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Jane - Chapter 11
The trip home was torture. My cunt and ass were sore, my jaw
ached, but the torture was also mental. I hoped that Amanda would be gone.
But how was Joe going to take all this? We had left on the pretense of a
shopping trip. I was coming back home a disheveled wreck, cum
everywhere. How would I explain that?
Would I have to explain it? I didn't think I would. I'll bet that Emily
would not let me talk at all. She had taken over everything. It scared me to
think like that. I hadn't always been a follower had I? My relationship with
Joe was 50/50 wasn't it? I had almost an hour to think about it.
Maybe she was right. I looked back at my life and the closer I looked,
the more I saw a submissive looking back. Joe had made the decision on
where we live. How we live, Joe's choice. Even what movie we go to see,
most of the time it was Joe's choice. My god, I've been Joe's slave all my
adult life! The choices I have made were small and of little consequence.
Anything big that came up I waited for Joe's input to tell me how to
proceed. Any resistance in my soul started to drain away. I sank slowly into
the entire experience. What choice did I have? Mistress Emily was right; it
was what I had always done. Maybe what I was born to do.
My hand kept busy in my cunt but provided me with no distraction
or pleasure. While it was true that with all the sex I had this afternoon I was
"fucked out" but it ran far deeper than that. I had a hollow spot inside and it
was growing. Looking back at it now it was almost like I went into shock,
totally emotionally numb. I sat there, silent with my thoughts, my fingers
diddling with myself until Mistress Emily slapped me lightly across the
cheek. We were parked in the driveway. I straightened my skirt and got out
of the car. Stumbling several times before Mistress Emily got underneath
one shoulder and helped me to the door. She rang the door bell and waited
for Joe to answer.
Of all the things that were recorded today his look when he saw me
was the one thing I wish I did have on tape. Joe's face went from the normal,
old Joe face to utter stupidity in the blink of an eye. He froze, his mouth
hanging open, eyes wide and no sound at all until Mistress Emily spoke.
"Don't just stand there you moron, help me, she's heavy."
His feet slowly unglued themselves from the floor and came to grab
me. I fell completely into his arms. He wordlessly hugged me as he half
dragged, half carried me inside. Mistress Emily instructed him to set me in
the living room chair. He did and then turned back to Mistress Emily.
"What the hell happened to Jane? You were going shopping?"
"Well handsome, we got a little detoured, your little wifey here
ended up pulling a train this afternoon which is going to provide us our
evening's entertainment." She held the tape up and waved it at Joe.
"Trust me, it was quite the sight and before you say anymore you
should just wait and I can explain while we watch. I think we need to get our
little slut into the shower. Slut, go ahead and take a shower then redo your
hair and makeup. Take an hour, no more."
Joe helped me to the bathroom and helped me undress. He was
shocked at the condition of my body. I had small fingerprint size bruises and
scrapes all over my tits; and my cunt lips were swollen to twice their normal
size, not to mention the condition that my asshole was sure to be in.
"My god Jane what happened to you? What did you do today?"
"Ask Mistress Emily. She told you that she would tell you."
"I'm asking you Jane. What the hell happened?"
Anger rose in the pit of my stomach for the first time, "You started
this shit and you have no idea what you did; yet. Mistress Emily told you she
would tell you and that's it. I can't say a word."
"Damn it Jane I am your husband. You tell me now!"
"No. My Mistress told you that she would tell you and after what
happened to me this afternoon there is no way I'm going against her. You
want to know you go talk with her."
At that moment Mistress Emily appeared in the door. "Good girl.
Now Joe let Slut take her shower and come out and help me with the food.
Everything will be explained in good time." She reached out and patted my
cheek obviously happy with my actions. She led Joe out and I turned my
attention to the water. For the second time today I climbed into water as hot
as I can stand it. But that seemed like a lifetime ago that I took my shower
this morning. I lost myself in the feeling of the water, scalding hot, stripping
the actions of the day away. Emily, by giving me an hour, gave me a chance
to get back some of the old me. I soaked forever and it did help restore my
energy. Drying off and looking in the mirror was a shock. My body was a
wreck. My tits looked like they had been mauled by wild animals. Looking
away I focused on the task at hand, my hair and make up. After getting
myself back to presentable I wasn't sure where to go. Should I just go out?
