Self Sub Susy

1Self-Sub Susy

by The Technician

F exh, Bondage Self, M/F, F/F Spanking Enema

CHAPTER SIX

Ed stepped between my legs, centered himself against the opening of my cunt, and with one brutal stoke drove himself all the way in.  I thrashed against my restraints, but I wasn’t sure it was from pain or pleasure.  I was definitely very turned on by everything that had happened to me, and as sick as that was, I was even more turned on by the idea of Ed publicly raping me.  Ed lasted a very long time and just when I thought that I could stand no more, he fell against me and grabbed my breasts and said loudly, “Cum, SSSuzy, I command it!”

I didn’t think that it was possible to be commanded to cum, but I did.  Ed stood behind me firmly pressed into my cunt and I thrashed and moaned.  Gradually I became aware of a roaring in my ears.  At first, I thought that it was from the tremendous orgasm that I had just experienced, but then I realized that it was applause.  The crowd was applauding Ed’s performance - or mine - or maybe both of ours.  I felt a weird, perverse sense of pride that we had pleased them, or maybe that they thought that it was such a good performance - I don’t know which.

Ed stepped from between my legs and was replaced by another man.  He was rather well endowed and filled me quite fully as he rammed himself in and out.  He didn’t last very long, however and soon he was replaced by another man who said gruffly, “Get ready for it, honey, cause daddy is coming in.”

He must have thought he was big stuff and funny, but he wasn’t nearly as large as the previous man and he didn’t last any near as long as Ed had lasted.  The third man wasn’t overly large or small, but seemed to be just an average-sized dick.  I laughed to myself that I was to the point of comparing penis sizes while I was being fucked.  I also thought about the fact that I was neither enjoying or not enjoying what was happening at this point.  It was neither pleasure nor pain.  It just was.

Next was a woman, or at least I think it was a woman.  Whoever it was had very soft skin and wasn’t as tall as the previous men.  He - or most likely she, was also using a dildo of some sort.  Back in college my roommate and I once tried strap-on sex.  It seemed like a good idea at the time, but on the receiving end it was hard and cold and on the giving end there just wasn’t enough sensation to make it pleasurable.  I understand that they have come a long way - no pun intended - in dildo making.  Many are now soft and as pliable as a regular penis, and for strap-on use there are some that go both ways - again, no pun intended - and give as much penetration and pleasure to the one wearing the harness as to the one being fucked.

I assume that she had that type of dildo, because after a reasonable period of pumping into me, she began moaning and panting, but she just couldn’t seem to get herself off.  I decided that maybe I was expected to respond in some way and started thrusting hard back into her.  A guttural “Oh, yes...” showed that I was right.  A few more minutes of me thrusting - she was almost standing still by then - and she collapsed on top of me with a long, low scream.  Yup, it was definitely a woman.

Ed had said ten and I was to the point of counting how many more I had to fuck before this was over.  I was down to the last one when another set of soft, smooth legs stepped behind me.  She leaned down over me and spoke softly in my ear, “You are having just way too much fun with this deary.  As soon as we get these gloves on, we are going to change that.”

She stood upright for a moment or so and then I felt the cold tip of what was obviously a very large dildo press against my cunt lips.”I’m sliding this monster in slow, honey, just to make it easier on you, but we will get down to business here real soon.”

I hated to disappoint her, but her “monster” wasn’t all that much larger than the second man’s real equipment.  It looked like I was going to be finished with this without too much more discomfort.  Then she said, “Let’s turn it on and turn me on.  You, I don’t care what you do - except scream.”

The monster came to life.  It was vibrating and pulsating and every so often it would send out an electric jolt that tightened my cunt around it and created a slight quivering sensation in that whole area.  If I hadn’t had a ballgag in my mouth I was tempted to tell her, “Honey, you obviously aren’t a customer of W.  If you think that monster is painful or powerful, you just haven’t seen the real monsters that W can create. 

As I was thinking that, she started pumping in and out of me, and then she said, “Here it comes, honey,” and she slapped me hard on both ass cheeks.  My world exploded.  If the trail bracelets had been lighting between my legs, this was a whole thunderstorm.  It felt like a thousand electric arrows were pulsating through my body.   I bucked and trashed on the pole over which I was tied and even with the ballgag in my mouth I screamed as loudly as I could.

“Liked that, did we?  I did.”  Then she began thrusting in me again and with each forward thrust she would slap one of my ass cheeks.  The thunderstorm died down a little, but each slap still brought a flurry of lightning strikes and electric arrows.  She continued for what seemed like forever, and then she leaned over me and said softly, “Ready for the big finish?”  With that she thrust in as hard as she could and reached under me and grabbed my breasts fully in the palms of her gloves and pressed the contactor plates hard against my nipples.    The thunderstorm became a hurricane with lightning and wind and fire and hail and then blackness.  I passed out.

When I came to, someone was holding a stethoscope against my chest and saying, “She is going to be OK, but I don’t think that device Queenie was using was an approved device.  A little bit more current could have stopped her heart permanently.”

Then I heard Ed’s voice speaking sternly.  “Queenie, you’ve been warned about this before.  We told you that if you used an unapproved device again, you would be severely punished or kicked out of the club.”

I heard a woman’s voice respond sarcastically, “You also said that anything made by W was automatically approved.  I bought it from him.  He’s here today, you can ask him if it is one of his devices.”

W was here!  W was watching all of this.  That meant that either I wasn’t going to have to write up all of this for him, or that I was going to have to be really careful to include everything accurately because he would know what I got wrong or left out.

“We will talk about this later, Queenie,” replied Ed, and then he came over and stood next to me.

