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Catherine’s Punishment
Part 12
A Continuing Story to be read by adults only
By Johhnyboy
With surprising strength and agility Joan first dragged Vicky from where she sat before Sean on Tony’s desk and then hauled the terrified naked woman upstairs to Tony’s playroom, there to throw Vicky over her knees, beating and cowering the trembling middle aged sister of Catherine Dixon into submission, first using a cruel leather riding crop before time after time spanking the sobbing Vicky with her open palm, deeply humiliating her trapped and helpless prey when repeatedly running her fingers through the crease of Vicky’s bottom cheeks then downward between her cunt lips, causing alternate groans of both pleasure and pleading to escape from between Vicky’s lips.
Eventually Joan’s transformation of Victoria Preston was complete.
Naked save for a pair of black hold up seamed stockings, red rubber ball gag and a wide studded leather collar, the large breasted mature beauty, her bottom still stinging from Joan’s harsh spanking stared in trepidation at the approaching figure as with aching wrists and arms she hung suspended via padded leather wrist cuffs from the wide steel bar set into the ‘dungeon’ ceiling beams. Her ankles, encased in matching leather ankles cuffs, were also spread wide, attached to the ends of a comparable steel bar thus ensuring every part of her naked body was open for inspection.
Only a single harsh spotlight, shining directly upon Vicky, lit the room, illuminating her naked sheen as she hung there, ready and available for whoever had whatever in mind for her, and after what seemed a lifetime, hanging there, alone and afraid, the ‘who’ finally arrived.
Sat, perhaps on a train opposite the balding rather portly yet normally smartly dressed figure, Vicky would not have given David Yates a second glance but gone now was the superior attitude the raven eyes haired mature beauty Vicky had first presented to Joan when first arriving in the small bookshop and with
Her well ordered world having been torn apart, first by Sean and now by Joan, Vicky’s apprehensive and fearful eyes looked on in abject horror at the figure slowly approaching her through the dimly lit ‘playroom’.
Clad in leather trousers, black string vest and with his features hidden behind a studded Leather face mask, David Yates was the devil incarnate.
Tony’s oldest and most reliable ‘customer’ was in fact part of the deal that allowed Sean to use his Bookshop for the day and now Yates stood before his very expensive ‘purchase’ his eyes smiling behind the leather face mask whilst his hands reached out to take, squeeze and then weigh Vicky’s heavy breasts whilst his thumbs caressed and measured her nipples, thanking the day he had sold his successful business for the small fortune that now provided him with the means to indulge his cruel alter ego.
Vicky shook her head, shouting muffled protests into her ball gag whilst her Breasts were weighed and fondled, but smiling happily now behind his mask of anonymity, Yates ignored her protests, happy in the knowledge he could and would use this
Mature beauty any way he wished knowing full well that both Joan and Tony’s young assistant would be recording all the action.
So what if this beauty was not exactly a willing participant?, breaking in a new bitch was the way Yates liked it, he paid big money for the privilege and afterward the woman was their problem afterward, not his.
Vicky could only look on in horror as Yates slipped one hand downward over her stomach and then shout renewed protests into her gag as she felt his fingers easily slipping inside her whilst realising to her horror she had somehow become wet down there.
‘This bitch must be gagging for it’ decided Yates who, with his hard throbbing cock straining against the leather trousers, moved around behind the ‘X’ spread naked figure of Victoria Preston.
Cupping her breasts again from behind this time Yates pushed himself close,
His body then pushed against hers, his face against hers, his tongue and lips tasting Vicky’s soft naked shoulder as he whispered to the horror-struck beauty.
‘Your mine now Vicky, believe me, I’ve paid big money to be your first customer, so you had better make sure I enjoy it otherwise you’ll stay right while I beat the shit out of you, then I’ll fuck you again until you make me believe your loving it!’
Vicky was shell shocked at his words.
‘Oh my God, this monster is going to rape me but what was he talking about, saying ‘Customer?’ what the hell is happening to me, what is Sean doing to me’
Yates softly whispered yet brutal words caused the stunned bemused Vicky to scream into her gag shake her body in her desperate yet futile attempt to escape her bondage as the implications of Yates words sank in, Sean obliviously intended to use her, to sell her body for sex to disgusting perverts such as the one at this moment openly exploring her body!.
