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                    Catherine’s Punishment: Part Nine

                    A continuing story for Adults by Johhnyboy

                             Knotsshackles@yahoo.com

 

 

Catherine Dixon sat upon her bed wearing only her black garter belt and matching stockings, stared at the money she had just counted after ripping open the envelope the Chauffeur Charles had passed to her.

 Catherine, hoping Dan was fast asleep, pushed open the front door of her house, after  with his help she had   eased her weary battered body from within the comfortable depths of the BMW.

 

Five thousand pounds was the astonishing amount Catherine counted, the same amount her husband made in a month of hard work.

But after being tied, beaten and to all intents raped by three wealthy strangers, tears streamed from Catherine’s eyes as she realized she had just been paid that very amount to be their whore for the evening, a very expensive high class Hooker!

How far down into this pit of depravity she had slid, from a stupid, stupid, self indulgent afternoon of madness with two of her young son’s friends to now servicing wealthy middle aged Men as their high class whore.

 

Catherine now realized these past weeks had obviously been used by Sean and Tony to trick, beat charm and blackmail her into a position of utter and complete subservience to both of them, a position from which she saw no means of escape

Confessing to her husband was no longer an option for things had gone far beyond a point at which Catherine could have pleaded stupidity brought about a the loneliness of only having him home at weekends.

A simple fling, a crush on a young boy would maybe, in time be forgiven, not though the mounting evidence his wife was an only partly reluctant participant in some of the most sordid activities one could imagine.

 

Tearfully Catherine sank into her piping hot bath asking herself just what she had done to deserve this, her life as a faithful forty two year old wife and loving Mother with some standing in the community had been stripped away as surely as those men tonight had stripped her last vestiges of dignity.

So much so that she was now even forced to submit to Dan, her very own son, to be bent over his knee and spanked as a naughty child, except of course that a child would not orgasm from that spanking.

 

 

 

 

 Or that the person spanking that naughty child would not, despite his Mothers protests, slip his fingers between cunt lips with his free hand as Dan had done to his Mother whilst his obviously erect penis pushed up through his pants hard against Catherine’s stomach.

Vividly, Catherine recalled how Dan’s rhythmic spanking of her naked bottom had been matched by his fingers so easily slipping in and out of her virgina whilst so cruelly and humiliatingly telling his own Mother she was a naughty girl, that she deserved her spanking, that, from now on he would  punish her whenever she were disobedient toward him!  

 

Catherine had so much wanted to jump from Dan’s lap, to scold him, tell him she was his mother that his father would be told about this.

 But Catherine did none of these things for her yet again her body betrayed her and instead, lay passively upon Dan’s lap whilst Catherine’s son spanked and masturbated his Mother toward an eventual unbelievable orgasm.  

 

Eventually Dan permitted his Mother to rise from his lap, smiling broadly whilst his highly embarrassed Mother was forced to rearrange herself before him.  

 Catherine left Dan’s room shortly afterward, spared, at least for the time being, the appalling thought of her son ordering his Mother to service him in some way or another.

Catherine knew she should at that moment tell Dan what he had just done to his Mother was sinful and so very wrong, that it must never, never happen again

But the appalling yet undeniable truth for Catherine was she felt more alive, vibrant and exhilarated at that moment than she had in all her years of marriage to her husband. So, saying none of those things Dan’s Mother ran like a naughty child to her own room whereupon she threw herself onto her bed, quietly sobbing away her humiliating punishment.

Since then, normality seemed to return, when their paths crossed Catherine, too embarrassed herself to broach the subject was amazed that Dan acted as if it had never happened, treating his Mother with the same respect and consideration he had always done.

 

 

Sinking deeper into her Bath, Catherine pondered upon just what Dan would say and do should he discover just what sordid excesses his Mother had been subjected to earlier

When, after Peter had informed her of the exact purpose of being shown the ‘special bench’ and showing her the positions she would be expected to assume on the leather bound upholstered bench it had been David who invited her to join them in a toast to their forthcoming mutual pleasures.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

With the now well accustomed civility George had asked Catherine if you would not mind fetching the tray of replenished wine glasses from a nearby table. With just the tiny thong, well buried between her cheeks, Catherine’s otherwise naked bottom swayed deliciously before the three men, as did her large perky breasts upon her return with the tray but Catherine was fat too preoccupied by the glasses on the tray to even notice their approving inspection of the beautiful mature body of their ‘Hostess’

One by one they took the glasses of Red Wine proffered on the tray by Catherine.