“Well SSSuzy, you’ve made it this far.  We are going to give you a little rest for now.  Unlike some people believe, you can’t live on sex alone and the club has a pretty good barbeque scheduled for lunch today.  We also have a couple of displays and speakers and some people like W who are here to sell their specialized devices.  I will leave you in the capable hands of Slave One and Slave Two until about 4:00 this afternoon, and then we will continue.”

Ed then evidently turned to talk to the two slaves because his voice got much harder to hear, but I could still hear him tell them, “I want one of you with her at all times.  One of you can go eat or whatever while the other watches, but if I find out that she was left alone for even the smallest amount of time, both of you will get ten times what she is getting.  Do you understand that?”

The two slaves answered with one voice, “Yes, Sir, we understand, Sir.”

“And make sure that she is properly hydrated.  She is going to be out here in the sun all afternoon.  You make sure that she drinks all of that liquid that has been set aside for her, you understand me?”

“Yes, Sir, we understand, Sir.”

One of the slaves came over to me and softly stroked my bruised backside.  I knew it was Slave One when she said, “Slave Two has gone to get something to eat, but I will be watching over you.  I have some ointment that I am supposed to rub on your bruises.  It might sting, but it will really soothe things and prevent any permanent marks.  I know, I’ve used it on me a time or two,”

She then began gently rubbing the ointment on my asscheeks.  I also have some sunscreen that I am supposed to use to keep you from burning too severely in the sun.  I heard the sploot of something being squirted from a bottle and soon Slave One was rubbing the cool cream into my back and legs.  “I guess we don’t have to worry about your face today, but I had better make sure that I get everything covered.  She stepped between my legs and began covering each leg with a generous amount of sunscreen and rubbing it in.  Soon she was rubbing higher and higher on my legs and then, with a large sploot of cream directly between my cheeks, she started rubbing the cream into my ass and cunt.

“I’ve been there before, SSSuzy.  You have to learn to find your pleasure in the spaces between the pain as well as in the pain.”

Slave One continued to rub the lotion into my ass and cunt and I began to respond with moans.  She knew how to take me slowly up the hill and hold me on the brink for a very long time.  Then suddenly her motions quickened to almost a frenzy as if she had to finish me in a hurry.  I came hard and lay panting in my restraints.  “Hello Mam,” I heard her say.

Surprisingly, it was the voice of Slave Two that responded with, “Hello, Slave One.  Have you been behaving yourself?”

“Yes, Mam,” answered Slave One and Slave Two responded, “You may now go to lunch, but you be back here in 45 minutes.  Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Mam, I understand, Mam.”

Slave Two came over to me and said sardonically, “I may only be slave number two, but she is slave number one and that makes her less that me.”  She laughed a snorting kind of laugh and added, “Better her than me.  There is no one lower than her except a Slave Zero and we haven’t had one of those for a long time.”

Slave Two came over and stood next to me and flicked her finger so that the flat of her fingernail slapped hard against the very center of my ass cheek.  “Better you than me, too.  Now I have about a gallon of liquid that Ed wants you to drink, and you have 45 minutes to finish it all for me.”  With that, she shoved a tube-like straw through the fabric of the hood and into the breathing hole in the center of the ballgag.  That hole was also one of W’s safety insistence.  “If something goes wrong and your nose gets blocked, you can’t get enough air around the ballgag and you die.  Unless you want that, you use a ball gag with a breather hole in any self-bondage.”

I hadn’t thought of the fact that the hole could also be used to drink through a straw if the straw or whatever fit tightly in the breathing hole.  This tube fit the hole exactly.  “Drink!” ordered Slave Two.

I closed my mouth tightly around the ball gag and sucked like I was drinking from a straw.  I was afraid of what it was that she might be forcing me to drink, but once I pulled some of it into my mouth I was pleasantly surprised to find out that it was one of those sports drinks.  I could just make out the large bottle that Slave Two was holding under my face.  It looked like a one liter bottle and I was very thirsty, so I drained it rather rapidly.

“That’s one.  Only four more to go.”  And Slave Two shoved the tube back into my gag.

I don’t really think that Ed meant for them to make me drink all five liters of the liquid at one time.  It was probably supposed to last the whole afternoon, but evidently Ed hadn’t specified that and I think that Slave Two liked hurting people.  And since there was no Slave One or Zero around for the moment, I was it.

I got the next two bottles down without a great deal of trouble, but halfway through the fourth bottle, I just could not drink anymore.  I shook my head back and forth to indicate that I couldn’t drink any more.

“Here’s the deal,” said Slave Two gruffly.  “Either you finish all of this, or I pour out what is left in this bottle and fill it with some of my own private blend.  It looks the same and all I have to do is spread my legs and open the spigot and the bottle is full.  I’ve been saving up all day just for this occasion.”  Slave Two laughed.  “What will it be, honey.  The good stuff while you are still able, or my piss forced into you mouth.   I might even leave the bottles for Slave One to give you.  She won’t know what it is, and even if she does, Ed told us to make sure you drank it.”

I don’t which was worse, the thought of having to drink Slave Two’s piss or the idea that she would force Slave One, who had tried to be kind to me, to feed me the bottles of piss.  I resumed sucking on the tube / gag and finished the bottle.  My stomach was starting to hurt and I was afraid I was going to throw up by the time I finished the fifth bottle, but I got it all down just as Slave One came back.

“You watch her,” ordered Slave Two.  “I am going to go over there under that tree and catch a nap in the shade.

Slave One walked up alongside me and said gently, “Oh, you finished all the drink stuff.  You really should have saved some for later in the afternoon.  I don’t know if I can get you any more.  If you need some, just shake your head or something and I will ask if you are thirsty.  Slave Two can go and get you something more to drink.”

I know that Slave One was trying to be kind, but I also knew right then and there that I would die of thirst before I would let Slave Two “go and get me something to drink.”

END OF CHAPTER SIX