New Catherine Dixon\'s Punishment

                            Catherine’s Punishment

                                 Part Four

Chapter one:

        Much as her sister before her, Victoria Preston turned her nose up at the down-market area and looked from her car to the tired looking bookshop across the road. Then she looked back at the couple of rough looking youths who seemed to be hanging around the entrance. Looking at her watch and unaware he had been looking down at her from an upstairs window, Vicky eventually decided she was now late enough to perhaps keep Sean on tenterhooks as to whether she would turn up or not. So after checking her lipstick in the rear view mirror, Vicky collected her handbag and alighted from the car. She smoothed down her white summer dress as she got out of the car.

Despite her earlier thoughts about Sean, the DVD, the website and the ‘contract’ in her purse Vicky had predictably reverted to her long cultivated superior mindset and as she walked confidently across the road, Vicky’s idea was that Sean, with his wonderfully muscular body and huge rampaging cock would become her very secret lover and would, after suitable negotiations of course, be allowed to visit her as and when she required his services. With this agreed and as an act of kindness, Vicky would then inform Sean she would be willing to forgo retribution for his despicable treatment of her.

        As Vicky walked inside the tatty bookshop, Kevin Smith was as ever standing outside the shop with an equally scruffy friend looked her up and down with approval, although having already see her naked body and taken possession of some of her most intimate garments He was going through his regular routine of “sizing up” the various women who entered the shop. Tony “employed” Kevin to keep an eye on the place as well as put the frighteners on certain people always “gave him the nod” when a model arrived, especially the ones Tony wanted frightened and taken down a peg or two, like that bitch Catherine Dixon.

        Well he had certainly sorted out the Dixon bitch and what a great fuck she turned had out to be. Thinking he must pay her another visit Kevin decided the Preston bitch in the white dress now going inside would fit the bill very nicely as well. With her black hair, good face and although a little younger than the Dixon bitch a little fuller of figure with better stacked tits by the looks of it and she also had a good trim ass just ready for a good butt fuck if I ever get the chance, decided Kevin, wondering what kind of stockings she wore under her knee length white dress. 

        In fact, Sean’s last words to Vicky had been that she must wear an all black outfit when she arrived, both outer and underwear but, by wearing a white dress accompanied by a white silk bra and matching panties Vicky’s intention was to make a statement to Sean that she, not he would decide on her attire. Even her tan stockings were “hold ups”, not the garter belt and stockings Sean would obviously expect of her, besides, for some unaccountable reason her set of sheer black lingerie seemed to have disappeared.

        Inside and imperiously looking around the faded bookshop Vicky’s eyes finally came to rest upon the somewhat mousy figure of Tony’s assistant and slave Joan

.”I’m here to see a young man,” began Vicky in her best self-important tone before, as if looking to remind her self of his name by glancing down at a piece of paper. Sean Brady is I believe his name.”

Joan looked across the counter before answering Vicky and  mused upon how much Vicky’s attitude toward her would change if she were given this so obviously arrogant woman for a couple of hours.

        “I see Madam, Sean works in the upstairs office.  I believe he is expecting you so if you would like to go through that door and walk up the stairs I’m sure Sean will be waiting for you.”

        Without even thanking her Vicky haughtily made her way past Joan through the doorway and then on up the stairs leaving Joan to smile and shake her head as she made her way across to the shop entrance. There Joan locked the door before putting up the closed sign and pulling down the window shade, leaving Kevin, still outside the bookshop to curse his luck for normally he would have been inside and raring to go once a bitch like the Preston woman had gone upstairs.     

  After making her own way upstairs Joan settled herself by the monitors in the spare office in time to see Vicky settling into the guest chair opposite Sean, now sitting at Tony’s huge desk who was himself away on business for a few days after giving his blessing to Sean’s request on the proviso Joan would also be involved and to assist if required. An arrangement Sean was only too happy to agree to, and one Tony knew would leave Joan ensuring his own interests would be looked after.

       After Meeting Vicky at the top of the stairs and noting her all white attire Sean had quickly realized she was adopting the same severe persona as when he had first called upon her armed with the bondage photos and DVD’s as Vicky began a well rehearsed speech,

“I’m not going to beat about the bush young man, the fact is you came into my home last week uninvited and armed with those disgusting photos and films you somehow managed to drug me into posing for and after showing me those revolting images you forced me to... to, have...sex with you by beating and blackmailing me!, the fact that my nephew was involved with you is the only reason I haven’t reported you to the police.”

        “So?”

        Having fully expected him to try and wriggle his way out of the situation Vicky was thrown by Sean’s reply. “What do you mean… so? Do you really expect me to keep quiet about this?” she finally retorted. 

        “Sure I beat you a little Vicky, but what guy wouldn’t have after seeing the way you were enjoying it in those films and you loved it when I gave you head, you were even screaming for more remember? And you sucked my cock afterward before we had that great fuck”

“Hell Vicky, you told me you were proud of those films and pictures and that I could keep them and use them on a web site if I wanted to, so long as I didn’t embarrass your family and you even agreed to do some bondage modeling for me, remember?, Jeez Vicky you must do because I even gave you a contract to do the bondage modeling for me!.”

        Vicky couldn’t believe what she was hearing, this was incredible...ridiculous... things were not going at all the way she had planned! “That’s rubbish and you know it,” she cried.” Absolute Rubbish, God for two pins I’d call the police right now!” 

        “Go ahead Vicky.” Not for the first time Sean nonchalantly held out a cell phone toward the stunned mature beauty. From the spare office Joan listened and watched, for her Sean was proving a real star, a great act. He had this stuck up bitch by the proverbial balls and was squeezing hard.

        As for Vicky, all she could do then was to bluster, “I came here in good faith to give you a chance to apologize young man, I was even prepared to let the matter drop and maybe even allow you to visit me again on a… well a more, shall we say… “Friendly” basis but it seems...well it seems you only want to argue the point,” Vicky finished lamely.

        Sean then stood up and walking behind a suddenly apprehensive Vicky said to her.” I seem to recall telling you to dress all in black today Vicky.” 

        “That’s not the point; I dress as I please…and how I please young man.”

        “And I also told you to call me Master.”

        “I’ve had just about enough of your cheek young man, stop this nonsense at once!”

        Suddenly Sean threw a glossy covered photo magazine onto the desk before Vicky and Looking down it was easy for her to see the title.

                                          ”MATURE BONDAGE BABES.”  

        Vicky’s attention though was instantly drawn toward the Magazine’s “cover girl”. A horrifying  photo  of herself , utterly naked save for a tiny scrap of satin constituting her thong covering her pubis as she knelt gagged and handcuffed with her ankles on her hunches in her own lounge posing for the camera with sleepy but pleading eyes.

        “Oh my God,” cried Vicky, softy stunned to silence.

        “It’s a great read Vicky; to start with it will be sold for publication in certain European countries. The photos are from your own website Vicky; they really like this sort of thing over there so we can print thousands of them. They should bring us plenty of money without your family having to see them, just as you asked...hopefully anyway... And of course after the magazines we have the films of you for distribution.”

       Stood behind Vicky, Sean then pressed some remote control buttons and suddenly on the wall a few feet from where she sat a large screen TV flickered into life. To her absolute horror Vicky saw that, superimposed over an image of herself licking the plum like head of a huge cock, the title words,      

     .”VICKY PRESTON BOUND, BEATEN FUCKED & HUMILIATED!”  

        “Oh God, please. Why...Why” Vicky softy whispered. “Why are you doing this to me?”

        But Sean ignored her pleading question and massaging her tense shoulders said, “I told you to come here dressed in black Vicky but you disobeyed me, so now tell me what you are wearing under that dress.”        

Why on earth had she agreed to come here today thinking she could simply bluff her way out of Sean’s threats by becoming once again the domineering forceful woman she so enjoyed portraying? How easily this young man had set her up. “A...bra... stockings... panties...all white,” replied Vicky eventually with her voice almost a whisper, thinking it pointless now to make things worse by repeating her earlier assertion that she would dress as she pleased.

        “Well Vicky, either you strip naked right now or you can go home if you want your web site to go live and for me to email the web address to all your family…and send them a few complementary magazines and films of course!””

Releasing her shoulders Sean stepped back and having no real choice at all Vicky eventually stood and began unbuttoning her white summer dress.

        “Turn and face me,” Sean told Vicky with downcast eyes.

     After turning round to face him Vicky nervously pulled the light material away from her shoulders and by the time she had complied with Sean’s demand, her button through dress was lying in a pool around her ankles. A couple of minutes later and

After a huge amount of will power Vicky was reaching behind to unclasp her bra then remove the white silk garment to reveal the huge yet firm 36 d breasts and large pink nipples Sean remembered so well. 

Having then followed Sean’s instruction that she pass him her white bra, Vicky’s panic stricken eyes were pleading with Sean, but his unspoken reply was to cruelly nod toward her white panties and after a brief pause Vicky was trying as best she could to remove the silken garment with as much remaining dignity as she could muster.

        “Hand them to me Vicky, you won’t need them again,” said Sean and moments later Vicky dejectedly looked on whilst Sean ripped her expensive bra and matching silk panties to shreds. “Now the stockings, pass them to me and then climb up on the desk on your knees Vicky, then spread your legs and rest your ass on your ankles and then hold your hands together behind your neck.”

   Although totally aghast at what Sean was demanding of her and feeling completely humiliated at having her naked body displayed before him, Vicky none the less slowly did Sean’s bidding and soon the raven haired mature beauty was magnificently displayed in all her glory as her naked body knelt on the green leather inlay of Tony’s huge desk. The effect of clasping her hands together behind her neck was to pull Vicky’s huge breasts proudly upright whilst her widely spread knees allowed Sean, sitting before her in the huge swivel chair,  a glorious sight of her raven haired pubic mound.  

       At that moment Sean really couldn’t decide which body he preferred, that of Vicky or that of her sister Catherine. No matter though, for he now owned both sisters and now it was time to make his ownership of her much clearer to Vicky.

  So Sean pushed a button located under the desk and moments later Vicky was astonished to see Joan standing before her, only after Sean’s stern command did Vicky retain her position before, to her astonishment and disbelief, she heard Joan, her arms folded across her chest whilst studying her naked body, telling Sean, “I see what you mean Sean, she’s in good shape, it has a great pair of tits and a firm ass  on it by the look of things, I think we can make good use of her after a few modifications here and there! ”

Vicky had so far kept her famous temper in check during what she saw to be cat and mouse game with Sean and having recalled the sheer pleasure of having her naked body impaled upon his giant cock Vicky was in reality secretly enjoyed having to strip before him, even the indignity of having to climb naked upon the desk and display herself to him had set of a bizarre yet thrilling throbbing between her legs that only

intensified and with Sean studying her submissive pose with great approval, Vicky had thought that for the first time since Sean’s visit to her house it would not be her own fingers slipping between her cunts lips today but his oh so wonderful throbbing weapon!. 

But upon seeing and hearing the mousy woman from downstairs talking about her body in such a  manner Vicky’s anger rose and crossing her arms over her Breasts, her celebrated temper suddenly gave Sean its full vent.

“My God………..what the hell is going on here… give me my clothes at once……..I’m not being spoken about if though I’m, some sort of... Chattel…by this…this madwoman or anybody else……..I’m getting dressed and going home………..my god…what a nerve you have!”

But if Vicky had been expecting some form of contrition from Sean she was to be very mistaken when nodding to Joan her replied.

        “I agree with you there Joan but maybe you discover for yourself just how good a shape she is in.” 

     Completely taken aback by Sean’s indifferent attitude, Vicky was even more astonished when with surprising strength and agility Joan grabbed her by her wrists and then dragged Vicky from where knelt upon Sean’s desk  out of the office and on into the ‘Playroom”

Once inside the ‘playroom, with the terrified Vicky by now  both helpless and breathless, ‘Joan eased herself onto a large black leather couch and seemingly effortlessly threw Vicky over her knees before proceeding to beat the cowering the trembling sister of Catherine Dixon into submission. First using a cruel leather riding crop before time after time spanking the sobbing Vicky with her open palm, deeply humiliating her trapped and helpless prey by repeatedly running her fingers through the crease of Vicky’s bottom cheeks and then downward between her cunt lips, causing alternate groans of both pleasure and pleading to escape from between Vicky’s lips.

All of which was manna from heaven for Joan, who in being the far stronger of the two women had easily coped with Vicky’s initial struggles and protests until, after eventually realizing the futility of struggling against the surprising strength of the much smaller woman Vicky’s struggling protests subsided to low moans of anguish as she found herself incapable of preventing Joan’s  hands from exploring every inch of her, from Vicky’s breasts and nipples, on down to her cunt, buttocks, anus and thighs wandered  Joan’s expert fingers .

Finally, after having alternately punished and then toyed with her body for what seemed an eternity to Vicky her inevitable capitulation was eventually complete

When, with her index finger fully inserted inside her anus and her other fingers exploring the depths of her cunt, Joan pulled Vicky’s tear stained face up toward her own and told her.

“Okay Lady, someone very special is looking forward to meeting you and you had better give me the answer I’m looking for… if you don’t I can keep this up all day if need be…now are you going to be a good girl for me and do exactly what I tell you?” after which Joan recited the exact words she was expecting to hear from Vicky.

Even as she wondered what on earth Joan had meant by telling her ‘someone was looking forward to meeting you’ after having for the past fifteen minutes been subjected to almost every indignity imaginable and with her Ass burning as never before Vicky was by then in no frame of mind to deny anything at all to the smaller woman, whose fingers had discovered all her innermost secrets

“Yes Mistress Joan….I promise I’m going to be a good girl for you” sobbed the humiliated and pained mature beauty………………

Having realized there was no ay she was going to escape this dreadful place and fearful of yet more punishment from her far shorter but far stronger adversary the totally humiliated Vicky had stood before the wall sized mirror whilst Joan prepared her for her ‘meeting’. Preparation which included Vicky suffering the indignity of having Joan dress her in an extremely small set of black leather lingerie, a bra that served no other purpose than so conceal just the very tips of her large breasts and nipples whilst likewise, the same applied to the tiny leather thong which in reality was no more than a tiny triangle of leather with a thin elastic strap dissecting her ass whilst barely concealing her hairy pubic mound.

Only the matching garter belt could have been described as being in any way substantial with its four metal tabs supporting and securing the black lace top seamed stockings encased in a pair of ridiculously high heeled ‘stage’ shoes, giving Vicky an extra six inches in height. After Telling Vicky to stop her constant sniveling Joan had applied liberal amounts of baby oil to very nook and cranny her body before securing padded leather cuffs to the bemused and very alarmed Vicky’s wrists and ankles.

Before securing a red ball gag between Vicky’s lips Joan applied the cosmetics, deep red lipstick, eyes shadow, blushers and face creams were applied to her face by Joan who eventually stood back to allow Vicky, now looking into the wall sized mirror, to see herself as never before and to reflect that the effect of all of Joan’s combined efforts upon was truly nothing less than stunning, Vicky knew she had never looked or felt more desirable but, as Joan then led across to the centre of the ‘playroom’ Vicky shuddered in foreboding, for the only reason for her looking so desirable was that  ‘someone special was looking forward to meeting her’ ……………………..

With her wrists and arms aching and clearly still suffering from her spanking at the hands of Joan, Vicky stared in trepidation at the approaching figure as with her body secured in her X position, she hung suspended in padded leather wrist cuffs clipped to a wide steel bar set into the “dungeon” ceiling beams. Vicky’s ankles, encased in matching leather ankles cuffs, were also spread wide and attached to the ends of a comparable steel bar, thus ensuring every part of her was open to inspection.  