‘Oh my God, why did I ever come here today? How stupid of me to think I could control that young monster when all the time he intended to blackmail me, use me, oh my god, to sell me!’
Suddenly Yates expert knowing fingers had slipped from her breasts and were once again parting Vicky’s sex lips, exploring her, pulling the soft flaps aside before one finger found Vicky’s little nub of gristly pleasure, causing the incensed yet helpless woman to gasp in unwanted but yet undeniable pleasure.
Then her horror Vicky suddenly became aware of the unwanted invader that was the hot tip of Yates throbbing cock now nestling into the warm moist valley between her cunt lips.
As he slowly entered Vicky, Yates knew the Viagra tablet he had taken earlier would keep his thick long cock rock solid for hours and Always having been proud of its size Yates, despite his less than Adonis type features, was proud also of his well practised ability to use it well, confident that even many somewhat less than obliging ‘first timers’ such as this one had ultimately succumbed to the unwanted yet unquestionable pleasure the skilful use of his throbbing nine inch monster created inside them.
And despite her combined anger and horror Vicky was to prove to be no exception to this rule.
Unable to prevent Yates from entering her, the mature beauty could do nothing but hang there in her bondage whilst the monster cock fraction by fraction slipped inside her, filling her, expanding her like never before as Yates, still pulling Vicky’s cunt lips aside, unhurriedly pushed his way into her, the huge head of his throbbing cock touching and pushing the walls of her cunt as if wanting to feel and sense every single part of her Virgina causing Vicky to gasp repeatedly to the joint ministrations of Yates cock and the knowing ministrations of his skilful fingers until finally, only when he could go no further, when he had filled her completely did Vicky, her eyes now closed and legs trembling, realise Yates had stopped, that she was now effectively joined to him, filled as never before, impaled upon a giant cock with no possible means of release, fully aware she was now simply a vessel for this mans pleasure.
And there, comfortable in the knowledge the Viagra would sustain him, for a full five minutes, Yates remained, his huge cock throbbing ceaselessly inside Vicky whilst his hands and fingers took the time to explore every part of her to bring forth yet more involuntary gasps of pleasure from behind the rubber ball gag of the mature beauty as he alternated between breasts, nipples, stomach, thighs and cunt lips until finally ready Yates began his long slow pumping of Vicky’s already wet and by now throbbing Virgina, continually teasing her by almost pulling out before gradually filling her again, each time causing Vicky, her eyes closed, to gasp in pleasure until, stopping again deep inside her Vicky was aware of Yates whispering again.
‘Grip it Vicky, grip your Master’s cock’!
Unthinkable only minutes ago, Vicky’s response was a sudden and spontaneous gripping of Yates with her Virginal muscles.
‘Keep it like that while I fuck you’
Again Vicky found herself obeying Yates, gripping him whilst he fucked her and before long was willing on the first stirrings of a massive orgasm. But this was Yates decision, not hers and Vicky’s frustration was noticeable when he came to rest again just between her cunt lips.
‘You come when I let you come’ Yates humiliatingly informed her before pushing inside Vicky once again, a process he kept up for a good thirty minutes, time after time leaving the mature beauty frustratingly craving for release with each touch of his fingers upon her breasts and cunt lips shooting through her like a bolt of lightening, trying even to impale herself upon Yates each time he rested at her entrance.
Then, just as she was once again on the verge of orgasm, for some reason Vicky suddenly opened her eyes and there was fully dressed figure of Sean standing only inches from her, smiling triumphantly before reaching behind her neck to remove Vicky’s gag whilst Yates, having been primed for Sean’s entrance, held Vicky by the hips and continued to fuck her, his throbbing cock again bringing her to the very edge and despite everything, Vicky found herself greedily sucking upon the two fingers Sean pushed between her lips whilst his other hand, after toying with her rock hard nipples dropped into his pocket.
‘Your mine now Vicky, my property you belong to me, from now on you do what I tell you, when I tell, wear what I tell you to wear, you fuck who I tell you to fuck!’
Vicky eyes widened in disbelief upon hearing Sean’s cruel statement but nonetheless with Yates still fucking her steadily her orgasm mounted and only after a brief pause she continued sucking Sean’s fingers, unaware of the crocodile nipple clamp Sean was placing over her nipple until the cruel clamp bit into the engorged appendix causing her to shudder in pain, almost biting down on Sean’s fingers in her mouth in her desperate attempt to scream a plea that Sean remove the painful device.