Heading into the bedroom I thought the smart thing to do is wear my 'home
outfit'. Quickly pulling on my stockings and garters, half bra and heels I
straightened out my lines and headed into the kitchen.
"Slut!! I am so happy with you. You are being very good tonight. I
am pleased. For remembering your duty you can eat at the big table."
Joe didn't look pleased but frankly I didn't care at that point. They
had sandwiches and drinks ready on the table and the smell of food
reminded me that I hadn't eaten anything all day. Mistress patted the chair
next to her and I sat. I attacked the food devouring all of it. Nothing was said
at all by anyone during the meal. The silence was eerie. When everyone was
finished Mistress bade me to follow her as she headed into the living room.
She inserted the tape in the VCR and sat on the couch, looking up at Joe she
patted the couch next to her.
"On the floor next to my feet Slut, kneel and face the TV. You will
want to see this.
Doing as instructed I waited in anticipation of what the tape would
show. So much of what I did was a blur to me. The tape came to life and it
started with me sucking Tony's cock. After he was finished the boys started
coming in at an amazing pace. The sounds I was making as they used me to
sate their animal lust were guttural and primitive. Grunts, groans, moans and
even a couple of encouragements to fuck me harder, (which I don't
remember at all), were part of my response to the fucking I was receiving.
They took turns, some in my cunt and mouth. Only a few used my ass. But I
cleaned all of them when they finished.
"Now this is the good part pay attention boys and girls."
The boy had just finished fucking me doggie style and pulled out and
came around in front of me. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head
up to suck his cock clean. When he was done he dropped my hair and left.
The camera showed me with my head on the table moaning quietly. My eyes
were closed. The camera swung to the front as the flap opened and two more
boys entered. It was easy to see that they were very young, no older than 16.
They crossed the distance to me fast and dropped their pants. In that time I
hadn't moved. One came up in front and one behind. When he presented his
cock to my lips I opened and started sucking. The other one slid behind me
and drilled into my well lubed cunt. Neither one lasted very long and they
high five'd each other after they were done. I cleaned the boy that fucked
me, looking at him the whole time. My heart sank looking at that. I might
have been able to plead the case that I didn't know what was happening but I
was looking directly at him as I sucked his cock clean of our combined
juices.
"Oh Slut those boys are 15. You just had sex with 2 minors on film,
Naughty, naughty Slut, that tape will get you 15 years in jail, at least."
Whatever hold she had by exercising my fear of losing Joe was
replaced. This was completely different. No doubt I would go to jail for that.
She had me cold now. The tape continued to the next boy coming in, he
rolled me on my back and entered me without a single word.
"Oh slut you have got me very horny with all this underage fucking
and I think your hubby has a hard cock also. Come over and lick my pussy
while we watch the rest of your show."
Mistress Emily rose up and pulled her pants off. She was naked
underneath. I pulled myself up and started licking her pussy. I watched as
her hand went to Joe's pants and rubbed his bulge. She pushed my head
back and brought my face up to look at her.
"Take out your husbands cock, I want to play with it, then you can
go back to eating me." I reached over and unzipped Joe without looking up
at him. His cock was hard as a rock as Emily wrapped her hand tightly
around the shaft and slowly pumped it. She used her free hand to pull my
head back down between her legs. I licked and sucked her clit until she
pushed my head away. I glanced over and Joe's rock hard cock was still in
her hand.
"Turn around slut and watch yourself on TV. Do not turn around. I
want some privacy while I fuck your husband. Oh and Slut, get those hands
busy one in that cunt and one on the nipples. You have permission to cum if
you can after that performance this afternoon. I know we will be. Maybe you
can watch us later."
She was going to fuck him. I knew that was going to happen, didn't
I? I had known that this morning, but it still hurt me, badly. Between the
grunting and groaning coming from the TV and the noises on the couch it
was a sexual sound collage. Still my fingers did little to stimulate me.
Slap....... Slap ............. Slap.... Slap .... Slap......
Joe's pace was increasing as I could here the slapping of his balls
against her pussy. Her grunting as he buried his cock into the pussy that I
helped to lubricate. The humiliation of listening to my husband of almost 20
years fucking on my couch while I am forced to watch myself being ravaged
by so many boys started to work on my mind and my cunt. I could feel
myself becoming slicker by the moment.
