Limits

When the minibus pulled up outside Jude's house, Andy reached forward to pay off the driver whilst the others tumbled out and made their way up to the front door. Karen found that Jude was holding her close and being very protective; she had one arm around Karen's shoulder as she fumbled in her pockets, found her key ring and turned the lock on the front door.

"Go on through to the playroom, everyone." Jude said as soon as they entered. "slave 'k', I want you to organise the drinks. slave Beth, you had best help her."

"Yes, Mistress," Beth answered smartly, but Karen was non-plussed by what was being demanded of her. It wasn't as if she minded being ordered to play at hostess, but if she were to organise the drinks then how was she to know what everyone wanted and how was she to know where everything was? However, Beth caught her eye and motioned with her head towards the kitchen and, gratefully, Karen followed.

They all trooped down the hallway but, before they got to the kitchen, Sarah, who was leading, opened a door off to the left and went through. As she went past on her way to the kitchen, Karen glanced through the door but only saw that it led down into the cellar. What was down there was anyone's guess.

"Give me a hand here, will you?" Beth asked, turning her back on Karen as soon as they had entered the kitchen.

"A hand?" Karen asked, completely confused. Beth was standing still as if she expected Karen to understand what was required.

"Please, with my zipper."

"With your zipper, what's up with your zipper?" Karen was still totally lost.

"Will you pull it down for me, silly?" And then it dawned on her why Karen was looking so lost.

"Sorry, 'k'," Beth turned back to face Karen. "I didn't mean to call you silly. I guess I assumed you knew all about the no clothes in the house rule."

"No clothes in the house.... Is that going to apply to me as well?" Karen could feel the panic building up inside her.

"Will it apply to you? Well you are a sub so I can't see why not. You can try keeping them on if you want but you'll end up being punished." Beth smiled. "I certainly wouldn't recommend it. Talking of being punished we'd best get a move on. Would you please...?"

Again Beth turned her back on Karen who, this time, reached tentatively for the zipper that ran down the back of Beth's dress and pulled it down to her waist. Beth then shrugged the dress off her shoulders, let it fall forward and stepped out of it. Karen was not in the slightest bit surprised to see that she was wearing neither bra nor panties and was now naked, apart from her high-heeled ankle boots. Beth folded her dress neatly and laid it over the back of a chair.

"Come along, your turn," she said.

"I... I... I can't." Now that she realised what she had got herself into, Karen was horrified at the implications. She backed away from Beth until she was up against the kitchen work surface and could go no farther. All the hints that Lucy had been dropping suddenly made sense. It seemed that Jude had arranged some sort of orgy and she had a stark choice: she could join in or she could run away. Were she to undress, then implicit in her nakedness would be her availability for anything else they chose to do. She could see how naïve she had been; she had only to remember how the subs had been treated back at the club last week to understand what was in store for her. Compliance in undressing implied at least partial, if not full, compliance in everything else, and this was a step she wasn't prepared for.

"Wow, Mistress Jude really has thrown you in at the deep end, hasn't she?" Beth said kindly as she witnessed the rising panic in Karen's eyes. "If it makes it any easier you'll find that Lucy and Kathy will be naked by now as well. You and I won't be the only ones."

Karen realised she'd come to a crisis point. Frankie's jeers came back to haunt her, how she had been called 'mousy' and 'uptight'. Compared with the others she probably was. Could she fit in amongst these women; more to the point, did she want to?

And then there was Beth standing naked and unashamed, as if it were all completely normal. Karen couldn't help but stare at her. Both her nipples were pierced and, not only was she completely shaven 'down there', she had another piercing in her 'front bottom', and the lips had been padlocked together. Karen wondered how much it must have hurt to have piercings in such intimate places and how embarrassing it must have been to have them done. Just a short while ago, back in the club Beth had seemed so nice, so normal and now....

"Are you OK?" Beth asked, her voice full of concern.

"I'm..." Karen looked at Beth, her eyes full of tears. "I'm...."

"You're scared witless, that's what you are, aren't you?" Beth said gently. "Look, I can see that this is all too much for you.  Jude has pushed you too far, too fast. I'll go and tell her that you're not up to playing tonight."