‘Ah, I see you prefer white, my dear chucked David whilst Catherine looked down at the remaining wine glass containing not wine but the combined sperm jettisoned earlier into Catherine’s mouth by each man before being decanted by Catherine into the wine glass she which from she was now expected  drink.   

 

 

‘Do pick up your glass my Dear, we are waiting for the toast, oh, and do please drink it all Catherine, even if it means licking the inside of your glass’

It was David, the leader for the evening who led the toast.

‘Well, drink up all, here’s to our beautiful hostess, may her beating and fucking commence!’

As one they drank whilst Catherine, with no option but to raise her glass to her lips looked down in revulsion as its white sticky glutinous contents began to slide between her lips and on into her mouth.   

 

 

It took a huge effort of will power for her not to throw up whilst obediently swallowing these combined contents of their ball under their scrutiny, but swallow Catherine did, even managing to lick clean the sticky residue from inside the glass. With an odd sense of pride Catherine then replaced the glass, along with the others on the tray to nodding murmurs of combined appreciation.

‘Well done my Dear’ said David. Now, perhaps you would be kind enough to join us at our special bench Catherine where you will decide which of us you wish to fuck you first whilst being beaten by the others two although we shall all course enjoy all of your holes in due course!’ 

 

The incredulous Catherine, mind reeling from David’s insane statement wanted to flee, to run out of there as fast as her legs could carry her, but knew full well if she were to attempt escape the consequences would be dire with Charles the chauffeur waiting outside for any opportunity to apply his iron like grip upon her once more, also she was all but naked and would never get past Charles anyway.

Besides, although the very thought of having three strange penises penetrate her was totally and utterly abhorrent, Catherine had tasted and drank the sperm from each of their cocks anyway So, to get this latest humiliation over and done with, in total embarrassment and not looking at any of them Catherine whispered the word ‘David’, what difference did it make anyway as they would all eventually fuck every part of her.

 

 

 

 

 

 

So, after congratulating Catherine upon her choice with the now customary politeness it was Peter who helped the apprehension trembling, yet compliant  blonde housewife up upon the leather bench, arranging her into a hands and knees  position with Catherine’s knees spread wide apart. Whilst George did the same to Catherine’s wrists, Peter secured her ankles into the padded leather anklets attached to the bench via loose stainless steel chains; the whole effect was to allow Catherine some freedom of movement whilst escape was impossible.

 

The first blow, unseen by Catherine came upon her almost naked bottom. Delivered by George, the thin whippy riding crop landed with force that pushed Catherine as far forward as the restraints would allow,   seconds after expelling a huge force of air from her lungs, the mature blonde beauty as crying out in pain.  

 

 

‘Really my dear’ said peter standing beside George, his hand soothing the red mark appearing on Catherine’s buttock.

You have only just begun your punishment, a little less noise if you please, otherwise we shall be forced to ask Charles to apply the ball gag once again’

So Catherine, as more blows from the crop, paddle, cane and a cat o nine tails landed upon her bottom, back and thighs at regular intervals, each of the three men taking a turn after six from the other tried as best she could to limit herself to whimpering grunts of pain and anguish     

 

 

For a full fifteen minutes Catherine’s punishment was administered as one by one each of them too their turn with her whilst the others alternately either toyed with her breasts and nipples or placed their penis between Catherine’s lips until David, after stripping naked before Catherine’s face eased him slim mature body beneath that of Catherine who, lifted by the other two men, eventually found herself lying helplessly face to face on top of David, gasping with surprise when his erect penis slipped between her wet pussy lips and then on into her throbbing virgina.

 

 Soaking away the aches and pains in her hot bath, Catherine recalled David meeting her lips with his before his tongue pushed past into her mouth and how she had reciprocated with a passion as David began pumping his cock in and out of her.

Then, after thinking these men would take her individually, of her shock at feeling another penis pushing against her tight little Anal hole, of how she had kept her eyes screwed tightly shut against the pain but still continued to feverishly explore David’s tongue with her own, pausing only briefly to gasp in pain when Peters cock pushed its way past her sphincter to slip ever deeper into her Anus.

