Acquisition 34/38 (BDSM, NC, VOY, HUM, FF, M+/F)
by Headhunter
The man with the thick cock gave Pam two mind shattering orgasms before he shot
a searing load of stringy cum into her very receptive pussy, an amazingly
sensual hole that seemed to milk his cock as it swelled in climax.
After his soft but slimy flesh was cleaned by Pam's mouth, the man was dismissed
from the room by Bess. She had spent the entire time sitting quietly, watching
her possession enjoy herself. Bess was feeling the rush of controlling someone
so completely that they would do whatever she told them. The two women spent
some time fixing Pam's makeup and re-dressing the housewife again. Hand-in-hand
the neighbors went back to the restaurant. Bess glanced at her watch and
thought, "It is only 9:30. The night is just beginning." Bess smiled broadly at
Pam who smiled back sheepishly. "Well at least she got her edge off with that
one," Bess thought to herself, as she checked Pam one last time for wrinkles or
smeared make-up.
Back in the restaurant the two women finished their salads. The young waiter
hovered at the table every chance he got and Bess rewarded him by having Pam
lean forward and give him a view down her dress. Her cherry nipples could be
easily seen by the waiter and many of the people seated nearby. The waiter's
obvious hard-on couldn't be missed by the two women who giggled every time he
walked away. Pam didn't hesitate to exhibit herself when instructed by Bess and
she laughed about it with her owner afterwards. "She sure has lost her
inhibitions," Bess thought as she looked across the table at her creation.
"Pet, you look so beautiful tonight, even after fucking two strangers. Aren't
you glad we were so careful about keeping your dress nice and fixing your
make-up?"
"Yes, Miss Bess."
"You enjoyed it, didn't you Pet?"
"Umm... I...," Pam stammered and her eyes filled.
"Oh, stop it Pet. You loved it. Face it, you are gorgeous, and fucking is what
you do best. That's what you are good for after all, looking nice and giving me,
and whomever else I want, pleasure."
"But... my... family... I... this isn't..."
"Pet, you are hopelessly and irretrievably a slut now. You know it, I know it
and all of those cocks you have been fucking and sucking know it. But I guess
I'll have to prove it to you one more time."
"Miss Bess...."
"Shut up and listen. You have finished your salad and that's all you are going
to eat tonight. We don't want you to put back on any of those pounds we worked
so hard to get off. So while I have my main course I want you to pick out a man
at the bar and take him to the room and fuck him silly. You are going to make
another man's night Pet." Bess handed her the key to the hotel room that the
first men of the evening had rented.
"Go on, get up and find a man. I'm not going with you this time. You are going
to do it all by yourself for a change. No more 'Miss Bess was there', 'Miss Bess
had me do it'. You go, pick out a man and fuck his brains out Pet. Go on, you
know you want to. Go get yourself fucked," then sardonically Bess added, "Mrs.
Pam Henderson. When you are finished come back here and tell me about it. I'll
be waiting."
It was the first time Bess had called her anything but 'Pet' in weeks. It was
like a slap of reality to the housewife. Her eyes filled and she felt shame,
but her need and her training overcame all of the other emotions and ingrained
morals. Inexplicably, unable to help herself, Pam found herself rising from the
table. In her slinky form-fitting dress and high heels, she moved like a robot
towards the bar, clutching the hotel key in her hand.
The housewife didn't know what to do. As she approached the bar every man turned
to look at her. Pam could see the hunger in their eyes. Their desire. They all
wanted her. But what should she do, "Miss Bess always took care of these
things," Pam thought, "how do I do this?"
Pam approached the closest man. He was young, maybe 25, but very well dressed.
"I...Umm... Hello...I..." Pam was flustered her tongue felt swollen in her
mouth.
The young man could see the beautiful older woman who walked up to him visibly
shaking. "Can I help you Ma'am? Are you OK," he asked?
"I... FFF.....FFFUUUU....FFUUUCCCCKKK," was all Pam could get out.
"Excuse me what did you say. It sounded like, FUCK."
"Yesssss.....,"Pam grasped the young man's arm. Touching him feeling his
strength Pam was able to look at his face and force out the words, "fuck me."
As she did she felt her pussy contract and knew that she wanted this.