"Would you? Would you really?" Karen grasped at this straw but her relief was short lived for, as soon as Beth turned towards the door, Karen felt the waves of panic coming back. As Beth turned away from her she saw in her mind's eye all her new found friends also turning away from her, turning away from this uptight little mouse who wouldn't play in their games. Whilst she was struggling to come to terms with the contrast between the friendly welcoming people she had met earlier and the orgy they now expected her to join, what was the alternative? She could run away, go home defeated, spend another night on her own, abandon the first real relationship she had ever had. She wasn't sure she could take that either.

"Beth, please, don't go."

Beth turned in the doorway.

"Beth, please, just give me a minute or two."

"OK, sweetie, take your time," Beth came back into the kitchen but she was careful not to get too close to Karen, realising that she still needed her space.

"Guys! What's the hold up?" Kathy arrived at the door. Like Beth she was naked except for her shoes, ankle socks and a collar. "The bosses are getting restless."

"Just ask them to give us a minute, will you?" Beth replied. "We have a slight case of beginner's nerves."

"No, it's OK. I'll do it," Karen said, an edge of determination in her voice. Somehow seeing the two women together had changed things, had made it more normal. Suddenly she was the odd one out by being dressed. Her modesty, her prudishness, were overturned by a desire to fit in, a desire not to be alone any more. That said, she still had to turn away from them as she gathered up her courage and rolled her dress first down to her waist, and then all the way down until she was stepping out of the coil of rolled up cloth that it had become. She bent down to pick it up and, as she stood back up again she realised it was now or never so she turned back to face the others.

"So, what are these drinks we're supposed to fetch?" She said forcing herself to sound as casual as she could whilst she unrolled the dress and draped it over the back of a chair.

"There should be some white wine in the fridge, and a couple of beers for Mistress Jude and Mistress Andy. I'll get the tray and the glasses," Beth said briskly, realising how fragile Karen's determination was. "Kathy, be a dear and tell the bosses there's been a teensy problem but it's all right now. We'll be there in a moment or two."

"OK, will do," Kathy said, before disappearing back to the playroom.

As soon as she was gone, Beth came over to Karen and gave her a little hug.

"Well done, that took real guts, I could tell," she said softly.

"Thank you," Karen replied. "Thank you for being so patient."

"No problem, but we really must get on with these drinks." Beth had found the tray and glasses and put them on the kitchen table. Karen found the wine, and then rummaged in the knife drawer to find a corkscrew, whilst Beth opened the beers and poured them out. Now they were working together, it seemed no time before they were done.

"It was you who was ordered to get the drinks, so it had best be you who takes the tray," Beth said. "Are you ready?"

"Yes, I'm ready," Karen replied, although the hundred and one butterflies in her stomach said otherwise.

"OK, let's go."

Karen picked up the tray and Beth held the door for her. As they went down the hallway towards the playroom, Karen caught sight of herself in the mirror that hung by the front door. The shoes and stockings that she still wore, along with the chastity belt covering her groin, emphasised her lack of any other clothing and her breasts, visible over the tray that she held, seemed to be as much part of the offering as the drinks. At the doorway she nearly had another crisis but, steeling herself, she allowed Beth to open it for her and they walked on through.

Karen had her work cut out simply keeping her balance and not spilling the drinks as she struggled with her high heels and the steep steps down into what had been the cellar, now evidently the playroom. It was only when she got to the bottom she was able to look about her.

The bathroom wasn't the only room in the house where Jude had spent her aunt's legacy. Karen thought of cellars as cold, dark and damp; this was anything but. It consisted of two large rooms, which reprised the lounge and the kitchen above. The wall between these rooms had been knocked away in several places, and replaced by stout pillars and rolled steel joists to take the load.

The room immediately at the bottom of the stairs was the larger of the two and had been decorated with a certain luxury. The main theme was a deep red with gold trimmings. The floor was carpeted and the walls covered with cloth hangings to cover the bare brick beneath. The lighting was indirect and discreet and, Karen noticed, there was a gas fire built in to one of the walls. The fire had been lit and was warming up the room nicely. At one end, there were four opulent chairs, thrones almost, set in a wide arc and that was where the Dommes were seated. Karen noticed that Andy and Jude had the centre seats, Mel and Sarah at either end. She wondered how much this reflected some sort of pecking order. Off to one side was a table but, apart from that, the furnishings were sparse. On the wall behind the table was a large painting of an obvious slave-girl prostrate at the feet of her Mistress.