 Catherine recalled the strange but wonderful feeling of having two penises seemly meeting as they pushed against the walls of her Anus and virgina, of how she had felt filled as never before for even when Sean had taken her virgin anus it had been one single penis inside her.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Then Catherine’s final humiliation as George lifted her from David’s mouth t o place his own stubby half erect cock between her lips, Catherine was indeed filled in every hole. But where she should have felt revulsion Catherine was consumed in a frenzy of bewildering sexual desire, surely she should be fighting this terrible abuse, be screaming denials, threaten untold eventual retribution upon these men. But she did none of things and when her three ‘Masters’ decided it was time to change places with each other, Catherine Dixon was obedient and  cooperative after already  succumbing to orgasms the like never before experienced, even when her Master Sean had fist speared her with his huge young penis.

In her bath Catherine closed her eyes whilst her fingers found their way between her cunt lips and she relived the moment when eventually, almost as one, Catherine’s three Masters emptied the combined contents of the balls into her Mouth, Anus and Cunt, leaving the beautiful housewife awash with sperm ……………………………………………………..

 

  

 

‘So, where have you been tonight Mother?’

Catherine’s eyes flew open darting across to the open bathroom door, the door she had closed before slipping into her bath. But there, in the doorway her son Dan stood gazing at his Mother’s naked body only half hidden by the foamy bath water.

 

‘Oh my God Dan, you frightened the life out of me, what are you doing in here, you know my bathroom has always been out of bounds to you’! Stuttered Catherine appalled to see her son lounging so nonchalantly against the doorframe whilst unashamedly studying his Mothers body.  

 

 

In fact Dan, after returning from a night out with friends, had been asleep when Catherine returned and had therefore missed the TV screen showing his tearful Mother, in her black lingerie counting out the cash upon her bed. Something had woken him and Dan, angry that his Mother had left the house without leaving a note for him as to her whereabouts switched on the TV monitors to see his Mother in her bath.

 Dan saw the time was gone midnight, why on earth should his Mother be in her Bath after midnight, certainly it had nothing to do with Sean, he knew that much, but his Mother had required a sexy dress for the evening for these day Dan kept a record of all his Mothers sexier clothes and lingerie a means of asserting his mental power over her

By knowing exactly what Catherine was or was not wearing under her outer clothes.

 

She was Dan knew, required to wear stockings and suspender belts at all times now so the absence of her black lace set and matching lace stockings came as no surprise, aside that the Bra was still there. But Dan, sifting through his mothers sexier dresses saw the little black almost see through low cut chiffon dress was missing, a dress he knew his mother wore only on special occasions.

 

 

 

 

 

 

‘Well, she will have to tell me’ Dan decided.

Since that fateful evening when with his Mothers naked bottom over his lap, Dan had spanked his mother then toyed with her toward her orgasm, Dan knew it could not end there, if Catherine Dixon was to be Sean’s Slave, then his Mother would be her son’s Slut.

 

‘The chase is the exciting part of all this’ Sean had told him.’ it’s a bit like hunting really, Once you’ve trapped the animal, that chase is over Dan, you know you can eat it at any time so you move onto the next one.’

All of which left Dan thinking that as Sean had ,‘broken in’ his Mother and now effectively ‘owned’ her he was for the time being putting her to one side whilst pursuing his interest in Aunt Vicky. 

 

A course that suited Dan perfectly, for not only could he assist Sean with the

Subjugation of Aunt Vicky, he would, after taking on board Sean’s comments, also have time to play plenty of mind games with his Mother

. As eager as he may be to gain the ultimate prize, Dan knew he wielded the power to destroy his Mother’s life and decided there was lots of excitement to be gained by subjecting his mother to gradual but slowly increasing levels of subservience toward him.

As long as his Father, who seemed to spend more and more time away, remained unaware of the new order within his household Dan’s power would remain, only his Sister returning from Uni from the holidays could maybe interfere with it, but maybe even she could also be enslaved!

 

So Catherine’s words fell on deaf ears, as Dan retaining his position in the doorway, replied.

‘Things have changed since then Mother; you no longer have permission to tell me where I cannot go in this house. Now Mother, I asked you a question, where have you been tonight? And you can also tell me what that ring is doing on your nipple!’ This last question Dan already had the answer to; it was just part of the game he was playing.

 

Although she had slid deeper into her bath the moment she realized Dan was in her Bathroom and instinctively crossed both hands over her breasts Catherine knew her son must have seen the ring before she had become aware his presence.

 

‘Dan, please, it’s late, please leave, I want to get out and go to bed, I’m very tired, we can talk about this in the morning’ Answered Catherine hoping to placate her son.

 

Dan though, thoroughly enjoying his Mother’s embarrassment, told her.