One harsh spotlight shined directly upon Vicky, illuminating her almost naked sheen as she hung there, fully aware her defenseless body was ready and available for whoever had whatever was in store for her…Then finally, after hanging there alone and afraid for what seemed like a lifetime to Vicky, the “who” finally arrived

  Stood opposite Vicky was a balding rather portly and normally smartly dressed figure, who under different circumstances would not have been given a second glance by Vicky. But gone by now was the superior attitude the raven eyes haired mature beauty had first presented to Joan when arriving in the small bookshop. Vicky’s previously well ordered world had been torn apart, first by Sean and then by Joan and Vicky’s apprehensive and fearful eyes  now looked on in abject horror at the figure slowly approaching her through the dimly lit “playroom.”      

Holding a leather ‘cat o nine tails’  and  clad in leather trousers and black leather string vest and with his features hidden behind a studded leather face mask David Yates looked the devil incarnate to Vicky. In fact Tony’s oldest and most reliable “customer” was part of the deal allowing Sean to use his bookshop for the day.

Now Yates stood before his very expensive “purchase.” his eyes smiling behind the leather face mask as his hands reached inside Vicky’s tiny leather bra to take, squeeze and weigh the helpless beauties heavy breasts whilst his thumbs caressed and measured her nipples, thanking the day he had sold his successful business for the small fortune that now provided him with the means to indulge his cruel alter ego. 

We will still be watching you Vicky, remember, any nonsense from you and your web site goes live…..understood?”

Even as she recalled Joan’s final words before she departed, Vicky was unable to prevent herself from shouting muffled protests into her ball gag as her breasts were weighed and fondled, but Yates was smiling contentedly behind his mask of anonymity and ignored her protests, happy in the knowledge he could and would use this mature beauty any way he wished in the knowledge that Joan and Tony’s young assistant would be recording all the action for him.

So what if this beauty was not exactly a willing participant? Breaking in a new bitch was the way Yates liked it and he gladly paid big money for the privilege. Afterward he simply resumed his anonymity of course, but for Yates this one was a rare find, usually he was breaking girls in their late teens or young mothers who simply wanted to make some good money while the kids were at school whilst maybe also having a little fun. Here though, realized Yates, was the reason Tony had doubled his usual asking price, she was the real deal for anxiety and fear were oozing from every part of her sex on legs body to die for. 

‘Well they must have some sort of hold on this obviously refined bitch but that was her problem,’ thought Yates after dropping her Breasts before circling the terrified Vicky’s suspended body like a vulture sizing up its prey, inching closer to her scented all but naked body with every movement.

       So with horrified eyes Vicky could only look on as Yates slipped one hand downward over her stomach. Expecting the worst she shouted renewed protests into her gag as she felt his fingers easily slipping inside her whilst to her horror realizing that she had somehow become wet down there.

        “This bitch must really be gagging for it,” decided a surprised Yates before, with his hard throbbing cock strained against the leather trousers, moving around behind the “X” spread naked figure of Victoria Preston. Cupping her breasts from behind this time, Yates pushed himself very close to her, His body pushed against hers, his face against hers, his tongue and lips tasting Vicky’s soft naked shoulder as he whispered to the petrified beauty.

“Your  mine now Vicky, I’ve paid big money to be your first client so you had better make sure I enjoy it. Otherwise you stay right here while I beat the shit out of you and then fuck you over and over again until you make me believe you love it!”

        Vicky was shell shocked. “Oh my God, this monster is going to rape me…. but what was he talking about, client? ’ What the hell is happening to me, what is Sean doing to me?”

        Yates softly whispered yet brutal words had caused the stunned and bemused Vicky to scream into her gag and shake her body in her desperate yet futile attempt to escape her bondage as the implications of Yates words sank in. Sean obliviously intended to use her, to sell her body for sex to disgusting perverts such as the one at this moment openly exploring her body!

        “Oh my God why did I ever come here today? How stupid of me to think I could control that young monster. All the time he intended to blackmail me, use me, oh my God, to sell me! He only wants to sell me for sex!”

But as she felt the sudden sheering pain of his whip landing upon her already sore buttocks Vicky realized that at that moment Yates also had other plans for Vicky as he began to very slowly and very deliberately lay the whip across every exposed inch of her quivering body.

In fact the whip, although in essence a very cruel looking device, had been designed more to reduce a victims self esteem rather than to inflict serious damage upon them and it was the fear in Vicky’s eyes that Yates loved to see rather than weal’s from the whip and once he had completed his rather enjoyable task he would as usual be asking the question.

“Nod you head if you want me to remove the gag while I fuck you….any complaints though and it goes straight back on and I take a real whip to your Ass…understand?” 

As had every other girl before her, all of them fully aware they were about to be fucked whatever the case, Vicky nodded her head in understanding before suddenly, Yates expert knowing fingers were parting Vicky’s sex lips, exploring her and pulling the soft flaps aside before one finger found Vicky’s little nub of gristly pleasure, causing the incensed yet helpless woman to gasp in unwanted but yet undeniable pleasure.

Then to her horror Vicky suddenly became aware of the unwanted invader that was the hot tip of Yates throbbing cock now nestling into the warm moist valley between her cunt lips.

        As he slowly entered her Yates knew the Viagra tablet he had taken earlier would keep his thick long cock rock solid for hours. Always having been proud of its size, Yates, despite his less than Adonis type features, was proud also of his well practiced ability to use it well and was totally confident that even many somewhat less than obliging “first timers” such as this one had ultimately succumbed to the unwanted yet unquestionable pleasure the skilful use of his throbbing nine inch monster created inside them. And despite her combined anger and revulsion Vicky was to prove to be no exception to this rule.

        Unable to prevent Yates from entering her, the mature beauty could do nothing but hang there in her bondage the monster cock while slipped fraction by fraction inside her, filling her, expanding as like never before. Still pulling Vicky’s cunt lips aside Yates, unhurriedly pushed his way into her, the huge head of his throbbing cock touching and pushing the walls of her cunt as if wanting to feel and sense every single part of her vagina.

Vicky gasped repeatedly to the joint ministrations of Yates cock and to the attentions of his skilful fingers until finally; only when he could go no further, only when he had filled her completely did Vicky realize that Yates had ceased his thrusting and that her body was impaled upon a giant cock with no possible means of release, that she was filled as never before, that she was simply a vessel for this man’s pleasure.

        And there, deep inside Vicky’s throbbing cunt, comfortable in the knowledge the Viagra would sustain him Yates had remained, his huge cock throbbing ceaselessly inside Vicky while his hands and fingers took the time to explore every part of her.

This naturally brought forth yet more involuntary gasps of pleasure from between he lips of the mature beauty as Yates alternated between breasts, nipples, stomach, thighs and cunt lips until Yates eventually began a long slow pumping of Vicky’s already wet and by now throbbing cunt,  continually teasing her by almost pulling out before gradually filling her again, each time causing Vicky, with her eyes now closed, to gasp in pleasure until, stopping again deep inside her Vicky was aware of Yates whispering again. “Grip it Vicky, grip your Master’s cock!”

     Although being unthinkable only minutes ago, Vicky’s response was her sudden and spontaneous gripping of Yates with her virginal muscles. 

        “Now keep it like that as I fuck you.”

        Again Vicky found herself obeying Yates, gripping him as he slowly fucked her and before long was feeling the first stirrings of a massive orgasm, but that was to be Yates decision, not her own and Vicky’s frustration was noticeable when he came to rest again just between her cunt lips.

        “You only come when I allow you to” Yates humiliatingly informed Vicky who was fully aware she was trying in a most wanton manner to impale herself upon Yates each time he rested at her entrance.

Then Yates was pushing inside Vicky once again in a process he kept up for a good thirty minutes, time after time leaving the mature beauty frustratingly craving for release as each touch of his fingers upon her breasts and cunt lips shot through her like a bolt of lightning.

        Just as she was once again on the verge of orgasm Vicky suddenly opened her eyes and there the fully dressed figure of Sean stood, only inches from her, smiling triumphantly.

Having earlier been primed for Sean’s entrance, Yates held Vicky by the hips and continued to fuck her hard, his throbbing cock again bringing her to the very edge and despite everything Vicky found herself greedily sucking upon the two fingers Sean pushed between her lips while his other hand, after toying with her rock hard nipples dropped into his pocket.

        “You’re, my property now Vicky, you belong to me, as from now you do what I tell you, when I tell you, you wear what I tell you to wear and you fuck whoever I tell you to fuck!” said the smiling Sean.

        Vicky eyes widened in disbelief upon hearing Sean’s cruel statement, but nonetheless with Yates still fucking her steadily her orgasm mounted after only a brief pause she continued sucking Sean’s fingers. She was though unaware of the

Crocodile nipple clamp Sean was placing over her nipple until the cruel clamp bit into the engorged appendix causing her to shudder in pain, almost biting down on Sean’s fingers in her mouth in her desperate attempt to scream a plea for Sean to remove the painful device.

        But then Sean causally applied the matching clamp, attached to its twin by a longish metal chain, to Vicky’s other nipple, dismissing her desperate pleading while Yates continued fucking her from behind.

        “Look into my eyes and keep sucking my fingers Vicky, from now on you earn the right to be treated well.” Whether through pain, fear, or more likely because Yates was pumping her so furiously and with her onrushing orgasm, Vicky’s pain filled eyes looked into those of Sean and she resumed her finger sucking just as Yates throbbing probing cock pushed her over the edge.

        “Keep looking at me!” demanded Sean of the now wild eyed mature beauty, his fingers deep inside her mouth while his other hand pulled on the chain connecting her nipple clamps. The pain in her tits continued as the Yates unspent cock pushed Vicky over the edge of climax time and time again.

Sean was happy in the knowledge they had yet more film of Vicky performing. For the time being at least he was satisfied with her obedience and pulled his fingers from between Vicky’s greedy lips before abruptly departing the “playroom” signaling to Yates he may now use her as he wished.

Back inside the office Sean’s eyes went straight to the large TV monitor dominating one side of the room to see that Yates’s had now removed Vicky from the suspension bar and that now completely naked, she was on her knees servicing his still rampant cock with her mouth.

“I seem to recall her being pretty good at that” laughed Sean.

“She needs to be Sean” replied Joan” “Yates will be taking his allotted three hours with her, you can be sure of that………her cunt will be sore for a week Sean”

“Well after that she gets pierced and ringed just like her sister….then we give her another week before putting her to work Joan”  …………………..

Chapter Two:

        Saddened by the need to have to lock her bedroom door Catherine Dixon sat before her dressing table mirror applying the final touches of makeup to her still beautiful face. Still naked from her bath Catherine’s worried features pondered again on what the forthcoming evening held in store for her. Tony’s summons to a lunch meeting and his “request” in reality being a non negotiable order had left Catherine once again in no doubt as to her new status in life and still reeling from the events in Dan’s bedroom Catherine wondered just how much more confused her troubled life could possibly become.

Dressing in the obligatory black lingerie and little black dress Catherine was at least thankful that Dan’s demand that his own Mother now keep him informed of all her movements tonight coincided with him having to attend football practice. No doubt she would be quizzed later on but for now at least she had a little privacy which was just as well, for having worn a bra day and night for the past two weeks it enabled Catherine to continue hiding from Dan the three large gold rings now adorning her nipples and pubic mound.

Despite their near intimacy both Catherine and Dan had been seemingly embarrassed in each others company since that evening, simply being pleasant with each other in passing. 

This was despite the fact that upon returning from the afternoon spent suspended in Tony’s playroom she had lied to Dan by telling him she had spent the evening with his Aunt Victoria. Surprisingly and perhaps even a little disappointedly for Catherine, Dan had neither questioned her nor passed comment about her disarranged attire when she had returned home.

Catherine’s totally unexpected and astonishing piercing, had, along with her bruised ego, healed over the past couple of weeks to the extent that there was no longer any pain when she twirled the gold bands around her nipples and pubis and that Joan had been quite sincere in telling Catherine just how sensitive these erogenous zones would become for it seemed it sometimes required just the slightest of touches to her rings to ignite a very familiar warm throbbing between her legs.   

        Stepping into the tiny black thong, black suspender belt and matching stockings, secretly bought only that morning Catherine wondered just how she would cope with meeting Peter again. Given that the last meeting had resulted in her having to take all of his and his friend’s sperm in her every orifice.  

        After telling Catherine that tonight Peter would not be entertaining his friends Tony then assured Catherine it was simply that he had been taken with her and that

As a single father he wanted her to be his companion on the occasion of a special birthday dinner he had organized for his twin sons who were coming up on their sixteenth birthdays. It was a prelude to a larger party the following day and Catherine would, Tony assured her, merely be expected by Peter to play the part of his companion, as hostess for the evening.

“But” Tony had gone on to warn Catherine in no uncertain terms. “I do hope you are not going to be boringly naive Catherine, We have spent a lot of time and money training you and If Peter tells you to jump you jump, you are his for the evening…that’s all you need to know, is hat understood Catherine”?

Knowing she had no option but to obey Tony, Catherine had nodded her head but As she now looked at her watch to see that it would be another fifteen minutes before the car collected her, Catherine wondered whether Tony had been telling her the truth, but the simple was fact was that a strange mixture of fear of exposure, fear of Tony and Sean and, yes, her own sense of exhilaration and excitement would always ensure her compliance.

Studying herself in the full length bedroom mirror Catherine was more than aware of just how stunning and desirable she looked…and felt if truth were told, the sparkle in her eyes was testament to that as she studied her curvaceous figure clad in the sexiest of little black dress’s and luxurious long blonde hair cascading over her bare shoulders. As she thought of what lay beneath her dress Catherine even suppressed a little giggle in thinking her tiny black lingerie barely concealing the gold rings over her nipples and pubis would surely give many an unsuspecting admirer a heart attack!  

Then the doorbell was ringing and eventually Catherine made her way downstairs to open the door to see the familiar figure of Peter’s chauffer   smiling approvingly at her before telling Catherine.

“You are looking even more spectacular than before if I may say so Madam” 

A few minutes later and sat comfortably in the rear of the large limousine sipping a Gin and Tonic Charles had already prepared for her Catherine ventured a question that been on her mind since her meeting with Tony.

Peter’s twin sons Charles, what are they like?

“A pair of young rogues spoilt rotten by my employer in my opinion madam, their Mother walked out on the family a couple of years ago, it left them feeling very bitter toward her and with my employer being so busy I’m afraid that these days they rule the roost so to speak and it’s a case of what they want they get” suddenly Peter’s eyes met those of Catherine through the rear view mirror and sending a shiver of apprehension and foreboding through her continued

“Not only do they get what they want but they also get who they want Madam”

After having been warmly greeted at the door Peter who had then introduced his twin boys to Catherine who from the onset had the distinct impression the tall youngsters were more  interested in her body than was really appropriate, but Peter had then apologized for the lack of staff present but assured her the stern looking middle aged east European looking woman Peter introduced as ‘Olga’ would be taking care of them for the evening and so  during the Dinner served by Olga, Catherine had  played the perfect hostess to Peter and his young sons, actively engaging in conversation with the Peter and the young boys during the pleasant dinner.

In fact so much was she enjoying the equally pleasant conversation it came as some surprise to Catherine when, as Olga was about to clear away the last of the dinner things,  Peter had stopped her and asked the stern looking woman.

