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Chapter 10
Painful games with
Chastity rules
Amanda sat nervously chewing her thumbnail; it was almost time for Sam’s arrival, and she was now having second thoughts, “Relax my dear. She will not be harmed!” Mandy smiled weakly; her nerves showing plainly on her face, “I know; it’s just that when the crunch comes, I’m now not certain that Sam will appreciate this.” Lady Penelope smiled warmly, “Take heart my child; I have been in this business for a long while. My intuition serves me fairly; the other night confirmed your supposition; even Daniel made comment on how Samantha loved to be roughly handled. I had Kylie and Kaitlin do some reconnoitring.”
Amanda smiled, “Yes I know, I heard Sam with them, she was having a ball.” Lady Penelope continued, “To give Samantha this experience, shows not only that you understand her; you also support her in this seemingly aberrant fascination for rape and it may very well vanquish it from her dreams. Just like Angela, I’m sure she will cherish this experience for quite some time.”
Mandy pulled in a deep breath, and blew it out hard, “Thanks for that; I really do love her so much! It’s just that most people would be horrified for what I am about to have done to her.” Lady Penelope patted her on the arm, “One man’s trash is another man’s treasure, my dear, or in this case; one woman’s pain is another woman’s pleasure!” Mandy nodded absently as she looked out the tinted window of Lady Penelope’s limousine.
Sam got off the bus and waited patiently for her connecting ride; she had taken this route the same as Mandy many times, and knew the drill. She took little, if no notice of the black limo parked across the street; her attention was of their new home and what it would be like; Mandy and she had seen photos of the property they were purchasing, and she still found it amazing that they were actually going to be living as a family in a home that they owned themselves. She smiled to herself, “A couple; setting up house with new beginnings! Married? Whatever that means to our not so conventional relationship?” The thought thrilled her immensely.
Sam was feeling euphoric at finishing the last of her exams for the year; Mandy had finished hers the week before. They were now free to leave for their promised land. She had also gone onto the net to find a suitable University in the area, and came up with two possibilities; Townsville had James Cook University, with an annex just north of Cairns It was a tossup as to which one was closer; she decided, she’d go see them both before she made up her mind.
Amanda watched from the car parked opposite the bus stop; she watched as Sammy fidgeted with her knapsack, looking up the road for a bus she wouldn’t be catching.
Sam was preoccupied and didn’t see the two men walk out of the alley behind her; she didn’t have a chance to fight as the bag went over her head, as two strong hands grabbed her arms and dragged her backwards into the alley; she was off the street and into the van within seconds, without anyone seeing.
Alex and John weren’t worried; they were told to give Samantha no hint of who they were, and if the shit hit the fan with someone seeing, they could divulge the plan and things would be worked out.
Sam lay in the back of the van blindfolded and hogtied; she was scared; she didn’t know why she was being kidnapped. It could be for any number of reasons; rape was the least of her worries. The first thing to come to mind was torture and murder at the hands of some deranged maniac; then there was the white slavery documentary she had seen on television only a week ago. This was a devastating turn of events; just as things were looking up, she was now in more trouble than she could possibly have imagined. She tried to tell herself not to panic, but it did no good; she could still feel the bile rising in her stomach.
Rape was the next to last on her list of atrocities that could be forced upon her, with ransom being the least likely. It did occur to her pausingly that maybe her mother might be in on this; and if that was the case then she would do her utmost to fight, even to the extent of putting herself and, or mother in hospital if she were given the slightest chance.
Sam had time to think; there was little else to do, she had already tested the ropes binding her are arms and legs; there was no chance of escape. If it was rape; then it was nothing like her fantasy; they never had this uncertainty; the almost blind panic to them. She knew from her studies, that rape was little about sex and more about domination and degradation with sex as just a tool to enforce the rapists will, with the side line being their sexual pleasure. She had always choreographed her scenario, this was totally out of her control, and it certainly wasn’t sexy; too frightening be arousing at all.
Lady Penelope signalled her chauffeur, “Home Robert, and don’t spare the horses!” In a flash of her own entertainment, she mused, “I really should have a driver by the name of James.”
~...~
Sam was unceremoniously dragged into a room and thrown onto a bed. The closing of the door sounded like a death knell to her sightless mind. She scrambled to her knees as best she could and faced the opposite direction she’d landed, insanely thinking that it would make her position more tenable. Her legs were free from her hogtie position, although the blindfold was still over her eyes, and her arms were still tied at wrist and elbows behind her back. She gave herself a small chance of getting out of this alive, if not unscathed, as long as she couldn’t identify her assailants.
Sam cocked her head from side to side, listening intently for any sign of someone in the room. She heard footsteps coming down a hallway; a cold chill ran down her spine. They had stopped at the door; when it opened a stabbing pain of panic swept though her, “Who’s there? Don’t you come any closer or I’ll...” She heard a chuckle, “Wot? Scream, or piss ya knickers? Scream all ya likes Missy! Dere’s nabuddy wiffin miles of us, or ya can piss yaself; dat’d be enertainin.”
Sam started to tremble, whipping her head from side to side; trying to gauge the direction of the voice, “What do you want from me?” The guy chuckled again, “Now yous is a egemacated sort of missy, weez know, weez bin lookin in ya bag; wot ya fink weez wants?”
Sam’s brain was in overdrive, “This isn’t something my mother would do; she wouldn’t even associate with lowlifes like this.” White slavers were getting lower on her list as well; she remembered what the documentary had said. “Slavers generally never abuse their captives, as long as they co-operate; damaged goods drops the sale price! But then again, this moron doesn’t seem too bright.”
Sam shuffled from knee to knee trying desperately to keep the guy’s voice in front of her, “Oiiii Joey! Git’s ya ass in’ere!” Sam gasped, “Shit! Fuck! Now I know a name.” Sam then felt a sharp blade touch her face, and she froze, “Now missy; yous gunna play nice an all; or does I hafta do some paswadin?”
Sam just nodded; her vocal chords were too constricted in fear to utter anything intelligent.
The blade ran down her neck until she felt a slight tug on the front of her blouse and bra as the knife sliced through the fabric with ease; her breasts fell free and jiggled to a halt. Sam screwed up her face in disgust and turned away from her attacker, “Gord will ya look at dem chest puppies! Ay Joey ya fucka, gits a loada deez!”
Sam felt herself being pushed forward onto the mattress with her arse in the air; she half thought of struggle away, but decided to stay put in the interest of staying alive. The knife made its way up under her skirt as her skirt was pushed up onto her back and then a tug. Sam stifled a scream as her panties also disappeared. She was breathing harder than ever; taking deep breaths through her nose and almost snorting them back out again like an animal under duress. She knew she was hyperventilation but found it hard to stop, “Fuckya Joey! git ya ass in’ere; dis bitch’s gota bubble butt; jist like ya likes’em!”
Sam heard heavy footsteps coming along the same hallway, “This must be Joey?” she thought to herself. Sam heard a deep grunt of approval, “I tol’ya, didn I! Now yuos be nice ta dis one; the last one gotz outa hospital wear’en one of dem shit bags on her’rip, cuase yous was too ruff!” Sam took solace in the fact that they had done this before and let their victim go; the poor woman had survived, albeit in need of hospitalisation. The first guy spoke to Sam, patting her on the arse, “Joey dudent says much; e’recons action speeks louder an wurds! So’s yuos speeks to’im nice like ok. so’s he dudent tears yous a new asshole.”
Sam’s queries were now answered. This wasn’t slavers, or kidnapping for ransom, her mother was ruled out; Sam was surprised to find herself calming down as each scenario was wipe from her mental whiteboard. These cretins didn’t seem to be interested in torturing her either; this was just going to be rape and anal rape at that. All she now had to do was live though it and not make them think that killing her was their only option, “Just rape!” The thought hit her hard, “When does rape become preferable? Sam mentally slapped herself, “When you could be killed instead, you twit!”
It hit her then as well; exactly what blondie had said about seeing her life going down the toilet and taking as much pleasure from it before her life and her arse were destroyed. Her breathing hadn’t slowed and every nerve ending was tingling at full attention. She could almost feel the excitement flowing from her rapists, She made one last crying plea, “Nooooo please! Don’t do this...please let me go.”
It did no good as she felt someone pick her up by the waist and fling her around like a ragdoll. Strange things enter a mind under duress, and Sam was no different, “Fuck this guy’s strong!” Her legs were now hanging off the bed with him standing between them, and a huge hand holding her to the mattress, face down. Sam tried desperately to relax her arse muscles, and conjure up one of her rape fantasies in the vain hope that it would help her get ready for what she now knew was inevitable.