‘Look Mother, I really don’t want to have to punish you this late at night, but believe me I will do just that if you don’t answer my questions!’

 

‘Oh God, Dan, please, I beg you, please don’t o this to me, I’m your Mother for Gods sake, please Dan, leave me alone, we’ll talk in the morning, I promise.

 

 

 

 

But Dan was not to be fobbed off and from where he had been holding it behind his back, the very Cane Sean had used on his Mother appeared in his hands. Catherine gasped in astonishment and fright, was her son planning to use it on her?’

‘Okay Mother, I found this in the lounge after Sean had been here and I think he used it you, if you don’t answer my questions in ten seconds Mother I’m going to pull you from the bath and use it on you myself!’

 

‘Oh God, okay Dan, look, I’ve been round for drinks with your Auntie Victoria that’s all…….as for…for, well the ring, it was a silly thing to do but, well your Father suggested I have this ring, he taught it may, well, its between your Father and me Dan’

Said Catherine, amazed at how easily these lies had slipped from her lips.

 

 

Dan of course knew full well his mother was lying to him but unwilling to let his Mother discover he knew she was lying .decided he would mark it down for another time.

‘Well, let’s hope your telling the truth, but now I want you to stand up please Mother’ was Dan’s reply.

Catherine surprised at Dan’s almost polite request and wondering if her son was planning to cane her anyway was on the point of refusing when Dan added with a grin.

‘I’m afraid that if you don’t I shall eventually Cane you for your disobedience anyway Mother!’

Suddenly Catherine realized her son was toying with her like a caged mouse, would he Cane her or would he not cane her.

 But Catherine had suffered enough punishment for one night and wanting nothing more than to crawl into her bed, just managed, keeping one arm over her Breasts, to drop the other hand and cover her pubic area then stand up in the Bath facing her son full on, knowing she could not turn away from him for he would surely then discover the mass of whip marks across her back and buttocks, all the whilst desperately hoping her son was not about to make incestuous demands of her.

So Catherine was surprised to see take taking her soft white rope from it hook on the door.

‘In a moment you can Step out of the Bath and into your robe, first though Mother I want you to place your hands together behind your neck ………..unless of course you would prefer the Cane Mother!’

 

‘Oh God,’ groaned Catherine, but, with the alternative to much to contemplate tonight, especially since Dan would then discover the whip marks, his Mothers hands left her Pubic mound and breasts and Catherine obediently linked fingers together behind her neck, pushing her thighs tightly together in the hope it may hide her shaven mound from her Sons roaming eyes.

 

I really must have the most beautiful Mother in town, now, look at my eyes and spread your legs Mother.’ 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Catherine could not believe her ears! , how could she possibly look her son  in the eye whilst displaying to him her pubic mound  and  naked breasts lifted high and pushed proudly outward as the consequence of linking her hands behind he neck.

 But, as Dan once again lifted the thin whippy cane, Catherine did indeed spread her legs and looked her son in the eye, fully aware this was the ‘slave Pose’ required of her by Sean and Tony. “oh God, am I now also my sons Slave?’ she wondered.

 

Perhaps hardest was the eye contact. For despite his youthful years, to his Mother, Dan appeared so unexpectedly confident and self assured whilst she herself fought back tears of shame and humiliation whilst her Sons’ roving eyes seemed to burn into every part of Catherine’s beautiful mature body.

 

 

“I do like the nipple ring Mother, perhaps sometime you will show me where you had in put in.  And I see you have shaved your pubic hair Mother, its very nice but  you are going to grow a little triangle of hair for me an inch above your cunt lips Mother!’

 

Knowing she was shaven, Dan had already gained Sean’s permission to demand this of his mother and the Catherine’s young son now watched his mother cringing in mortification whilst desperately trying to retain eye contact with Dan.

And then Dan, holding open his mothers white robe stepped forward to place the robe on his Mothers shoulders then holding open. Catherine though obediently  retained her hands on neck stance, even managing to retain eye contact with her son, even though he now stood only a couple of feet away, holding open her robe..

 

‘You understand what you are to do for me Mother? Asked Dan.

Still looking into her sons green eyes, Catherine nodded her understanding.

‘Then tell me exactly Mother’ demanded Dan continuing the mind game.

‘I…..oh God, I am to grow my, my hair for you Dan, grow a small triangle an inch above my, oh god, my cunt lips!’

