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Chapter 21 Nancy Knows Her Electro

      Like everything else on the BDS&M portion of my profile, I had agreed to provide but not accept electrical torture.  That didn’t mean I wasn’t concerned my balls would soon be subjected to high voltage.  Nancy could be was one of those Masters who didn’t think rules applied to her.

       Still I had only a vague idea what electro involved other than I had seen it used in the movies to interrogate prisoners.  I was honest in my answer.  “I’m afraid not much, Mistress.”

      “Then this afternoon will be a learning experience.  Have you met my husband Greg?”

      “No, Mistress, I haven’t had the pleasure,” I said.  “Hello Master Greg, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

      Greg babbled something unintelligible back.  I’d noticed the bed was still made and there were electrical wires and other paraphernalia neatly arranged on the bed cover.  There was also a control box on the nightstand.  The top contained several dials and switches along with a row of buttons.  Along the back there were places to connect electrical leads.  It didn’t take an electricians license to know what the box was for.

     Introductions over, Nancy got down to business pointed toward a chair on the far wall as she spoke.  “Tom, bring that chair over here.”

     “Yes, Mistress.” I quickly moved the heavy wooden armchair to where she pointed.

     With an eye to Greg’s position, she modified the chair’s position slightly.  “Can you see from there, baby,” asked Nancy speaking to Greg who shook his head yes?  Her voice had a definite taunting tone.  I could tell she was pissed about something.  As for Greg, he had a certain forlorn look in his eyes.  He knew he was in for something very unpleasant.

      “Good, we’re all set.  Tom, you can eat my pussy while I describe what’s expected of you,” said Nancy pulling the crotch of her panty aside to expose her bare snatch.  She plopped down in the chair throwing her legs over the arms as she scooted her bottom to the front edge of the seat.

     I knelt down in front of her, used my thumbs to gently open her up and traced my tongue from slightly above her anus up to her vagina pausing to lick around the circumference before moving to her clit.  She was already moist and the aroma was unmistakable.  Nancy was in heat.  I tongue-walked around her vulva familiarizing my mouth with its contours.

      “I can tell you’re an excellent cunt lapper,” said Nancy.  “Nadine said you were talented.  What do you think, Greg?”

      I heard a storm of angry words I couldn’t recognize from Greg’s direction.

     I took excellent cunt lapper as a complement regardless of Greg’s opinion.  “Thank you, Mistress.”

     “What you are going to experience today, Tom, is something very unusual for a slave.  You are going to help me punish Greg for being a faithless bastard who behind my back has been sleeping with my mother and baby sister.”

      I decided to play the empathy card, “How terrible for you, Mistress.”

      “Damn right, it is,” said Nancy.  “We agreed before we married that we would always play together.  It’s not like I haven’t been willing to accommodate his sexual needs.  Whose idea do you think it was to join this sex club so he could fuck every white woman in the place?”

     I released her labia before I spoke, “It was Greg’s idea, Mistress?”  I returned to working her cunt lips with my lips, gently tugging them with my teeth then sucking gently on the loose folds of tissue.  I was working hard to live up to my reputation.

     “Completely, it’s not like I ever refused him anything.  When he was up for promotion at the bank, didn’t I agree to spend a weekend at his boss’s condo fucking the old bastard’s brains out?  You wouldn’t believe what a disgusting creep he was and half the time I had to practically kill myself to get him up.”

      “You did all that for him.  You’ve been a good wife,” I said after gently pressing my tongue against her sphincter to see if she was anal friendly.  She was.  Her anus puckered at my touch and she reached down to pull her cheeks further apart.  

       “And to pay me back, he’s been sneaking over to my parent’s house when Daddy’s at work and banging my mother.  Christ, she’s fifty two years old,” said Nancy.

      “How disrespectful,” I said.  “But if your mother’s anything like you, she must still be a beautiful woman.”

      “Thanks, Tom.  You’re sweet.  Work my hole while I jack my clit,” said Nancy before sticking two fingers in her mouth to wet them.  As I tongued her vagina, she forked her first two fingers over her love button, captured it in the webbing and masturbated.  Her other hand seized her breast and brought the nipple to her mouth.  There is something very satisfying about watching a woman suck her own tit especially if she attacks it like a horny bitch.