“Well Olga, what do you think of our beautiful hostess tonight/?

“Well Sir” replied Olga “She is indeed very beautiful but if I may say so perhaps a little too well rounded, in my opinion the lady would benefit from a little more exercise”

A little taken aback by these comments Catherine was even more so when Peter replied “Perhaps you are right Olga, therefore I suggest you supervise Mrs. Dixon’s extra training by showing her how to clear the table”   

        Acutely embarrassed but with no real option, Catherine, under Olga’s supervision had indeed carefully cleared the dining table before following her into the kitchen where Olga then instructed Catherine how to put the crockery in the large dishwasher, but when turning to return to the dining room Catherine was surprise to see Olga blocking her way, in her hands a rather familiar leather collar and leash.

“The Master thought you looked very fetching when wearing this on your previous visit and so he has asked me place this around your neck and then lead you back into the dining room Madam” 

Five minutes later, after having been subjected to thorough examination of all her bodily parts by the forceful ‘Olga’ Catherine was led back into the Dining room before removing her high heeled shoes and climbing upon the dinner table in her little black dress.

Standing there in full view of Peter and his twin sons Catherine was somewhat taken aback when Peter then produced a long thin bamboo cane. Laying it on the table before him and looking up to Catherine Peter, then said,

“The dress my dear, please remove the dress, after which you may link your hands together behind your neck”  ”

        Only a few months ago Catherine would have been shocked to the core at being

spoken to in such a manner before a middle aged man’s sons but with her combined experiences with Sean, Tom, Tony and yes, even her own son Dan, not to mention the man holding the cane and his friends, she was not really surprised at this new turn of events, indeed by then the mature beauty was fully aware that one way or another her dress would very soon be removed anyway.

So Catherine now found herself to be thinking more as a woman carrying out a paid assignation than middle aged innocent. Even so she was rather concerned as to the purpose behind Peter’s instruction than the actual removal of her clothing.

Was she to be beaten with the cruel and painful looking cane by Peter as some kind of demonstration to his sons? If so it would pay her not to antagonize Peter lest he punish her more severely, thought Catherine...

So with as much dignity as it was possible for a middle aged woman to assume before two young boys, Catherine reached behind her back, unzipped and then slowly removed her little black dress, leaving herself standing on the dining table in her stocking clad feet with only her black silky bra, tiny thong and its matching garter belt covering any remaining modesty whilst fully aware that Peter’s young son’s were eying her in both appreciation and no little amusement.

Then Peter, cane in hand, stood beside Catherine and as she linked hands behind her neck he began to tap his cane lightly upon her bottom. 

        “Mrs. Dixon may be quite a bit older than both of you, but she is still very beautiful, would you not agree boys?” asked Peter of his sons.

His intention to humiliate Catherine by using her married name before these boys succeeded when Catherine’s face turned scarlet as both David and Mark voiced their agreement.  But despite her humiliating position Catherine was unable suppress her sense of pride at still being found desirable, even to young men such as these two, but her concern now was just how far they were planning to take their admiration of her.

        “Now my Dear” said Peter, once again tapping Catherine’s bottom lightly with his cane. 

“My sons Mother decided to leave us a few years ago and therefore they have not had the benefit of having a female in the family. As a result they have had nobody to provide, shall we say a template from which they could gain information about the opposite sex, therefore Catherine, on the occasion of their birthday I want you to explain to Mark and David the name and purpose of each area of your body I point to with my cane., I’m sure you know me well enough by now to realize that should you show any reluctance to do so then retribution will be swift to follow and I will first punish you with this cane myself before allowing Mark and David to do likewise. Now then, you will now call me “Sir” from now onward, do you understand Catherine,” 

        “Yes Sir” Catherine whispered after a short hesitation, realizing was about to be humiliated beyond belief but had no option but to comply with Peter.

        “Good girl Catherine, you will commence by explaining to my son’s what this is and its purpose,” said Peter, lightly tapping Catherine’s bra with his cane. ”Oh, and please ensure you retain eye contact with both Mark and David at all times and answer their questions promptly and honestly Catherine.”

        “Oh God...it’s, this is my bra...it’s used for... for supporting my, my breasts,” managed the acutely embarrassed Catherine as her eyes flicked from boy to boy, her face now more scarlet then ever.

        “Why is it black Mrs. Dixon, do you have other bras of different colors?” asked Mark.

        “It’s black because, well…. because it’s part of a set I suppose...and I, well I think your father wanted me to wear a black bra tonight. I think...of course I have others, and they are different colors of course.”

        “You say it supports your breasts Mrs. Dixon so please remove you bra and show us how they look without it,” demanded David whose young voice brooked no argument.

        David’s request was quite obviously a demand which left Catherine looking lamely down at Peter to see him nodding in agreement with David, so with no option but to comply with David Catherine reached behind her back and embarrassingly unclasped the silky black garment, then crossing her arms over the shoulder straps lowered the straps until only her arms underneath her breasts prevented Catherine’s bra from falling away from her body.

        Peter’s cane landed harshly upon Catherine’s bottom, giving her due warning of what he saw as her obvious disobedience, and so a duly admonished Catherine allowed the silky garment to fall to the table around her feet before instinctively covering her naked breasts with her crossed hands.

        “Your arms if you please Catherine,” said Peter who then once again gave her bottom a harsh tap of his cane. Instantaneously Catherine linked her hands together behind her head, leaving her large breasts standing proudly to attention before Mark and David’s appreciative gaze.

        “Hey Dad, Mrs. Dixon has rings in her!” exclaimed an excited Mark.

        “She most certainly does Mark, but before we talk about those it’s time Mrs. Dixon explained to you just what those things are she was hiding behind her bra, please cup them in your hands Catherine, and explain to the boys please. And don’t

Forget to tell them all about the little pink bit’s on the end and what they are for,” said Peter who then gave Catherine another taste of the cane on her bottom, causing her to jump forward a little before cupping her breasts. 

        “These are my...my breasts,” began Catherine, unsure of exactly how she could describe her bosoms before suddenly thinking she may yet be able to turn things around and embarrass these boys instead of herself.

“And, well every woman has them, mine got bigger after childbirth. I suppose it’s because they contained the milk that fed my babies. Then of course I have my nipples, the little pink buds on the end of my breasts, they were used by my babies to feed themselves on the milk in my breasts.”

        “Oh yes, so how did your babies get the milk through your nipples Mrs. Dixon?  David then asked Catherine

        “I err, well, they had to suckle them.”

        “Suckle what Mrs., Dixon?” Mark demanded of Catherine, who was then having second thoughts about her tactic.

        “My...my nipples,” replied Catherine lamely.

        “So if I were to suckle your nipples would I get milk out of them Mrs. Dixon.” David asked again.

        “Err, well no, you see I would not be, well...” replied Catherine, realizing things were not going at all how she had hoped.

        “Lactating, is that the word you are looking for Mrs. Dixon, it’s because you are not pregnant, is that correct?” 

        Catherine was having great difficulty in retaining the eye contact demanded of her and the problem soon intensified when Mark said to her.

        “So if David and I were to suckle your nipples when you are not pregnant or lactating just what would happen then Mrs. Dixon? How would your nipples react? Aren’t they called erogenous zones and don’t they get bigger and grow hard when they are played with?”

        Oh God though Catherine, looking down at Peter with pleading eyes. Obviously when Peter simply smiled up at her while bending the cane in his hands she knew she had to continue this bizarre question and answer session, come what may. “I, well I suppose, but, well it would depend upon how gentle you were or how I, well if I, well wanted you to do it.”

        “And what about the rings in your nipple Mrs. Dixon, who put them there and why?” asked David.

        “I, well, I suppose I had it done because it seems to be the fashion these days, that’s all, they were put there by a professional who does it all the time.”

        “Okay then Mrs. Dixon,” began Mark, “let’s see what happens when you play with your own nipples, pull them for us, pinch them and move your rings around your nipples.”

        This of course was the last thing Catherine wanted to do, for she had already become wet and was throbbing between her legs, evidence enough that simply being subjected to sexual humiliations such as these aroused her.

Catherine now realized Peter’s actual purpose for inviting her that evening was only just beginning, so eventually, looking down at Mark and David, Catherine gently held her nipples between thumb and forefingers and slowly beginning to rub and pull.

Soon Catherine’s arousal was evident as her nipples grew ever larger and ever harder. Even as she did this Catherine was unable to prevent her self from speculating as to whether or not David and Mark were virgins. Was that what Peter had planned? Was she to be their first? Would she have to take Mark and David, both the same age as her own son, inside her? Would they penetrate her before, oh God, before Dan?

        For all she knew it could have been seconds, minutes or hours she had been kept there, playing first with her nipples and then her gold nipple rings before eventually Catherine was told to describe her thong and to explain to the boys just what it hid before removing the tiny black silky garment, thus allowing David and Mark, standing beside her by now, to inspect her most intimate of areas and for them to then gasp in surprise upon seeing the gold ring just above her cunt lips.

“Wow Dad, Mrs. Dixon has even got a ring down there” David exclaimed to his smiling Father who now new what Tony had meant when informing him he had lined up a ‘very special ‘surprise’ for Catherine’s visit.

As the boys studied her closely, the then all but naked Catherine  obeyed Peter’s instruction that she part her very moist cunt lips and it was in total embarrassment that Catherine displayed the inner folds of her cunt lips to the boys before obeying Peter’s instruction by dropping to her knees before them.

“Wow, is that your cunt Mrs. Dixon, tell me what I could do with it?  By then Catherine fully realized that trying to describe her body parts in a clinical manner was a pointless exercise.

“I…….well yes Mark, but it’s my Vagina though”

“Well I’m going to call it your cunt Mrs. Dixon and make sure you do as well, but you still haven’t told me what I can do with you cunt ” replied Mark.

“I…err, well, you can…could, well make love to it…err…to me err…with it”

“What with Mrs. Dixon?” asked David continuing with the humiliating game he and Mark had planned earlier…humiliating for Catherine that is.

“Well…with…you’re…. Err your Penis David…..oh god….you put it in my…..cunt.

“Ok we are getting somewhere now but it’s not my penis it’s my cock Mrs. Dixon, I want you say that then tell me exactly how you would put my cock inside your cunt if I were lying down”

“Oh God….well…I…well I would have to, well kneel astride you I suppose….and then…well I err, I suppose I would hold your err….cock and guide it into me…with my hand”

“So you put what into what Mrs. Dixon?"

……..”I well….err… I would put you cock into my cunt”

“That sounds fantastic to me Mrs. Dixon, maybe we can even try it later but when I’m ready to come what happens then, do I shoot my load up into your cunt like I do when I’m jerking off?

Catherine desperately wanted to tell the boys that no, she would not allow that to happen but something told her not to and instead replied.

“Yes………I err…I suppose you would come in my cunt David

“Wow that sounds great Mrs. Dixon….and if I did that would we be making a baby together”

“Oh my God No!” gasped Catherine, horrified at the idea of becoming pregnant by a sixteen year old boy. “Oh god No….I take a special pill so that it can’t happen”

“But we can make a baby together if my Father tells you to stop taking this pill can’t we Mrs. Dixon? Replied David far more harshly than before.

All Catherine could do was to look beseechingly up toward the uncompromising figure of Peter who merely told the mature blonde mother to answer his son’s question and tell him exactly how it would happen.

“Oh my god, yes…. I suppose so, you, err…if you were to err, ejaculate you err sperm into my err…cunt without me taking my pills then well….in theory you could…would make me pregnant with your baby” replied the horrified and acutely embarrassed Catherine.

“And if we make a baby together then I could suckle the milk from one of your nipples while our baby suckles the other one, couldn’t I Mrs. Dixon?” 

“Oh God, well…err…I suppose so David” replied Catherine uneasily.

“Hey…..what about me!” interjected Mark. “Do I get some as well or would I have to wait until I make a baby with Mrs. Dixon until after she has yours David?

Catherine was by then Hoping against hope that Peter had no intention of forcing her to stop taking the pill……….but what if that were to be the case? What if that were the real reason she had been bought here tonight?

The repercussions of her giving birth to just one these boy’s babies were unthinkable, let alone her being used for breeding purposes for the pair of them in quick succession!

“Yeh, how about it Dad, it would be great fun if both me and Mark made babies with Mrs. Dixon” chipped in David glancing up at his father who smiled approvingly

“Well see boys and I’m sure your own kids would turn out to be as clever as you boys” Answered Peter noncommittally whilst smiling down at the horror-struck naked Blonde Mother.  Then piling on the agony for her Peter continued.

“Of course having already had one son and a daughter Mrs. Dixon will be well suited to breeding you own kids”

A shell shocked Catherine was totally unaware the boy’s apparent desire to make her pregnant was in fact no more than another subject they had, along with their father, decided to discuss with her beforehand.

In fact at the time Catherine Dixon was far too valuable a commodity to be used for breeding purposes and so Peter had no intention of allowing any such thing to happen….at least whilst she was of use to him, after that…..well boys will be boys, mused Peter, but for the time being the implied threat of his boys making her pregnant was enough to ensure Catherine Dixon was now in more fear of  Him than anybody else….besides there were other ways in which the boys could achieve their desire to ‘suckle her’  

“That sounds great Dad, maybe we can do that with her sometime, but right now my brother wants to inspect your ass Mrs. Dixon so turn around and show it to us” said David.

Right the Catherine was more than willing to do just that and more if it meant escaping any more of David’s thoughts about his wanting to ‘make a baby’ with her  so without any hesitation Catherine was very shortly kneeling nose down on the dining table with the fingers of both hands spreading her shapely buttocks until her puckered Anus was clearly visible to them.

Now it was Mark this time taking up the extremely sexually charged questioning.

“Wow, that’s a fantastic looking little hole Mrs. Dixon and I know what it’s usually used for of course, but have you ever been ‘Assfucked’ I think they call it?......Oh and be sure you call me by my name each time you answer me and describe exactly how that happens Mrs. Dixon”

Of course with the boys father having already done exactly that and much more besides to her Anus, as humiliating as it may be for her Catherine was no in no position to answer Mark with anything but the truth.

“I err, well yes Mark…I have been………..assfucked…….I…well…….I kneel down I suppose and. well………..taken from behind I suppose”

“By what?” mark demanded determined to extract every ounce of humiliation from Catherine.

“Well…………by a…a cock…………..going into my Anus…..Mark”.

“Sounds good to me Mrs. Dixon……….but do you like it as well?

Knowing there was very little to be gained in denying it Catherine lamely answered that she did indeed enjoy being Assfucked.

“Yes Mark………I suppose I do enjoy being Assfucked”  

“That’s good Mrs. Dixon because I’m going to Assfuck you later, but before then you must tell me exactly what happened the very first time you are assfucked, every little detail!” 

Strangely, where Catherine should have been experiencing her most devastating feelings of shame and embarrassment, the very opposite suddenly arose, for in her minds eye Catherine was recalling her very first time, the time of Sean Brady’s second visit to her home.

Of how ,bound,  gagged and almost  naked, Sean had led her on a tour of her own home, of how he had punished her in her son’s bedroom before leading then her into her own bedroom where she had knelt before him and kissed his enormous manhood and of kneeling her upon the bed as he slipped his huge beautiful cock between her willing and sopping cunt lips then of the awful pain of…………………but suddenly something was once again toying with Catherine’s cunt lips and her Anal entrance, but this time Peter was using the soft leather hoop end of a horse whip, an implement that very soon pushed its way deep inside her cunt, driving Catherine on to new highs if sexual fervor.

