Chapter Six
Sandy hung over the trestle, totally
drained. Hearing Thandile's suggestion, she hoped
that she would be spared further punishment. She felt a hand caressing her
buttocks, and assumed it was Catriona.
Sandy was right. The tall blond nurse, now stripped to her bra and panties, caressed the
bruised buttocks gently. She reached over to a jar and dipped her fingers in,
removing some of the ointment from the jar. She began to massage it gently into
Sandy's upper thigh, and soon was
rubbing it onto and over Sandy's pussy. Sandy felt the cooling
ointment turn hot as it began to do its job. Once more her pussy became wet,
and the inner lips, puffy from her previous exertions began to push through her
bright pink labia.
"Pussy Rub is my absolute favourite," purred Catriona
as she rubbed Sandy's clit harder and
harder.
The clit responded the only way it could, becoming engorged and erect. Catriona grabbed the clit between two fingers, and with one
move attached a clamp which bit into the sensitive nubbin. Sandy screamed out loud, and
was rewarded with another swat on her pussy. The combination of the clamp and
the pain of the slap caused her to gasp and open her mouth, and at that instant
a pair of damp, musky panties was forced into her open mouth. Rough hands
clamped her jaws shut.
"Shut it, bitch, and enjoy my wet knickers," said Thandile,
who was now standing in front of Sandy, stark naked and
fingering her shaved cunt.
Catriona continued her ministrations to Sandy's clit till yet
another orgasm ripped its way through her, and looking up as the waves passed
over her she was confronted by Thandile undergoing
the same fate. The black woman's breasts heaved and shook and her finger slid
deep into her vagina as she yelled in ecstasy. She jerked her fingers from her
swollen purple vagina, and pulling the panties from Sandy's mouth thrust her cunt wet fingers into Sandy's mouth.
"Clean them, bitch", she hissed.
Sandy sucked greedily on Thandiles musky fingers, eager not to waste any of the
precious fluid.
Catriona waited till Sandy had recovered and
reached down, unclipping the leather cuffs from the trestle. She then undid the
clips from her ankle cuffs. As Sandy was dragged upright at
the end of her lead, her arms were grabbed and held by Lynn and Thandile. Heather stepped forward and attached a clamp to
each of Sandy's erect nipples. The pain shot
through Sandy's chest as the clamps bit.
Swiftly, Heather attached a chain, joining the two nipple clamps to each other.
As she let it drop, the weight was enough to cause another post orgasmic spasm.
Another chain was put in place, this time effectively attaching Sandy's nipples to her clit.
Heather took a longer, heavier, X shaped chain and attached it to the ankle and
wrist cuffs. Sandy was hobbled and cuffed.
Heather felt between the chained woman's legs, wiping some of the pussy juice
from Sandy's thighs onto her fingers.
Lifting her hand to Sandy's mouth, she forced
two fingers in.
"Suck it Cum Slut," she said, picking up on Thandile's
new name for their pet, "Clean my fingers of your cunt
juice."
Sandy obediently sucked the fingers and
licked the salty fluid till it was all gone. Her thighs were still slick with
it and because her pussy lips were still engorged she felt like her legs were a
mile apart.
"Let's take her up to the bedroom," Heather said.
In the bedroom, Sandy was pushed onto the
bed. The hobble chains were released and her hands and ankles were attached to
the bedstead. She was spread eagled, open for all to see.
Heather slipped a leather blindfold over her eyes.
"I think I will see how she feels about her tits being whipped," she
said, as if Sandy couldn't hear.
Once again, Sandy's nipples sprang erect.
Heather picked up a flat, heart shaped leather spanker. The first blow fell
just below Sandy's right nipple. The nipple chain
and clamp jumped, and Sandy bucked against the
chains holding her to the bed. Each swat was around the nipples, but finally
Heather landed a square blow on top of a nipple. Sandy squealed as the dull
ache from the clamp gave way to an electric shock of pain and pleasure. Heather
continued to swat Sandy's nipples till once
again, her hapless victim shuddered to yet another orgasm. While Sandy's body was still in
mid orgasm, Heather pulled the chain sharply and the clamps sprang free. Blood
rushed back into Sandy's nipples and her
orgasm escalated to a new high. Heather immediately sank her lips onto a nipple
and sucked furiously. Sandy's head thrashed as
wave after wave of orgasmic spasm wracked her body. Heather then removed the
clit clamp with much the same result. She sank her face into Sandy's crotch and stuck her
tongue right into Sandy's slit, alternately
licking and sucking the spasming nub. When she raised
her head she spat pubic hairs from her mouth. Alison smiled and went to the
bathroom.