The other room, which Karen could glimpse through the openings in the dividing wall, could not have been more different. That room had no coverings on the walls, no carpet on the floor. Karen could see various contraptions dotted about. A horse like the one in the club was easy to identify, but otherwise she could only guess what they were. There was a bench running down the far wall and various whips, crops, paddles, and what seemed to be a cat-o’-nine-tails were hanging from hooks in an orderly fashion. From the care and expense that had been spent converting the cellar it was evident that this had not been done on a whim but was a serious project.

"Are you going to stand there gawping all night or am I going to get my drink?" Jude said sharply.

"Sorry, Mistress." Karen snapped back to the here and now, and went over to the thrones, offering up the drinks.

This done, she went to put the tray down on the table. Meanwhile Beth went over to Andy and knelt before her, bowing her head. Andy reached in her jacket pocket and brought out a collar. Karen couldn't help but stare as Andy fitted the collar around Beth's neck, an act that somehow conveyed not just ownership but also a tender concern. For all that Andy was full of bluster on the surface, collaring her sub was an act of love, not war.

Now there was only one Domme without a slave kneeling before her. Karen didn't need to be told what to do next. She went over and took up her position in front of Jude.

"You took your time," Jude commented. "Was there some sort of problem?"

"Just a little hiccup, Mistress," Karen replied. "My apologies for the delay."

"A hiccup?" Andy queried. "That's a lame excuse if ever I heard one. Hiccup or not, I'd give her a damn good spanking to make sure there are no hiccups next time. I know she's new, but if you don't lay down the law from the start they walk all over you."

"You'd give her a damn good spanking, hiccup or not. I've never known you need an excuse to up-end a sub and paddle her butt," Sarah joked.

"I think we're all looking forward to that," Mel joined in. "I think we're all intrigued by our new little slave. Stop hiding her away; let's have a good look at her. Get that damn belt off her and let the dog see the rabbit."

"Here, you have a go if you're so keen." Jude took the keys out of her jacket pocket and tossed them over to Mel, who caught them deftly. "Go along, girl," she added to Karen.

This was the point which she had been dreading; in giving up her clothes she had given up her privacy and now she was being ordered to effectively offer herself sexually to another woman. However, she had made up her mind in the kitchen and she wasn't going to change her mind now. Shaking slightly, Karen shuffled over on her knees before getting to her feet and standing next to where Lucy was knelt in front of Mel's throne. Mel leaned forward and, after ordering Karen to stand with her feet farther apart, reached for the lock on the front of the chastity belt, undoing it and letting the straps fall away. The only thing that now held it in place was the dildo still lodged in her anus.

"slave Lucy," she said. "I don't want to get my hands dirty. Get rid of the belt, please."

"Yes, Mistress." Lucy turned to where Karen was stood beside her and reached between Karen's buttocks for where the dildo was attached to the strapping. Although she was gentle, the dildo seemed to resist being removed but eventually it came free. Although she was now empty, Karen could still very much feel where it had been; her back passage still felt stretched and distended and, like everything else in this crazy evening, she was unsure whether she liked it or loathed it. Once it was out Lucy stood up, and was heading for the door with the chastity belt in her hands when Andy stopped her and ordered her over.

"That's a pretty thin dildo you used there," she said as she examined the chastity belt. "She probably hardly felt a skinny little thing like that. I tell you, you're far too easy on the girl."

"She's new, she'll need to be stretched a bit before she can take the full Monty," Jude retorted.

"Well, you're not going to stretch her much with a needle dick like that. Give her something she can feel, something that makes her wince as she sits down."

Karen stood there shell-shocked, glad that Jude was not of the same mind but it wasn't just the thought of ever larger dildos being forced inside her, it was the way they were discussing it that was most disturbing. They were talking about her as if she were a doll, a plaything, and, it would seem, Jude was quite content to share her toys. As if to emphasise this, Mistress Mel reached out and started to examine her front bottom, playing with her nether lips, gently rolling them back and forth between finger and thumb and pushing back the vibrator every time it tried to slip out. Karen was a thing, an object to be shared among the Dommes; her views, her wants, her wishes were as naught. To make it worse she was there by her own free will, she was taking it unbound and unfettered, a willing accomplice to her degradation.