“Tell us Catherine” Peter demanded whilst pushing his horse whip deep into her Anus and unable to stop herself, Catherine suddenly began reciting those very same events she had experience with Sean Brady to Mark, his brother David and their Father.

“Oh god………….. I was……I was kneeling on my bed Mark………  I was handcuffed and almost naked apart from my stockings……….  My….my oh god my nipples were clamped and he…….he………..slowly forced his cock into my Anus………oh god…it was so painful I screamed….but he just told me to accept it………to grip his cock with my Anal muscles….and I did……and after a while the pain went and……oh god he kept plunging his cock into my Anus until ….until the pain had gone…and I was pushing back onto him until suddenly……he took away the nipple clamps…………..it was so painful………then the pain went…….and..Oh.. God as he was shooting his seed into me I came over and over again with his huge cock buried deep inside my Anus!”

Suddenly Catherine collapsed upon the dining table and her whole body shook in a spasm of orgasm before Peter ordered her to again kneel upon the table facing them.

   In fact Catherine was still totally sexually energized and needed little encouragement to place the fingers of one hand over her nipples while toying with her gold ringed cunt lips with the other.

Then as she threw back her head in helpless sexual fervor Catherine tried to obey Peter’s instruction that she retain eye contact with both David and Mark, alternately glancing at them as they stood either side of her naked body before the blow from Peter’s cane came, just as Catherine felt the stirrings of another orgasm, causing her to yelp in alarm.  

        “That was a wonderful display Catherine; I think you are by now aware of why you are here tonight, don’t you?” Peter Demanded.

        Of course she understood, for by then Catherine had fully accepted she was here to be used by Mark and David, that she was perhaps to be their first, that Soon they would lay her on the table and take her with their strong young bodies, but still Catherine was not ready to simply agree with Peter. 

        That she would eventually fuck these boys was now beyond doubt. That she would be paid for that act was certain, but she Catherine still had her pride. She was no common whore and Peter would have to order her to comply through threat of

Punishment, a punishment that was quick to arrive in the form of two harsh blows from Peter’s cane, along with his demand she continue to pleasure herself. So doing just that and watching Mark and David return to their chairs, Peter’s next words shook Catherine rigid.

        “Shortly my sons will enjoy a massive birthday party Catherine. I want them to celebrate properly with no hang ups about sex with girls of their own social standing. Therefore, you Catherine, being of a good social standing yourself, will now use all your skills to seduce my son’s, you will use all your knowledge, and take them together. Kiss them, strip them and use your tongue on every part of them before guiding them into you...into every part of you Catherine, do you understand.” 

        Never in her wildest imaginings had Catherine thought she would ever be in a situation such as the one before her now. Gone would be any lingering pretense that she was merely an innocent victim. That she was forced to provide a sordid sexual outlet for wealthy men by the use of continued blackmail and beatings.

These threats were still there of course, but now she was expected to offer herself freely instead of passively receiving, so telling herself it was to avoid a beating, Catherine continued to toy with her body. Knowing in reality her own enjoyment was near fever pitch, her eyes strayed to the so obvious bulges hidden behind the trousers of Mark and David and at  that moment with her fingers rubbing her love button, Catherine thought they looked so fresh, so young, so clean, so, so inviting...so much like Dan!” 

        “Yes Sir, I understand,” whispered Catherine eventually.

        Two hours later and Catherine was yet again on her knees, this time looking up into David’s eyes while taking his young throbbing cock deep into her throat. She had done just what Peter had demanded of her for At the same time David’s brother Mark was kneeling behind the naked mature beauty, his own hard and throbbing cock buried deep inside Catherine’s by now well used anus.

        Of course, having experimented with girls from a young age, Peter’s sons were in no way virgins. However that was the game, the game the boys had wanted for the evening and obviously their father had been in wholehearted agreement with the idea. Only much later, after an hour of “seducing” them, when the boys began using upon her the kind of techniques only a sexual predator would understand, did Catherine realize that once again she had been fooled and humiliated………………………………..

Chapter Three

Having at David’s command slipped from the dining table Peter watched Catherine’s naked bottom swaying deliciously from side to side as the already aroused and naked beauty then crawled across the room to where David and Mark sat side by side upon a large leather sofa whilst, despite her state of arousal, wondering how she would, “seduce” these two teenagers.

Then, looking up into their eyes Catherine, suddenly saw in her minds eye images not of David and Mark but of Sean and Dan sitting there side by side upon the large sofa and moments later she eased she her naked body between the parted legs of David/Sean, once there to kiss the teenager full on the lips before pushing her tongue deep into his mouth and find his own willing  tongue before a bolt of lightning suddenly hit Catherine when David’s fingers found and toyed with the large gold rings upon her very hard very erect nipples.

Pushing out one arm Catherine’s hand then found the face of Mark/Dan and soon her fingertips began caressing his face, lips and chin before slowly trailing her fingers down over his neck, chest and stomach to find the huge hard bulge beneath his slacks, there to begin a very slow back and forth rubbing motion upon the cock of Mark/Dan while feeling the still covered cock of David/Sean throbbing against her naked stomach.

        As these two strong young men jointly groaned with pleasure to her ministrations Catherine realized for the first time the awesome power she wielded.

That she, a mature Mother of two, could exert such power over these boys was at that moment awesome confirmation of a  palpable sexuality she in some way exuded. Wishful thinking or not Catherine became more adventuress and as she began passionately kissing each boy in turn her hands unbuttoned each of the boy’s shirts in turn before then pulling at their belts, unbuckling each in turn before lowering their zippers and greedily extracting each boy’s cock from within the confines of their underwear.

All this time Mark/Dan and David/Sean added to Catherine’s own pleasure as their roving hands explored every last inch of her naked body and before long Catherine was lowering her head onto Mark’s pulsating cock, pushing her tongue into its wet salty slit before her lips pushed the foreskin all the way down its large bulbous head whilst all the while continuing to massage David’s/Sean’s throbbing cock with her other hand. 

      Suddenly Catherine was aware of Peter’s thin whippy cane exploring the outer edges of her cunt lips.  Peter then began pushing his cane Up and down her soaking wet petals until with a gasp from Catherine he pushed the tip of his cane deep inside her cunt to begin a back and forth sawing motion, fucking Catherine’s soaking wet cunt with his cane, pleasuring and driving her onto ever faster and firmer slurping

upon Mark/Sean’s cock until, unable to prevent himself,  the young man began groaning with pleasure and with his hands now gripping either side of her head Catherine was  suddenly tasting his hot salty cum splattering the back of her throat before Mark’s whole body jerked upward, pushing his out of control cock deep into Catherine’s mouth as he pumped abundant spurts of his hot salty seed deep into her throat.

        Almost gagging against the sheer volume of hot semen in her throat Catherine was forced to swallow every drop of Mark’s juices and with the contents of his balls now in Catherine’s stomach, Mark/Sean’s body finally relaxed as he slumped back down upon the sofa, leaving the kneeling Catherine, whilst still holding onto Mark’s deflating member, to turn her attentions to David/Dan, but just as Catherine’s tongue pushed into David’s slit she became aware of Peter’s  index finger pushing through her deliciously exposed naked bottom and on into her tight little anal hole, lubricating it’s closed entrance with Catherine’s own copious juices by running his fingertip around her puckered little hole, a sensation Catherine found not at all unpleasant as she ran her tongue around the slit and tip of Marks throbbing cock.

        Whilst continuing to fuck Catherine with the cane, Peter gradually pushed his fingertip against tight Catherine’s tight little entrance probing her anus little by little before, despite her body’s natural reaction to close her sphincter, Peter’s wet fingertip  pushed its way past her lubricated entrance and as Catherine gasped at the intruding finger wriggling ever deeper into her rectum, Peter’s lips were at her ears, whispering, “I’m making sure your ass is well prepared for your next party trick Catherine, make sure it’s a good one and take them both at once!”  

       As Peter’s finger wormed its way around deep inside her rectum, stretching and lubricating her, his  words, and deeds left Catherine in no doubt as to what was expected of her assuming of course the boys be able to revive themselves. None the less Catherine worked with relish upon what she now saw as her son’s wonderful cock by sucking, licking, tasting and running her mouth up and down, taking “Dan” to the back of her throat and holding him there as long as she could before repeatedly running her tongue up and down its throbbing length.

No way could David/Dan’s body could hold out to such a feverish onslaught but this time unlike Mark, David was pulling Catherine’s mouth away from his jerky throbbing cock.

        “Open your mouth and look at me, I want to watch it,” David ordered her.  With his hand now gripping his own cock and closely watching Catherine, David began masturbating himself, slowly running his hand up and down the length of his cock whilst leaning back against the sofa, his eyes never leaving those of Catherine, “Oh God, here it comes. Don’t you dare move your head,” groaned David.

With her wide open mouth a good six inches from his throbbing cock,  Catherine,  obeyed “Dan’s” command and her eyes never left those of ‘Dan’ as his as the first stream of his juices splashed against her lips and cheeks.

Then after adjusting his aim David managed to direct his next stream of hot cum directly into Catherine’s mouth, as did his next spurt before, once again adjusting his aim David shot his next load over Catherine’s cheeks and nose before groaning, “Suck it now, suck me now Mrs. Dixon!”       Is this how it would be with Dan if...if...I actually taste all of him? Mused Catherine, lowering her head over David’s strangely still rampant cock, It was to this thought that Catherine “came” herself, wiggling from side to side and throwing back her bottom toward the out of this world ministrations of both Peter’s thin cane fucking her cunt and of his index finger tickling the tissue of her inner anus against the walls of her cunt.

         Finally lifting her head from David/Dan’s cock, Catherine’s assumption that the boys would be spent after she had completed her first task proved totally incorrect for in her hand Mark/Sean’s cock was in fact growing hard once again and incredibility David’s cock had shown no sign of deflating, Indeed, even while she herself was still coming down from the effects of her own orgasm Mark was soon standing up removing his clothes attention before Peter’s fingers lifted Catherine’s chin and  her  with his  own crotch inches away from her face  pulled Catherine into a kneeling position on before telling Catherine

“I think you really would love to have both my sons inside you, wouldn’t you Catherine?” 

        Even if Peter’s words were meant to torment and further humiliate her Catherine knew it was true, of course she would love it, for as depraved, debased and sinful the evening was turning out to be, Catherine was alive with lust and would have been happy for it to last for an eternity such was the sheer sexual ecstasy these two virile young men and heir Father were creating inside her mind and body, more so when she felt what must be Marks fingers spreading her buttocks

        “Yes Sir,” groaned Catherine with her eyes locked into Peter’s just as, with a gasp and huge thrust, David’s cock filled her well lubricated rectum

        “And I image you would also love both David and Mark to “cum” in your anus, wouldn’t you Catherine?” Peter asked her after pushing fingers that had just been in her Anus deep into her mouth before telling her to suck them.

Catherine thought it hardly mattered where their sperm would eventually be jettisoned and, mumbling around Peters fingers replied... “Yes Sir”  In fact after having by then suffered the ordeal on numerous occasions Catherine was by now not at all adverse to having the heat of a throbbing cock buried deep inside her Anus  and in some way even found it to be an oddly satisfying experience. David’s young

cock was neither as rough or as large as that of the odious Kevin but even he had brought Catherine to an incredible orgasm when Ass raping her and so Catherine soon found herself meeting and matching each of David’s thrusts into her Anus.   

   Patting Catherine upon the head Peter told her. “That’s a good sensible girl; you really are being a very good girl Catherine, I really do think Mark and David should invite you to their party. There won’t be that  many more mature guests  of course Catherine, but I’m sure you could bring your husband as well, just to keep you company, now and then, would you like that Catherine?” 

      Even as she continued to meet the thrusts of the cock in her Anus Catherine was horrified at the prospect of James meeting these people and after Peter removed his fingers from her mouth she managed to breathlessly reply. “I...I err... well ...Sir I don’t really know...we may of course ...Oh God...we may have. Oh...plans...it’s oh...I don’t know.”

Attempting to converse this way while constantly on the edge of orgasm with a cock buried in her Ass was almost impossible, something Peter was fully aware of  and Immediately his fingers returned to the inside of Catherine’s mouth, upon which she obediently resumed sucking.

        “In that case you will cancel any plans Catherine. I really would like to meet your husband, but of course we don’t want him to know too much about our fun and games tonight Catherine, Nor about our arrangement with Tony and all the lovely money you earn but I’m sure that if you ask both David and Mark to ejaculate into your anus in your best manner they would be most happy to oblige and they will ensure you receive a very special invitation to their party.”

        Even in her aroused state Peter’s implied threat needed no explanation for Catherine. To refuse Peter’s offer would mean being exposed by him for what she had so reluctantly become. Accept and be used at some stage during the evening when James’s attention had been drawn elsewhere. Catherine could think of no other reason for such an invitation, but for her, there was of course no choice at all.

        “Please...please... David...please Mark...will you both cum in my ass,” Catherine eventually moaned.

        Of course David and Mark were more than happy to oblige Catherine and when David eventually emptied the contents of his balls deep into Catherine’s bowels Peter nodded approvingly.

Knowing Catherine Dixon was now theirs as much as anyone’s Peter knew Tony had made the basic error of allowing himself and the others to provide transport for Catherine. This was ensuring her address and, more importantly, her family details were easily accessible to them.

        And what a wonderful surprise it had been to find Mrs. Catherine Dixon was in fact just that, Mrs. Catherine Dixon. A very well thought of Mother of two teenage children, with a respected hardworking if inattentive husband. Obviously, Catherine was someone who had somehow, probably through boredom, become involved with such a rather less than savory character as Tony. A useful tool but whom Peter would not trust with a penny piece. 

        As Catherine resumed sucking his fingers Peter looked on approvingly when Mark then mounted Catherine from behind.  For him they were both “chips of the old block.” Tonight was their night and soon they would introduce Catherine to the fact they knew an awful lot more then Peter had told her earlier. He would save his own pleasure for later for tonight he would drive Catherine home himself and outside of her own home she would pleasure him with her mouth,  her final act  of the evening would be to swallow every last drop of his own “cum” juices within yards of her front door. That, thought Peter, would be his own statement to Catherine that he could and would have her at anytime and anyplace of his choosing. …………….

        Having emptied themselves into Catherine’s bowels David and Mark introduced her to the some of the “party” games they had so often seen performed by their father and his friends. The first of which had seen Catherine being fitted with a wide leather collar and dog leash before  being led around the dining room floor on all fours, if she were to crawl too fast or too slow, then she would be caned by either boy before sitting upright and begging their forgiveness by sucking them to yet another erection.

        After that it was onto the dining table again, there she knelt with her wrists cuffed behind her back and her bottom resting upon her high heeled shoes. Catherine once again wore her very high heeled shoes, ready for the “interview game.” With Peter and his son’s sitting around the table and Catherine kneeling naked in the centre they asked her more and sexually charged questions. For example being told to move her gold rings around her nipples and then describe the effect it had upon her, she was then told to describe her feelings when David’s cock was in her anus and Mark’s in her cunt and many more questions. Such as why it was she shaved her blonde pubic hair into a tiny triangle just above her mound.

        It was then up to the boys to decide upon the honesty of Catherine’s answers. Should the boys decide she was not being truthful then certain implements were then attached to her body, beginning with painful crocodile nipple clamps that left Catherine gasping in pain. More so hen clipped to the rear of her nipple rings. Then the clothes pegs would be clipped to her breasts until they formed a circle around each of Catherine’s breasts. Then on down to her cunt lips where more pegs were applied on each side until Catherine’s upper body was a mass of pegs and clamps. 