      “And after I caught him humping my Mom, she confessed the bastard has been doing her and Denise since before we married.  My own Mother was keeping it a secret from me.  They’d even done threesomes,” she said with her eyes closed.  “I knew Mom had a problem with sex but I didn’t know she was that out of control.”

      “Incest is a terrible thing,” I said working hard on the ring of nerve endings sounding the opening to her vagina.

      “Stupid little me, I didn’t know a thing about it.  I’m such an idiot,” said Nancy starting to cry.

      “You shouldn’t blame yourself.  He’s the one who’s been unfaithful,” I said.  I was alternately blowing in her hole, expanding it, and then sucking hard to create a vacuum.  It was a technique guaranteed to rock her world.

      “Oh God, that’s good, Tom.  Greg, when it comes to pleasing a woman with your mouth, you’re not in Tom’s league,” said Nancy.

     That occasioned more disagreeable babbling from Greg.  However, the thought occurred to me that Greg must be doing something right to be sleeping with a mother and her two attractive daughters.  However, I kept my observations conversational.  “Denise is your younger sister?”

      “Two years younger and the biggest slut in the state, maybe the Midwest.  There were so many times I’ve covered for her when we were growing up.  If Papa had known half the things she did in high school, he would have kicked her out of the house.  I just hope Papa doesn’t find out Greg’s been screwing his wife,” said Nancy who seemed about to climax proving a woman could orgasm while crying her eyes out.

      “Do you think you’ll ever forgive Denise for what she did,” I asked as I slipped a saliva-coated finger up Nancy’s asshole?  Her rectum gave it a welcoming hug.

      “I just don’t know.  We had a terrible fight and I slapped her and she fell down the steps.  Thank God she didn’t break anything.  The next day, the vindictive whore had to nerve to email me how Greg and she got it on at our wedding.  She went into details.  She even bragged about how his sperm was dripping down her leg when she walked down the aisle as my maid of honor.  At the reception, Greg did her in the coatroom while I was dancing with Papa.”

      “You must feel betrayed by those you love,” I said.

      “Oh fuck yes, I’m going to come,” said Nancy her legs kicking wildly over the chair arms.

      I’d taken her up to the top of the roller coaster and allowed her to careen down to the bottom on her own.  Nancy called on the Goddess of Orgasms and she answered.  My rectum and vagina embedded fingers felt the strong rhythmic contractions of her muscles as she screamed for Greg to watch how she climaxed for a real man not a mother and sister fucking slime ball like him.

      I waited until she had recovered to speak.  “Please pardon my asking, Mistress Nancy, but what are your plans to punish Greg for his adultery.” I reasoned I’d earned one pertinent question.

      “I have a plan and it is based on two simple facts.  Fact one is that Greg is a complete homophobe.  He can’t stand the idea of being touched by another man.  In all our time at the club, he’s never touched a male slave.  That’s where you come in.  The second is that’s he’s a wuss, a big baby.  He can’t stand pain of any kind.”

       “The electrical equipment is for Greg,” I asked?

       “Yes,” said Nancy looking quite relaxed and satisfied after hitting the Big O.

       I looked over the electrical wires and devices neatly arranged on the bed spread.  “It looks complicated,” I said relieved I wouldn’t be the one on the receiving end of the control box.

       “It’s not really.  When I went to law school in Chicago, I lived with this guy who was into electrical torture.  He taught me how to use it so I could torture him and his friends,” she said.  “We used to have electro parties on weekends.  You wouldn’t believe the amps some of them could take.  Sometimes, I let him amp me.”

       “And you want me to learn, too,” I asked?

       “Yes, April thinks having a slave who’s knowledgeable would be useful.  It would improve the diversity of the club’s offerings.  Next month, Masters can reserve your time if they want you to torture someone” said Nancy. 

      “Who would I torture, Mistress?” I asked?

      “Could be anyone, another slave or a Master or Mistress or both, up to them.  You’ve got a lot to learn.  So let’s get started.”

       “I don’t mean to be forward but could I ask one further question?”  I was hoping my curiosity didn’t cause her to bring Charmaine in for another ass whipping.

      “Go ahead, I guess you’ve earned it,” said Nancy indicating her patience was about to be exhausted.