The large cock boy was just coming into the camera. His cock was as
huge as I thought it was. At the same time he entered me on TV, Emily
shouted out her first cum. She was encouraging Joe to fuck her harder as she
wanted to cum again. Joe's groan quickly followed her prostrations. I had
heard that groan all my life and knew what it meant. He had cum.
Through all the events of the day that single moment is the one I will
always remember. I know it's such a double standard, I had fucked so many
men and boys in the last 48 hours I could not count the number. But it was
different, I had little choice in the matter, I did not do it totally by the force
of my own will. Joe had a choice, and he made it. Fucking Mistress Emily
was a matter of his free will.
There was no way that I would cum again with; would I? My fingers
were busy but finally my body wasn't going to fail me for now; I hoped. I
was wrong.
"Slut, get back up here and clean my pussy. Get your husbands cum
out."
I could smell the strong aroma of sperm as I turned and moved in to
comply. The taste was so strong, the cum was leaking out as I lapped at her
pussy. I could feel Emily's passion building as I licked her. I continued
licking and teasing her clit until she orgasmed and pushed my head back.
"Nice job Slut, now you have a cock to clean. Get your mouth on it
Slut."
Joe had been sitting right next to her and watched me eat her so his
cock was already semi hard from the show I had put on, now and on the
tape. I licked the shaft and cleaned their drying cum off it.
"Keep going Slut, looks like your hubby likes it. Get him ready for
me again. I do love a stiff dick and I want to fuck in your bed while you
watch."
In the background I could here one of the boys urging another to fuck
the old cunt harder. The humiliation hit the high note with hearing that, my
cunt spasmed hard as I licked and sucked Joe's cock.
"Good enough Slut. Come on Joe lets go to bed, I need more fucking.
Slut, turn off the TV and come in the bedroom, stand next to the bed while
we fuck. I want to hear you cum watching us fuck." With that command she
got up and took Joe's hand, heading for the bedroom without a backward
glance. I rose and pulled the tape out of the VCR. Turning off the TV I
headed back.
By the time I got to the bedroom they were lying side by side kissing
and fondling each other. Joe looked up and I thought I saw a look of anger in
his face before he turned back to Emily. Emily saw me and patted the bed
next to her. I moved to the edge and looked down as they continued to play
with each other. Knowing what she wanted I spread my feet and got my
fingers busy. She glanced up and looked at my tits. I got that she wanted the
other hand busy also. My nipples were very sensitive from all the afternoons
abuse so lightly pulling on them brought waves of pain and pleasure that
combined with the fingers playing across my clit.
I started to feel the pressure building again. Emily moved on top of
Joe and I could see his rigid cock slowly push into her pussy. As she started
moving up and down I could see the lips of her pussy riding his cock,
pulling up and down with the motion of her hips. She would make a few
slow and deliberate stokes and then move in a slow circle on his cock. As
she took her time enjoying the fucking she watched me.
"Get used to this Slut. I like fucking your husband. I can see your
liking it too Slut. You like watching other women fucking your husband in
your own bed? Your cunt's leaking; I can see it on your fingers. Pull those
nipples harder. I want them to hurt for me."
I moaned as I complied, the pain building the passion between my
thighs. Emily picked up the pace, bouncing harder and harder on Joe's cock.
My last orgasm of the day exploded on me as the fucking in front of me
reached a frenzied pace. Soon after me Emily's orgasm came to a
shuddering conclusion. She ground down hard on his cock crushing his balls
with her passion.
As Emily's orgasm subsided she rolled off Joe's hard on. "I'm tired
Slut. Get your mouth on that cock. Make your husband cum."
I moved to kneel on the bed quickly covering Joe's cock with my
mouth, sucking him as hard and fast as I could. I wanted to get it done. I
wanted to sleep. I wanted to go back to my life. I guess two out of three ain't
bad.
It didn't take Joe long before his load went straight down my throat. It
was pure reflex to clean him up before I pulled away and sat down on the
bed.
Emily broke the silence, "I know that this has been a lot to process
today for both of you. But I am not going to use the tape to hurt anyone
unless you two make me. Joe we can do this together right? And have some
real fun too. Slut can do your bidding when she is home but when I want her
to serve me, she serves me. If you can live with that we are good. If not she
goes to jail for a long time and you lose everything."