Sam was almost in tears, her nerves were stretched so tight she thought she’d snap in two; she could feel her heart beating like a machine gun, and she couldn’t stop shaking. If her eyes were open; they’d be a wide as saucers. She felt a large hand softly stroke her hair, “What the fuck is the moron doing?” His hand seemed to encompass her head; that’s when a thought mushroomed into existence, like an atom bomb going off, “There’s only one person I know who has a hand that size! Sam’s hope rose, and shuddered with the thought, “Ohhh god! Let it be him.” Sam almost asked if it was Daniel, but decided against it; on the grounds that if it wasn’t, then her fantasy wasn’t going to help her to get excited enough to endure the assault. As much as Sam hated her bible bashing mother, she still had a belief in a divine entity, and it was that entity she gave thanks too for Mandy and blondie, “Please God let be it him. Let it be Daniel!” Whether or not it was; Sam was now able to use it to get her head into the right space for her rape.
The hand that was stroking her head then moved her blouse out of the way and slid under her left breast. Her C cup mound was totally encompassed as her head was, “Ohhh fuck!” Sam was torn between two thoughts, “Please grab it hard!” and “But not too hard!” He started to squeeze; Sam screwed her face up and grunted in pain, “Ohhh god your killing me!”
The pressure stopped just before it got too unbearable. He then took the weight off her back; in the process the hand holding her left breast punched a hole down into the soft mattress as his weight was taken by that arm, dragging Sam’s tit with it; Sam grunted and gritted her teeth in pain. Grabbing her other breast the same way he shifted his weight equally between the two, thus lessening the torment of her left breast. Only now Sam was pinned to the mattress by her tits; she grunted and squirmed, thinking to herself, “This has got to be the most humiliating thing a woman could go through? Not only am I going to get arse raped, but he’s using my boobs to hold me in place.”
She tried to kick out with her legs; it was useless, they were flailing out either side of him. She felt the knife in between her elbows cutting the cords, then at her wrists; finally she had the use of her arms and hands. Sammy found the added freedom almost next to useless, secured in position by her boobs, her arms and hands flailed the same has her legs. This was another slap in the face as she heard some laughing at her ineffectual floundering; and only added to her debasement.
The feeling of being totally powerless, being forced to endure the unspeakable only added to her arousal; She screamed and grunted in pain as his huge hands mashed her boobs; dragging them down into the mattress; she felt other fingers smearing lube in and around her arsehole; she stopped fighting and waited; steeling herself for the pain she was sure would to come.
She was still panting in rapid gasps; her body was on fire as it waited. Sam had enough; she bucked her hips in frustration, “Well you bastard! Go on and do it! Fuck my arsehole you limp dick!” Still he waited.
~...~
Amanda was crying as she watched Sammy’s rape through the one way mirror. She tried to hide her face in her mother chest, as blondie comforted her. Lady Penelope had locked the door to the viewing room, just in case Amanda lost her nerve. Amanda had insisted on being here, even after Lady Penelope had advised her that it would be stressful to watch a loved one being raped. The last thing Samantha needed was to endure all this mental anguish and pain, only to see it all dashed before the final climax. She had spent hours with Daniel; going over every little detail as to how he was to proceed, “it is perfectly ok my dear! Daniel knows exactly what he is doing; she’ll be no more than sore, and hopefully very, very happy. I know it’s hard, but take a little comfort in the knowledge that Daniel’s autism makes him the ideal partner. I have given him explicit instructions on how he is to perform, and like a robot; he will do exactly as he is told.” blondie’s face showed the worry she felt for Sam and Amanda even as she tried to smile through her own tears in reassurance for Mandy; she atleast had the knowledge of her own experience to comfort her. Lady Penelope was herself feeling strained at the events going on in the next room; no sane woman could walk away from this and not be so affected in some way or other.
~...~
Sam wanted to cry; her boobs were supplying her with enough tormenting desire to fuel her fires of passion; she now needed to orgasm, and all that was required was the last final brutal assault. In the end she sobbed and begged quietly, “Pleeeeeaaaase!” Sam cried at the idea of being reduced to a pitifully begging wanton wretch; it had never been in any of her scenarios, but it certainly flared her need to give herself to her rapist at any cost; this was to prove to be even better than she could ever imagined.
Her plea was answered with an enormous cock straining at the entrance of her arsehole, which started to stretch as the enormous head entered her rectum; her body stiffened and strained forward with the onslaught, and her breasts trapped in her rapists mauling hands, laboured to hold her in place.
Sam shuddered and wept for joy, “Ohhh god! It is Daniel! Do me, you gentle giant; do me good!”
Sammy grunted and strained as more of his length slowly invaded her bowls; she screamed and panted; she grabbed fistful of bedding, arching her head up and back as her legs stiffened and shook violently with the shear pain of entry, “Ahhhhhhhh, shiiiit, Faaaarrkkkk.” And still the monstrous organ kept moving forward; her thoughts turned to being impaled on a spit and having it come out of her mouth, she involuntarily kicked out with her legs and stiffened again; screaming herself hoarse. Sweat was pouring off her forehead and soaking her blindfold, her vocal chords now straining to emit any sound at all, and she lay there convulsing.
Her rapist had stopped and mercifully waited for her to accustom herself to his size. The entry was slow and agonising; the withdrawal was almost as slow, and no less painful. No sooner that he was almost out of her, he pushed back in a little faster. Sam convulsed once more, but didn’t care anymore; she felt herself go over the precipice, shuddering in orgasm that took over every nerve in her body; exploding like a tsunami on the shores of her being, as she fell head long into her protective subspace.
Here she mentally sat back and revelled in the pleasure her attacker was giving her; the pain was still there but it no longer mattered. She felt her body jerking with every fresh assault; he was pounding her with animal lust; she heard herself scream and grunt as he kept up his urgent thrusts. Pleasure shot through her in different direction and over rode the pain; she had done it, she had weathered the storm of agony and was now floating calmly in a sea of bliss.
Sam couldn’t tell you how long her rapist took to fore fill his needs, she didn’t care; hers were wrapped comfortably within her like the arms of a lover.
~...~
Sam stirred out of her stupor, disorientated and slightly confused. She was in a foetal position on her side with a sheet up and over her; she moved an arm and brushed it past her breast, and gasped. Her pelvic region was emitting periodic aching cramps; opening her eyes she saw a soft pillow mounding up and blocking her sight; pain still coursed through her stomach and lower intestines, her eye sight was blurry. Pushing the pillow down she tried to sit up, only to have another round of pain shoot up through her body. Sitting on the floor she saw a gigantic figure of a man just staring at her; her eye sight cleared, allowing her to recognise her suitor.
Sam stopped moving and stared at him; he had a concerned look on his angelic boyish face; she moved to the edge of the pillow so she could put her head back down. They both looked into each other eyes for a long moment; as Sam had suspected somewhere through her rape, it was Daniel giving her the fantasy she had dreamed of for years. He had performed it to perfection, and she smiled warmly, “Hello Daniel.”
Daniel sat not saying a word, “Daniel! Are you all right?”
Daniel looked hesitant as he went to speak, “Are you...Ummm, I’m ok Miss Samantha. How are you?” Sam heard the concern in his voice, and smiled broadly; even now small orgasmic tremors were still running through her, “I’m absolutely fine; I’ll live Daniel,” She cocked a finger at him in a come hither fashion, “Can you come over here? I’m a little sore and it’s little hard to move.” Daniel hesitated again, but finally did as requested. Sam waited until he was sitting next the bed, “There’s something I need to whisper to you; Daniel leaned in, “Closer!” She urged. Daniel brought his head within inches of her; Sam brought her hand up and hooked it behind his head, pulling him the rest of the way and resting her cheek on his, “Thank you Daniel, thank you so much; I know what you did was hard for you, and I appreciate that. I want to give you something to remember every time you have any doubts about what went on here today.
Daniel pulled away a little as if to receive his little something; Sam pulled his head back, but this time she kissed his passionately on the lips for what seemed to Daniel like hours, then finished with a quick kiss, “Thank you so much, I will never forget what you did for me today. You were magnificent. I felt as though you were reading my mind.”
Daniel didn’t actually return the kiss, he found it hard to understand the feelings people had when they kissed, his autism didn’t allow for close personal contact and he felt awkward. He liked some people and disliked others, that was as far as his feelings went for those around him; his like for Missy Penny was the strongest; she had excepted him for who he was, and gave him a peace he had longed for, but being this intimate with someone was confusing.