"She may be shy but she certainly isn't frigid," Mel commented. "Look how juicy she is." Mel held up her hand to show her fingertips glistening with Karen's secretions. "She's a hot and horny little cow on the Q.T."

'How could I be otherwise', Karen wanted to scream out loud. What with one thing or another Jude had kept her in a state of arousal for days. She had been allowed no relief and this evening in particular she had spent the entire time with both the vibrator and the dildo deep inside her. She would have had to have been made out of stone not to have been hot and bothered. Mel making out that she was some sort of hussy was so unfair.

"Yeah, beneath all that 'Little Miss Prim and Proper' she's a right little shag monster. I had her trying to hump me in the shower earlier," Jude said. "That's why I had to fit her with the belt."

Karen was horrified that their intimate moments should be shared so freely and worse, that they should be so distorted so as to portray her in such a bad light. She felt that Jude had betrayed her. This was turning out so much worse than she had thought.

"Humping you in the shower, little slave 'k', who'd have thought it. I'd love to have seen that." Sarah laughed.

"Get her to do it now," Jude urged Mel. "Hold your hand out, get her to hump that."

Mel leaned further forward and cupped her hand under Karen's crotch, even slipping her forefinger between the slick folds of flesh and poking it inside, touching the vibrator that was still thrumming away.

"Come along, girl," Mel said firmly. "You heard your Mistress."

Karen simply couldn't. This was a step too far and she was on the verge of simply refusing. She stood there with her mouth open, frozen, unable to speak, unable to move.

"Perhaps she needs more encouragement, " Jude said, taking the vibrator remote control out from her pocket and turning the intensity up. For Karen this just made it worse, just made her out to be some sort of mechanical doll who would work if you just pressed the right buttons.

"The only encouragement slaves need or understand comes from a riding crop," Andy said. "I tell you, you're far too easy on her, you give her far too many decisions. No wonder the poor girl is confused."

"Maybe you're right," Jude agreed. "'k' you have until I count to three to start humping or I'll get the crop. After that you'll get a thrashing and you'll still have to do it. One... Two...."

The threat of the thrashing brought things to a crisis; if she were going to run away now was the time to do it. She glanced about her; the mood of the room seemed to be amused anticipation, everyone, slave and Mistress, was watching her, waiting on her. Only Beth seemed to have picked up on her fears and she gave her a little encouraging wink. That was enough to calm her. This acknowledgement that her fears were understood pulled Karen back from the brink and, from here, her desire to fit in took over. If she stopped, if she said no, she would be a wet blanket, spoiling the mood, spoiling the fun. If only Jude didn't push her so hard. Why couldn't she understand how she felt?

"Three!"  In desperation, to avoid making the decision as much as anything else, Karen pushed her hips forward, rubbing herself on Mel's hand, feeling her forefinger slip inside her. As she felt the friction of Mel's hand against her oversensitive flesh, she felt the rush begin, the drug take hold. Despite the humiliation and the conflicts inside her, Mel's touch was just what she needed. She hated this, she hated being forced to perform like some sort of circus animal for the Mistresses' amusement but, for all that, her body sang a very different tune and, if she were going to play along, the only thing she could do was close her eyes and ride it.

Maybe Jude wasn't so insensitive to Karen's mood as she got up out of her throne and came to stand behind her. Karen found her arms being drawn behind her back before the touch of cold steel around her wrists followed by the click of the lock told how she was now handcuffed. Then Jude reached around Karen to embrace her and cup her breasts with her hands. Whether knowingly or not this was just what Karen needed. Now she was no longer an accomplice, she was bound and held, forced against her will. She was no longer consenting to her own degradation, it was Jude who was doing this to her. She was back in her Mistress's arms and she was safe again. Resigned to her fate, she leant back into Jude's embrace and closed her eyes so as to forget about the onlookers and better concentrate on the mix of sensations she was being subjected to. Indeed, what choice had she but to surrender? All the pent up frustration of the past few days combined with the vibrator, now at full power thrumming away inside her, and Mel's touch against her sensitive flesh were all combining to steadily push her to where she no longer cared, where just had to hump a little harder, reach a little higher, to push a little further.... Jude's fingers were gripping her nipples, squeezing them tight and she should have been screaming in pain but it wasn't like that, she needed this, she needed... she needed... she needed....

