Reluctant Rebecca

Reluctant Rebecca

Chapter 10

By Xspy4u

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Rebecca’s body still hummed from orgasm. It made it difficult to think straight, difficult to make sense of what had happened to her. Years of sexual manipulation made it impossible for Rebecca to see the situation as anything but her own fault. In her mind, the black women that surrounded her had only wanted to ensure their own safety. Rebecca had no frame of reference to understand that in truth these women wanted to ravage her naked body. She had no resource to explain that anyone in her situation would have the same physical response. Instead, Rebecca felt humiliated by her supposed lack of sexual control. In her view, their actions were innocent, while her responses were unnatural. On a deeper level, she struggled with the fact that the humiliation and the manipulations felt wonderful and that she enjoyed the sensation of her orgasms.

Consequently, it did not seem strange that she was naked in a public laundry, surrounded by a group of black women. Her wrists were fastened to a wooden pole by two leather cuffs. The girl Vanessa stroked and squeezed Rebecca’s breasts and each time the dark hands passed over Rebecca’s nipples she felt a light quiver in her belly.

“Ms Harriet,” Tiffany asked, “how do you want her for the spanking?”

The older black woman contemplated the question as her eyes scanned the laundry mat for possible options. When she spotted one, she smiled.

“Let’s get her up on one of those Folding tables,” she instructed the group.

The Folding tables were placed at stations around the room. In the aisle where the group stood, one divided the washing machines halfway down the row. Vanessa and Tiffany pushed Rebecca towards it. The table stood at about mid drift and Rebecca silently groaned when she realized that when she was on the table her privates would be at chest height for the women.

“Go ahead and get up there girl,” Ms Harriet said.

Rebecca had no idea how she could manage the climb with her arms tied out at shoulder height.

“I -I can’t,” she said.

“Sure ya can,” Vanessa said and slapped Rebecca’s ass. “Just lie on the table and shimmy on up.”

The women all laughed.

Rebecca considered the table for a moment and then bent as far over it as possible. She tried to reach the far edge with her secured hands to gain some leverage. She stood on her toes to get a few more inches but it was no use.

“Come on, Bambi; lift your leg up on that table.”

Rebecca brought her right leg up and her knee found the table.

“Shit look at the whore, all spread out giving us an eyeful of that pretty pussy.”

Embarrassed, Rebecca struggled to pull herself onto the table. Without the use of her hands, it proved impossible. Each time she tried, her knee slipped off and she fell face first onto the table.

“Well,” Ms. Harriet said, “we can start here and see if she can control herself.”

Rebecca was relieved, as all she had accomplished from her efforts was to break out in a light perspiration. Now that she had stopped exerting herself, the air condition blew across her body and she felt goose bumps rise.

“No, no, put that leg back up on the table Bambi,” Vanessa yelled.

Rebecca did as she was told even though it left her pussy exposed to the cool air.

“Tiffany,” Ms. Harriet said, “You hold that leg of hers in place.”

Tiffany sat up on the table and took hold of Rebecca’s leg so that it could not slip off when the spanking started.

“Now remember, you get a spanking and if you don’t cum we will let you go in back and wait on your laundry. But if you do cum, then we move onto the next test.”

Rebecca nodded. She tried to remain as upright as possible but the angle tired her lower back.

“Sandra hold her up.”

Sandra got on the table and sat with her legs crossed in front of Rebecca. Rebecca was forced to lean forward with her head on the girl’s shoulder. She could smell Sandra’s cinnamon perfume and was uncomfortably aware of her naked breasts touching the girl’s tee shirt. Sandra placed her soft hands on Rebecca’s waist and slowly slid them up and down Rebecca’s sides.

“Okay, I think we are all set,” Ms Harriet said. She winked as Vanessa slid under the table beneath Rebecca. Rebecca’s pussy was at eye level and Vanessa had plans for it when the spanking started. She thought a warm up would not hurt so she lightly blew on Rebecca’s naked mound.

A soft breeze tickled Rebecca’s pussy but she tried to ignore it. It was difficult as she imagined that it started high on her mound and then moved downward across her clit and lips. She knew it was just the room’s air moving between her open legs, but it felt so ‘directed.’ Sandra, who had been rather mean, seemed to want to comfort her. The soft hands stoked slowly up her sides and Rebecca imagined a feathery touch on the sides of her breasts. The hands traveled back down to her waist and then across her hips. Rebecca fought the growing warmth she felt and tried to focus on the row of dryers on the far wall.

“Tiffany, you hold onto that leg good and tight.”

“Yes Ms. Harriet.”

Ms. Harriet stood to the side and swung her arm as if she was playing a game of tennis. Her hand made contact with the soft flesh and it quivered softly. She was an expert and she knew the loud slap sounded worse than it felt. She did not intend to hurt the girl; she only planned to warm her up while Vanessa took care of the real mission.

The sudden impact stung only a little but the shock made Rebecca jump.

A second slap came on the other cheek. Ms. Harriet alternated between the two cheeks, but never hit the same exact spot twice. She observed the rosy pinkness rise on Rebecca’s perfect ass.