The young man stood in shock, "What... I... hell yes. Let's go." Amid the quiet
cheers and comments from the other men at the bar, Pam walked on unsteady legs
past a grinning Bess, and out of the restaurant. The young man placed an arm
protectively around her as if she were a prize that he had won in some cosmic
lottery.
Bess ordered her meal and ate slowly, imagining her married neighbor riding the
young man in the hotel room. "Would he play with her big tits while she bounced
up and down on his youthful cock? Maybe Pam would lick his hairy balls and
swallow his sweet tasting cum. Well she would find out soon enough. She just
hoped that Pam would remember to hang up her dress. Bess had the make-up in her
purse. She hadn't let Pam carry a purse, so she knew that they would have to
repair her make-up later. But the housewife re-entering the restaurant with a
just fucked look on her face would be quite a show for all the diners." Bess
smiled to herself, she would enjoy that little further humiliation of Pam.
"Everyone in the restaurant would know exactly what the beautiful voluptuous
middle-aged housewife had been doing with that younger man. Everyone in the
restaurant would look at her and know that she was a slut. A beautiful, elegant
one, but a slut nonetheless."
As Bess was finishing her main course she spied Pam walking slowly in the door.
She looked a mess. "Damn her," Bess thought, "it looks like she threw the dress
on the floor or maybe she didn't even take it off. Shit, she was so anxious she
probably just bunched it around her waist so the man could stick his prick into
her as fast as possible."
As she got closer she could see the smeared make-up. "Sit down Pet, you are a
mess. Don't you even care what you look like? I work so hard to make you look
good and then you come walking in here looking like a sleazy whore."
Pam gently lowered herself into the chair. She had a far away look in her eyes.
"What the hell happened to you," Bess demanded?
"I... ummm... he was very strong. I... I mean... I..., finally Pam blurted it
out, "he held me down.... I liked that Miss Bess.... He just held me face down,
pulled up my dress and...and..."
"And what Pet?" "He did it to me in my bottom," Pam said in a whisper.
"He fucked you in the ass?" Bess laughed out loud.
"Yes Miss Bess, he fucked me in my ass and I liked it." Tears of shame rolled
down Pam's face causing further damage to her make-up.
"Well you proved my point Pet. You have sucked, fucked and had your ass plugged
in the space of two hours. But what makes my point more than anything is that
fact that this wasn't a gang-bang. This wasn't three men using you at the same
time like the other night. You were dressed beautifully in a nice restaurant,
you went with one man, came back to the restaurant made a decision to go with
another man and even a third. It wasn't wham-bang-thank-you ma'am. You went and
had sex three times with three different men, one-at-a-time. All very
deliberate, for your own fulfillment and satisfaction. You weren't used Pet, you
used those three hard cocks for your own enjoyment. You truly are a sex loving
uncontrolled slut. I like you this way. Now the fun is really going to start."
Pam knew it was all true. What had happened to her? What had happened to the
housewife, mother and teacher that had the wonderful suburban life? Was she
still that person?
"Let's go to the restroom and clean you up. Then its' off to 'Milton's' again
tonight. Jake and Scotty will be there. Jake said there was going to be a party
in the back room and he especially asked if I would bring you to it." Bess rose
from the table and taking Pam's arm pulled her towards the bathroom. Pam's mood
brightened at the though of seeing Scotty. She had missed talking to him and his
special friendship over the last few weeks. He was the one person who really
seemed to understand her.
The women's exit from the restaurant was just as spectacular as their entrance.
The dress was still wrinkled, but Bess had managed to fix Pam's make-up so she
was presentable. The drive to the 'after hours' club took only a few minutes.
The same muscular black doorman that was on guard their last visit held open the
door and said, "Jake told me to keep my eye out for you two this evening. Have a
good time at 'Milton's' tonight. Maybe I'll see you later inside after my shift
out here is over."
Bess checked her watch as they entered the dark club. "A few minutes after
11:00, things would start hopping pretty soon at the club," Bess thought to
herself as she steered Pam through the crowd looking for a table. The club was
very crowded tonight and the revelers were in full swing. The music was heavy
with a driving base sound and both men and woman danced with frenetic energy.
The dark and disturbing motif of the warehouse gave the entire club a surreal
feel. In one corner the young head-bangers were smashing their bodies into each
other. In another corner the elegant uptown crowd drank and eyed each other's
wives with envy and lust, looking sharp in their designer clothes. At the far
side the leather crowd huddled together. Small pockets of others mingled with
singles and doubles here and there. It was an eclectic group.