The release, when it came, was an explosion that built within her, that built and built until she was focused only on the rhythmic pounding as she rubbed herself again and again and again against Mel's hand. She could feel her legs buckling but Jude's strong arms held her until she could take no more and her whole body spasmed. It was all too much, all too strong, she couldn't take any more but she had to, she had to, she had to....

The room spun, it all went dark and Karen collapsed like a rag doll.

When she came to, Karen found herself lying on the floor with her arms still handcuffed behind her back. Someone was bent over her and feeling her neck to find the carotid artery. She looked up to see Beth staring down at her in consternation.

"That's better, her pulse is returning good and strong again. It was just a faint, I guess she got over-excited, although it might be best if she rested for a while. A glass of water might help."

With a quick smack to her bottom, Kathy was sent off to fetch the water.

Karen looked about her. Jude and Beth were kneeling on the floor beside her whilst Andy, Sarah and Mel, although equally concerned, were giving them room. Karen noticed that Mel had her hand held out and Lucy was licking it. With a start she realised that Lucy was licking off her juices and with that the whole thing came thundering back to her.

How could she have been so weak? Once again Jude had tricked her into making the most appalling spectacle of herself. She could imagine only too clearly what she had looked like, humping away at Mel's hand and, whilst she had been coerced in the beginning, she had needed no coercion once Jude had held her.  She had willingly behaved like the worst sort of trollop, like a wanton slut, like.... She groaned to herself at the memory and her whole body seemed to blush. Kathy reappeared with the glass of water and, at Beth's suggestion she was helped up into a sitting position so that Kathy could hold out the glass to allow Karen to suck a much-needed drink through the straw provided.

"Is that better, pet?" asked Jude.

"Yes, Mistress, much better."

"Her colour has come back. She'll be fine now." Beth, her role as doctor now over, stood up to go over and kneel in front of Andy and resume being a 'slave'.

Gently, as if she were a little child, Jude helped Karen up off the floor and led her to the thrones. Jude sat down and manoeuvred Karen until she was sitting on her lap. Dazed, confused and more than a little overwhelmed, Karen snuggled down. Part of her hated Jude for what she had been just put through but, as she made herself comfortable, Karen felt safe and secure, a little girl on mummy's lap. Here she could appreciate the warm feelings that were still flowing through her body. God, that had been fantastic! Why did feeling so good involve feeling so bad?

"So, now that your pet has had her fun, what do you suggest?" Andy asked.

"How about a pony race? As an incentive the winner gets to put the loser on the dentist and arse fuck her," Sarah suggested.

"Fine by me. Hobbled with tails and tassels?" Mel cut in.

"Of course, is there any other way?"

"A pony race, yeah it's been a while. A fiver says my Beth can still beat your two," Andy added. "What about the new girl?"

"If you don't mind I think my little one has had enough excitement for one night," Jude commented. "I'm not sure she's ready for pony racing."

"You're too soft on her, far too soft," Andy commented sarcastically.

Quietly Karen gave a huge sigh of relief. She had been wondering what they were all talking about and was less than enthusiastic to find out the hard way. In particular getting one’s "arse fucked on the dentist" was not only a vulgar expression; but what on earth was the 'dentist'? She snuggled up closer to Jude, grateful that she was not expected to join in for once.

"Which one is going first?" Mel asked.

"How about age before beauty, Beth, then Kathy, then Lucy?” Sarah suggested.

"Sounds good to me. Come along, my little pony slave, let's get you sorted." Andy got up from her throne and went through to the other room, returning with what looked like a horse's tail, some leather cuffs joined by chains and some other bits which were hard to make out. She put all this on the table and motioned Beth over. Beth got down on her hands and knees and Andy fitted the four cuffs to her ankles and wrists. Then she leant, reached under Beth and played with her nipples until they were erect. As soon as she was happy with this, she clipped on some tassels. Even from where she was sat Karen could see that they were quite heavy and, as they swung about, they would pull painfully on the slave's nipples. The final piece of the jigsaw was the horse's tail. Andy put on a pair of disposable rubber gloves before lifting it up to apply lubricant to the thick rubber plug at the business end. It didn't take much imagination to see where it was going to go.