The skinny woman they called Flea was in charge of the bag that the girls had brought.  Vanessa gave her the signal and Flea handed her the feather duster.  At the end of the wooden handle, the duster was comprised of soft feathery bristles. They completely circled the wooden shaft creating a foot of oblong softness especially designed for dusting in tight spaces. Vanessa smiled as she spun the handle and thought how it was about to dust a very tight space.

While Ms. Harriet expertly timed each slap, Vanessa lightly stroked Rebecca’s inner thigh with the soft duster. She made certain to make contact only when Ms. Harriet did. With each stroke, she inched a little closer to her target. Finally, Vanessa gently pulled the duster across Rebecca’s bare mound. She marveled at the effect on the girl’s clit. Slowly it grew from its protective hood. Vanessa was careful to ensure that she made only the lightest of contact with Rebecca’s clit. Slowly and gently, she timed each stroke with Ms. Harriet’s slap.

At first, Rebecca was relieved. Although the spanking stung, the pain distracted her from the naughty images she had of Sandra touching her breasts. She knew it was only in her mind, but still it felt so real that her nipples had become hard and sensitive. After a few slaps however, she imagined a soft tickle on her bare pussy. The tickle soon became an erotic sensations and Rebecca fought to keep her hips from trusting backwards for firmer contact. She felt a fluttery feeling in her belly. The soft whisper at her love button became an itch and a soft moan escaped before she could stop it.

“Did you hear that?” Sandra asked.

Ms. Harriet paused for a moment.

“Did she just moan?”

“She did, I can’t believe it.”
“Rebecca,” Sandra whispered in her ear, “are you getting excited?”

“N-no,” Rebecca said, but without any real conviction.

Vanessa could not resist and she lightly spun the duster so that the soft bristles gently whipped Rebecca’s now rock hard clit.

“Ahh,” Rebecca moaned.

“Sandra, I’m going to continue the spanking, check her nipples, and see if she is excited.”

“Is my little Bambi getting hot and bothered?” Sandra cooed in Rebecca’s ear. “Let me have a feel.”

Sandra ran the back of her hands up Rebecca’s belly. As she reached the girl’s breasts, she turned her hands over and cupped them. She spread her fingers out around each breast and then drew them down and squeezed softly. Her fingers came together at Rebecca’s hard nipples and she gently twisted and pulled.

“Ohhh, ahhh,” Rebecca moaned.

“Oh yes my little Bambi you are excited.”

Ms. Harriet returned to her methodical spanking. She changed tactics and each time she slapped Rebecca’s cheeks she paused and then gently slid her fingers across the girls exposed anus. The contact sent a shiver up Rebecca’s spine.

Vanessa below applied a little more pressure to her strokes and was reward with a slight sway of the girl’s hips.

Sandra continued her slow torture of Rebecca’s breasts and nipples and she could tell by the girl’s breathing that it would not be much longer.

Tiffany needed both hands to hold the Rebecca’s thigh on the table, but could not resist helping her along. She leaned over and lightly drew her tongue up Rebecca’s neck. Her tongue worked its way up to the girl’s ear and she slowly licked it.

The women were now working Rebecca is perfect unison. Rebecca had lost control of her body and the imagined sensations had her on a soft ocean of pleasure. The heat in her groin was building to release, but she was powerless to stop it.

The women watched as the naked blond began to rock slowly, her ass tried to push back on the duster and the fingers of Ms. Harriet.  As her orgasm approached, they increased the speed and pressure of the manipulations.

On cue, Flea said, “Oh my god, she is gonna cum!”

Rebecca knew it was true.

“Uh, uh, ah, ahh,”

“Oh you dirty whore, don’t you cum again!” Ms. Harriet yelled as she nodded to signal the final part of the plan.

Ms. Harriet rapidly slapped Rebecca’s pussy. Vanessa reached up, grabbed the girl’s extended clit, and pulled on it.

It was too much for Rebecca and she came. Her entire body rocked and Sandra had to grab her to prevent her from sliding off the table.

“Oh, oh, ahhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhhh”

The orgasm was so strong it felt like it would not end. Not wanting to exhaust her yet, the women stopped their assault.

“I cannot believe you came from a spanking, you are a sex addict.”

Rebecca was too drained to respond.

“Well,” said Ms. Harriet, “looks like we move onto the next test.”

“P-p-please, no, I-I’m sorry don’t make me cum again, please,” Rebecca pleaded.

“Don’t blame us Bambi, we aren’t making you do nothing,” Vanessa countered as she crawled from beneath the table.

“I-I know, but please don’t make me take any more tests.”

“Sorry, missy a deal is a deal and you agreed,” said Ms. Harriet.

Rebecca became silent. She found solace in the thought that after two powerful orgasms she should be able to maintain herself.

“Girls release her hands and get her up on the table.”

Sandra and Tiffany removed the leather straps and Rebecca was relieved to put her arms down. They helped her crawl up on the table.

“Face that way,” Ms. Harriet told Rebecca.

Rebecca, on all fours, turned in the direction of the laundry mat’s back wall. She was comforted that at least her privates were not directly facing the women, but she was also acutely aware of her breasts hanging below her. Her nipples were still hard and sensitive.