        Strangely, Catherine found she was not at all adverse to this game. She was the centre of attention, three men found her as desirable as to wish to play with her in this manner, this knowledge as well as secretly exciting her also made her feel like a naughty school girl all over again.

        Finally the interview game ended with Catherine still handcuffed but now taken down from the table and sitting upon Marks erect cock but facing away from him. Never before had she  experienced this sexual position and so far inside her did it reach it made Catherine feel as if Marks huge erection would surly do her damage.. Still of more concern to her was David, leaning back on the dining table and constantly flicking a foot long leather crop upon her breasts. He was attempting to remove each of the clothes pegs around her breasts in turn, but with very degrees of success.

        The pegs David made contact with fell away, but on other occasions though, the crop would miss its target and fall upon Catherine’s breasts or nipples. Thus causing her to yelp in pain but unable to move away. At the time she was speared by Mark’s cock buried inside her and his strong hands were holding her shoulders, as she was pulled her down on him. He was telling her to grip him with her virginal muscles until at last all the pegs had been “whipped” from her breasts. Catherine, still with Marks cock buried deep within her, found herself bent over until her lips made contact with David’s cock as he leaned against the dining table. She had to continue sucking his cock until he pumped his load in her mouth while simultaneously, Mark ejaculated deep inside her womb…………………………. .

      The following morning Catherine drank the last remnants of her coffee and thought of the evenings conclusion when, as she stood naked and handcuffed before all three of them she had been surprised to see the large stern looking figure of ‘Olga’ enter the room and without further ado then scoop Catherine up into her strong arms and carry her child like into a large bathroom where the forceful east European woman gently lowered her into a seaming hot bath.

“Mmmmm….you are very beautiful my child” cooed Olga whilst Catherine suffered the in reality no at all unpleasant embarrassment of having the large woman soaping her entire body before washing away and extracting with her fingers the vast amounts of sperm the boys had deposited inside her anus and vagina whilst also taking the opportunity to further explore the crestfallen Catherine’s cunt and Anus with her knowing fingers.

  “Mmmmm…so soft…so pretty…I think they like you a lot my child, so much of their sperm is inside you!”  Olga had told the very red faced blonde Mother whilst scooping handfuls of sperm from her every orifice before placing her fingers deep inside

Catherine’s mouth before Eventually and with the same ease with which she had been lowered into Olga had lifted Catherine out of the bath and standing the naked dripping woman before her used a soft towel to rub dry every single part and orifice of Catherine’s body her fingers to rub her dry before again using her fingers to both Catherine’s cunt and Anus 

“Olga just to check you are nice and dry my child…. But you come here again yes?…for the party yes?”. All Catherine could do to nod her head in nervous affirmation before Olga continued

“That I like……maybe the Master let Olga play with you again yes?”………….

       Surprisingly it had been Peter who had then driven her home, but while driving his huge car he soon had Catherine kneeling in the passenger foot well with her mouth clamped over his hard erect cock.

With one hand gently stroking her long blonde hair whilst steering the car with the other, Peter told Catherine what a good little Slave girl she had been and instructing her that she would be coming to the boys party come what may, that If her husband could not come with her, then another member of her family must come and that would b collected and arrive at the party in the clothes placed in a metal brief case she would take from the back seat of the car outside her house...just as soon as she had swallowed every last drop of his cum.!   

        Reaching behind her dressing table Catherine pulled out the metal case Peter had passed to her right outside this very house after she had forced herself to work her lips over Peter’s cock until finally his hot juices splashed into her mouth. Shuddering in recollection Catherine knew that if they had been curious enough to go outside any member of her family could have seen her inside the car.

They would have seen her clothing in disarray before she had managed to extricate herself from Peter’s car. Most certainly it would have been Dan, who to Catherine’s surprise had been sat inside the hallway waiting for her. Had Dan seen her through the hallway window, crouching inside Peter’s car?  

Opening the catches of the metal case Catherine first pulled out a large bundle of money Peter had left inside. ‘Extra’, he had told Catherine, to the fee Tony would be giving her, but on no account was she to reveal their arrangement to Tony as from now on she would obey Peter’s instructions, whenever he wanted her she would come to him. Although her every instinct told her she should inform Tony of Peter’s

demands Catherine fully understood the power Peter now wielded over her and, as hard and complicated as it may be she had no alterative but to agree to Peters demand, besides the fact was Catherine was simultaneously excited and terrified at the thought of whatever plans Peter obviously had in store for her at the Boys party…and beyond! 

        From within the case Catherine then pulled a beautiful yet very revealing and very short low cut and backless red chiffon dress, there was also a tiny pink satin thong with black lace edging and a matching garter belt and black seamed stockings. Also there was a small black leather collar and 5 inch pink high heeled shoes to complete an outfit Peter expected, no demanded that she wear for the David and Marks party. Surprisingly these items were all in her correct sizes but how on earth could she explain these obviously sexually orientated clothes away to James? How could she tell him that it was a fancy dress party? How on earth could she ask him to go anyway, innocently unaware his wife was almost certainly going to be used sexually by God knows who during evening while he was in the very same building?

        Catherine actually hoped her husband would once again be away on that particular weekend, and then perhaps it would be okay for her to invite someone such as her sister Vicky. She at least would never notice Catherine’s absences she would be too busy looking at all the men but as she counted the large amount of money Peter had given her Catherine was by now totally unfazed over Peter’s demand that she attend the boy’s party. And why not, after all she had come to no harm on the previous evening and had in fact rather enjoyed the attentions of Mark and David, even if she would be sore for a couple days afterward as she assumed she would. Still, given that she had been extremely well rewarded for her “services”, Catherine felt even her finally act of swallowing Peter’s sperm before her own front door had not been so bad.

        Smiling her own very secret smile into the mirror, Catherine felt no guilt at all and decided that all in all her new “persona” was in many ways infinitely preferable to the endless years of drudgery, especially compared to what would lay ahead now that her husband’s sexual appetitive seemed so nonexistent and that her children no longer needed her as they once did, except Dan of course, whom she had been trying to fend off these past couple of months.

        Of course the decision had not been entirely her own for she had been beaten, sexually abused and blackmailed into adopting her new submissive entity but Catherine found solace in her belief that having so many responsibilities taken from her had strangely increased her sense of fulfillment, all of which eventually took her train of thought back to Dan.

        Catherine knew full well a line had been crossed by Dan when he had stripped her, beaten and handcuffed her before proudly producing his enormous cock and placed it between her lips.

Suddenly Catherine understood it was not Sean, Tony, Peter or any of her “clients” she should really worry about, ‘Her Clients?’… How strange it was to now think of these men as being that!

No, it was her son, Dan whom she should be more apprehensive about. It was almost midsummer but Catherine suddenly shivered. She had seen it in Dan’s eyes when he had taken his huge young organ from between her lips and it wasn’t guilt Catherine had seen in his eyes, no it was triumph! 

Why had she not before noticed the hardened glint his eyes had suddenly developed? Yes it was Dan, her own son who was more than capable of subjecting his Mother, to really extreme sexual indignities. Looking back now his every covetous look at her naked and defenseless body should have told her that. 

        Catherine shuddered, she knew after deciding he had tormented and teased her enough, Dan would then take her in every way possible but only when HE was ready and that, she knew, was now inevitable and she was powerless to prevent him from doing so but it wasn’t an incestuous act alone that worried Catherine so much as the aftermath for then there really would be no escape for Catherine. Things would have gone far too far. In fact sometimes Catherine found herself wishing Dan would get it over and done with for afterward there would be no more requests of her, no more furtive lies, that  along with Sean, Tony and Peter, Dan would then also own her and Catherine would discover exactly what he was planning for his Mothers future…………………………..

      

       Chapter Five:

        For the first time in many months Victoria Preston was wishing she still had a husband or live in lover. Just days ago she had been subjected to the most sexual abuse that she would have believed possible and at the hands of a total stranger at that. This stranger, complete with a horrific leather mask, had beaten and sexually humiliated her in full view that awful woman Joan and of course her nemesis Sean. Then an hour ago Sean had simply walked into her home with the aid of a key he must have had copied from her set of car keys while she herself had been strung up in that terrible building.

        Just as deplorable was that Vicky, with her mind fuddled by the vast amounts of vodka she had been drinking, had been taking a bath at the time, desperately trying yet again to think of a means of escaping the appalling certainty that she was being used for the purpose of supplying deviant sexual services to monsters like the man who had so horribly used her.

        “That was only your first client! There will be many more to come.” Sean told Vicky.

But even then Vicky’s ordeal had continued for before being allowed to leave the “bookshop.”  Sean had made her sign and even been given a copy of the ‘Contract’ stating that she ‘Mrs. Victoria Preston’ would provide ‘Bondage Modeling and ‘Other Services’, both clothed and naked, to the bookshop for a period of not less than twelve months for ‘An Appropriate Reward’ and for Vicky a further horrifying detail was that her Address and even telephone number had been added  the very processional and even legal looking document Vicky fervently hoped  would never ever see the inside of a courtroom

‘But the Contract had been further confirmation to Vicky, if any was really needed, of an appalling stark reality that these people had actually sold her body to the terrible masked man and had every intention of continuing to do so, that she  Victoria Preston was their “whore.”…………..

To her astonishment Sean had then walked into Vicky’s bathroom and the sat on the edge of her bath tub, seemingly without a care in the world as Vicky pointlessly spread soap suds around her large breasts whilst screaming in anger at Sean’s intrusion.

        Sean had then pushed her head under the water, holding Vicky there almost half a minute before lifting her up by her luxurious raven hair and did the same thing over again before telling the breathless sputtering mature beauty, “Until you learn to behave yourself and tell me you are sorry for shouting at me I’m going to carrying on doing this Vicky.”

        With no option but to obey Sean, Vicky had duly apologized as best she could.

        Then showing Vicky the key he had used on her front door Sean told her. “If this key doesn’t fit the next time I visit you I promise you’ll get held down there a lot longer Vicky, now get yourself out of there. I’ll be downstairs waiting and I want you down there in five minute. I want to take a good look at you so you can wear a thong but nothing else.”

        Vicky was enraged but also frightened and helpless in her alcohol induced rage. How was it possible that in this day and age someone could just walk into your home and treat you as no more than a possession? Why didn’t someone help her for God’s sake! Now he even had a key to her home and could come and go as he pleased. This is a civilized country in the twenty first century. How can it be allowed to happen to her?

        How in this day and age was it possible that someone was simply able to subject you such extreme violence and humiliation. Why did no one do something about it? Why oh why had she allowed a self-indulgent infatuation with this monster

Make her visit that terrible shop when all her instincts told her not to. When he had already caused her pain enough why did she go lining up for more? Since returning from the bookshop that day Vicky hard hardly left her house, hardly spoken to a soul. Leaving her phone on “Answer Mode” Vicky had returned calls only from immediate family. Even then she had been fearful that her nephew Dan may be lurking somewhere in the background and at any moment demand things from her.

Speaking to her sister Catherine about Dan carried a huge risk for her if word got back to Sean. She could of course confront her nephew alone, perhaps even play on his better nature, and plead with him that she was after all, his family and she would never expose him to his Mother. Yes, she would try and arrange to see Dan as soon as she could.

        That though would now have to wait and tearfully Vicky pulled on a tiny powder blue thong before making up her face to hide her tears and drying her wet hair as best she could in the time Sean had allowed her.

        Down stairs one of the reasons why Vicky was so in denial became obvious when on her large screen wall hung TV, Vicky was horrified to see that Sean was screening a recording of herself in Tony’s dungeon for even through strung up as she was, to all intents Vicky looked to be enjoying herself immensely while the masked stranger fucked her from behind. 

. What chances was there of anyone believing her at this point if she ever had the courage to complain for the two men and one woman also in the room would so obviously state that Yates was simply a “customer” of Vicky, she was there to use her somewhat specialist but legal services to help the man live out the darker side of life. That and the certainty she would appear worldwide on the internet, gagged, bound and naked while being fucked clearly left Vicky ensnared as Sean’s plaything for as long as he required her services. And how long would it be before the young brute grew tired of her.

        “Stand there and slowly turn around with your hands on your head” demanded Sean, interrupting Vicky’s thoughts and pointing  the centre of Vicky’s lounge and so with the demeanor of an irate yet helpless child, Vicky slowly obeyed Sean’s demand. After all what would she achieve by ignoring him, just another beating and by now Vicky was far too terrified of Sean’s unpredictability to refuse to obey him.

        So Sean had inspected the gradually disappearing bruising to her bottom, breasts and back left there by “Yates” liberal use of whips and crops when he had been unsatisfied with Vicky’s cooperation. Even Sean thought they were on the harsh side but then again Yates had provided Vicky with a lesson she would not forget for a long time to come. Obey or be punished!

Finally satisfied with his “inspection” Sean unfastened his zipper and had the all but naked Vicky crawl between his knees to remove his already hardened huge cock then take it in her mouth and as she resentfully sucked him told her, “Yates was very pleased with your performance Vicky and we have found another client for you so keep sucking my cock while I tell you what you will be doing at the weekend. And don’t you dare swallow it, even it takes all day you are going to learn keep how to keep a guys sperm in your mouth and how to push out your tongue and present his it to your client with a mischievous smile on your face!.”   …………………………………………………………………

Sat in the huge leather swivel chair behind Tony’s huge inlaid desk on Tuesday afternoon Sean Brady was still coming to terms with the surprise news that he was now in almost complete control of Tony’s “bookshop” enterprise. An unexpected turn of events brought about by the news that Tony was to spend some time in the Far East setting up a new film venture over there with a long time friend of his.  

        Sean’s unexpected promotion had been agreed earlier that day during a meeting between Sean, Tony and Joan. Whilst It was agreed that while Tony would continue to be in overall control of the business Joan would have the title of Manager with responsibility for all matters of office administration and book keeping but It would be Sean Brady, albeit under the guidance of Joan, who would assume control, not only of the “Bookshop” but also all  the ‘models’, including the newest slaves, Catherine Dixon and Victoria Preston. Tony had also stated that while he was absent Sean would also look after Joan herself, as her surrogate Master.

        An arrangement that brought more than a hint of a smile to the mousy woman’s face who assumed she would now have the best of both worlds, a lot more attention from Sean’s wonderful cock plus of course plenty of contact with Tony for she was to keep him well informed of Sean’s activities via daily internet contact and had already agreed upon on this with a few secret trips to the far east for more “intimate” discussions.

       So later that afternoon, Sean smiled expansively across the desk into the eyes of Joan who now sat opposite him in preparation for what Sean had told her would be “an initial discussion regarding their mutual responsibilities in the office.” 

        In fact Sean had already decided that just as soon as Tony was out of the country he would be taking Tony’s long time employee into the playroom and In there, with Joan’s nipples tightly clamped and huge buzzing dildos in both her cunt and anus, he would string the naked woman upside down from her widely spread ankles and then leave her that way for a whole day.

        Sean would enjoy keeping an eye on Joan’s suspended body via the camera link to his new office and would now and again go back in to the dungeon to check on her before giving Joan a series of very severe beatings in a convincing and cruel

Demonstration of just who was now in charge and that any information Joan was planning to pass on to Tony about Sean’s activities would always be vetted by Sean himself.