"What choice do I have Emily. That tape gets out I'm finished at
work. So I guess you get your way."
Finished at work? Oh my god, he did even consider that I would go to
jail, finished at work my ass. What a selfish bastard.
"Oh come on Joe. Look at all the fringe benefits. You get me and
more to come."
"OK Emily you win. I agree. I'm too tired to argue with you."
"Good Joe glad to hear it. I'm tired too. I'm going to go home and
sleep. I'll be in touch. Slut, all the rules that you have been following are to
remain in effect. You will never know when I will come and check on you.
You found out what will happen if you disobey me. Be a good little Slut and
walk me out."
She leaned in and kissed my cheek. With a kiss for Joe she whisked
out of the bedroom and headed for the living room. I followed her and
waited while she got dressed.
"Display Cunt, do you need to be punished? Did you forget so
quickly?"
I snapped into display, again red faced and hoping that she wouldn't
punish me. After she dressed she instructed me to bend over, grab my ankles
and turn my ass toward her. I complied and was swiftly greeted with three or
four sharp slap to my thighs.
"Now Cunt, I have to spank you. You have to learn to behave. You
tell me how many times to spank you. Don't choose too low or I'll add a 100
to the number you give me."
I didn't want to be humiliated and spanked like this but the thought of
too low a number was scary enough that I didn't want to risk it. I prayed that
I was about to do right.
"Please Mistress I was bad punish me. Will you please correct me?
Please spank my ass 30 times Mistress."
"Good girl. I was thinking 15 but 30 is fine Slut. Count them out and
thank me for correcting you after each one. Ready?"
"Yes Mistress." My voice was trembling.
SLAP.....
She hit me so hard I involuntary moved forward.
"One, thank you Mistress." Tear were welling up as she continued to
spank me. This was repeated for the next twenty nine times. By the thirtieth
spank I was bawling like a baby. My ass was on fire and several of the
spanks had been on my upper thighs and they were no better off. After
giving me a minute to reduce my blubbering to sniffles Emily spoke again.
"After you are punished, you thank me and go back to display."
I snapped to the display position and thanked her for correcting me.
"Now stop your whining. You deserved it. Now Cunt I want to be
sure you understand your rules. All of the rules Joe laid out for you are still
in effect. Difference is that your 'Home Outfit' will be worn at all times.
You can put on clothes when Amanda is home but that is the only time. And
the clothes you do put on are the ones that I would approve of. It's your
problem to explain to her why you are dressing like the slut that you are. No
cuming without my permission unless your husband or someone else is
fucking you. Oh that's right you do not have the right to say no anymore. I
don't care who it is or where they want to fuck, you fuck. You will never
know if the person is someone I sent to test you. You know what happens
then, everybody sees the tape and your life is gone. Now give your Mistress
a kiss good night and go to bed."
She offered me her cheek and I kissed it as she asked. She turned and
left. I stood there for a minute watching her go afraid to move. I let her get
into her car and drive away before I broke from the display position and
rubbed my scalded butt. Making my way into the bedroom was an effort. Joe
was already asleep when I got there. I curled up on my side of the bed, no
less in the wet spot they left and cried myself to sleep. I was trapped, there
was no way out. My sleep was thin and restless. I dreamed of cocks and
cunts. As the sunlight snuck in the window and streamed across my face I
rolled and looked at Joe sleeping. Why had I seen anger in his face? Did I
see anger or was it my imagination?
Those thoughts left me as I moved. My muscles screamed. I couldn't
believe how sore my body was. I looked back and could see bruising where I
was spanked. My tits had bruising all over them. My cunt was red and lips
were swollen to twice its normal size. I creaked out of bed and headed into
the bathroom. Looking in the mirror scared me. My makeup was running
everywhere. I had bites and scratches on my shoulders and neck.
What I needed was a bath, a long, hot soaking bath. While I was
soaking, the steam rising around me, my mind played a tape of the boys
fucking me. As abused as my body was it still started to respond, my hand
drifted down and lightly hovered above my clit. The touch was electric. It
only took a few minutes to get almost to the point of no return. I pulled my
hand away like it was on fire when I remembered no orgasms were allowed.