"Now that's what I call a butt plug," Andy said holding the tail out towards where Jude and Karen were sat. "Get that up your slave's pretty little backside and she'll know all about it."

Karen shuddered at the thought that anything that thick could possibly pass up the narrow confines of her sphincter but, apparently, it was due to be inserted in Beth, so it was not beyond the realms of possibility.

Andy reached down and held Beth's buttocks apart with one hand as, with a twisting movement, she used the other to work the plug into Beth's anus. Karen could see the expression on Beth's face, which was a strange mixture of pain and pleasure. Indeed it would be hard to say whether Beth was loving or loathing the experience, but whichever it was her face showed that it was intense. With the tail now fitted, Andy took off the gloves and put them on the table.

"Usual rules. Once round the entire perimeter and the slave's head must touch each corner completely," Andy confirmed with the other two. "Jude, seeing as how you're not involved, maybe you can be timekeeper. We don't want any mistakes like last time."

"Hey, that was an honest mistake!" Mel complained.

"Oh yeah. Well it was my slave that ended up getting reamed by your honest mistake," Sally retorted.

"Enough, enough. I'll do it," Jude cut in. She slipped off her wristwatch and held it in front of her. "Are you ready?"

"One moment." Andy reached to the table and returned with a riding crop, which ended in a square of leather like the ones that had been used at the club. "Ok, when you're ready."

"Five... Four.... Three... Two... One... Go!" Jude counted down and Beth was off scampering around the room as fast as the chains around her wrists and ankles would let her. All the while Andy followed her and gave her encouraging smacks on the buttocks with the riding crop. Sarah and Mel also followed to ensure that Beth completed the course correctly. Fun or not, the three Dommes were very competitive. Karen could see the tassels that hung from Beth's nipples swinging wildly from side to side from side to side and the play of expressions across Beth's face told how this must hurt. When Beth got to the corner of the room she touched her head to the walls, before backing out and setting off again heading for the other room, with the three Dommes in tow.

From where they were sitting, Jude and Karen could not follow their progress through the corners of the other room but it wasn't long before they all reappeared, with Beth still moving as fast as she could and biting her lip in an attempt to hold back her various pains. On the home straight, Andy was really laying in to her until she finally reached the corner, nodded her head against the walls, and collapsed.

"One minute, thirty seven seconds," Jude confirmed. "Very fast, that's going to be hard to beat. Sarah, do you want to get Kathy ready?"

Andy led Beth, still in her 'pony' gear, back to the thrones and watched as Sarah prepared Kathy. The intense, if friendly, rivalry between the Dommes insisted that the chains, the tassels and the tails for the three slaves were identical. Well, the tail colours differed inasmuch as they were a match for the relevant slave's real hair, but the butt plugs were all the same, which in terms of how it would handicap the 'pony' was the crucial part.

Kathy was next to go. She was similarly prepared and, with Sarah wielding the riding crop and Andy and Mel following, she managed a very creditable one minute forty-one seconds, which left Beth still in the lead. Then it was Lucy's turn.

Karen was quite surprised to see how eager Lucy was to get into her pony gear. Karen felt that she would have hated every second of it and there was no way she could have taken a butt plug that wide inside her without damage. Lucy, on the other hand, evidently loved it all and had given a little grunt of pleasure as the tail plug had been inserted. Karen was secretly rooting for her friend, not that she had anything against Beth or Kathy, but Lucy was the one she felt closest to. As Lucy set off scampering around the perimeter of the room, Karen could see the watch in Jude's hand and, in particular, the second hand as it raced around the dial. It was going on one minute and thirty seconds as Lucy start along the last wall and, hobbled as she was, she had a long way to go and little time to do it  in. Karen watched as the second hand hit thirty five seconds, thirty six, thirty seven, thirty eight, thirty nine, forty, forty one, forty....

"Home!" Mel cried. "Timekeeper, how's she done?"

"One minute forty two seconds," Jude confirmed.

"Oh, come on!" Mel complained. "Surely she was faster than that."

"One minute forty two seconds," Jude repeated. "So, by my reckoning the winner is Beth and the loser is Lucy. If you ladies will prepare your slaves then we can get to the rewards."