In short Sean was planning to dominate Joan every bit as much as he dominated both Catherine and her sister Victoria. Then having fucked her senseless before spraying his piss into her mouth and over her body he would then allow Kevin Smith to spend a little time with Joan this was key to his plans, subjecting Joan to Kevin’s own ideas of punishment would be a final brutal climax to Sean’s demonstration to Joan of her new status in life and of his power over her.

        In fact Sean saw no reason why both Catherine an her sister Vicky and others should not be summoned to the bookshop and be taken into the dungeon to view for themselves not only the new status of the woman they had come to fear, but also the brutal consequences they themselves would suffer should they even have the slightest thoughts of rebellion toward him. 

        However, Sean also understood that even now Tony was still the real boss and that without his patronage never in million years would he have been in the incredible situation he now found himself. What Tony decided was what happened. Besides thanks to Tony, Catherine Dixon was now more than just a middle class Mother and housewife Sean had the good fortune to beat and fuck now and again. The fact is Catherine was now a well trained BDSM whore  who along with a few others, including her very own sister, was making plenty of money for all of them. 

      And to Sean that was all that really mattered,  as long as she continued making him money then the subject of Catherine’s ownership, whether she belonged to himself or Tony’s was of secondary importance. None of this meant Sean was going back on his decision to eventually take Tony’s business away from him and Sean fully intended to begin that long process and would make a start by taking Joan away from Tony and having her as his own.

        Tony had gone on to tell Sean that he should be aware his client, Peter Harris. Harris was in Tony’s words, “Is sometimes possessive of the slaves I have provided for him.” That in having a dubious film company amongst his business portfolio he was not beyond attempting to cut a slave adrift from Tony and securing her for himself. He was known to do this by showering the slave with money and gifts before becoming bored with her and passing her on to other less than savory characters in the porn industry.

        Sean should be aware of this, Tony had said and that while Peter Harris provided them with good revenue from slaves such as Catherine Dixon, Sean should keep a good eye upon him. Perhaps he could use Kevin, already due to visit her sister Victoria as her “minder” when a slave of his visited Peter Harris.

In fact after ‘helping out’ at some of Peter’s special parties Joan had kept in touch with him and had already discussed Vicky with over a lunch date with him

There Peter came up with an astonishing proposition for the use of the Raven haired Vicky’s services.

At first though Joan had laughed aloud and questioned Peter’s seriousness.

“You now full well I am always serious in these matters Joan, it would round of a fantastic occasion.  I understand Tony will be away for a while so you can rely on me if you require any help Joan and of course there would be a generous bonus for you if the arrangements were to be made by yourself so the true nature of the lady’s assignment was kept from Tony’s young protégé” 

With her thoughts of a generous bonus and the promised future assistance of the powerful man Joan had readily agreed to Peter’s outlandish proposal and with a very hefty fee agreed between them Joan then informed Sean she had sourced a very wealthy client who having studied Vicky’s portfolio Photo’s was  very willing to part with this huge fee to spend the night in a five star hotel with Victoria Preston

        Sean had taken all this in with some unease. The fee they were charging for Vicky’s services was enormous, but was she ready for such a high roller?

Eventually Sean decided Kevin would spend all day Friday with Vicky then deliver her to the hotel himself and collect her the following morning.

All of which this was all very risky, but boy, all very exciting,  for it would be Kevin in the forefront of things and so Sean made a note to hire a smart car for Kevin’s use beforehand.

Before then however Sean decided would give Dan, whom Catherine had complained to him had been getting far too familiar with her, a little task as a reward for introducing him to the delights of Victoria Preston.

So Sean also made a note to tell Dan to back off from his Mother and to start by removing the spy cameras from her bedroom and return them to Sean. Sure Dan could have a little fun with her and tease his Mother a little now and again, but there was no way he was going to be allowed to fuck her, that was for sure. So Sean decided he would get Dan into the office and explain these facts to him…..that his Mother belonged to him, Sean Brady and no none else, but as a sweetener Sean would allow him to at least give his Aunt Vicky a good workout! 

Chapter six:

        If Victoria Preston was unaware of the ordeal awaiting her, that was far from the case with her sister Catherine Dixon, who throughout the week had been anxiously counting down  the days before her return to the Grand house. Having been subjected to every conceivable kind of sexual debauchery the previous week by his two sons, she was at Peter’s insistence, no, at his command, due to attend the large birthday party he was throwing for his twin son’s the very same boys who had so recently so used and abused her.

        At least with James being home for a whole weekend and beyond things had for once been more akin to normal in the Dixon household. Having rushed straight up to her room after being dropped off by Peter and with James arriving home on the Saturday morning, Catherine had so far managed to avoid any questioning from Dan who himself now attended a college some miles away and was not getting home until after 5pm.

Unbelievably as Peter had insisted, James, had even agreed to attend Peter’s Party on the following Friday. A party that Catherine, knowing James never spoke with her sister, had described to James as a large birthday party being held for the son’s of a wealthy friend of Vicky. Catherine had explained that Vicky, being unable to attend herself, had begged Catherine to go in her place so as not to upset a wealthy friend.

        Always nagging the back of Catherine’s mind though was that tiny red dress and its accompanying lingerie, shoes and leather collar Peter expected, no demanded she wear for the evening. Thankfully though on Tuesday afternoon James was yet again called upon by his company to tackle some damn problem abroad, but even so, with Peter’s parting words that she without fail bring a male guest on Friday or face the consequences, Catherine was frantic.

So After James had departed with a cursory kiss her first course of action was to think of ringing Master Sean until hastily and belatedly recalling Peter telling her not to inform Tony or any of his staff of her presence at the party. So without any other option Catherine had no option but to call Peter on the number he had given her. 

        “That’s a great shame. I was so looking forward to meeting the man lucky enough to possess you Catherine. Still I understand you do have a teenage son...Daniel I believe Catherine?” replied Peter after listening to Catherine’s tale of woe.

        “Please Peter, considering the clothes you expect me to wear I really don’t think it’s a good idea to bring my own son with me.”

        “Well I do think it’s a good idea so you will do just that Catherine. If I am unable to meet your husband then your son will be the perfect replacement. Now then you may tell him  you are both invited as a thank you for giving my boys private tuition, after all I seem to recall you were a teacher at one time Catherine.”

        Had Peter already worked it out? It made sense of sorts, but that dress? Those heels! Not to mention the leather collar. Again, sensing Catherine’s dilemma, Peter had gone on to tell her.

        “You will bring the leather collar with you in your purse Catherine, your dress you will have to explain away. It is a party dress for a party Catherine, even if a little on the short side and the lingerie hardly matters of course after all, your son is hardly likely to see that is he my dear? Did you really believe I would embarrass you before a member of your family Catherine? Now, I will hear no more about it!”

        “Little do you know,” thought Catherine, but realizing there could be no further argument with Peter she acquiesced to his demands even though a little worried when Peter repeated his insistence that Tony was not to be informed of her attendance at the party.

Catherine took a little comfort in that at least Dan would be there to escort her but should she inform Sean? Catherine decided not, after all she would not have done so had James escorted her. Besides as much as she felt she should inform Sean and Tony, Catherine was now more than a little fearful of Peter and decided there was no point in offending him over what was simply a matter of attending a birthday party along with her son.

        So Catherine unexpectedly had the whole of Wednesday to herself and looking at her watch to see it was 11 am made her way upstairs to her bedroom where she took two of her secret boxes from behind her dressing table. Concerned about the dress that Dan would now see her wearing, not to mention the racy lingerie underneath Catherine Opened the larger box, looked first at the red dress, assorted lingerie and shoes she was expected to wear for Peter’s party. However, Peter’s words had reassured her somewhat for even he would surely baulk at the idea allowing her to be used and abused before her own son. So in fact having Dan alongside her could even work to her advantage so long as Dan himself understood and accepted that the party was nothing more than a social event they were attending as Mother and son.  

For a long moment Catherine then toyed with the tiny pink satin thong in the box alongside the red dress, its material and design were very similar to that which Sean had removed from her sopping wet crotch. The thong she had so desperately searched Dan’s room for before she had suffered the humiliation of being forced to slip on in the tiny garment before Dan’s hungry eyes.

With these thoughts in mind Catherine decided she would speak with Dan later on during dinner and would go on to explain to him there would be lots of boys and girls his own age there for him to talk and dance with.     

        With the key she kept hidden beneath her dressing table Catherine then opened a much smaller box and with a beaming smile eyed its contents before withdrawing from it the large bundle of cash before counting out £2000 and then replacing the remaining much larger bundle of cash back inside the box. “Time to treat myself I think, maybe when I give Vicky a call, I could offer to take her out for lunch and even treat her to a new outfit,” decided Catherine before picking up  her  cell phone.

        Unusually for a Wednesday morning there was no reply from her sister’s cell phone nor from the house phone that went on to answer mode when Catherine tried that one. Assuming Vicky was out Catherine decided she would perhaps call round later; blithely unaware her tearful sister Victoria at that very moment was listening to the ring tones of her cell phone too fearful of speaking to her sister for in the chair before her kneeling  naked body sat the smiling figure of Catherine’s son Dan!......................

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“Oh my God Dan…..what the hell are you doing in my bedroom!” had been Vicky’s initial reaction to find her nephew casually exploring her lingerie drawer after having just taken her morning bath. In truth Vicky had been expecting a visit from her suddenly adult looking nephew, but not like this, not with him in the supposed sanctuary of her bedroom. No, she had expected either contrition from Dan or for him to adopt an air of interference before she laid into him, both verbally and physically.

But now, in her own bedroom, with only a large towel covering her modesty and her clothes between her an her nephew Vicky was immediately on the back foot and with his experience of chastising his own Mother fresh in his mind Dan’s steely resolve quickly came to the fore as he simply turned away from his Aunt and continued his exploration of her lingerie before answering her.” I’m Just checking your lingerie sizes Auntie Vicky…. and to give you am message from Sean about your Client”

After Dan’s start reminder of her current precarious position and that Sean Brady was behind his visit combined with her awareness that her nephew had already witnessed her naked body and far more besides led Vicky, despite her anger, to decide it would be wiser to take a more conciliatory approach with her nephew. “So why cant you just give me this message and then go Dan?”

“Because Sean wants me to take a photo of you wearing these things before deciding if you will wear them for you client” replied Dan, holding out two brand new sets of sheer lingerie toward his Aunt, one back and one red.

“They are your exact sizes Auntie Vicky, I’ve just been checking…and oh yes, Sean gave me the key to your door to save you having to get out of your bath”

Again Vicky was flabbergasted, her nephew really did expect her to parade before him like some fashion model…the very thought of it was outrageous of course.

“For gods sake Dan, think of what would happen if your mother and father were to hear about this”!  Said Vicky in desperation whilst already knowing what Dan’s reply would be, even so every one of his words were a hammer blow to her hopes.

“Well, there’s the phone Auntie, but why haven’t you already told Mum about how you told me to bunk of school and invited me and my friend around here one afternoon to play bondage games with you, about how you stripped of off and asked us to gag you and handcuff you then asked us to cane you as you crawled around the floor in you lounge….and in here of course, in your bedroom Auntie………but maybe it would be easier if you showed mum and dad and maybe the rest of the family the DVD you asked us to make while we were here, you know the one Auntie, the one of you with  ‘I am a Fucktoy’ written on your tits as you are sucking my cock before taking my load into your mouth before you push it out with your tongue and spill my Cum all over your tits……………………

”Oh God… STOP IT………FOR GODS SAKE STOP IT DAN”! Screamed Vicky, before, unable and unwilling to hear any more of Dan’s horrific narration, she then whimpered. “Okay……….Okay….I’ll do as you say”

“That’s more like it Auntie Vicky” replied Dan before then taking a DVD from his pocket and continuing.  “This is the one of you and that guy Yates Auntie; maybe I’ll have a look at it while you’re getting ready for me just in case I have to send that one to Grandma if you give me any trouble downstairs…..five minutes Auntie and then I want to see you walking downstairs and don’t forget the high heels!!”

His implied threat was enough for Vicky to believe Dan was deadly serious for the film bore no threat to Dan for she alone was recognizable during her horrifying, yet ostensibly enjoyable ordeal at the hands of that masked monster.    

“Oh Yeh, that’s something else” exclaimed Dan to his curiously proud Aunt .Dan was certainly correct and  in other circumstances Vicky would have every reason to feel proud of her  shapely  lingerie clad body as she walked slowly and carefully downstairs in her black five inch heels. 

For  Vicky did indeed look magnificent dressed. The Red half cup transparent Bra was showing of her magnificent Breasts to perfection and Dan could easily see Vicky’s large nipples straining to escape through the sheer material of Vicky’s Red Bra.

Dan’s greedy eyes then cast downward to see the tiny panel of a sheer thong barely concealing Vicky’s neat little area of pubic hair complimented by the wide matching garter belt supporting her sheer nylon stockings encased in the almost ridiculously Red high heeled shoes before, telling her to turn in a circle, Dan gazed in awe at Vicky’s superb bottom dissected by a thin length of elasticized material hidden deep within the cleft of her buttocks.

With her long luxurious Raven tresses setting of the sheer Red lingerie was the final magnificent touch and Vicky, as she looked across to the almost adoring eyes of her nephew and then down to the obvious bulge in his pants was only to aware of this With the careful addition of her best makeup to compliment what she knew to be the very expensive lingerie she new she looked a ‘million dollars’ and at that moment was bizarrely only to happy to flaunt her beautiful mature body before her nephew, almost challenging Dan to ‘cum’ inside his pants in an act of feverish childlike excitement .  

However, unaware of Dan’s subjugation of his Mother, her own sister, Vicky had badly misread Dan’s newly acquired mature temperament.  

“Oh Yeh….that’s fabulous Auntie Vicky………that’s just the way Sean wants you to look at your client”   Dan told her whilst taking a digi camera from the coffee table. “ And to show Sean just how good you look you are going to do some modeling for me before we play………..and I just know you want to play with me again….don’t you Auntie?” 

“Oh my God Dan…surely you don’t think….oh god…….please………..I really need a drink and a cigarette”

Well aware that his Aunt was a regular smoker and drinker this was just the cue Dan had hoped for and taking his Camera with made his way across the large lounge to the door where he said to Vicky.

“Sure thing Auntie Vicky, I’m going to get both those things for you, I know how much you enjoy vodka with lots of ice…but in return you have to wait for me o your knees with your hands behind your back….otherwise no can do”!

Vicky continued to be more and more astounded by her nephew’s new aura of maturity and perhaps for the first time noticed just how tall and broad Dan had become and realizing that his ever growing power over her would eventually make any further confrontation pointless it would be a small price to pay for being able to relieve her now desperate need both a smoke and drink and so, avoiding Dan’s

Triumphant gaze Vicky lowered her knees onto the soft carpet before embarrassingly linking her hands together behind her neck, unaware that  this position her large proud breasts and protruding nipples  were projected even further under Dan’s admiring gaze before he left the room to prepare Vicky’s drink.

“I……….please Dan….you haven’t spiked this….like last time have you” Asked a apprehensive Vicky, still on her knees with her nephew looming over her after having her the iced Vodka who simply laughed and whilst drawing a tobacco tin from his pocket replied. “There’s no fear of that …after all why should I need to spike your drink, after all you are under contract now and so much better behaved  Auntie Vicky….and I have some smokes for us”

Dan’s words were like a hammer blow to Vicky’s chest for her nephew had just make it very clear to her that he had not been simply present during that initial degrading episode but that he was fully aware of  perhaps her  every  humiliation since that terrible day!