The two women could smell sickly sweet marijuana in the smoky air and they saw
several small mirrors on table tops covered with tell-tale white crystals. Yes,
it was an eclectic group, but they had one thing in common, they liked to party,
whatever form that partying took.
Bess couldn't find an empty table. So she steered an open mouthed Pam to an area
between the uptown yuppies and the leather bound crowd. She was careful to give
the headbangers a wide berth, she didn't want Pam, or herself for that matter,
to get sucked into that frenzy. You could get really hurt in that crowd. Of
course, Bess thought it might be fun for her to 'punch out' a few of them. She
knew that she was stronger than all the women and most of the men, but she
wasn't really dressed for a fight and she had to worry about Pam.
Her concerns were prophetic. An uptown yuppie woman who looked to be about 30,
wearing a beautiful designer dress, walked too close to the scruffy group on her
way to the bar. Somehow she stumbled and bumped into the back of a fat punk
rocker with chains on his leather jacket. Before she could open her mouth the
woman was grabbed. She quickly disappeared into the mass of slamming bodies. If
there were screams you couldn't hear them over the music and the roar of the
punk rockers. Bess tried to keep her eyes at the point where the woman had
disappeared behind the denim and leather clothed group. But the brightly colored
hair and the frenzy of the bodies smashing into each other made it impossible.
She did see what looked like a scrap of material fly briefly above the heads of
the crowd.
"Shit, I hope she doesn't get stomped to death in there. You stay far away from
that crowd Pet," Bess instructed. Pam nodded her emphatic agreement.
Bess kept her eyes on the crowd and noticed that another in a long line of crowd
surfers was now being carried on the sea of dirty hands of the headbangers. It
was the woman She was bleeding from a cut on her forehead and her clothes were
being ripped from her body. She was quickly naked and Bess could see her tits
being squeezed unmercifully and fingers roughly probing her cunt and ass. Then
she disappeared into the crowd once again. Later that night Jake's clean-up
crew would find the woman unconscious under the front of the stage. She had been
repeatedly raped and although she didn't know it yet, she had contracted several
nasty illnesses from being fucked without protection and the dirty needles that
had been stuck into various sensitive parts of her body. She would also have
several scars. But at least she hadn't been branded. One of the headbangers had
wanted to heat up a coat hanger and write his name across her tits. But cooler
heads prevailed and the poor woman was finally left unconscious under the stage
and quickly forgotten by the drugged-out crowd.
As for Pam and Bess, it was not long before Scotty showed up. Pam was happy but
surprised to see him in what looked like a leather gladiator's outfit. He had
been sent by Jake to get the Dom's and Sub's into the backroom. His party was
about to start. Scotty had hoped that Pam wouldn't be here, and his concern for
her showed on his boyish face. Pam couldn't understand why he didn't look happy
to see her. Actually, Scotty was happy to see the housewife, but just not here,
right now. He knew that the situation was out of his hands. He looked sadly at
Pam and gave her a quick hug. It was Bess and Jake who decided what the night
would bring for them both.
"Let's go to a party, Pet."
Many of the leather crowd and a few of the yuppies moved en mass down the
hallway to the door at end. It was the room that Pam and Bess had seen on the
tour the last time they had visited the club. Pam followed Bess filled with
apprehension. Sensing her tentativeness, Bess decided it was time for some
forcefulness on her part. "Pet, I expect you to do exactly what I say. DO YOU
UNDERSTAND!"
"Yes Miss, Bess." Pam was actually relieved that Bess was taking charge of the
situation.
Several of the experienced Dom's that were walking close by heard the exchange
and looked over the blond middle-aged woman in their midst. Most of them
thought, "fresh meat," and hoped that they "would have a chance to 'play' with
the obviously novice sub."
Inside the door Bess was greeted by Jake, who wore black boots, pants and shirt.
The shirt was open to mid-chest exposing his powerful and hairy torso. "I'm so
glad you brought Mrs. Henderson, Bess. I've though a lot about her since the
time we spent together at your house," his deep voice commented. Pam was
mesmerized by his powerful presence and blushed at the memories of her first
extramarital fuck with this man.