Daniel moved back a little in surprise. Never had any woman kissed him on the lips; not even Missy Penelope, and he didn’t know how to react it. She had done something totally unexpected, especially when he thought about what he’d just done. The best he expected was to be politely ignored, and that would have been just fine; being hated for this was the one thing that had made him nervous about agreeing to this act. He like Miss Samantha a lot, but this was so totally out of the blue. He knew that Samantha and Amanda were partners and that they kissed as she had done to him.
Sam could see the confusion on his face, “What’s wrong Daniel?”
Daniel took a breath as if to speak, then stopped and hesitated; he looked down to his hands as he rung them in turmoil, “I don’t love you Miss Samantha! I can’t.” He looked up into her eyes and quickly added, “I like you a lot; you’re good people, and I was afraid that you wouldn’t like me after... you know... after I did ...” he pointed to her bottom; his face screwing up in frustration trying to understand, “You like Miss Amanda... don’t you?”
Sam smiled sympathetically. She could see Daniel was having trouble understanding what she meant by her kiss, and she patted his hand, “I could never not like you Daniel, and yes; I love Amanda, I always have, and always will. What you did for me was the most wonderful thing you could have ever done for me. And you’re right, I am a lesbian! You know what that means?”
Daniel nodded, “It means you have sex with other women!”
Samantha giggled at the simplification, “Yes! You’re right again; that among other things. That doesn’t mean I don’t like men, I just don’t want one as a partner. What you did...or should I say; what we did was just sex for the fun of it. I had one of the best orgasms I have ever had, and I hope you did too.” Daniel’s face opened up in a boyish smile and held up a used condom; Sam smiled embarrassingly, “Daniel, you’re so straight forward, with a naivety that only adds to your charm; I can see how people can get embarrassed or annoyed by you?” Sam only squeezed his hand and giggled, “You helped me realise a fantasy I’ve had for a long time, and I was just thanking you for that. I didn’t want you to feel guilty for what you did. You will always be my very special male friend; there will be no other man as close to me as you.”
Daniel felt better and thought to himself, “Miss Penny is such a smart lady!” He sighed, “I’m not the one you should be thanking, I didn’t think of doing this.”
Sam giggled, “Ohhh I know you didn’t, Daniel! I also know just who was responsible for me being here.”
Daniel looked up over Samantha as she giggled, “And she’s standing at the door with a big smile on her face right now! Isn’t she?”
~...~
Daniel nodded with a cheeky grin on his face, and Sam winched as she rolled over to see not only Mandy, but Lady Penelope, blondie and Alex standing just inside the room, “Hello my lover!” Amanda had a smile on her, with tears of relief flowing down her cheeks; she rushed over to hug Sam, “Oooww! Watch the boobies, watch the boobies!” Sam pulled the sheet down to reveal her sore and swollen breasts; they were angry red and already the bluish tinge of bruising was starting to appear.
Amanda let go and took her hand; kissing it urgently, “God Sammy, I’m sorry sweetheart.” Sam giggled, “Don’t be sorry lover! Thank you for the most wonderful experience of my life. I’ll live! I doubt I’ll be walking out of here too soon, but I’ll mend. ” She turned to blondie, “Hi mum! You know the other day when you were telling me about your experience in the boot of the car. I didn’t understand your reaction to waiting for the blade to fall, but now I do and want to thank you for your insight, it helped me immensely.”
blondie smiled, “It heightens the senses! Doesn’t it?” Sam giggled, “Ohhh boy, you can say that again!” Both women felt a private personal kinship; a shared experience that anyone who hadn’t gone through was unable to comprehend.
Amanda had to ask one question, “Would it have been as good, if you had known from the beginning, it was staged?” Sammy smiled; she knew why Mandy had asked, “No lover! And thank you for not telling me. It certainly wouldn’t have been as exciting in the end, and as mum knows; the beginning was terrifying, but added to the tension that amplifies the senses. Without the uncertainty it would have just been another painful fuck session. If you’re wondering whether I’ll want to do it again; the answer is probably not! You can’t eclipse this one; it was perfect! None of my fantasies came within cooee of it. Real rape isn’t going to be any more exciting, just extremely dangerous. Amanda sighed with relief, “Thank you for taking that load off my mind.”
Alex was standing in the background, “I see you there Alexander. Don’t you dare hide from me!” Alex moved into an open space; scratching the back of his head, “I’s only duin meez job missy, yous cant blaams meez for dat!” Sam laughed, “No wonder it me took so long to work out, this was a setup. You really should go into movies; you’re a natural! You also owe me a bra and panty set, not to mention a blouse I spent over a hundred dollars on.”
Amanda laughed, “I hated that blouse; it’s why I left it out this morning for you to wear, and I’ll get you new underwear tomorrow.”
Alex grinned, “That remark I said about; da shit bags on her’rip; I meant it. Daniel’s a fucking horse; he puts mere males to shame. I, for one am almost jealous.” Everyone broke up laughing; Daniel just sat there blankly; wondering why he was being mentioned, but accepted that it was probably a good thing.
Lady Penelope reverted to vulgar speech, “Alexander! You are such a dick; ask Daniel just how many women will take him on with his monster.” Alex looked chaffed but decided to keep quiet.
Sam laughed as she extended her hand out to Lady Penelope, “You are the Consummate Mistress of elusion and fantasy, and I thank you for delivering excellence in the face of dubiety once again.”
Lady Penelope moved forward to take Samantha’s hand, and then curtsied, “I am but a humble servant in your employ Madam!”
Sam laughed, “You my dear Lady denigrate your talents; you certainly have many traits; I can think of a whole bunch of strengths and abilities you display, but I have my doubts that humble is anywhere near one of them!”
Lady Penelope feigned distress, slapping her hand to her chest, “Done to death by slanderous tongue! Thy arrow pierces this wretched heart.” Penelope bowed and a wily smile crossed her gracious face, “Frailty, thy name is Penelope!”
Everyone laughed and applauded, “You have my measure my dear, and I commend you,” Lady Penelope bowed a second time. Sam frowned, “Isn’t that supposed to be vanity?” Lady chortled, “A common misconception my dear. Shakespeare never wrote, “Vanity thy name is woman, it was always Frailty. Rossetti’s Lady Lilith conjured up that misquoted line.” Sam shrugged, “Well you learn something every day. So I suppose we own you more now for your services?”
~...~
Lady Penelope shrugged, “Yes and No! The deposit has already been paid; all that is need; is for your Amanda to hand over her keys!” Lady Penelope held out her hand; Mandy blushed as Samantha frowned, “Mandy! What is she talking about?”
Amanda got up and hesitated, then handed over two small silver keys on a ring and was about to explain, then hesitated again; Lady Penelope held her hand tenderly, “Would you rather I tell them, my dear?” Amanda nodded and dropped her head; clasping her hands down in front of her.
Everyone waited curiously for Lady Penelope to begin, “As I have already stated; the deposit has already been paid. These!” She held up the keys, “Are the last and final payment for my services. Amanda has agreed to be bonded to me for the duration of her stay here in town; the contract she signed is in part payment; and I might add the greater part, for Samantha’s fantasy; her contract terminates on her departure for your new home in Queensland.
Samantha was shocked and worried, as was blondie; she winced as she worked herself into a sitting position, her boobs aching as they readjusted to her position, “No you can’t do this to her. Mandy! You don’t have to do this. She can’t make you!” Lady Penelope felt sympathy for Samantha; she knew this looked bad for herself and looked to Amanda for support.
Sam was visibly upset and Mandy knelt back down, “Shush my love! Lady Penelope hasn’t done anything, but to offer me a choice; much like she did for us when mum had her fun. I freely accepted her offer and signed the contract. You know me; when I make a deal, I don’t back out!” Sam was confused, “What! So you’re her slave with whips and chains until we leave?” Amanda was getting a little exasperated and turned to look at Penelope.
“No! My dear; being bonded is nothing like being enslaved; it’s is an archaic term, the equivalent today is more like apprentice or servant; in the dark ages a young girl was bonded to a household for maid service, much like a boy was apprenticed to a blacksmith for a specific duration of time.”
In this case Amanda has not lost any of her social status, and very little freedom; the arrangement Amanda has contracted herself to; the one you walked in on at the end of the film night; is for recreational services here at the Crystal Slipper, for myself and my staff. After the film night I had a quiet little discursive meeting with my girls over late night tea and coffee; we all agreed that it would be a nice diversion to have the pleasure of Amanda’s services. I consider it a little in house bonus for my staff, for their loyalty and service.” Sam raised her eyebrow, “Recreational Services? And what exactly does that encompass?” Mandy blushed, “It means I’m to orally service Lady Penelope and her girls, three days a week from now until we leave!”