Dan pulled the robe and therefore his mother toward him and suddenly Catherine found her body, still naked at the rope was open, crushed against her Son who then wrapped his arms around her back

‘Hug me Mother’ Catherine although horrified to find her sons penis pushing into her naked body complied.

“Oh God, am I about to be fucked by my own son’ A panic stricken Catherine wondered.

 

But Dan was then whispering in his mother’s ear telling her.

‘I f you have lied to me Mother you have until 7.30 tomorrow night to confess to me in my room, suitably dressed pf course. If not and I discover you lied to me Mother, well, lets just say you really will regret it!’

With that Dan kissed his Mother’s cheek before leaving his stunned humiliated Mother in the Bathroom wondering why that now familiar throbbing between her legs was beginning once again………………………………….

 

 

 

 

 

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The following morning Catherine’s sister, Victoria Preston began the day with her usual coffee supplemented by a very neat, very long glass of Vodka. Having been left slumped upon her very rumpled bed by the departing Sean late the previous evening. 

 Upon waking Victoria first soothed away the ached and pain by spending an hour in a very hot bath and now sat at the large Pine kitchen table, her thoughts alternating between despair at being the reluctant subject of Sean’s cruel campaign of using blackmail and violence to subjugate and overpower her into compliance, and elation after experiencing the most memorable night of pure sexual desire she had ever experienced. 

 

Victoria looked again at the telephone handset she had placed on the kitchen table.

Should she ring Catherine? Victoria asked herself, tell her exactly what had happened to her last night, tell her Sister how this young brute Sean  had so cruelly initiated against her a sequence of events leading up to last night when he had beaten her into  submitting to his will.

 

But Vicky was still no nearer to discovering the identity of Sean’s accomplice and still had an uneasy suspicion Catherine’s son Dan may somehow be involved. Sean, before leaving had told Vicky in no uncertain terms the consequences of her discussing last nights events with anyone and if Dan were involved, well, it only needed him to overhear his Mother talking to her for it to get back to Sean.

Moreover, Vicky would also loose her lifelong hard won achievement of being known to family and friends as the tough hard nosed dominant sister, the one whom Men and Women alike  looked up to as taking no nonsense from anybody, ‘Vicky Preston? Hard as nails, never cross that one!’ was an oft heard statement.

 If, as it most certainly would, her terrified pleading submission to a boy young enough to be her son became public knowledge, a lifetime of proud, nose in the air ascendancy over friends and family would be over.

 

So Victoria, prior to last night at least, had always been the strong domineering sister, to Victoria Preston, men were useful idiots she could mould to suit her own needs.

But Victoria’s first lesson in real brutal male domination came after Sean had told that before he would explain to her just how she had been duped into performing for him told her to go up to her room then change into her finest sexy lingerie for him.

To those who knew her, Victoria’s reaction was predictable Standing up from the sofa to her full height and stepping toward the seated Sean, Victoria, forgetting for the moment just what a hold Sean had over her, exploded once again.

 

‘How dare you tell me to do such things in my own home your a disgusting little pervert,

God, I’m old enough to be your own Mother, you really should be sent home for a good spanking, in fact I shall drive you home myself and see if your parents cannot beat some sense into you!’

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Victoria was far too psyched up to notice the strange glint in Sean’s eyes and far too close  to see the fist aimed straight toward her solar plexus from Sean’s seated position, but moments later she lay sideways on the Carpet holding her stomach in agony .whilst trying to grasp  a lungful of oxygen.

 

 

Sean decided his Slave’s sister deserved a more ‘specialized’ form of treatment than had Catherine, so dispensing with any further niceties, he quickly stood over Victoria and flipped the sobbing breathless woman onto her stomach

. Pulling unresisting arms behind her back Sean quickly handcuffed the gasping puffing Victoria before pushing black leather ‘bar’ gag between her teeth, pulling it into her moth before fastening the leather straps behind Victoria’s neck and then still pulling her back, forced Victoria onto her knees.‘

 

‘Okay Vicky, you ever been caned before?’ Sean asked of Vicky whilst holding before her eyes a very long whippy cane he borrowed from Tony’s playroom.

Victoria Preston, for the first time in her life was both defenseless and speechless, as she looked in pure horror a the cane held before her eyes the enormity of her mistake in taking Sean for a feral youth hit home, she had already seen with her own eyes on the lap top just what he was capable of doing so why had she not controlled her famous temper!.