Alison returned from the bathroom with a towel and some other bits and pieces. Sandy was vaguely aware of a
warm, wet sensation in her groin as the gym instructor wiped her thighs free of
cum juice. The flannel was rinsed and replaced, this time directly onto Sandy's pubic mound. After a
short while, the flannel was removed, and Alison spread shaving foam over Sandy's neatly trimmed bush.
Because of the blindfold, Sandy could not see what was
happening but when she smelt the shaving foam and felt the brush on her bush, she put two and two together.
"Please Mistress, what will I tell my
Steve...."
The question was cut off by the choking sound in her throat as Lynn slapped her left
breast.
"We actually don't care what you tell him, Sandy," said Lynn, "We want your
pussy bald."
Alison bent over the spread eagled woman's groin.
"Be still, Cum Slut, or this could be very nasty," She said.
It didn't take very long before Sandy's mound was completely
bare for the first time since she was twelve. Alison opened a bottle and
splashed some of Mike's after shave into her cupped hand. She slapped it onto
the freshly shaved pussy. The sting in such a sensitive area caused Sandy to buck again, and
tears flowed down her cheeks. Alison bent close and sniffed the scent.
"Very nice, Cum slut," she said, "Now
you smell a little better."
She flicked Sandy's clit with her forefinger and
watched with interest as it reacted once more. Sandy's leg muscles were
standing out in sharp relief as she strained at the new sensation. Alison
shoved two fingers into Sandy's pussy and began to
frig her ensuring that she contacted her clit with every stroke. Sandy ground her mound
against Alison's hand, desperately trying to achieve another orgasm. Alison straightened
another finger and pushed it against Sandy's anus.
"Noooooo.....please, Mistress not there."
The finger, slick with cunt juice, slid into her
arsehole with almost no resistance. Alison continued her frigging and Sandy became even more
frenzied as this new sensation overwhelmed her. Her anus clamped onto Alison's
finger, as did her cunt muscles, and working in
harmony they drove Sandy over the precipice of
orgasm once again. This time the orgasm centred around
her groin and she gave in to the sensation, finally passing out.
Cold water splashed on her face brought Sandy around. Her hands and
legs were still chained to the brass bedstead. She looked up at the women
standing round the bed, wondering what could possibly be coming next.
"I am starving," said Lynn, "Why don't we
all have something to eat."
The others voiced their assent, and hands reached to free Sandy from her chains. This
time the leather cuffs were removed from her wrists and ankles, and she was
left wearing stockings and her dog collar. She made no attempt to cover herself
when she was pulled from the bed.
"Heather, why don't you take Sandy to the bathroom and
she can shower and freshen up? Then she can come and prepare lunch for
us."
The rest of the women went downstairs while Heather took Sandy to the bathroom.
"Mistress, may I please be allowed to pee?" asked Sandy respectfully.
"Of course you can, Sandy. Go ahead."
Sandy waited for Heather to leave her
to her ablutions, but the mousy haired woman made no attempt to move. With
horror, Sandy realised that she was going to
stay and watch her! Broken and humiliated, Sandy turned and lifted the
toilet seat, As she sat, the ache from her pussy was a
reminder of what she had just been through. Finished, she dried herself, and then
stood up.
"Thank you, Mistress," she said to Heather.
"Get in the shower and get cleaned up," said Heather.
Sandy got into the shower and let the
water run over her body. The warmth soothed her aching muscles. Suddenly, the
water turned freezing. Sandy's eyes shot open to
see that Heather had been replaced by Thandile, who
had turned the water to fully cold. Sandy started to get out of
the shower, but the black woman pushed her back in.
"Soap, bitch. You can't get clean without soap!
And make sure you give that stinking fuck hole a
proper wash too."
Sandy washed herself, paying careful
attention to soaping her pussy. The needles of freezing cold water stung her,
and her nipples were once again rock hard. Thandile
allowed her to rinse herself off and handed her a towel. Before she could begin
drying herself, Thandile pulled her closer and
sniffed her pussy. Satisfied that she was clean, she nodded to Sandy to get dried.
When Sandy was finished and out of the bath,
Thandile sprayed her with perfume, causing her
freshly shaven pussy to sting again. Her collar and leash were put on once
more. Thandile produced a nipple chain, which was
held on by nylon loops tightened around Sandy's now permanently
erect nipples. She then fastened a beaded skirt called a beshu
around Sandy's waist. It was a 3-inch square
Zulu skirt, usually used to cover a child's genitals. Picking up the leash, she
led Sandy downstairs.