      “Why did Greg agree to this, Mistress Nancy,” I asked trying to sound extra polite and subservient?

      “I told him that unless he underwent an afternoon of punishment at the next meeting, I would divorce his sorry black ass, take everything he had, and tell the world what a cheating prick he is.  A scandal would finish his precious career at the bank,” said Nancy getting up from her chair leaving a large wet spot on the seat.

     “Thank you for telling me,” I said feeling I had missed a bullet.

      “Of course, he had no idea what I had planned.  That’s why I strapped him in the Love Seat before you arrived.”

      “That was clever of you, Mistress,” I said as I traced my fingers over the wet spot.  Nancy appeared to be in Connie The Juicer’s class when it came to self-lubrication.  I’d noticed my female Afro-American partners excelled in the production of glandular secretions.  I made a note to ask Corrine if she agreed.

      “Yes, and now you and I are going to give my faithless piece of shit husband an afternoon he will never forget as long as he lives,” said Nancy as she walked over to Greg took hold of a nipple and gave it a vicious pinch. He cringed in pain as she pulled it out an inch and rotated her wrist.”

      “Look what I got, baby,” said Nancy holding up an alligator clamp she had concealed in her hand.  Greg unleashed a torrent of babble as Nancy opened the clamp, positioned it around the base of the nipple she had in her fingers and allowed it to snap shut.

     My nipple twitched in sympathy as Greg struggled to control the pain. 

     “That’s for screwing Denise,” said Nancy adding pressure to the clamp causing a tiny row of red drops to appear along the jagged teeth.  From somewhere, she produced a second clip as she prepared his other nipple by stretching it out before twisting it.   Nancy taunted Greg as she allowed the other clamp to snap shut.  “And this is for my mother, you shit.”

     Nancy gave both clamps a squeeze causing Greg to make the largest noise thus far gag or not.  

     “Am I being too cruel, Tom,” asked Nancy?

     “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned,” I said not really sure the quote applied.  However, I suppose fucking your wife’s mother and sister is a form of scorn.  Nancy didn’t object.

     “How true,” said Nancy placing her face an inch or so from Greg’s as she spoke.  “Come over here, Tom and help me position Greg for his butt fucking.  You’re going to take his anal virginity.”

     As I approached, Greg looked at me wild eyed.  Then he was distracted as his wife repeated his nipple torture working on both at once.  The fact his nipples were bleeding didn’t seem to bother Nancy in the least.

     “He’s going to rape you, Greg.  Tom’s going to put his big cock in your ass and rape you,” taunted Nancy as she did awful things to his chest.

      My approach set off a round of mumbling protests from Greg who struggled haplessly against the nylon straps.  The thought occurred to me buggering him would not be consensual.  My libido moved into a higher gear at the prospect of my first homosexual rape.      

       Lenny’s Love Seat proved amazing well designed.  Nancy showed me how to release the break then rotate Greg to where his rear end was available. 

       “Tom’s going to fuck you in the butt, Greg,” said Nancy as she took a firm grip on his buttocks separating them for me. He had a nice hairless butthole that if Nancy was to be believed was virgin territory.

       Greg continued to protest.  I’m no sure why he bothered.  The Whitehead Gag reduced his words to either screeches or mumbles.  Still, you could tell he wasn’t happy at the prospect of having eight inches of hard white cock in his black ass.

      Payback time I thought as I got into position for sodomy.  I focused my mind on the times Morgan had humiliated and degraded me with Corrine.  That would be my inspiration to fuck the shit out of Gregg’s ass.

      “Just the tinniest bit so you can get it in,” said Nancy squeezing a mere drop of lubricant on the pad of her forefinger before applying it to Greg’s sphincter.  His butt was tightly clinched, determined to resist an invasion.  “Greg has never let me do anything anal to him. But he loves to fuck me in the ass.”

      He was not a big man.  I took hold of his hipbones after placing the tip of my dick on his brownie.

      “Make it hurt, Tom.  Make it hurt as bad as I did when I caught him in bed with my mother,” said Nancy in a voice devoid of pity.