But Sean then causally applied the matching clamp, attached to its twin by a longish metal chain, to Vicky’s other nipple, dismissing her desperate pleading whilst Yates continued fucking her from behind...
‘Look into my eyes and keep sucking my fingers Vicky, from now on you have to earn the right to be treated well’
Whether through pain or fear or more likely as Yates pumped her furiously, her onrushing orgasm, Vicky’s pain filled eyes looked into those of Sean and she resumed her finger sucking just as Yates throbbing probing cock pushed her over the edge.
‘Keep looking at me!’ demanded Sean of the now wild eyed mature beauty, his fingers deep inside her mouth whilst his other hand pulled on the chain connecting her nipple clamps as the Yates unspent cock pushed Vicky over the edge of climax time and time again until, happy in the knowledge they had yet more film of Vicky performing and, for the time being at least, satisfied with her obedience, pulled his fingers from between Vicky’s greedy lips and abruptly departed the ‘playroom’ signaling to Yates he may now use her as he wished ..
Saddened by the need to have to lock her bedroom door, Catherine Dixon sat before her dressing table mirror applying the final touches of makeup to her still beautiful face.
Still naked from her bath Catherine’s worried features pondered again on what the forthcoming evening held in store for her.
Tony’s a summons to a lunch meeting and his ‘request’, in reality a non negotiable order, had left Catherine once again in no doubt as to her new status in life and still reeling from the events in Dan’s bedroom a couple of nights ago Catherine wondered just how more confused her troubled life could possibly become.
Slowly dressing in the obligatory black lingerie and little black dress Catherine was thankful at least that Dan’s demand that his own Mother now keep him informed of all her movements tonight coincided with Dan having to attend football practice, no doubt she would be quizzed later but for now at least she had a little privacy.
Stepping into the tiny black thong, black suspender belt and matching stockings, secretly bought only that morning, for Dan now controlled her ‘Special Lingerie’, Catherine wondered just how she would cope with meeting Peter again, given that the last meeting had resulted in her having to take all of his and his friend’s sperm in her every orifice.
After Telling Catherine that tonight Peter would not be entertaining his friends, Tony then assured Catherine it was simply that he been taken with her and as a single father he wanted her company as his companion on the occasion of a special birthday Dinner he had organised for his twins, a girl and boy coming up to their sixteenth birthdays, as a prelude to a larger party the following day.
Catherine would, Tony assured her, merely be expected by Peter to play the part of his companion, the hostess for the evening.
As she looked at her watch Catherine wondered whether Tony had been telling her the truth, whatever though, she had no option but to obey him, the strange mixture of fear of exposure, fear of Tony and Sean and, yes, her own sense of exhilaration and excitement would always ensure her compliance.
She was early, the car Tony had said would collect her was not due for another fifteen minutes, time for a good stiff drink to calm her nerves .and think back, back to the events in Dan’s room three days ago
Hi Dad, how’s it going?’
Catherine could not believe it, the world had gone mad. Her son Dan had just answered the phone to her husband James, Dan’s father, whilst having his own Mother naked and kneeling on his bed, her upraised bottom facing him, her wrists handcuffed behind her back
And unbelievably Dan’s fingers had caressed her love button whilst he continued a conversation with his Father!
Shaken rigid, Catherine could not believe how Dan was managing to sound so casual whilst she herself was so utterly helpless, unable to move or make a sound less James hear her and suspect something. Oh God, suspect what?
‘Sure I’m looking after Mum, don’t I always when you are away Dad? Replied Dan to his Father’s obvious question just as he slipped his four fingers deep inside Catherine’s soaking wet love box.
Catherine squeezed her legs together, slumping down upon her stomach in a desperate attempt to escape Dan’s prying fingers and put an end to this lunacy.
Dan though, seemingly totally unconcerned, simply sat on his bed next to his squirming Mother and continuing to hold his fingers inside Catherine and then suddenly shocked her to the core when saying.
‘Sure thing Dad, hang on while I go get Mum then’
Dan eventually slowly slipping his fingers from Catherine’s love box, stood from where he sat on the bed next to Catherine and walked across to the door,
There to yell a theatrical. ‘Mum, Dad’s on the phone for you!’ Whilst his naked Mother desperately scrambled up from Dan’s bed mouthing urgent silent pleas to her son to release her handcuffs.