He continued, "I'm sure that she will have a good time tonight." He smiled a
disarming smile at Pam, but there was a hint of danger behind his flashing eyes.
"Look around and after I see that the party gets started well, I'll be back to
spend some time with you two beautiful women." Bess beamed at his compliment.
Jake leaned over and whispered in Bess' ear, "Keep your Pet close or one of
these Dom's will try to steal her away." Bess smiled at Jake, "I will, but I
intend for Pet to have an extraordinary experience." Jake smiled, "well that's
up to you, but I want first crack at her and then I'm sure that you will have
plenty of volunteers for her further training." Bess replied, "good, but don't
forget you promised me some time tonight if I brought her along." Jake laughed,
"don't worry Bess I promise to save a little for you." Then he was off moving
through the room and talking with guests.
At first it looked like any normal party. Groups of people standing and talking.
The only difference was some of the guests attire looked different. There was
some nudity, and if you looked closely you could see some leather collars on
some people and leather cuffs on some arms and legs. Bess led Pam to the bar and
ordered them each a drink. A bare-chested bartender was quick and efficient and
the two women soon found themselves moving about the room. Subtly the party
began to change. There was an electricity in the air. Pam noticed that some of
the men and women were being led around the room by leashes attached to collars.
She saw a man, naked except for a leather g-string kneeling at a fat woman's
feet holding an ashtray for her to use.
Suddenly Pam heard a loud crack and the crowd moved towards a corner where the
noise came from. Bess and Pam made their way to the side where they could see
what was going on. The sight that greeted Pam took her breath away and she felt
her belly tighten. Bess grinned at her, "do you like that Pet?"
Pam didn't respond, she stood open-mouthed her chest rising and falling rapidly.
But Bess saw that Pam's nipples were hard and poked at the front of her dress.
"Yes, Pet likes that," she thought, "Pet would like to be that woman there.
Hanging naked from chains, being slapped on the ass with a leather strap by a
bare-chested Dom, while another leather clad man slowly worked an impossibly
long dildo into her cunt. Pet can see herself right there, while a crowd a
people watches her writhe in delicious pain and pleasure."
The dildo was finally fully inserted and the crowd murmured its approval each
time the leather struck the tender ass flesh of the hanging woman.
That loosened everyone up. It was as if a damn had broken. Scenes like Pam had
never imagined began to be played out all around them. The air crackled with
sexual energy and the energy of people giving up their bodies and souls to
others. Giving themselves away for amusement and the delicious feelings that
they would experience.
A large naked man approached Bess. He kneeled at her feet and spoke, "My
Mistress asks if you and your Sub would like to join us at the whipping post?"
Bess responded, "Not now, but maybe later." The man looked with longing at Pam,
then rose to his feet. As he turned and walked back to the woman who sent him,
Pam couldn't help but watch his semi-hard cock bound and sway as he walked. Bess
laughed at her, "Never met a cock you didn't like, huh Pet?" Pam blushed in
shame and excitement. "Well it looks like there are lots of cocks on display
now Pet. Let's see some more."
Pam felt as if she we in a room full of people who knew a secret and she wasn't
in on the joke. She heard snatches of conversations with words like 'Dom' and
'Sub'. Other conversations included; 'erotic power exchange', 'hard play' and
'24/7 slave.' There were some words she understood very well; tits, ass, cunt
and cock. With an occasional reference to whips and dildos thrown in for good
measure. As the housewife glanced around large dark room a variety of activities
were taking place, and as Bess promised there were a lot of hard cocks to be
seen. Pam never knew there could be such a variety. Short cocks, long cocks, fat
cocks, skinny cocks. Some were straight some had curves. Others had foreskins
and some were circumcised. But what most amazed her were the ones that were tied
with rope and bulged in torture. There were even some that wore brightly colored
condoms. The condoms were adorned with bumps and studs to ensure incredible
stimulation inside whomever they were thrust.
Around the room whips and paddles were being used on both men and women. In the
center of the room a petite well-groomed redhead was being strapped down on a
large heavy wooden X. Her arms and legs locked with cuffs at the ends of each
arm. She was one of the yuppies Pam and Bess had seen earlier. The woman cried
and moaned in fear and pleasure, as two leather clad men ripped her expensive
designer dress from her body. A man dressed like he had just come from the golf
course stood by and excitedly encouraged the large bearded men "to use his wife
like the whore she was." The wooden device was parallel to the floor at just
below waist height and the X nature of the design made it easy to approach the
woman from any direction.