“Flea, secure that pole to her ankles so she stays nice and spread for us,” Ms. Harriet instructed.

Flea forced Rebecca’s legs wider apart and then secured the leather cuffs.

“Okay, my little white whore, we are going to give you the toothbrush test.”

Rebecca had no idea what that meant, but she nodded her head in agreement.

“Flea how many do we have?”

Flea opened the bag and pulled out four battery-operated toothbrushes.

“Hmm, seems we are one short. Sandra is there something you can do to keep yourself occupied.”

Sandra smiled. She knew that Rebecca was one of those women who could achieve sexual stimulation through an anal assault.

“Oh I have something in mind. Rebecca it won’t bother you if I do this will it?” She gently circled Rebecca’s rosebud anus.

“Ah,” Rebecca called out as the girl teased her sensitive anus.

“Vanessa and Tiffany you take the top, Flea you can work her clit and I’ll see if I can find the girl’s g-spot.”

The women took up positions as instructed. Vanessa and Tiffany turned on their brushes and brought the vibrating soft bristles to Rebecca’s breasts. They each started on the underside and moved the brushes along the soft flesh. Each light stroke drew closer to Rebecca’s hard nipples.

Flea did not waste any time finding her target. Rebecca was still physically stimulated and her clit was hard and ready. When the brush touched it, Rebecca flinched away and the movement awarded Sandra the opportunity to impale the girl on her finger.

“Ahhhhh,” Rebecca cried out from the unexpected intrusion.

“Oh don’t pretend Bambi, you love my finger in your ass,” Sandra taunted. She drove her finger deeper and then withdrew. Slowly she twisted it back into to Rebecca’s ass.

Ms. Harriet gently spread Rebecca’s wet lips and the girl moaned. This was her special tool and the brush had been replaced with soft rubber fingers. She gently inserted it into Rebecca’s wet vagina. When she turned it on, Rebecca jumped at the vibration. Ms. Harriet placed the vibrating rubber bristles against the top wall of Rebecca’s tunnel and began a slow and meticulous search for the girl’s G-spot.

The two women at her breasts continued their strokes. In unison, they reached Rebecca’s sensitive nipples and gently applied the brushes to the sides and top of each nipple.

Rebecca began to quiver and shake. The sensation was overwhelming. The brush at her clit was driving her quickly to orgasm and the fullness in her ass made her involuntarily push against Sandra’s finger. She wanted to stop herself, but the sensations were so erotic and so strong that she could not control her body’s response.

Ms. Harriet found her G-spot. It was a sensation Rebecca had never felt before. It made her feel out of breath and she began to shake harder as her muscles tightened in orgasmic anticipation.

Flea changed her tactics; she used two fingers to spread Rebecca’s lips wide and ran the brush in a circle around Rebecca’s clit so that only a few of the vibrating bristles touched the end.

Seeing Rebecca’s back begin to arch in orgasm, Sandra fucked the girl’s ass with quick strokes.

“Uh, uh, uh, uh,” Rebecca panted and moaned in total abandon.

Ms. Harriet put the final touch on Rebecca’s pleasure when she turned the brush over and applied pressure with the soft vibrating rubber pad on the brushes other side. A few slow circular strokes and Rebecca peaked.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhh,” she cried out.

Rebecca’s back arched high and she shook from head to toe as the orgasm tightened and released all of her muscles in quick succession. 

“Uh, uh, uh, noooo, nooo, god, no, ahhhhhhh, uh.”

Her arms gave out and she rested her head on the table, her face covered by her long blond hair.

Ms. Harriet saw that the girl had little left in her, but she wanted her own opportunity to taste the young goddess. The women flipped Rebecca onto her back and the pole kept the Rebecca’s legs spread wide.

Ms. Harriet lowered her mouth the soft wet mound and licked slowly at the delicious nectar.  Tiffany and Sandra returned to the girl’s beautiful breasts and sucked the hard nipples. Rebecca exhausted laid back in a dream state. Ms. Harriet brought Rebecca to another long orgasm, but all the girl had was enough energy to softly moan.

Each woman in turn, got between Rebecca’s legs and used their own technique to pull from her another orgasm. When they had their fill, they released the leather cuffs and covered Rebecca with a blanket. They finished drying her clothes and then dressed the passed out beauty.

Rebecca awoke an hour later fully dressed and laying on the Folding table. She looked up, saw that her laundry was complete, and folded on one of the washing machines. Ms. Harriet was sitting on a chair in the front of the store.

She looked up at Rebecca and smiled.

“Can I help you dear?”

“N-no, but thank you for doing my laundry.”

The woman gave her an odd, questioning look. “I’m sorry missy; I don’t know what you mean.”

“My laundry, didn’t you fold it for me?”

“Oh no, when I came in it was like that and you were there asleep on the table.”

“Oh,” was all Rebecca could say. ‘Had it all been just a dream?’ she wondered.

She looked at the clock and realized if she did not hurry, she would miss her ride home. She hastily placed the folded piles into the laundry bag and headed for the exit.