But Dan, realising his Mothers silence was an obvious sign she had no intention of informing his Father of her demise, had other ideas and, placing the telephone handset to her ear then stepped back and motioned Catherine that she should get on her knees.
‘Hey, Mum’s just coming Dad, she’s had a busy day. Guess she’s almost on her knees’
It was all Dan could do not to laugh aloud at his cruel joke whilst his furious yet compliant Mother, lost as to what else she could possibly do, sank to her knees and, trying not to look at her son’s erect young cock, realised James would, as usual, have rung the private line in their room before the house phone and so quickly thought up an excuse as Dan held the phone to her ear.
‘Hi James’ Catherine began breathlessly, then, when her husband asked her, told him her first lie.
‘Sorry Babe, I lost track of time, I thought the spare room needed a good clean and just got carried away I guess’
Then, although it was obvious her husband had no idea his wife was at that moment handcuffed and naked and kneeling before his son in his bedroom, Catherine was still desperate James should have no inkling of this and so, when asked why she sounded so breathless another lie tripped from Catherine’s tongue.
Looking up at Dan in supplication she said to her husband.
‘Yes James. I was upstairs, Dan was down here in the lounge and so answered the phone, I’m out of breath from rushing down here to talk to you’
Then, for all she could remember James could have been saying anything, for astonishingly Dan’s hand was now circling his cock and Catherine was looking on, part horrified, part fascinated, as her son began s masturbating himself, pulling back his foreskin to expose an enormous reddish plum shaped head.
Mesmerised by her son’s seemingly nonchalant display of his newly acquired manhood Catherine, barely aware of her husband telling her he would be required to work the weekend and therefore be unable to return home this week, stared in dumb struck fascination, unable to avert her eyes as the obvious signs of creamy pre come juices seeped from within the small slit at the tip of Dan’s cock whilst Dan unashamedly continued to pleasure himself before her.
Somehow managing to hold some form of conversation with her husband, Catherine was stunned to find herself wishing he would call an end to their seemingly irrelevant chit chat and, just as she was telling herself it was simply so she could call an end to his unbelievable misbehaviour, Dan suddenly leaning forward, had placed the hot throbbing tip of his cock, wet with his pre come, only millimetres Catherine’s lips!.
From the bedroom window Catherine watched the Taxi slowly entering the driveway; with a shaking hand she took a last long pull at her drink, and then checked her appearance in the mirror before placing a wrap around her little black dress.
The driver seemed to know where he was going, just as well for Catherine had been told only that she was to be collected, 7pm sharp, so, sitting in the rear of the vehicle as the driver pulled away from the house she again found her mind wandering back.
Closing her eyes Catherine saw again her son’s rampant young cock before her; saw herself staring in awe and fascination at the organ she herself had created.
If only, if only:
If only James had told her he was coming home.
If only he hadn’t told her how tired he was and needed to take a long bath.
If only he hadn’t ended the conversation.
If only she had just fled the room at that moment instead of thinking that her son’s organ was so much bigger than that of James, that its velvety looking skin looked so young and beautiful and wonder if she was the first female to study this amazing monster?
If only she hadn’t suddenly become overwhelmed with an all consuming desire to just, just for one teeny moment, taste him, to be the first to do so
If only she hadn’t leant forward, drawn like a magnet toward the pre cum juice seeping from Dan’s cock.
If only Dan hadn’t inched forward until his silky sweet smelling plum like head touched her lips then she may, just may, have not parted her lips, moved them over that throbbing organ and snaked out her tongue to take and taste and swallow his salty creamy nectar
Watching the town give was to countryside Catherine remembered how, unbidden,
she had encircled Dan’s cock with her lips, giving her son the ultimate act of a woman’s submission, but then, Looking up into Dan’s eyes, expecting to see embarrassed guilt, Catherine instead saw a reflection of hard pitiless triumph and in that moment Catherine realised her son really had become an adult, that beyond a shadow of doubt Dan now exercised total control over his own Mother, she was, Catherine suddenly knew, as much a slave to Dan as she was to both Tony and Sean!
And with the Taxi entering a long driveway Catherine’s final thoughts as she saw the scholarly looking figure of ‘Peter’ waiting to great her were of the illogical sense of rejection and even disappointment she had felt when, incredibly, just as she had expected and prepared herself for her mouth to be flooded with his sperm, Dan had taken his cock from between her lips ..
End of Part 12
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