Shaking her violently from side to side and ‘mmummphing’ into the gag Victoria, her eyes blazing still, tried to convey that not only had she never been caned but had no intention of allowing Sean to do such a thing to her, for Victoria, for all her bravado, was unable to bear even the smallest amount of pain.

 

‘Well Vicky, keep speaking to me like that and your going to get very well acquainted with this Cane, first though your getting twelve strokes, six on each Ass cheek!’ Sean told her before pushing her head down, nose to carpet in her kneeling position. Lifting her skirt high over her hips Sean was delighted to see Catherine’s sister wearing tan stockings secured by a powder blue garter belt together with a tiny pair of matching panties.

 

 

. Vicky could hardly believe she was about to be subjected to such violations in her very own home, what was happening to her?

How and why on earth had this monster chosen her of all people to be his victim?

Then all of a sudden Vicky experienced the most excruciating pain she had ever known as Sean landed his first searing blow upon her bottom cheek  

Had she been able, Vicky would have screamed until the house collapsed as she fell forward onto her stomach, her ‘cuffed hands desperately trying to cover a buttock that seemed to be on fire. In an effort to prevent further blows, Vicky rolled onto her back, shaking her head at Sean whilst mmummphing into her gag.

 

 

 

 

 

 

‘Get back where you were Vicky, or you get twenty four, not twelve, NOW DO IT!!!’

 

But Vicky, glued to the carpet too terrified to obey Sean’s instruction shook her head ferociously in wild eye terror, pleading with him for mercy through the gag.

Abruptly, Sean dropping to his knees ripped open Vicky’s blouse to reveal the powder blue bra beneath.

Unceremoniously Sean then pulled the bra upward.  Vicky’s magnificent breasts were fully exposed as he raised the cane above Vicky’s large globes, threatening to bring it down upon them before slowly lowering in until the long thin cane rested upon Vicky’s large nipples

‘It your choice Vicky, your Ass or your Tits and nipples, what’s it to be, you going to turn over and get on your knees again or do I have to Cane your tits instead!’

Lying there on the Carpet the panic stricken raven haired Victoria was a far cry from the domineering, confident, man eating mature beauty she had until then always believed herself to be.

But Sean’s violence had stripped away that veneer of self assurance and Victoria, shaking like a leaf while fearfully looking down at the cane resting on her nipples; nodded her head furiously there was no way on earth she could even visualize the pain that would result from having her tits caned!.

 

 Quite prepared to believe this brutal young man would not hesitate to carry out his threat to cane her breasts and nipples, Victoria her eyes never leaving the cane whilst ungainly struggling up onto her knees and uncaring of the display she gave her attacker eventually managed to bend forward, face down on the carpet, her now unfettered breasts swinging freely.

 ‘It’s not as though I’ve never seen your Ass and cunt before Vicky’ said Sean to deliberately further humiliate Catherine’s sister while raising the cane to deliver another blow to Vicky’s naked bottom and lifting her shirt over waist again.

 

Even through her gag Vicky’s scream of pain and terror was quite audible but even though her bottom swayed from side to side she just managed to maintain her kneeling position this time.

 

 

‘That’s better Vicky, only ten to go as long as you stay where you are’ taunted Sean.

Thereafter, each punishing blow from the Cane served only to further humiliate and terrify the hysterically sobbing Raven haired beauty. Never in her life had Victoria experienced such pain, thinking the young thug would surely mark her forever as Sean continued his almost rhythmical Caning of Victoria, stopping after each blow to cruelly inform her of how many remained and that she should be thinking about her future attitude toward him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Vicky though had already done just that whilst she counted each terrible excruciating blow from the cane. Indeed such was Vicky’s fear of Sean right then, Victoria would have told him she were prepared to do anything, say anything, give him anything just for Sean to cease punishing her.

Maybe Sean already knew this of course, but, buoyed at his successful subjugation of Vicky’s sister Catherine Dixon and, thanks to Tony, proud of his newly acquired B & D skills, Sean decided Vicky’s twelve strokes must be the bare minimum, wanting this gorgeous mature beauty to appreciate once and for all the pain and degradation he was quite prepared to subject he to should Vicky choose to rebel against him…………………………………..

 

Twenty minutes later Victoria Preston, still dressed in her ripped blouse and skirt, lay gagged on her bed, wrists tied to each end of the ornate Iron bedstead.

 With horrified fascination Victoria could only look on as Sean, standing at the foot of Victoria’s bed, slowly removed his clothes.

Eventually of course the relieved and apprehensive Victoria mouthed the word ‘Twelve’ as her punishment came to an end.