Studying the Tin Dan then opened to produce to ‘roll ups’ Vicky told him she would prefer one of her tipped cigarettes. She had been unaware her seventeen year old nephew even smoked, let alone rolled his own but kneeling there semi naked before Dan was leaving Vicky feeling ever more vulnerable toward her assertive nephew looming ominously above her shaking his head. And so after Dan had told Vicky his ‘roll ups’ also had tips and that they would smoke those or nothing at all Vicky grudgingly submitted to Dan’s decree and after watching lighting his own,  placed the long thick cigarette between her lips inhaled deeply. ,

More than  pleased that Sean was to involve him as Vicky’s ‘minder’ and therefore giving him possible access to her ‘delights’ without Sean’s knowledge  Kevin had gladly supplied some drug laced marijuana joints to Sean who, passing Kevin’s thoughts on to Dan had told him. “Keep your fingers crossed Dan, Kevin reckons it can go one way or the other as far as your Aunts sex drive is concerned but after our first visit to her house I reckon things should be okay” 

“Wow” exclaimed Vicky, following Dan’s example and inhaling deeply upon her first ever joint before continuing “that’s’ strong”.

“Oh Yeh” Whose own roll up was actually just that for, as Sean had said, he needed to be in control of himself at all times. But as for Vicky, things were fast becoming very different and after she had taken a third greedy toke Dan saw his Aunt visibly relaxing. “Its good stuff Auntie Vicky, have a couple more puffs and then we start taking some nice photos of you.”

After taking a swig of her Vodka Vicky then began to giggle and tell Dan. “Oh that sounds really naughty….you really are a very naughty boy Danny boy” Then to her surprise and disappointment after taking another couple of tokes of the strong joint Dan removed it from her fingers and pinched it out.

“Oh Dan!” giggled Vicky…..that’s really cruel of you….give it back to me…….pleeeeese!”

“Sure I will Auntie but before then you are going to do some modeling for me”

“Only if you promise you really will give that back to me” replied the giggling semi naked Vicky.

Thirty minutes and a few tokes later the beautiful busty naked figure of Victoria Preston knelt on all fours upon her luxurious Carpet smiling at the equally naked figure of her nephew Dan, slouching upon the leather sofa on the opposite side of the Lounge as he told her.

“Okay then Auntie Vicky, start crawling over her just like Sean taught you how to and then give me a perfect blow job…Just like Sean showed you…do it properly and I’ll be sure to leave you a couple of joints”

For Dan the ‘Photo Shoot’ had been perfect for despite her giggles and occasionally reproving remarks Vicky had complied with every single demand Dan had made of her. First posing in all manner of provocative angles when, kneeling on the carpet, bending over chairs and standing upright at all angles in her sexy sheer Red lingerie and high heeled shoes before, at Dan’s command continuing to do so whilst slipping of each item of her lingerie in turn whilst now and again taking a toke of the joint Dan held between his fingers.

“This feels Oooooohhh sooooooo naughty Danny” Vicky giggled at one stage a whilst holding her large naked breasts out toward Dan’s camera before at his bidding going on to progressively remove all of her clothing whilst posing for more and explicit photos until she stood with wide spread legs completely in the centre of her own lounge with her hands linked upon her head.

After taking another toke of the spliff Dan held in one hand whilst with the other toying with her engorged nipples, Vicky giggled “Mmmmmmmm you really are being sooooooo very naughty Danny” but made no attempt whatsoever to prevent Dan from lowering his fingers down between her legs where he was delighted to discover a copious amount of juices escaping her cunt lips,

“Oooooohhh Danny…….that’s even naughtier. You really shouldn’t…on my god……Ohhhhhhhh!”  Gasped Vicky as Dan slipped two fingers between her inviting cunt lips.

All of which had had been a revelation for Dan who without his Mothers knowledge  had bunked of college for the day, but in his wildest imaginings Dan  hadn’t expected his Aunt to relent to him so readily, even with the assistance of the strong weed.

It seemed his Aunt really was, as Sean had described her, ‘walking sex  on legs ready to submit when the right buttons were pushed’  Jeez, she had even knelt down with her nose in the carpet spreading her Ass whilst he had taken close ups of Vicky’s glistening cunts lips and puckered Anus.

Dan believed Vicky would even allow him to fuck her, but that, as Sean had told him, was not on the agenda, his job was to ensure Vicky, even in a joint induced haze, remembered all the training he had given her.

“Maybe I’ll play with that a little more later on Auntie but right now you have to show me you remember everything Sean has taught you about pleasing a man with your Mouth” Said Dan after regretfully pulling his wet fingers from Vicky’s sopping cunt and allowing her another toke’

“Of course I do, silly!”  Replied Vicky before immediately lowering her naked knees onto the carpet before and very gradually stripping the lower half of Dan’s body until he stood with his proudly erect cock pointing straight at her mouth.

Vicky then gave Dan’s throbbing cock the briefest kisses with her lips before crawling across the carpet to the other side of the room, where, kneeling upright she placed her hands atop her heads and smiled at Dan saying.

“If Sir would kindly sit on the sofa this Slave will attend to his every need!” words to which he needed no second reminder and after slouching with his buttocks half off of the sofa Dan’s young face smiled in expectation as his naked Aunt Vicky, with her glorious Ass swaying from side to side, crawled sexily on all four across the carpet toward him, fulfilling Sean’s first criterion.

In fact Vicky fully intended to enjoy every single moment of the thirty minutes she was expected to make a ‘client’, in this case her own nephew, last before allowing him to cum in her mouth and this she indeed did.

“Would Sir please squeeze my breasts and nipples” Vicky asked Dan with pleading eyes. Dan of course  had been only to happy to oblige his Aunt and for the following half hour was treated to every single skill in her repertoire as she first slid her hand under Dan’s heavy balls before her index finger began circling his Anus.

Having almost driving Dan to climax there and then, Vicky then left him frustrated for what seemed an eternity before holding his balls in her hand, and again Vicky licked, kissed and sucked them before again frustrating Dan when removing her hands. Leaving him again for a few seconds Vicky lowered her head again to kiss the area around the base of Dan’s cock before pushing her tongue out to progressively kiss and lick every single inch of his throbbing member.

Time and again Vicky left her nephew on the very edge of a massive orgasm before, knowing he could take no more, she pushed her mouth over him until she was, in Sean’s words ‘deep throating’ Dan before realizing he was about to explode in her throat.

So following Sean’s instructions Vicky lifted her mouth from Dan’s trembling cock and sitting back on her haunches, pulled his cock level with her mouth only six inches away. Then with a wanton gaze into Dan’s astonished eyes, Vicky loosened her vice like grip on his cock and allowed an explosive stream of his hot young cum juices to shoot straight into her waiting mouth and over her chin. 

Eventually, with the groaning Dan breathing heavily and Vicky herself experiencing her own orgasm, she had opened her mouth and shown Dan the copious amount his own juices remaining on her tongue. Then raising her mouth over his still erect cock she allowed Dan’s cum juices to fall back onto his cock. Then lowering her head again Vicky sucked and swallowed his juices before cleaning every millimeter pf Dan’s cock with her protruding tongue.

“Well Danny” Vicky said after sitting back on her haunches, “How about another of your smokes now?” 

“Upstairs maybe Auntie, then we can talk about what Sean wants you to do for him.” Replied her astounded nephew who thought he had been given the best blow job ever and doubted his own Mother could match her effort,  if though he ever he got the opportunity to experience her doing so upon his cock.

So the still naked Vicky, with the promise of being allowed to experience more of her new found cravings, had led her  nephew Dan, gazing in delight at her deliciously swaying bottom, upstairs into her bedroom, only to be slightly aggrieved when after taking her robe from its hook, Dan had told her.

“On no, no clothes for you Auntie, if you want another spliff you smoke it as you are, next to me on the bed.

Knowing his Mother would be wondering where he was it had been late afternoon when Dan eventually left his naked Aunt, by then sleeping peacefully on the top of her bed. Not though before she had smoked another couple of spliffs whilst giggling and acquiescent to Dan’s wandering fingers exploring every single inch of her magnificent naked body whilst informing her a ‘Friend of Sean’ would soon be calling round and that she should follow his instructions to the letter!.

Having finally woken from her slumbers later that evening later that evening Vicky had been horrified to find herself naked upon her bed, then as the events of the afternoon slowly surfaced in her mind, Vicky sat naked on the edge of her bed and with her hands covering her face whimpered.

“Oh my God…..what have I done?” before glancing at her bedside table to see a handwritten note upon which sat three thick hand rolled cigarettes. 

‘Hey Auntie Vicky, as you were asleep I thought I’d thank you for inviting me around again, jeez, I reckon you gave me the best head job ever, it was fantastic lying beside you on the bed and stroking your naked body in the way you asked me to, jeez was your cunt ever wet! Anyway Auntie I’ll be back round and finish the job on you just like you asked me to, but in the meantime  I’ve left you a few spliffs to be getting on with, if you need any more just give me a call but best not tell Mom about the spiffs, you know what she’s like about drugs Auntie”!   

“Oh my God” recited Vicky again after reading Dan’s handwritten note before taking and lighting one of the spliffs. As the first ‘hit’ began to calm her, Vicky realized she would have to ration them or….or ask her nephew for a further supply of them, thus bringing her ever more under Dan’s control……………….  

Chapter Seven:

        After taking her bath Catherine dressed in her customary fashion before leaving for her shopping expedition. Today wearing a light pink lingerie set of bra, tiny thong, tan seamed stockings and garter belt below. Above that Catherine wore her knee length white skirt combined with a red almost sheer blouse.

        A pair of tan 4 inch heels and gold necklace completed Catherine’s outfit.  Looking into the full length mirror after brushing her now curly hair she had applied makeup including the mandatory scarlet lipstick. Catherine marveled once again out just how desirable she looked these days. Even though her new appearance was a total transformation of her old self, Catherine never fully realized just how many people had always viewed her as being “sex on legs.”

        Once outside her bedroom Catherine walked along the landing before stopping outside of Dan’s room, for a moment or two Catherine hesitated. The shopping expedition awaited, but then again she had the whole day to herself and so trembling inwardly, Catherine produced a key from her purse.

As always these days Dan’s bedroom door had been locked from the outside. Having had all the house locks changed after buying the property, the key Catherine had taken from her purse was one of the two Master keys to all door locks in the house. These James had insisted upon for securities sake due to his constant business trips. Master keys that Catherine thought only herself and James knew existed and one of which was now opening the door of Dan’s bedroom for the first time since the previous Friday.

        Catherine hadn’t so far asked Dan why he now kept his bedroom door locked, fearing his answer would be that it was to prevent her from fucking her son’s friends in his own bedroom. So Catherine had let the matter rest there, leaving his fresh sheets and laundry outside on the landing.

Just now and then though, like today Catherine did things differently. Once through the doorway, having grown accustomed to seeing naked photos of herself in her son’s bedroom, Catherine’s eyes were drawn toward Dan’s bedside table. There once again, as he did every few days, Dan had changed the photograph inside the large frame.

        Much to her discomfort, this new photo, a still taken from a DVD recording, was a clear image of Catherine shown handcuffed and kneeling upon Dan’s bed. Her face was buried in a pillow as Dan leant over her all but naked body. His fingers, buried to the knuckle, were clearly penetrating his Mother’s pussy while his free hand masturbated his long hard cock.        

It was of course so very, very wrong, but yet again Catherine was both disturbed yet  inexplicably thrilled to view her naked body under the complete control of the son she loved so very much, so much so that her all too familiar sexual stirrings were quickly surfacing once again.

Very soon the throbbing deep down inside her pussy was causing Catherine to run her hands under her skirt until her small fingers were delving inside of her tiny thong.

        Since her “training” in Tony’s dungeon and the fitting of her gold rings, Catherine found herself to be in an almost continuous state of sexual arousal and now, As she sat back upon Dan’s bed, Catherine guiltily recalled how even that young rapist thug Kevin had so humiliatingly brought her to orgasm almost as soon as she realized he was slipping his evil cock inside her.

Recalling how the force of his strong hands had pulled her mouth onto his own and of how his arms had encircled her in an embrace of terror as he had arched his groin upward, forcing himself deep inside her.

Catherine recalled how she was unable to escape from Kevin’s vice like grip and of how she had oh so guiltily succumbed to the inevitable. When wave after wave of orgasm’s had swept through her as she had felt his hot sperm spurting deep into her womb.

        Catherine was now cursing James for his lack of libido and for being away yet again. She also cursed Sean for not being there when she badly needed his strong reassuring masterly presence.

Switching on Dan’s large screen TV, Catherine realized these illicit sessions in Dan’s room had become like a drug to her but  In not realizing she had fallen into the trap Dan had set for her Catherine truly believed Dan now locked his bedroom door purely as a means of preventing his Mother from discovering the secrets held within his room.

Then as the screen flickered to life and Catherine pressed the “play” button on the DVD player, she once again slumped onto her back upon her son’s bed.

The DVD was showing was the recording Dan had made that day in this very room of himself punishing and sexually toying with his own Mother but this time for some reason it was showing the section where Dan was kissing, licking and sucking upon his Mother’s hot and sopping wet fanny.

        “Oh my God,” whispered Catherine pulling her short skirt up over her stomach. Pulling aside her tiny thong Catherine’s fingers slipped between her slippery cunt lips and  began massaging her clitoris while the fingers of her other hand unbuttoned her red blouse.

Pushing aside the hastily opened garment, Catherine’s hand pulled her left breast from within the “confines of her pink bra and with her other hand still massaging her clitoris she toyed with her nipple rings, tugging gently and pulling the lovely gold jewelry round and round her nipples while on the TV screen she watched intently as Dan masturbated himself as she herself clearly pushed her dripping wet cunt back onto Dan’s hungry mouth.

        Image after image came before Catherine’s eyes, of Sean, Dan, Tony, Peter, his son’s Mark and David of all of them using and abusing her. Long gone now was

the staid but bored middle class suburban housewife. All of those people had seen to that and at that moment all that mattered to Catherine was her uncontrolled electrifying pleasure, uncaring of the spectacle she was so obviously making she moaned, groaned and writhed in sheer wanton lust upon her own son’s bed.

        “Oh my God, oh my God” repeated Catherine over and again, her senses magnified by her fingers probing the inside her hot throbbing cunt. Her thumb continued to massage her clitty and a few minutes later Catherine’s lower body reared up from her son’s bed.

        “Ooooohhhhhhhhh” Catherine cried out again and again until all to soon yet another Dan induced euphoric orgasm overtook her shaking body.

Fully aware that should he ever discover just what she had been doing in his bedroom she was sure Dan’s control over her would become absolute and non negotiable. Catherine guiltily tidied herself and, as she had many times since using The master key before leaving his room, ensured Dan’s bedroom was left exactly as it was when she had first entered the room.

All the time though Catherine was unaware of the tiny spy cam Dan had purchased for himself, switching itself on every time the bedroom door opened. The spy cam had done the same on the other occasions Catherine surreptitiously entered Dan’s bedroom, blithely ignorant of that fact her husband had also told Dan of the master keys both he and Catherine possessed.

        As always after leaving her son’s bedroom Catherine’s emotions were mixed with both guilt and feelings of extreme illicit pleasure fought for supremacy. It was pleasure that won the day as a smiling Catherine took her car keys for the drive into town. Perhaps it was a good day to buy some REALLY racy lingerie.