Lady Penelope corrected Amanda, “I think you may have misunderstood the contract my dear; it was you who stated; Lady Penelope and Staff!” My ladies aren’t the only ones I employ to run my establishment.” Amanda frowned, then her eyes popped open and she gasped. Her idea of staff were the females employed by Lady Penelope; Sam saw the implication of such an error and it tickled her funny bone, she started to giggle, “Ohhh boy! You are so in trouble now girl!” Amanda turned to Lady Penelope with a sick pleading look of someone on death row.
Lady Penelope smiled, raising an eyebrow, “Would you like me to show you the contract?” Amanda was groaning, but shook just her head, “There is no mention of excluding my male staff members. I was mildly surprised to hear you offer such a thing, and maybe I should have questioned you about it; with what you were planning, I merely assumed you were experimenting the same as Samantha.”
Lady Penelope could see Amanda’s brain spinning, tying to find a way out, “I believe you stated in front of everyone here; when I make a deal, I don’t back out! You signed the contract! A contract you help draught! We made a deal! I have upheld my end of the bargain; all with utmost finesse if I must say so myself.” Mandy knew she was caught; hoisted by her own petard; she had figured the cost of her service was minimal and most enjoyable, considering the deduction for said service that Lady Penelope was taking off Sammy’s bill.
She nodded in defeat, and Alex who had been milling around in the background mildly disinterested; almost to the point of leaving the women to their conversation; was now keenly interest in the proceedings, “Ohhh wow! This is great; wait till the lads hear about this!”
blondie saw her daughter’s sickly expression, and smiled sympathetically, “If I may make a suggestion? I see it my duty as her mother and as I am her slave; to take on that part of Mandy’s contract!” Alex was slightly deflated; the idea of receiving a head job from an honest-to-god lesbian gave him a boner; he had already got off with her mother and although she was good, Amanda was in his age group, it just wasn’t the same. Amanda’s spirits lifted, “She doing it again!” She felt enormous surge of gratitude for her mother, “She never fails to be there for me!”
Lady Penelope knew that Amanda hadn’t understood the contract and sighed, “I’m sorry Angela, unfortunate as it may seem; the contract is with your daughter and myself; there is no mention of proxies.” Alex’s excitement peaked again as Amanda’s moral dropped to an all time low; he did have infinitesimally small amount sympathy for her, but only enough to sweeten the prize. He was a heterosexual male, and as he understood it; with the same sexual apathy for male contact as lesbians. If he had done a deal and inadvertently put himself in her position; then he’d be as upset by this turn of events as she was. Alex didn’t let that deter him from his lifelong passion, “I’m gonna do all I can to see she holds to her contract!” Not that he would have honoured any deal in that respect.
Lady Penelope turned her attention to Amanda, “I told you once before that in business; there are no free lunches; I am paying dearly for your services my dear! I also said; I will have to take you in hand and teach you the fundamentals of commerce.” Amanda remembered the conversation, but never expected at the time for it to come back and bite her on the arse.
“Let this be lesson one: Read...the Contract...carefully...and understand it... before...you sign!
Amanda winced as though a stake was being driven into her stomach with every exaggeratedly punctuated word, but had to except everything Lady Penelope was saying; her stupidity and naivety; maybe even a little bit of feminine pride had put her in this awkward situation; it would be a hard lesson indeed, “You’re right as usual Ma’am; it was asinine of me not to read the contract carefully and understand it. As much as it sickens me; I will honour our pact! You have been nothing but honourable, up front and very considerate of our family; my respect for you will not allow me to shirk even this...this,” Mandy shook her head and couldn’t go on, then slumping to the floor beside Sammy’s bed, sighing pitifully.
Everyone in the room except for Alex; who was mentally rubbing his hands together with glee; felt for her, even Daniel felt uncomfortable with the situation Miss Amanda had got herself into. Sam stroked Mandy’s hair in sympathy, “I feel you are paying far more than you should for my fantasy, and for that I will try to make it up to you as best I can.”
Lady Penelope was impressed by Amanda’s resolve; she knew it was hard for her to admit and accept her failings without accusation. It would have been easy for her to get angry and accuse Penelope of trickery and demand the contract be null and void. Penelope really had no way of enforcing it either, “Amanda is truly an honourable woman of high moral integrity!” she mused, and then said, “I have no wish to be seen as the Ogre here, so I will give you an option; let everyone here be witness. I will give you the choice, entirely at your discretion, to exclude the male staff members from your service! If you so wish.”
“However! Get this into your silly head my dear. Not everyone is as magnanimous as I!
Amanda looked up in surprise as though Lady Penelope had removed the noose from around her neck, only for it to be handed to her, “Was it now up to me to either cast it aside or put it back on? She wondered if Lady Penelope surmised what sort of a dilemma she had put her in.
Alex’s spirits nosedived once more, “Ohhh great, whoopee do! There goes my recreation.” Amanda smiled as blondie restated her offer, “I’m sure we can work out some sort of a deal for you and the boys.” Amanda chuckled, “Those who don’t know you would believe you’re gallantry touching mother; throwing yourself on the sword to save your daughter. But we all know you better than that; don’t we! In actual fact; you’re a cock sucking cum hungry whore who’s trying to gate crash an evening of Cock-tail delights. You’re so priceless mum!”
blondie blushed and felt the inevitable rising damp between her legs, as Mandy continued, “Thank you for your motherly concern, but I got myself into this, and it’s up to me to decide on how to get myself out.”
Alex threw up his hands in frustration, “So what does this mean? I’m confused now; is it a go; are we in or out? What do I tell the boys? Damn! You know; I get the feeling that it’s genetically difficult for any one woman to make a simple decision, and total impossible if there’s a bunch of you. All I want to know is: am I getting a head jobs or not?”
Lady Penelope glared at Alexander as she pointed to the door, “It’s Go! Because if you don’t, then head isn’t the only job you’ll be looking for.” Alex squeaked, “Yikes! I’m outa here.” All the women smiled at each other until Alex stuck his head back around the corner, “Just text me when a decision has been reached, Ok!”
Lady Penelope brought her hands to her hips, “Alexander Ross!” Alex smiled cheekily, Ok, I’m going, I’m going!” Everyone but Daniel chuckled as they heard him grumbling to himself as he went off, “Damn women! You can’t live with’em, and ya not allowed shoot’em.” Daniel took this to his advantage to say his goodbyes and leave as well; he didn’t really know what all the fuss was about and had other things he would rather be doing.
Sam shook her head, “That Alex is a real mischievous prick!” Lady Penelope chuckled, “Yes he is, but nonetheless he’s like most men! A spoilt child, although the female gender only have their mothers to blame; after all isn’t it they who rear their darling little dicks. Wouldn’t you think that they would instil a little more understanding in the little blighters?” All the women agreed as none had children except blondie and she knew nothing about the hassles of bring up boys.
Sam was finally able to ask the question that was plaguing her from the beginning, “Those keys you gave Lady Penelope; what were they for?”
Mandy blushed fiery red; she knew this was coming and she really wanted to wait forever, or atleast until she was alone with Sam, she figured now with everything that had happened; she may as well try and spill the beans, only she couldn’t find the right way to start.
With an uncustomary insensitive display; Lady Penelope smiled “That my dear is the piece de resistance!” And then tapped on Amanda’s mons with her knuckles; eliciting a hollow metallic sound.
Amanda gasped as the others looked perplexed, “Don’t look so shocked my dear; I have done you a favour. You seemed to be caught in a mind lock, now you can tell them.”
Amanda was caught off guard by Lady Penelope’s action, and instead of helping her to explain, she froze. As Mandy had told her mother on the film night, humiliation wasn’t something she could handle, and this was over the top.
She struggled to keep her skirt down as Sammy was trying to look up and under it; finally she just clapped both hands over her beet red face and sobbed. Instead of trying to lift her skirt, Sammy noticed the elastic waist band and tugged it down for all to see; Sammy gasped as the skirt hit the floor, “It’s a chastity belt!”
