly about the other male slave, the one she had
kicked and pissed on. Would she be allowed to swallow his cock and to milk him
dry? If only she could get some cum down her throat. She longed for it...the
hood was so hot and the penis gag such a tease...she felt so empty...if only she
could find henry again!
The poor former sailor was stupified. He had just watched his former wife, the
woman he thought he still loved, the school teacher, quite willingly mount
herself on the biggest cock he had ever seen. Whatever was going on here was
just bizarre. He recalled how much of a prude she had been. Despite having her
hands bound behind her and the S&M hood, she clearly was excited and eager to
locate the faggoty guy with the huge penis. She had kicked him in the balls,
raped his ass with the handle of a crop, pissed on him, and enthusiastically
fucked in front of him. Whatever had happened to her, it had brought about
quite a change. He recalled how much he had enjoyed those nipples, and how
embarrassed she had always been by them. He knew something wasn't right when he
got the "Dear John" letter, divorce papers, and subsequent glossies depicting
her sucking and fucking a black man. She had been taken from him and turned
into something...some kind of...sexual freak. It was all too much to bear. His
balls felt as though they might explode in the harness. He shook his ass,
trying to work the crop out of it. Fuck! The little one that had been steering
Carol around was coming toward him.
Karen had left Tawny to continue to piston her lower arm into lizbeth while she
strolled up behind the dumb former sailor. There was nothing like a kick to the
balls to get them to mind their own business. While he was distracted by amy,
Karen stepped into a nice, smooth, full kick that she thought worthy of a
football guy. His knees came off the ground and he writhed in agony, emitting
that wonderful animalistic keening through his nose. "Keep your eyes focused on
that cock that your wife loves so much.", Karen said calmly.