"It looks like the uptown rich people like to get down and dirty sometimes Pet,"
Bess commented.
Jake appeared at the women's side and asked, "How do you like my little party?"
"This is incredible Jake," Bess responded. Pam stood mute unable to look away
from the woman restrained on the cross. The two burly Dom's had dropped their
pants and approach the redhead from opposite ends. Two large dirty cocks were
each rammed home, in her mouth and pussy, while the husband chanted,
"go...go...go...fuck her." He fumbled with his designer pants, pulled out his
cock and masturbated in time with the men who were pumping mercilessly in and
out of his wife.
Jake looked up at Pam and laughed, "that's Jim Green and his wife from 1st
National Bank. He likes to see her used...and she has rape fantasies. It's a
marriage made in heaven. Nobody really knows who the father is of their two
kids." Pam was flushed and breathing hard. Witnessing Mrs. Green's restraint
and attack had reached the submissive core of the naive housewife. If Jake or
Bess had touched her at that moment she would have had a screaming orgasm.
Jake turned to Bess, "I have a special device over here, let's see how your Pet
likes it."
Jake led Bess and Bess led Pam to a far corner of the room. What looked like a
futuristic weight bench sat gleaming under a spot light in the dark corner.
"Do what Jake says Pet."
Jake grasped Pam's shoulders and stood her in front of the bench. Pam saw that a
small crowd of people had seen Jake and were gathering around to see what was
going on. Because it was Jake they stood a respectful distance away, but watched
with anticipation. "See how interested everyone is in you?" Jake whispered in
Pam's ear. "Now relax, I don't want you distracted by them." From somewhere Jake
produced a black sleep mask and placed it over Pam's short blond hair. In
moments her vision was cut-off. Pam tensed in fear, but Jake reassured her,
"It's OK... relax." he voice was hypnotic and Pam felt herself relax even as the
excitement in her continued to build. "Let's show everyone how beautiful you
are. Let's show them all of Bess's hard work with you."
Pam felt hands at the hem of her dress. "Lift your arms Pet," came a command
from Bess. Pam raised her arms pulling her tits taut. She felt a coolness on her
legs then ass pussy and belly. The dress was being lifted up over her head.
"My God," Pam thought in panic, "all these people will see me naked."
The dress finally cleared her shoulders and disappeared over her head. The
housewife instinctively covered herself with her arms as best she could. Her
obvious embarrassment brought a series of comments from the jaded onlookers.
This one was a real innocent they thought.
"Drop your arms Pet," the voice from Bess ordered.
"Ahhhh," was the noise from the crowd as Pam's full, red nippled tits came into
view. Her slightly rounded stomach and almost hairless pink lipped pussy were
also appreciated by the crowd.
"They think you're beautiful," Jake whispered in her ear. The thought that she
was being displayed like this thrilled the housewife and knowing that her body
was appreciated made it all the better.
"Now I am going to help you lay back on the bench." Jake's strong arms literally
carried Pam backwards and down, until her back was on the bench. Her feet were
still on the floor. This caused her red clit to pop into view and her firm
breasts to point at the ceiling with an erotic wobble to them. These sights
caused another appreciative murmur from the growing crowd. Pam felt her ankles
tied to the bench legs and her arms were also pulled back and down. Then they
were tied to the legs below her. Pam was naked except for stockings and heels.
She was blind- unaware of who was around, but she knew that many eyes were
looking at her. Looking at her most private parts. She was restrained and
couldn't do a thing, except maybe scream. But should she scream in fright or
pleasure? Even the housewife didn't know. The option of screaming soon
disappeared as she felt a soft rubber ball forced between her lips and teeth.
Stretching her mouth and preventing her from doing anything except whimper.
Jake's voice came out of the blackness, "now you will find out things about
yourself that you never knew, Mrs. Henderson. You will know what it means to
feel pleasure. Before the night is over you will be one large orgasm producing
cunt, babbling for more and more. Until you are fucked to exhaustion. But first
lets try the Mexican Jumping Bean Dildo and the Titty Suckers. They will get you
in the mood for more human partners."