Amanda thought she was going to faint and sat down on the bed bottomless; except for the stainless steel underwear; still holding her face in her hands, “Why have you got that on?” Mandy couldn’t say anything; her mind was locked in an endless loop, wondering herself why she had let Lady Penelope talk her into this, so Lady Penelope took it upon herself to make amends for her earlier faux pas, “I am truly sorry my dear, that was crass and stupid of me, and I apologise profusely. Please allow me to make it up to you and explain. You have nothing to be embarrassed about; if what you eventually told me is true, then everyone here already knows of your little problem.”
Mandy took her hands from her face but couldn’t look anyone in the eye, so she just nodded for Lady Penelope to continue, “As you both know, Amanda has a low libido and has been wrestling with it for quite some time now. When Amanda came to me about your fantasy, it took a great deal of courage for her to let me in on her problem, she was insistent on the perspicuity of her problem and how it affected the family, and why she was asking for my help.”
blondie looked to Lady Penelope, “perspicuity?”
Lady Penelope smiled apologetically, “I am sorry my dear; I have this penchant for extraordinary and sometimes archaic words, and I sometimes forget that not everyone is as interested in my chosen trivia. It means clarity; to be lucid of statement!”
blondie chuckled, “You’d be a wiz at crossword puzzles!” Lady Penelope smiled and bowed in acknowledgement.
Sammy ignored the conversation between their mother and Lady Penelope and took Mandy and held her warmly, “I already know, and so does mum. She has been trying to keep her interludes with Donnie to the times when she knows you’re not around.”
blondie came back to the matter at hand, and nodded, “That’s right sweetheart. Sam and I have been worried that our unusual sexual appetites were giving you grief; Sam has been trying not to pester you for attention, and I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but she’s been coming to me for her thrills. I have to admit, I’m not very good at it, and Sam has gone away most times more frustrated than before.” blondie looked apologetically to Sam, ‘I think she misses her lovers touch, I can give her the pain and a little pleasure; but my heart just isn’t in it. What I give her is a poor cousin to what she really needs, and that’s you Mandy!”
Sam waved her hand, “Pffttt! It doesn’t matter; what matters most is Mandy. We love you and only want what’s best for you.”
Amanda was sniffling, but had listened as her mother and Sam related their respective tales, “You’ve both been doing this without me knowing; both been hiding your needs from me all this time; just for me?”
blondie cupped her daughter’s face with her hand lovingly, “Of course we have! Not all this time, but certainly once we knew for sure you were feeling awkward about our sex drives.”
Amanda gave a subtle teary laugh, “And here I thought I was handling it all by myself. I’m such a dork!” Sammy giggled, “Yeah, but you’re a lovable dork!” Mandy elbowed Sam in the ribs, “Well you can stop your walking on eggshells, I have fixed the problem. I’m so horny right now I could probably give all the guys here a blowjob this minute.” She hesitated, then added, “Well maybe not, but you know what I mean.” Sam blinked, “Are you sure; we only made love last night and you take weeks to recover?”
Amanda took Sam’s hand and wiped it up her inner thighs, “What do you think?” Sam felt the wet slick presence of pussy juice on her hand, “I’ve been leaking ever since I put this damn thing on! Don’t ask me why; it was Lady Penelope, she’s the one who suggested it.”
When both women looked to her, Lady Penelope smiled, “There are two reasons for a woman to have a low libido; one is physical, and unfortunately there is not much I can do about that; the other is psychological, and in some cases I have found it can be raised by chastity. I’m sure Samantha already has an idea of why it works.” Sam shrugged noncommittally, and bade her to continue, “Sex is a little like chocolate to women; some don’t like it at all, men refer to these women as frigid.”
“Others can take or leave it, but once having a bit will leave it alone for weeks and sometimes months at a time. These are seen by men as cold fish!” Here she pointed to Amanda.
Lady Penelope then turn her hand to Samantha, “Then we have those who can consume an ounce or two, once or twice a week, splurging every now and again in a full on orgy of over indulgence. This woman is the much preferred by the male fraternity.”
She looked to blondie, who was now feeling a little nervous, “Then we have the full blown in your face chocoholics who can’t seem to get enough. Your average run-of-the-mill slut, whore skank cumbucket; whichever term you prefer to use. I, myself prefer to refer to them as nymphomaniacs! While there are many men who would like to use one, there are few who would actually want one for a wife.”
blondie blinked in consternation, “I... Ayyy... what? No...No, I’m one of them middle ones, with a blowout at the end! Just like Sammy” Both girls broke up laughing, “So how long is this over indulgence of yours gonna last?” Samantha giggled.
blondie had the sinking feeling she wasn’t going to win this one, her batting average was abysmal, but fought on valiantly, “If either of you two had to put up with something like that bastard ex-husband of mine, then you’d be over indulging as well. I put up with crap sex for sixteen frustrating years, starting off with him dressing me up as a child with pigtail then reaming me from behind while holding on the my tails, from there, sex went gradually downhill the older I got, to the last five years I was on near starvation rations; so yes! I was frustrated, and vow to make up for every ounce of chocolate I had missed out on.”
The girls were slightly amused, but felt sorry, Lady Penelope continued, “You see my ladies, this only proves my point! Men want sex all the time, and as much as it goads the feminine rational; it is in their genetic makeup. They constantly look for it and in some cases work hard to get it, or pay handsomely; as I know so well. This is why prostitution will never be stamped out. It is also the reason why gigolos will remain few and far between.”
“Let me apply a little scenario; a handsome man dresses to the nines and goes looking for sexual relief, he works hard and spends a fist full of money wooing his chosen prey, if and I do mean if; his prey wishes to consent then he has netted his quarry. Now let us turn it around and say a woman in the same league dresses to kill, and is also looking for...shall we say an amorous evening. Have you any idea what it will cost her; what she has to do for her sexual pleasure? And please do not insult my sensibilities by saying you don’t know.”
blondie answered for them all, “Nothing; just say YES!”
Lady Penelope nodded, “Quite right Angela; so you see she can have all the chocolate she wants, and depending on which of those four categories she falls into; is just how much she will consume. It comes down to basic human nature; we want that which is forbidden! Eve and her apple! In Amanda case, she could have all she wanted, now that it is denied her; she wants sexually relief and orgasm badly; and for the sheer thought that it all depends on moiré. She has lost the ability that men believe all women seem to take for granted; and now has to work hard for it. I have the key to her prurient desires and will keep it until you all leave for your new home in a month or so.”
Amanda sighed, “One month, three weeks, four days,” she looked at her watch, “twelve hour and...” Sam started to giggle, and blondie swatted her shoulder; trying desperately not to laugh herself, “Stop it Sammy, that’s just mean,” Which only made her giggle even more.
Even Mandy had a frustrated smile on her face, “No mum, she’s right! I’m now walking in her shoes; Sammy’s been frustrated at my lack of libido for ohhh, I don’t know how long...” “Two years, six month, one week and ...” Sammy mimicked Mandy with an exaggerated sigh, still looking at her imaginary watch as Lady Penelope and blondie broke up laughing.
Mandy made a move to strangle her giggling Sam as she laughingly continued, “just from that alone I know she loves me; she’s put up with me, so it’s my turn to return the favour. It’s not so bad; I’ve been trying keeping to myself interested by not having an orgasm every time we make love. It’s hard and sometimes I lose control, and you all know how I hate not being in control; with this belt I have all the control I need.”
Lady Penelope then looked at her watch, “I believe this has turned out well, so it is time I sorted out my ladies! I would dearly love to stay and chat some more, unfortunately I have a chocolate factory to run.” All the others smiled. Sam put her hand out and took Lady Penelope’s; bringing her down to kiss her on the cheek, “Thank you once again for all your help and understanding.”
Lady Penelope squeezed Samantha’s hand affectionately, “You are most welcome my dear; all part of the service; if I may make one more suggestion. I believe it might be in your best interest to stay put for the night and rest young lady; you have had a big day. Amanda! I will see you in my office to start your service.” Sam giggled, wriggling her eyebrows up and down, “Time to pay the ferryman!” Amanda giggled, “I suppose now she’s got me to the other side.” Lady Penelope’s face flinched painfully with a slight smile at the cliché, and turned to blondie kissing her on the cheek, “Until we meet again, Angela! Amanda should be finished around midnight, so I will have my limousine be at her disposal then. Robert is at your disposal now or when you should require transport home.” With that Lady Penelope blew a kiss to the room, “I bid you all a good night.”