      I pressed my penis against the opening.  There was a brief resistance.  Greg’s entire body tensed as he started to scream.  I felt the opening give.  My momentum carried me forward to where I had all eight inches in his bowel and my balls met his.

      “Now, show the bastard no mercy,” said Nancy reaching between my legs to grab his balls and give them a crushing squeeze.

      It’s a good thing Lenny’s Love Seat is sturdily made because Greg went crazy.  I worried he would have a stroke or a heart attack as he strained to free himself.  Women have no idea how much it hurts to have your testicles squeezed. 

      Luckily for Greg, Nancy gave up crushing his nuts after a minute or two.  She found another way to amuse herself.  

      “Fuck him harder,” said Nancy as she opened a drawer and removed a video camera.  It was a consumer model that wrote to a mini-disc.

      “Smile, Greg,” said Nancy as she took a facial close up before stepping back to video the two of us.   “I’m going to email a copy to Mom and Denise so she knows what a faggot you are.”

     Greg was grunting loudly each time I drove my prick into his bowels.  Raping Greg was proving to be quite enjoyable.  

      “Come in his ass, Tom,” said Nancy.  “I want to film your sperm dripping out his butthole.”

      “You’ll have to remove the straps around my testicles, Mistress,” I said.  My sperm were trapped below deck but it was anxious to explore Greg’s bowels.

      Nancy bent down and released my gonads from their leather prison. 

      I said, “Thank you, Mistress,” as a wave of relief passed throughout my groin.  I was deeply appreciative of what she had done.  I was even more thankful when she gave my nuts a gentle rub and pressed the pad of her wet thumb on my sphincter.  She pressed herself against my back.  I could feel the tits on my back as her thumb slowly worked it way past my sphincter.

      Nancy worked my prostate until she decided to give Greg some more grief by filming his homosexual ravishment.

      “Look, Tom. Greg’s got a hardon.  He’s a queer faggot after all,” said Nancy focusing the camera between my legs to capture the evidence that strictly hetero Greg could get an erection while being sodomised by a white man.

      Greg had passed the pain stage and was groaning and moaning as I slammed into him.  Nancy had set the camera aside, climbed under Greg and was sucking his cock.  That seemed a little odd since she intended to punish him.  On the other hand, wouldn’t climaxing during sodomy reinforce his feelings of humiliation?  I decided Nancy knew what she was doing.

      “I’m going to come, Mistress,” I said increasing my pace.

      “Do it, Tom.  Blow your white man’s jism deep in his black butt,” said Nancy taking his cock out of her mouth to answer.

      Greg and I came down off the mountain at the same time.  I pumped a full load in his bowels as he dumped in his wife’s mouth.  I was breathing heavy and covered in sweat when I finished.  I stuck out my chest and stood proudly at the thought I had just raped my first man.  Actually it was my first rape ever not counting the time in college my date got drunk and passed out and I took advantage of her.  Up till now, I’d been a gentle soul.

      Nancy, she puffed out cheeks filled with semen walked around to Greg’s front and spit on his face.  She resumed her role as videographer taking close-ups of semen dripping off the tip of his nose before returning to my end to film his violated rear.

     My jism was oozing out his anus.  At her direction, I used my cockhead to smear the fairy water over his sphincter while she filmed.

      “Now put your dirty slimy dick in his mouth, Tom,” said Nancy continuing to create her visual account of her husband’s sodomy.  She just couldn’t humiliate and degrade him enough.  I almost felt sorry for the poor bastard.  What I didn’t know was he had much worse to come.

     I walked around to his front and carefully guided my slimy prick past the Whitehead’s jaws where it came to rest on Greg’s tongue.  He didn’t like it one little bit.  Nancy kept filming as his tongue fought to expel my penis.

     “That’s good, Greg, use your tongue to clean Tom’s prick,” said Nancy.

      Amateur porn complete, Nancy opened the camera and removed the mini-disc. She held the disc up for Greg as she spoke.  “Greg, sweetheart, this goes in my safety deposit box for now.  But if I ever again catch you with your prick in Denise or my mother, it gets mailed to your boss at Midwest, your parents, and the guys you play basketball with at the Y.”

      Midwest was my bank too.  I had met some of the management over the years, possibly Greg’s boss.  I wondered if he would recognize me fucking his subordinate.