Now though was to be the reckoning and Sean, after hauling the sobbing, pained Victoria up from her position looked directly into her tear stained fearful eyes. .

 Moving his face in even closer to Vicky’s until there were no more than inches apart Sean burned his cold blue eyes into Victoria’s.

 

“It’s up to you Vicky, your decision, from now on you do just as I tell you and speak only when I tell you, you won’t get hurt, but fuck with me and you get a whole lot more, that was just a taster, you understand me Vicky?’

Vicky, nodding her head quickly, did indeed full understand Sean.

‘Good, now get up, we’re going to have a little fun in your Bedroom!.......................................................................

 

 

 

Vicky had never seen such a weapon on a Man, maybe not even on some of the horses she so enjoyed riding, and despite her horrendous situation was totally unable to take her eyes from Sean’s massive penis as he knelt astride her legs upon the bed whilst   pulling her skirt down over her hips and stomach revealing the powder pink garter belt and panties before Sean removed the tem completely, tossing the skirt to a corner of Vicky’s bedroom. 

 

Vicky of course fully realized what was about to happen to her but, remained passive and compliant, disinclined to do anything which may provoke Sean toward more violence.

Instead Vicky alternated glances between Sean’s huge penis and his gradual, obviously gratifying removal of her clothes.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

After the skirt came Vicky’s already ripped Blouse, removed entirely by yet more ripping from his strong young hands. Vicky’s Bra, long since pulled away to expose her lovely firm mature breasts suffered the same fate, straps ripped from the joints before Sean pulled the whole Bra away from Vicky’s body until the bra catches gave way.

 

Sean, content for the moment to leave Vicky’s panties, leaned forward to toy with her huge nipples then suddenly and viscously slapped one huge Breast, leaving Vicky to cry out in pain.

‘Time you understood something Vicky.’ said Sean returning to toy with her nipples, you have to realize I now own you, you understand me?’

 

Terrified, Vicky nodded her head whilst trying to understand what Sean meant by

‘owning’ her, although, if truth be told, despite her predicament Vicky was flattered and not a little excited  Sean should, at her age,  find her still attractive enough to warrant his attentions.

 

Sean didn’t elaborate, instead, to Vicky’s surprise turning round until he faced Vicky’s feet rather than her head then further surprising her, Sean lowered his head between her legs,

Abruptly Vicky gasped behind the gag, Sean’s hands, after pushing her thighs apart pulled her legs toward him until Vicky’s feet were slightly supporting her bottom and then his head dipped between her legs.

 

With both his hands now under Vicky’s thighs, Sean’s fingers pulled aside her powder pink panties and his hot tongue pushed against Vicky’s cunt lips. 

Vicky, if she had free, would have jumped from the bed, such were the incredible sensations she suddenly and so unexpectedly experienced for this was a form of Sex never before experienced as her ex husband had shown no inclination to ever give ‘head’, even though Vicky herself  loved to suck cock, finding an enjoyable brief submissiveness from the act. And Vicky, marrying young had only ever experienced rapid unsatisfying sexual experiences with younger boys before her marriage.

 

But now, after fives months without sex, the touch of this young thugs tongue on her pussy lips was a thunderbolt shaking her rigid., Victoria ‘came’ almost instantly fully aware she must surly be leaking her juices over Sean’s tongue, now pushing and probing deep into her Virgina. 

 

 

Happily lapping Vicky’s juices, Sean quietly thanked Joan for the lesson she had given Catherine, he himself, much to Joan’s delight had since practiced on her, discovering he also enjoyed the giving as well as the taking. So tonight he planned to discover just how many times he could bring Vicky to orgasm with just tongue and fingers before actually fucking both her holes

 

 

 

 

 

 

Soon Vicky’s panties were ripped away and discarded as Sean, once more pushing the top of his head into the bed cover began teasing Vicky’s cunt lips whilst occasionally, with both hands now under her bottom cheeks, lifting her a little and spreading her buttocks until his tongue made contact with her Anus, causing Vicky to shiver and shudder in delight whilst simultaneously coating the inside of her Anus with a mixture of her juices and his spittle whilst Vicky achieved orgasm number two.