After stopping I thought about it, how would she know if I had an orgasm? I
could do just a quickie. I would feel so much better. It was almost too
tempting but the fear Mistress Emily has planted in me was growing all by
itself. The orgasm wasn't worth the chance she would find out and the pain
it would cause me.
Toweling off was an adventure all by itself as my body was so
sensitive to the touch. The bedroom was empty when I went back. Joe must
have got up while I was in the tub. Dressing in my 'home outfit' I moved to
the kitchen, Joe was at the coffee maker. He looked back at me and that look
was almost the same as the one I did see last night.
"What are you wearing that for? This crap is over."
The body was stiff but I moved to him with the speed that I didn't
think I was possible. Before I even knew what I was going to do my arm
raised by itself and struck Joe open handed across the cheek, twice.
"You rotten, arrogant, bastard!!!! You ignorant, self centered
asshole!!! This is your fault! You are so fucking clueless it's pitiful!!! That
woman controls me because YOU brought her here!!! I didn't do it you
asshole, YOU did. Do you know that she threatened me with the first night?
YOUR job and YOUR career asshole!! You were too fucking drunk to
protect me last night and I got ass raped by two men while she took pictures.
Your job and future was gone pal. History!! She was going to take those
pictures to your boss if I didn't do exactly what she told me to. And after I
got raped the first night, it happened again yesterday!! Only with more men
and you're disgusted with ME?!? Where the fuck were you to help me,
protect me? Fuck you Joe. Seriously fuck you. This is your fault fuck head
and now that woman is in charge of me and what I do, not YOU. Got it
ASSHOLE? She told me to wear this and I am wearing it, just SHUT THE
FUCK UP!!!!
At the end of the tirade I collapsed in a sobbing heap on the floor. I
had never struck anyone in my life and all the emotion built up in the last
two days came pouring out. Joe stood like a statue, he had no idea what to
say or do. So I laid there and sobbed until I couldn't cry anymore.
I picked myself up and sat down at the table. Joe finally moved and
brought me a cup of coffee. He sat down next to me, his way of telling me
he was sorry was to reach out and stroke my hair.
"Your right Jane, I'm sorry. I got stupid. I never ever thought that it
would end up like this. I'm sorry you had to suffer. So what do we do now?"
"WE don't have to do much at all. I have to do exactly what she says
to do. I have no choice for several different reasons. Maybe she will get tired
of the game. But for now I am hers. Does that bother you Joe?"
"Yes it does. You have always been mine and now your not. That's
hard for me."
"It's hard for me too. But at the moment I am her slave. You saw the
tape, she did it to entrap me for her own games but there was more. She
loves to humiliate and belittle me. I don't think it has gone as far as it is
going to go yet. You should have seen what she did to me before I went to
the tent. The chair I was made to sit in hurt me bad. I would have done
anything to get out of it."
"She hurt you? On purpose? That's it! I'm going to bitch slap her till
she begs me to stop."
"That's a great idea Joe. You go do that and when I go to jail for
having sex with minors you can be in the cell next to me for assault. That
will be great for Amanda. Sit down and relax, nothing can be changed right
now. Some part of me liked the last two days so I will have to draw on those
part to survive this."
We both sat there contemplating our future and the past. The images
from the last two days danced in my head. The silence was broken by the
ringing of the phone. I answered and it was Mistress Emily.
"Hi Cunt, miss me? How's your ass?"
"Yes Mistress Emily and it's a little sore Mistress."
"Good, that will help you to remember to mind. I called because
Rachael and Amanda are on the way to your house. Thought I would give
you a heads up. I want you to dress in the sluttiest clothes you have.
Something very short for a skirt, no half bra and the thinnest, tightest top
you own. I want everyone to look at your tits today. The girls are going to go
shopping and your going to take them."
"Yes Mistress." I think this was going to be harder than all the sex I
had for the last two days. Dressed like a whore, right in public, with Amanda
there to see.
"Don't fuck with me on this. If Rachael has to correct your clothes
when she gets there its 30 minutes in the chair at the worst settings I can
make it. Or we could always let sweet Amanda visit you in jail?"
"No Mistress I will dress as you wish."
"You better. I want Amanda to see what a slut she has for a mother.