Whilst Sarah and Karen returned to their thrones, Andy and Mel unfastened their respective slaves, although noticeably the tails and tassels stayed attached. Then Beth and Lucy went off to the other room, returning with a strange low bench. This was a wooden bench upholstered in leather and shaped like an irregular cross. There were two pairs of equal arms, one pair of about a foot, and the other maybe three feet long.  Significantly, at the end of the two longer arms were sturdy posts reaching up to a height of four feet with a crossbar between them. Straps and chains hung off almost every bit of it. Without any prompting, Lucy lay down on her back, so that her arms were laid along the two longer arms and her head was resting on one of the shorter arms. This meant that the other arm came to about the small of her back and the rest of her body hung awkwardly off the end. Mel and Andy set to work and in no time the straps were fastened holding her arms and upper body firmly to the bench, with little room for movement.

Then Andy and Mel reached down for Lucy's ankles and, with a ritual 'open wide', they lifted them up and attached them to cuffs on the end of chains attached to tops of the pillars. This lifted and separated Lucy's legs up over her head so that what she presented to the world was her open and exposed groin. Karen could not think of a more lewd position to be in with everything so open and available, but at least now she knew why the bench was called the dentist.

With Lucy now prepared, they turned their attention to Beth. First her hands were fastened behind her back and then a curious arrangement of straps was affixed around her hips. Then Andy and Mel went through to the other room and, after some discussion, returned with a dildo, which, to Karen's inexperienced eyes, seemed enormous. They took it over to Beth and fitted it to the straps around her hips so that it looked as if she had a penis, albeit a particularly well endowed one.

Beth  then knelt down on the floor, and Karen could see why the bench was set at the height it was; when Beth knelt forward the strap-on dildo was aimed exactly at Lucy's groin. Mel reached over and removed the tail from Lucy's backside but, almost immediately, it was replaced by the dildo, guided home by Andy.

At first Karen watched with horrified fascination as the dildo slid in and out of her friend's sphincter. Lucy must surely have been stretched to breaking point and Karen assumed it must hurt abominably. However, after a glance at Lucy's face, Karen was not so sure; it was hard to tell whether her facial contortions were pain or pleasure. What was certain was that Lucy was moving with the rhythm as far as her bonds would allow, that her body appeared to be welcoming this intruder. Beth too had a strange look on her face. In the kitchen she had shown herself to be a kind and understanding person but here she showed no reluctance in anally raping her friend.

As for the others, Andy and Mel were quietly overseeing their charges as if they couldn't quite be trusted to perform unguided. Andy had come round behind Beth and was moving sensuously against her slave, guiding her in and out, keeping the rhythm. Mel had knelt down beside Lucy and was kissing her on the lips whilst her hand played over her body, playing with the tassels on her nipples and straying to her groin.

Kathy too had moved and now sat, like Karen, on her Mistress's knee and Karen could see Sarah's hands deep between her slave's thighs which, to judge by the look on Kathy's face, was far from unwelcome. Jude too was holding Karen tight whilst her fingers played with Karen's nipples, stroking them in time to the rhythm that Beth, or was that Andy, was making. In fact it seemed like all eight women were locked together, as if all eight were feeling the dildo slide back and forth, as if all eight were feeling the ever-increasing sexual tension.

Without in anyway changing the metronomic pulse of her thrusting, Beth was increasing the intensity, pushing harder, pushing deeper and both she and Lucy were vocalising their growing arousal. For Lucy each push ended in a little mew. Karen still couldn't tell if it was pain or pleasure or even both. Beth's cries were earthier and it was evident that as she pushed against the dildo the dildo pushed back.

It was Lucy who broke first. Her mews turned to squeaks turned to cries turned to a shout muffled only by Mel's passionate kiss. Her body bucked and thrust back, straining at the straps that held her. This seemed enough to push Beth over the edge and she too gave a deep cry and thrust her body forward, wriggling her hips so as to wring the best possible sensations from the dildo as it pushed back against her groin. One, twice, three times Beth rammed herself against her friend before falling forward, exhausted.

There was a pause, a long pause, and then the whole room seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Well, I think another round of drinks is in order," Jude said briskly. "slave 'k', would you do the honours?”