 

Moving back a little, Sean was able to flick Vicky’s clitoris with his tongue whilst inserting fingers into her virgina. But by moving back Sean had also moved his own genitals almost directly over Vicky’s head in the ‘sixty nine’ position and was suddenly delighted to feel the leather ‘Bar’ gag pushing up against his Balls, telling him Vicky was trying to kiss him also., but that could wait, for the next few minutes Sean relentlessly flicked away at Vicky’s clitoris whilst now, in addition to inserting fingers into her Virgina, Sean probed her little Anal ring with his index finger.

Vicky’s initial reaction was the natural one that of squeezing her Anal muscle to prevent Sean’s invasion.

 Sean reached behind her head, somehow managing to remove Vicky’s gag before dipping his head once again whilst pushing a little further back over Vicky’s head.

Then with Sean working again on her clitoris, Vicky’s head  almost immediately came up to take his huge erection into her mouth,  lips pushing back his foreskin before she covetously began sucking on her prize.

Once more Sean pushed his index finger against Vicky’s anal ring and once again she resisted But Sean was not to be denied and now pushed more firmly until eventually his fingertip was through and Vicky, with no option, relaxed her sphincter.  Sean’s invasion continued until his index finger was buried to the hilt within Vicky’s Anus to once more send her over the edge of orgasm whilst feverishly sucking upon Sean’s huge cock whilst desperately wishing her hands were free so she could touch and stroke his massive spunk filled balls.

 

For Vicky, this was certainly an out of body experience, no longer was she terrified and humiliated, all that mattered was the huge wonderful sweet testing penis moving like a slow piston inside her mouth, already she had consumed for pre come juices that her ex husband emitted from a full blow ejaculation and it tasted wonderful.

 

 

Then, suddenly to her great disappointment, Sean had pulled away from her and Vicky was watching the lean muscular body almost acrobatically turn 180 degrees until now Sean’s huge throbbing penis was but inches from Vicky’s mouth as settled his knees either side of her huge mature breasts.

Vicky, gazing in undisguised admiration at Sean’s cock then watched him draw back just a little until the throbbing member rested between her massive globes pushing Sean pushed them together, trapping his cock between Vicky’s tits and toying her huge nipples to solid erections with his thumbs before beginning a slow rhythmical .tit fucking, each upstroke finishing between Vicky’s lips where , each time, Vicky would enthusiastically push her tongue into the slit of his huge purple head, collecting more and more of his delectable pre come before Sean eased back once more    

 

 

 

 

Since her first glimpse of Sean’s huge penis Vicky speculated as to how it would feel inside her, taking her, controlling her. She knew she could accommodate him for Vicky had a larger virgina than many. As a result her husband’s smaller penis had in truth never really satisfied her. Sean’s cock she knew, would be another story altogether for it barley fitted between her very willing lips.

 

Vicky knew Sean would eventually rape her and a huge part of her wanted him to, such was the now uncontrollable throbbing between her legs.

 Vicky’s real concern was not being in control, not being the dominant deciding when, where and how, as she always had.

 This time she would be taken regardless, so it came as a huge surprise when Sean, stopping for a moment with his cock well inside Vicky’s slurping mouth, then told the astonished Mature beauty..

‘I told you I own you now Vicky, that means only or anyone I choose fucks you from now on, your cunt and Ass belong to me, but you have to ask me to fuck Vicky, you have to ask your Master to fuck you, I want to fuck you Vicky but your have to ask me, your Master!’

 

At that moment Vicky understood the answer she gave could change her life forever. For this strong, lean and handsome young man controlling her was no feral rapist.

Here was someone who had mounted against her, a clever calculating campaign of terror and sadism, and its obvious purpose being her eventual subjugation.

Could she find the bravery to tell Sean Tell him to go to hell along with the idiotic notion that only he could fuck her, that she would never submit to him?

 Tell him he was the same as all men, weak cowards taking what they want through violence, that no matter what he did, she was stronger than him. That he would have to rape her and even then she would lay passive and unresponsive.

But Vicky’s problem was she desperately wanted Sean to fuck her, she had been too long without a man and here, one of the most handsome specimens she had ever seen, sat astride her with his huge beautiful succulent Penis in her mouth and even if he had beaten and humiliated her, all she had to do was ask him to fuck her.   

 

 

But Vicky knew the bottom line was she had already submitted to Sean. She was terrified of him, terrified of his capabilities, but Vicky was more terrified that should she be so stupid as to reject his demand, Sean would not fuck her with that wonderful penis.

‘Please……. fuck me Master, please fuck me’ whispered Vicky before resuming her devotions upon her Masters cock.                    

 

                                                  End of Part Nine  

 

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