Get your hand in your cunt while you are talking to me."
I reached down and fingered my sore cunt while she continued to
abuse me on the phone. Sadly I found it wet when I got my fingers there and
it was getting wetter by the minute.
"Don't you do anything to hide or cover yourself either Cunt. I want
her to see the men looking at your tits and cunt. I want her to understand
what a slut her mother is. I'll bet your cunt is soaked right now thinking
about it, isn't it? Just thinking about it got you wet didn't it?"
There was no reason to lie, "Yes Mistress it is wet."
"Good keep it that way all day and you do what you are told by
Rachael. Or you know what you will get, 1/2 hour per fuckup in the chair. Or
maybe I will show Amanda what a cum slut her mother really is and let her
see the tape."
"No Mistress please I'll be good. I promise. Please don't do that."
"I am not going to do anything, whatever happens it will be your fault.
Always remember that it's you that causes these things to happen."
"Yes Mistress."
"Now I want that hand in that cunt every hour today, but no orgasms
unless Rachael gives you permission. Go get dressed."
"Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress."
Hanging up the phone and looking back Joe was sitting at the table
watching me fuck myself. Without thinking I pulled my fingers out and
cleaned them off.
"I have to dress. The girls are coming and they want me to take them
shopping. Be ready, I have to dress very slutty today."
"In front of Amanda and Rachael?"
"Yes. Believe me the threats she made are far worse than letting
Amanda see me dressed like that and Rachael is no big deal at this point, she
has seen me at Mistress's condo naked and I had sex with her.
"With Rachael?"
"Yes with Rachael. She had me lick her pussy, twice yesterday."
"Did you like it?"
"Yes. Again Joe some parts are OK. You know I am a submissive Joe,
I love to please. That part is true. It's just I would rather submit to you than
Mistress Emily. Please come into the bedroom with me so I can get dressed.
They will be here any minute and I have to be dressed."
We moved to the bedroom and I stripped off my half bra. I had a
white stretch top that was too small for me and a black, pleated skirt. The top
fit me like a second skin, the contour of my tits and my nipples were plainly
visible. The skirt was only a few inches below my ass cheeks. I would have
to be careful if I sat or bent over. Finishing the outfit with black pumps and
looking in the mirror it was hard to believe I was going out dressed like this.
My brain screamed, 'WHORE'. But it was not my choice to make.
"Wow Jane. I don't know what to say. I know you have too but damn.
You are one sexy slut."
"Thank you Master."
"You don't have to call me Master Jane."
"I want too Master. Please? It keeps me balanced."
"OK honey. From now on you call me Master. I do love it. I love you
too. You know that."
"Yes Joe I do. I love you too. Sorry I hit you today."
"It's OK, I deserved it. I was being a real asshole. And I am sorry I
got you into this. I promise I will figure a way out for us."
"OK Master I'm ready. I hope that Amanda doesn't freak out on me."
I moved to the kitchen as the front door opened and the girls came in.
I saw the look of shock come over Amanda's face. She stopped and looked
me up and down. Rachael bumped into her because she stopped so quickly.
This got Amanda moving again. They moved in the living room.
"Mom we are going shopping you can't go like that."
"I'm sorry you don't approve dear but your father picked it out."
Rachael looked at me and whistled, "Wow Mrs. D I think your
smokin today. Let's go shopping."
"Mom you can't go out like that. I can see your nipples right through
that top."
"Now Mandy your mom is a hottie. Leave her alone. Let her strut it if
she wants too. If your dad's OK with it then who are you?"
"It's gross Rachael."
"Leave her alone."
No one had ever been able to call Amanda, 'Mandy' ever, she hated it.
At least the outfit was to Rachael's liking, one less thing to worry about.
Amanda had a pout on her face as they headed up to her room.
"We will be down and ready to go in a minute Mrs. D. We can take
my car."
"OK Rachael. I'll wait here for you two."
I stood there worrying about the day, fussing with the dress. Not that
pulling at it would make it any longer. God please let today not be too bad
for me. I heard the girls bounding down. Both were dressed very
conservatively, sweatshirts and baggy jeans. The contrast made me look
even sluttier.
"Ready Mrs. D.?"
I nodded and we headed out to the car.
To Be Continued...................................