~...~
Robert stubbed his cigarette out in the private underground carpark when he saw blondie coming, and opened the rear door, “Home Ma’am?” blondie hesitated, “Yes Robert, but it’ll take over an hour driving in this late hour traffic and I have no wish to sit alone; would you mind if I sat up front with you?” Robert rolled his eyes and smiled, “That’s a no brainer! A beautiful naked lady asks her driver if she can sit up front; any chauffer would have to be crazy, or gay to refuse that request Ma’am; the only thing I might like to point out is the windows are only tinted in the back.” blondie laughed as Robert closed the back door and opened the front, “You can always take the ring road, it won’t take any time off the trip, but it is quieter. As much as I love all the compliments; please stop with the Ma’am; we both know I’m a dogs whore!”
Robert closed the passenger door and quickly ran around to the driver’s side and got in, chuckling to himself, “So, what do I call you; Angela, blondie; or slut, fuckface, cumbucket?”
blondie blushed at being dehumanised. She still couldn’t understand why it was such a rush to verbally degraded, but just went with the flow and squeezed her legs together to stem the slime building in her cunt, “You men are all alike! Anyone, or all of the latter, if you’re interested in getting a blowjob,” she laughed.
Robert raised his eyebrow as he started the car, “So does this mean that stupid crazy Alex is telling the truth?”
blondie chortled, I knew the idiot couldn’t keep his mouth shut. Yes it’s true! My daughter has been contractually bonded to Penelope and staff for the duration of our stay in town.” Robert whistled, “That must really bite; her being a lesbian and all.” blondie smiled, “Yes, it did give her heart burn for awhile, but Lady Penelope has given her the option, and I have offered my services where you men are concerned.
Robert clicked his tongue and winked as he swung the limo out into the street, “Sweeeeeet! I kinda liked the one you gave me at your film night. You certainly are a fuckface slut and cumbucket.” blondie almost swooned at first, then stared at him in amazement, “That wasn’t me giving you a blowjob, you moron; that was you skull fucking me into next week.’ Robert just shrugged and smiled brazenly, “I really don’t have a whole lot of experience at cock sucking, but I intend to rectify that as fast as possible; I only know what I do for Donnie.” blondie paused in thought, “Are you saying that you would rather have an old worn out dog sucker like me give you a blowjob, then a gorgeous young blonde lesbian?”
Robert nodded his head, “Please don’t take offence, but Amanda is Alex’s bag; he’s the twenty year old sex maniacs, I’m in it for the ride and scenery, not just the destination and don’t sell yourself so short, you’re not that old, and I’d certainly be interested in letting you practice on me; it’d be interesting to see just how good you really are.”
blondie blushed at the compliment, “Just how old do you think I am?”
Robert sighed, “Why do women always do that? You know that’s a load question!” blondie laughed, “It’s in our genetic makeup; we want to know if the bloke is actually taking notice of us and not our tits.” Robert chuckled, “You’re sitting here next to me naked and I’m not supposed to be taking notice of your tits?” blondie suddenly noticed they were out on the road with slight traffic going in both directions; the idea of sitting buck naked in a car in public gave rise to humiliation and her subsequent wetness; she giggled nervously, “Well this is an extraordinary situation, but that’s beside to point; I’m not letting you off the hook. How old do you think I am?”
Robert groaned, “You’re a bag of contradictions! On one hand you love being treated as a sex object, and then you do the... my eyes are up here and not on my chest mate!” blondie nodded, “I know and it confuses me as well; all I can say is; I want to be taken, not taken advantage of!” Rob nodded and thought for a while, “I must be going crazy, because that almost makes sense. Ok! I can see that head job flying out my window, but here goes. Your daughter is eighteen I believe, so that would dictate between mid thirties, to early forties, but you look to be late twenties, which seems to be a bit young, no offence; so I’ll split the difference and say, about the same age as me, thirty five?”
blondie nodded, “I’m very impressed; not only did you get to within two years of my age; you did it very diplomatically, you must be a hit with the ladies? Amanda is turning nineteen in three months, and I’ve just turned thirty three.” Robert sighed, “Not as big a hit as I would like, I’m afraid.” Then he frowned, “Ahhh wait a minute; if my calculations are correct, you would have to have been...” blondie cut in, “thirteen when I gave birth to Amanda. It’s a long story; my parents were most annoyed to say the least, if we get time I’ll tell you some day.”
Robert eyes popped wide, “Ya think? Fucken’ell, I would’ve castrated the guy!” blondie giggled, “Trust me! My father was sharpening his fishing knife, until that prick promised to marry me. Now I’m sorry he didn’t fillet him.” Robert chuckled, “I prefer my women with a little more maturity, they know what they want and how to get it; teenagers can be so psychoneurotic at times. So! Does this mean I get my headjob?”
blondie giggled, “You were always going to get your headjob, if not by me then by Mandy. I was just having a little fun, call it my foreplay.” blondie leaned over smiling, running her tongue over her lips, moistening them sensuously and started to release Robert’s cock from the confines of his trousers, “Keep your attention on the road stud; I don’t want to end up in hospital, having to explain why I had a severed cock, lodged half way down my throat. Ohhh just so you know for future reference; I was thrilled the way you face fucked the other night, I got off three times before you finished.”
Robert laughed loudly, “You got it lady; I’ll leave this one in your capable hands, but if I tell you to slow down; then you better slow down; deal?” blondie giggled, “Deal!”
She finished sliding Robert’s still soft cock and ball sack from his trousers; fondling them while looking into up into his face, with a sexy smile on hers. She lowered her head and took his slowly growing cock all the way to the base as she did all the time with Donnie; mashing her nose into his pubic hair, and started to work her mouth and tongue over his hardening member.
Robert’s cock was still soft enough to feel like a warm soft rubbery sausage. Running her tongue around and suckling, she could feel it growing, and hardening, but kept her lips at the base relishing the feeling of a quickly growing organ. Robert groaned in pleasure, as he ran his fingers through her hair and felt his cock push into the her throat; blondie could still breathe through her nose; she coughed, but still kept sucking and started a swallowing action to coax it further down her throat, as well as to stop from gagging.
She wanted desperately to deep throat him, it gave her a particular thrill to remember some conversations she had, had with girlfriends disparaging the sort of sluts and whores that would do just that. She felt her head being pushed back as his cock got jammed in the back of her mouth; patting Robert’s hand she motioned him to hold her head down, and swallowed furiously.
Robert was lost in the glorious sensations emanating from his groin and took a few seconds to understand what the cockslut wanted, before he pushed hard to keep her head down. blondie extended her tongue out of her mouth to give as much room as she could for the ever growing rod, and tried licking his balls, still while swallowed harder; she was rewarded for her efforts when the mammoth muscle slid into her throat while she snorted through her nose for air.
In seconds her breathing came to a halt as her throat filled with man meat and block her airways; he was at full mast by now, but still she kept swallowing; working her throat muscles in an attempt to milk his slug dry. blondie had been in the swim team at school and could hold her breath for quite some time, but eventually even she had to concede that she needed to breathe. Robert was having trouble keeping the big limo in its lane; he sorely wanted to blow his load, but thought about what blondie had said, and decided that keeping his concentration and cock was the better idea; he felt her start to tremble and waited for her to slide her mouth off his cock.
He had, had no pressure on her head since he felt the glorious sensation of it slipping down into her gullet; blondie kept trying to slam her face harder on Robert pubic bone, and grabbing desperately onto his thighs, digging her nails into his legs in an attempt to keep her head down still working her throat over his meat. Robert finally couldn’t take anymore punishment as he felt her claws digging into him, “This bitch is trying to commit suicide!”
Robert grabbed her by the hair and ripped her off his cock; blondie came up gasping and spluttering, and for the first time in what seemed like hours, breathing hard; gulping air in to replenish her depleted oxygen supplies, and stop from losing her lunch.
Robert held her by the hair at arm’s length as though she were a feral cat ready to scratch and bite, “What the fuck do you think you were doing? Trying to commit Hara-kiri?” blondie hung by her hair feeling weak, coughing up phlegm, with mucus running out of her nose, “Ohhh god!” She sniffed and crocked, “That was so intense! I have never done that before.” Robert rolled his eyes as he let go and went back to concentrating on the road ahead, “Another minute or two and you wouldn’t have been around to try it again either.” He shook his head in amazement, “I suppose it was a first for me as well,” he chuckled, “I’ve never had to drag a woman off my cock before; most times they’re pushing me away, not trying to eat me.”
blondie sat back in her seat still trying to recover. “I honestly don’t know what came over me; I couldn’t bring myself to let go. I sometimes let Donnie fuck my face, but he’s more thick than long, and just expands in my mouth just prior to cumming; I feel like I have one of those inflatable gags in; he can still drag his cock out, but my teeth hurts him, so I hold him steady; where yours lengthened, and block my airways; I can still breathe with Donnie until his knot goes down.”
Robert changed lanes, “I’ve met some pretty degenerate cock whores before but you take the cake lady, hands down!” blondie felt her face heat up and cunt contract, moistening considerable; she pouted, “Don’t you like me anymore?” Robert laughed, “You’re not a vampire are you?” blondie giggled, “With a suntan like mine; I don’t think so! Did I scare you?”
“No; not at all, you’re the sort of women I could spend the rest of my life with. Cocksucking cumbuckets, not vampires! How about you go easy until I get you home; then I’ll give you and good night cocktail.” blondie smiled and went back to gently suckling and licking his cock. Robert stroked her hair, “There now! Isn’t that better?” He leaned back in his seat to enjoy the ride.
A man was sitting at a set of lights, painfully listening to his wife nag on about the garage he’d been asked to clean out, “You know my sister is moving and she needs to store some of her furniture; you’ve had three...” He zoned out as hen pecked husbands are prone to do, when a big black limo pulled up beside him; the chauffer was smiling. He thought to himself, “You can fuckin smile! You don’t have to put up with a nagging bitch like mine.” The chauffeur looked across to him, nodded and tipped his cap and looked to say something to what appeared to be his feet. Just as the lights turned green a blonde popped her head up from chauffeur’s lap with slobber slowly rolling from her chin; much to the surprise of the hen pecked husband, “You lowlife fucking cock sucking whore!” He exclaimed in surprise. Which got him an avalanche of punches on the arm by his irate wife, “Don’t you dare swear at me; Reginald Hammond!”
~...~
blondie was sitting in her compound idling munching on dog kibble, thinking about her late night cocktail. It was a good night, she’d almost had an orgasm at being caught sucking cock by a couple at the lights; Robert had finally flooded her mouth with a generous amount of cum when she finished his blowjob in her very own driveway. It was only when he turned the headlights on at the last minute laughing like an idiot, and caught her in the process of opening the front door totally naked, with cum and drool covering her face and tits that she wished she’d bitten his cock, “Maybe next time?” She came on the floor just inside the door from the sheer embarrassment.
Amanda walked out on the patio, “Good morning mum!” blondie raised a brow, “You sound chirpy.” Mandy smiled as she searched in her handbag for her keys, “Yes well; that’s what finally having a job will do for a girl.” blondie giggled, “You seem to be revelling in this servitude of yours?” Mandy giggled, “It’s not all that unpleasant; especially since you took care of Robert.” blondie blushed, “You heard about that?”
Mandy burst out laughing, “Robert took great delight in telling me about the entire trip home, giving me every sordid detail and how he’s now an inch long, thanks my dear old darling mother.” blondie held her breath, wondering if she will ever be able to get over her fetish for humiliation. “I have decided that you can take care of Rob and John, and Daniel if you think you your jaw can handle him; Sam has already said she be interested in having another crack at him if I can help her with some stretching exercises and get her arse back into shape. I’m still thinking on that one.”
blondie sighed, “That woman will be having loss of bowel control if she’s not careful; what about Alex?” Amanda grinned wickedly, “You leave that little fucker to me!”
blondie blinked, “You’re not going to give service to him?”
Amanda was serious, “Yeah! I have to whether I like it or not; it’s in my contract and I always fulfil my duties; only he’s going to regret asking exclusively for me. He’ll be thinking dipping her dick in a fishbowl full of piranha will be more exciting by the time I get through with him.” blondie was stunned, “You don’t want to put him in hospital.” Amanda shook her head, “No, nothing as drastic as that, but I really have no idea what I’m doing when it come to giving head to a male; I also have no idea why he would want an inexperienced woman to give him a blowjob. Rob told me he preferred his companions to be atleast a little enthusiastic; it’s why he was so impressed with you.”
“He told me what Alex’s been saying to all the guys. Apparently he’s told Robert and John that they can have that old dogslut.” blondie felt heated anger rise to the surface like a volcano, “That little fucker!” Amanda consoled her, “I wouldn’t let near you with a forty foot barge poll. He wants to show me how real women should act; I’ll show him just how a lesbian likes to suck. I’m just hoping Lady Penelope will back me up. Alex will be dealing with my sandpaper mouth or nothing. And I’m almost positive Rob and John will just love rubbing it in.”
blondie laughed, “You’re an evil witch, Amanda.” Mandy nodded as she chuckled, “An evil lesbian witch; I’m sure Alex will be agreeing with us both over that one. One more thing before I go, Sammy is upstairs, and a bit strung out and up tight, you know with the move and everything; if you could see your way clear to go up and check on her from time to time; we had a very minor falling out this morning. I’d really appreciate it; also you and I are going in to Lady Penelope’s to take care of the boys tomorrow; John is looking forward to your ministrations; he’s been milking Rob for all the juicy details.”
blondie felt a little embarrassed and at the same time pleased with being discussed like a slab of sex meat among those two boys. She assured Mandy she would look in on Sammy as soon as she finished her breakfast, “No worries, but I thought you were taking care of her now?” Amanda called over her should, “Yeah I am; she just needs someone to talk too.”
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blondie took a half an hour before she went to check on Sam; she called out as she went inside, “Sam? Where are you?” blondie heard a muffled sound coming from up stairs, “Ahhh; upstairs doing some packing?” blondie didn’t understand why she would be worried about the move, or how bad their falling out was. She walked down the hall to the front rooms where all the boxes were being pack for the upstairs items, “Sam; you in here?” She enter a room, but no Sam, “Damn, where is that girl?” She raised her voice, “Sam?”
She heard a sound from the other end of the hall, “Ohhh she must be in their bedroom.” She thought.
The door was closed, so blondie knocked, Samantha! May I come in?” blondie heard some groaning and a muffled grunt. She then got a little worried, and opened the door.
blondie stopped dead in her tracks in stunned amazement. What met her was Sam naked as the day she was born, with her back to the door, Her arms were bound in a reversed prayer, her wrists secured to a wide collar, and a buckle and strap that went around under her ears to her face, her hair was tied up with cord to an eyebolt in the ceiling, a chain loosely running from a lock on her collar up to, and lock to the same eyebolt, as well as two more cords running from that very same bolt and disappearing down in front of her. With her legs tied three feet apart with more cords running along the floor to two more eyebolts on either wall and her huge butt plug bulging from her arse, blondie thought, “The poor girl wasn’t going anywhere in a hurry, “Fuck me dead! What on earth has Mandy done to you?”
Sam only grunted and tried to turn her head; that’s when blondie saw appearing in her mouth, a shiny red ball held in by the leather straps around her head. blondie walked quickly around in front of Sam, and noticed her nipple springs were attached to the cords running up to the ceiling, and pulled taut, she was trying to stay on tiptoes to keep the pressure off. What took her breath away was the note securely pinned through the now exposed underside of her right breast. Sammy was motioning with her eyes to the note.
blondie eased the pin out and read the note out loud.
Hey mum,
I suppose by now you’re wondering why Sam is
trussed up like a Christmas ham. Well I’ll leave
it to Sammy to explain everything.
Sam rolled her eyes, and blondie scratched her head.
Needless to say that she’s probably drooling
all down her gorgeous body and feeling a little
thirsty by now. Although I did manage to force
her to drink two litres of water before I left.
blondie looked at Sam, “Is she joking?” Sam tried to shake her head, but winced as her breast swayed, causing the cords to pull on her nipples.
You can take her ball gag out and give her a drink
if she needs it, but don’t untie her, she needs time to
contemplate a more contrite attitude adjustment and
she’s probably feeling quite comfy as she is anyway.
I’ll be home in a couple of hours, to see to her myself.
blondie smiled, “You been a baaaad girly have you?” Sam tried nodding and looked sad although it was hard to tell behind the ball gag, she made a noise through her nose as though she was sighing.
Your loving and gentle daughter,
Amanda
PS. the remote to the egg is on the dresser!
blondie laughed, “I like the comment; gentle and loving! If this is the result of a minor falling out, then I don’t want to know what a real row will produce.”
Sam saw a wicked smile cross blondie’s face and her eyes opened up wide as blondie felt between her pussy lips and giggled, “Ohhh dear! Now don’t that just sux! I’m sure you said something a while ago about this; now what was it?”
blondie mused and went over to the dresser to retrieve the remote; Sam started whimpering even more and shaking her head violently, “That’s right! You’re the one who bought this evil implement of clitoral destruction, and advised Mandy to try it out, just to make sure the victim understood where she stood. And it worked a treat, let me tell you! Would you like to find out just how effective it really is?” blondie was feeling even better now that Sam was trying desperately to look as contrite as she could behind her gag, which again was next to impossible, so just whimpered pathetically, “Here let me give you and hand with that gag, I think I’d like to hear a little contrite conversation from you, myself.”
blondie undid the buckles holding Sam’s ball gag and eased it out, “There you go! Now what is this all about?”
Sam groaned as she worked her aching jaw, “Ohhh god! That’s a fucking big gag; I think my eyes were bigger than my mouth when I bought that one.”
blondie grinned, looking at her hanging from the hook, “That’s debatable! By the looks of it your mouth got you where you are now.” Sam giggled, “Yep; your right!”
blondie folded her arms across her chest as the consummate mother, “Ok young lady! Tell me why you’re sister trussed up like a turkey on thanksgiving. And don’t you dare lie to me, or I’ll have to get the cane out and teach you some manners.” Sam pouted, “It wasn’t my fault mum; she just can’t take a joke!”
blondie raised her eyebrow, “What exactly did she say for you to joke about?”
Sammy hesitated, “Well! You see; Mandy was getting dressed to go to work, you know; at Lady Penelope’s and she put on a pair of jeans; she was looking in the mirror to see if the chastity belt showed, and asked me if it made her bum look big.” blondie started to giggle, “You didn’t?” Sam shrugged, “Yeah; I kinda did!” blondie shook her head in amazement, “What did you say?”
Sammy huffed in complaint, “I said No...Not if you’re a Hippopotamus!” Sammy immediately tried to qualify her reply, “Well I thought it was funny!”
blondie threw her hands up in the air, “Mandy obviously didn’t! You know she’s all strung out with the belt. You stupid, stupid girl, and then you naively go and let her tie you up?”
Sam looked sheepish, “Well no...I was already tied up at the time; she just made it more restrictive and tormenting.” blondie stared dumbfounded, “And you call me a dumb bitch! That would have to be the dumbest thing I have ever heard; beats me hands down! Now I know you go looking for reason to get tortured, but that is ridiculous!” Sam sighed, “Yeah; I know! It’s pretty stupid when I think back on it.” Then she giggled, “Next time I’ll make sure I got me roller skates on and a rocket pack, with clear access to the front door!”
Both women were laughing when all of a sudden Sam got serious, “Ahhh mum; can you do me a favour? With all that water Mandy poured down my throat, I really need to pee, and I’m not in any position to go trotting off to the toilet.”
blondie thought back to the day she was laid up in bed and what Sam had done for her. She had thought it disgusting at the time, but like everything she came across; she found it hard to ignore. She still found it vile, but only now it fitted with her fantasy of being a lowlife cunt; the thought of being a urinal made her cunt squelch slime.
blondie knelt in front of Sam’ “You really need to pee badly?” Sam tried to nod, “Ohhh god yeah! Can you bring me a basin or jug?” blondie smiled wickedly, “If you need to go that bad, then I don’t have time to go looking for a bowl, you’ll pee yourself before I get back and I’ll have to clean it up off the floor; As vile as it is, I’ll just have to use my mouth!”
Sam blinked, no longer trying to look down at her, “Ummm! I don’t know if I can go now!”
blondie giggled as she lifted the remote to Sam’s level of sight, “Two choices sweet heart The same you gave me! Use my mouth as your personal urinal, or we fry your cute little clit; what’s it to be.” Sam didn’t hesitate, “Ok, Ok; let me concentrate for a minute.” blondie giggled to herself as she brought her mouth to Sam’s pussy; to help her out she started a slow licking, with an occasional suck of her entrapped clit.
Sam moaned and felt herself relax; it wasn’t long before blondie had her mouth filling with the acrid tasting pee, she gulped and swallowed to keep from throwing up, and to keep up with the flow as the stench infiltrated her nose. At one stage her mouth overflowed and ran down her chin onto her tits, dripping off and pooling on the floor; she pushed her face harder into Sam cunt and suck furiously to catch up. It wasn’t long before the flow lessened and finally came to a stop; she licked the last remaining drops off Sam’s pussy lips as she sighed in relief.
She had done it; she had turned herself into a bona-fide urinal. Slipping her hand down her piss wet body, coming to her cunt and found it slick with her slime and Sam’s piss. It only took half a dozen swipes of her fingers to bring her to orgasm; falling down, twitching and jerking in the pool of piss, like some sort of degenerate pissmop.
Sam was laughing as blondie regained her senses, “I don’t know who got more relief out of that; you or me.” blondie was now sitting on the floor, “Woow, you’re right! Not as bad as I first thought it’d be. I think I could get use to this.” Sam giggled, “You’re becoming a real toilet; sucking shit off butt plugs, and drinking piss like you’re dying of thirst.”
blondie got up after licking the rest of the spillage off the floor, “You’re not really smart for a Uni student; are you? I keep telling you; there was no shit on the plug, just arse jelly and now you insult me for helping you out of a stressful situation.”
blondie held up the remote, “Looks like you need a little attitude adjustment; holding it front of Sammy, with her thumb poised over the button. Sammy’s eyes went from smiling to bulging, “Ohhh no...Please don’t do that, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again mum.”
Samantha dearly want to try the egg, especially when she saw what it did to blondie; but like everything she had done to herself or had Mandy do, she was nervous. Like the ball gag and butt plug, her eyes were invariably bigger than whatever she intended to use them on, so now the crunch was here she wasn’t so sure, “I’ve changed my mind about the egg mum, please don’t!”
blondie sighed, “What was it you said to me on the film night? Too bad; So sad?” She pushed the red button. Sammy screamed and convulsed; her legs gave way as she tried to curl up into a foetal ball, only her hair stopping her from dropping too far; just far enough to put tremendous stress on her already tender nipples. Amanda had been tormenting her all morning, so she was more than ready to have an orgasm. Sam’s eyes rolled up into her head as she shook from the orgasm racing through her body; her clit felt like someone shoved a white hot needle through it. blondie just stood back and watched nervously, hoping that Sammy was alright.
When Sam recovered, she apologised profusely, “Ohhh god! I’m so sorry mum, I should have tried that myself, before I made Mandy use it on you; that was almost more than I could take, and I’m a pain slut. Boy; that didn’t just send me over the edge; I was shot out of a cannon!” blondie giggled, “Thank you for your apology; it’s accepted. Will you be right until Mandy get home?”
Sam nodded, “Like the note said; I’m feeling rather comfy; well I was until you Bar-B-Q’d my clit.” blondie giggled, and went over the to the note she’s left on the dresser, and scribbled a reply on the back of it; then came back and pinned it to Sam’s left tit. Sam cried out, “Owwww, for fucksake; doesn’t anyone use the fridge door anymore?” blondie flick the cords to Sam’s nipple, eliciting more squeals from her, “Now I think you need to go back to dwelling on your inappropriate sense of humour my darling daughter, and what you’re going to say to your sister when she gets home.”
Before Sam had time to argue; blondie re-inserted her gag and tightened it one notch more; dragging it further into Sam mouth, “I’ll take this little devise with me; we wouldn’t want someone to getting hold of it and giving you orgasms; now would we?” Sam wasn’t sure what blondie was meaning, but she felt a wave of dread flow over her. blondie kissed her on the cheek, “I’ll come and check on you every now again.”
blondie walk through the lounge to the kitchen, thinking to herself, “I wonder what sort of range this thing has?” She pushed the button, and immediately she heard a stifled scream from up stairs, “Hmmm, not bad! That answers that question.” She went outside to see Donnie prancing around, wondering why there was all this commotion going on. She slowly walked him down to the back gate idly chatting to him, “It ok my lover, I wasn’t the one getting hurt; and Sam is doing just fine; you see this little gadget, it tells me if she still alive. Donnie looked as if to inspect the object in her hand as blondie got back to tending the garden, and chatted with Donnie as he milling around chasing lizards.
It was a half hour later when they both stopped what they were doing and looked to the bedroom window confused, as another stifled scream rang out; then they both looked back to each other; blondie spotted the remote on the ground an inch from Donnie’s front paw and started smiling, “Donnie, You bad boy!” Donnie barked, and blondie took it to mean, “What did I do?!” blondie’s smile turned a giggle, “Ohhh... my... god! That thing has got one hell of a range. Now I’m really impressive!” Picking up the remote she mused, “There is one good thing to come out of this. She’s still alive and kicking!”
To be continued...
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