        Out shopping and using her mobile phone Catherine had tried on another three occasions to get hold of her sister Victoria but all her calls were to no avail. So with her expensive shopping centre boutique purchases safely stowed in her car Catherine had finally decided against calling round to see her sister. Instead she decided in favor of returning home to again try on her purchases before Dan returned home from college. There after spending an hour parading herself before her bedroom mirror dressed in her new dresses and lingerie Catherine was facing Dan across the dinner table.

As was almost always the case these days an almost electric atmosphere existed between Mother and son and even though Dan had made no attempt to ‘interfere’ with her of late, Catherine was aware that neither she nor son were truly comfortable in each other’s company.

        In reality this was only true in the case of Catherine, for Dan’s long periods of silence were actually designed by the now surprisingly mature mind of her son to unsettle his Mother.

Smiling inwardly and fully aware his Mother had been in his room again and played the DVD recording while toying with the fantastic new cunt and nipple rings she now sported.  Dan knew that his recent tactic had worked to perfection.

Later Dan would play with his cock whilst taking a leisurely look at a recording of his Mother furtively entering his room and brining herself to orgasm whilst toying with her new gold rings, his knowledge of which Dan  could not yet mention to Catherine lest she become suspicious about how he had discovered what she still thought to be her secret..

After Sean’s demand and implied threats Dan knew he had to now tread carefully with his Mother and so now contented himself with viewing the films he had already made of his Mother and questioning her movements and attire, but that in itself gave the young man a huge sense of control. More so if the threat of the son punishing the Mother was always hanging in the air between them, so for now Dan was content to allow his Mother to apprehensively broach the subject of Fridays visit to Peter’s party.

        “I, err, well, you didn’t know this Dan but I’ve been earning a little extra cash by providing extra tuition for a family I happen to know. As an extra thank you we are invited to a family birthday party for their two boys. Your father was going to take me Dan but as you know he had to go abroad again. Anyway the boy’s father Peter has suggested that you may wish to go with me Dan, Please say you will, I know you will get to meet some lovely people and meet plenty of girls and guys of your own age there.”

        For a while Dan was uncertain and wondered if this was an attempt by his Mother to try and distance herself from him by getting him to make new friends but suddenly that changed and he thought his Mother she must sooner or later realize she had just made a terrible mistake after, warming to her task she had then added.

        It’ll be so much fun Dan. We can both dress in party clothes and I know you will just love my dress...not only that but we are to be taken there in a chauffeur driven car, It’s a lovely car Dan, a huge Limo, I’ve been in it before and  it even has its own cocktail cabinet.”

        Even though finding t difficult to contain him self Dan at least managed to nod in approval and replied, reply “Sounds very nice Mother.” Whilst all the time his mind worked overtime, wondering just why his Mother wanted him to go to a party.

Dan suspected the host must be the boss of the chauffer whom he had watched helping his half dressed Mother from the huge car whilst casually fondling her breasts. More so was that on the third occasion he had seen the car last Friday night It had been quite obvious to him that his Mother was on her knees between the driver’s legs And the only reason she would be doing that would have been whilst sucking the driver’s cock. Given that the driver was not the chauffer who had first collected his Mother, Dan thought that he must then have been this guy Peter.

        So all that money he had seen had not been given to his Mother by Tony! No, it had to be from this guy Peter. Just what had his Mother been doing for her to earn that sort of cash?, It was certainly not from teaching his son’s...or was it? Thought Dan as wicked thoughts of his mother giving a head job to two young boys came into mind.

        “Well Dan,” asked Catherine of her son. “Will you take your Mother to the party?” 

        “Of course I shall Mother, but only if you model your party dress beforehand you so I can give it my approval!”  ……………………..     

        Chapter Eight: The following weekend:

Oh my God……..who the hell are you? Cried Vicky after waking to find a nasty looking youth sat on her bed pulling away her bedclothes, revealing her naked body before in her hung over and sleep befuddled condition Vicky made a desperate but futile attempt to prevent him from doing so.

“It’s almost midday and time you were up and about you last bitch” he replied, holding Vicky’s chin with one hand whilst easily containing Vicky’s attempts at concealing her naked body with the other before continuing. “Sean has sent me to look after you and drive you around, just as well by the looks of it, it looks as though you’ve really been hitting the bottle along with a few joints and you look like hell” Said Kevin Smith.

Vicky’s eyes followed those of Kevin to bedside table, upon which stood a glass and half empty Vodka bottle along with a butt filled ashtray holding a small roach from the last of the Joints Dan had left her with a few days ago. ‘No wonder I sleep so long’ reflected Vicky whilst cursing herself for not wearing a nightdress during the hot summer’s night.

With painful grip upon her chin booking no argument Vicky at last recalled the name Dan had written on the note he had left for her. So this dreadful spotty youth whose eyes were now looking intently at every inch of her naked body was to her ‘minder’

during the next 24 hours. A minder whose only purpose was to ensure she was delivered to her ‘Client’ at the specified time and with her wearing the exact clothing required of her thought Vicky dejectedly whilst wondering if he would allow her a cigarette  and a ‘livener’ from the bottle of Vodka beside her.

*….I need…could I have and drink and a cigarette….please” But under Sean’s orders to ensure she stayed sober and alert Kevin was in no mood to compromise and while by then stroking Vicky’s large breasts and nipples told her “Maybe Later Baby, first you go downstairs make a nice big pot of coffee them bring it back up here”

As she made her reluctant way downstairs Vicky had been sadly mistaken in thinking Kevin may allow her to at least place a robe over her naked body for without further ado the always uncompromising Kevin produced a pair of cold steel handcuffs connected by a wide steel chain and clipped them over the surprised Raven haired beauties wrists, telling her she would only wear clothes when he allowed her to do so.

Even so, after using the downstairs toilet, Vicky had retained her ingrained sense of vanity by after washing herself thoroughly and brushing her dark hair she had sprayed a liberal amount of perfume over her entire body.

  With his inbuilt malevolence toward older women Kevin was more than happy to extract every last once of dignity from her. This began by his having the naked  Vicky, with somewhat envious eyes, kneeling on her haunches drinking her coffee with her wide spread knees clearly displaying her cunt lips to him whilst Kevin lay upon her bed lighting his first spliff of the day.

“Maybe I’ll give you a couple of tokes when you are in the bath washing that great looking cunt I can see winking at me down there……. After you’ve given me a good head job that is!”“………………………………………………………………….

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        Inside the reception hall of the large country house Catherine Dixon stood chatting with Peter Harris who had joined them after his two sons had welcomed a very nervous Catherine and her son Dan to their opulent birthday party. Catherine had stood frozen to the spot and her heart thumped wildly against her chest as the

two young boys complimented her upon how beautiful she was looking but Then the two boys stood chatting amiably to her son Dan who of course should have been unaware that these two seventeen olds had so recently repeatedly humiliated and ravished his Mother in her every orifice, leaving Catherine Dixon flooded with their hot gushing sperm.

        Even so, despite her anxiety after the boy’s father Peter joined the little group Catherine could not help but enjoy a brief moment of illicit exhilaration as she recalled the memory of how she been beaten by, taken and forced to taste and swallow the hot sperm of three of the four males surrounding her and in fact had been subjugated by all four if she included the moment of fleeting madness when her tongue had rested upon the throbbing head of own son’s rock hard cock and Of course Dan had also beaten his Mother on more than one occasion.

        As she gazed around the reception hall it became obvious to Catherine that the huge house was full of beautiful young girls, many of whom were dressed even more provocatively than her. The guests also included young men of Dan’s age and were themselves dressed in lounge and dinner suites such as the one she had managed to get Dan to wear.

All of which led Catherine, as Peter chatted to her about her husband’s business trips, to ponder upon the real reason she had been invited to the party, for she was Still unaware why it had been so important to Peter that either her husband or son escort her here. Catherine could only assume the answer to that question would be  discovered later and expected to learn this after the sumptuous buffet laid on in the huge dining room had been consumed and the evening had really got underway.

For the younger partygoers there was dancing to the rock group Peter had organized and perhaps she would learn  her undoubted fate after the entertainment Peter had vaguely mentioned was to be held for some of the guests later on.

       So after Allowing Peter to usher her by the arm into the large dining room so full of inviting food and drink, Catherine’s mind drifted back to the luxury of her journey to the party when she fearful of what to expect at the birthday party Peter had arranged for his twin sons, Mark and David she had sat reclined into the expensive luxury of soft leather seats in the rear of the limo carrying herself and Dan toward the large county house of Peter Harris.

        Once again the car was driven by Catherine’s nemesis Charles, the chauffeur who had gagged, subdued and humiliated Catherine during her first visit to the huge country house and . Whom she had instantly and hesitantly recognized as soon as she had seen the peak capped chauffer. Tonight though Charles had been a model of deference toward Catherine and Dan and to him they were Sir and Madam.

Catherine however had noted how now and again how, with a hint of a smile, Charles eyes had caught her own through the rear view mirror as he drove along and that those eyes were also taking in her short low cut dress beneath her small velvet wrap.

        Catherine had at least been relieved that Dan had been sensible enough to sit a modest distance from his Mother in the rear of the car, something Catherine thought her son must have found very difficult to do given his reaction, and she had to admit her own earlier eventual frustration, when as promised Catherine had given Dan a preview of the dress she now wore for tonight’s party.

        Earlier Catherine had finally managed to contact her rather vague sounding sister and was unaware Kevin Smith was listing to their conversation on the speakerphone while finalizing his preparation for the naked and terrified Victoria’s own night out. Their short conversation ended after Vicky had assured Catherine she was just a little tired and was having an early night.

After that Catherine had bathed then dressed in the sexy clothing Peter had provided for her to wear at the party and applied lavish makeup before cheerfully calling out to her son from her bedroom doorway and after hearing her son bounding up the stairs, then retreating back into her room to allow Dan to view the dress from where he stood in her bedroom doorway.

        Moments later and with his cock already straining hard against his pants Dan was gazing in open admiration at his Mother from her bedroom door as she elegantly twirled around her bedroom modeling the backless red chiffon dress she was to wear for the evening. Even though fully aware her large unconstrained breasts were straining against the thin material and giving Dan a view of her hard nipples Catherine could not help but feel a surge of pride, not only in the way she knew she looked in the tiny dress but also pride in the way her son so obviously admired her looks.

        “Wow,” said Dan, “What an unbelievable dress,” as Catherine paraded her mature yet still beautiful body. Truly meaning it, Dan had never before seen his Mother looking so sexy. With her long blonde curly piled high on her head after her visit to her hairdresser and her face made up to perfection. Not to mention the tips of her wonderfully large nipples pointing through the thin material of her red dress.

        “But you still haven’t shown me what you are wearing under the dress Mom.”

        “Please Dan, let’s leave that for now,” replied Catherine unconvincingly whilst hoping her son would spare her the indignity of having to display to him the pink lingerie beneath her dress.         “If you really want me to take you to the party you will just have show it to me Mother, now stop being so disobedient and take off the dress right now.”

        The sudden severity of Dan’s voice stopped Catherine abruptly in her tracks. Such was her son’s tone of authority his words could just have easily been those of Sean or Tony, It was an authoritative voice booking no argument and when his Mother’s eyes met his own again Catherine found herself trembling in a bizarre sense of erotic anticipation.

        “Do it now or face a spanking in my room,” Dan threatened his nervous Mother and by now anxiously aware of the familiar sexually charged atmosphere developing between them Catherine realized it was either remove the dress or be spanked along with all the possible ramifications that may follow her refusal.

Having spent the past hour on her hair and makeup Catherine was less than enthusiastic about either option and tried to appease Dan by saying to the young man dressed in a white and black tuxedo and looking smarter and more adult than Catherine had ever before seen him. “Please Dan, the car they are sending will be here soon and I’ve already spent an hour on my hair and makeup. Look, please let me show you by lifting my dress Dan.”

        Dan though was adamant and determined to have his own way and strolling into Catherine’s bedroom He surprised his Mother by holding her shoulders and forcing her to turn around before taking the thin long spaghetti straps of the short red chiffon Dress and easing them over Catherine’s shoulders before telling her. “Don’t argue with me Mother. This is only going to affect your hair and makeup if you defy me and I have to spank you.”

        With no further protest from Catherine Dan lowered the lovely little dress over his Mothers large breasts and stomach until the slippery material slipped down further and further Until it formed a red pool of chiffon around Catherine’s pink 5 inch high heeled shoes.

Dan eased his Mothers almost naked body away from him until he had a glorious view of Catherine’s naked back and still pert buttocks dissected by the thin black elastic of her tiny pink thong above her naked milky white thighs and shapely legs, legs were in seamed black stockings with lace tops clipped into the clasps of Catherine’s pink suspender belt.

        “You really are so beautiful Mother and I love the new lingerie, when did you buy it?” Dan asked Catherine while, to her dismay slowly turning her around until she faced her son with her large but firm naked breasts fully on display. Her shaven mound only partially concealed by the thin panel of pink silk that made up her tiny thong.

“Oh my god mum, when did you have these fitted? Exclaimed Dan with feigned surprise as Catherine’s new gold nipple rings came into view.

“Oh..I….well….I thought, well Dan…it was an impulse I guess, desperately hoping her son would not discover the matching ring on her pubis. 

        Acutely aware it was only a few minutes before the car arrived Catherine knew it was by now pointless to try and conceal her body from Dan now that once again he had got his own way and So Catherine simply stood rock still with her hands by her side as Dan admired her body from this frontal angle. but After he had again complimented her upon her lovely body, his fingers began toying with her little gold nipple rings and Catherine was again horrified to find the familiar throbbing in her pussy beginning to overwhelm her senses.

        “Oh God, please don’t do that Dan. We both know it’s wrong, you should not be doing it,” Catherine pleaded rather lamely, not wishing to antagonize Dan just before the car arrived.

   Even though Sean had warned him off this sort of thing Dan Ignoring his Mother and cut off any further protest from Catherine by placing two fingers of his left hand to his Mother’s lips and continued to toy with and twist her gold nipple rings. As her breathing became ever harsher, Catherine unconsciously closed her eyes to the intense pleasure and when Dan pushed his fingers a little harder against her lips Catherine parted them a little until Dan’s fingers met her tongue tasting and licking the two digits before sucking her son’s fingers fully inside her mouth, greedily sucking and licking her son’s digits as though they were his cock inside her mouth.

        Dan’s heart was thumping wildly to this latest easy triumph in bending his Mother to his own and realized he was going much further than he had originally intended and was sure his throbbing cock would surely rip open his pants. 

        Even so, such was Dan’s exhilaration as his Mother sucked greedily and erotically upon his two fingers he was unable to prevent himself from lowering his fingers from Catherine’s nipple rings and trace them downward, over her body and toward her sodden cunt lips before the loud ringing of the door bell suddenly broke this illicit yet electric cavernous pit of ecstasy into which both Mother and had fallen.    

“Oh my God, that’s the doorbell!” gasped Catherine, breaking the spell and pulling herself away from Dan’s fingers in both her mouth  she grabbed her dress and dashed into her bathroom. Trying hard to conceal his frustration together with his bulging erection, Dan quickly composed himself as best he could before going downstairs to open the door to Charles and told the chauffer that his Mother, as it seemed with all Mother’s, was always late in getting ready and would be down in a couple of minutes………………………………………………………..

     

    

As she sat at the dinner chair Peter had ushered her into Catherine recalled her son’s red face and bulging groin, not to mention his eyes meeting her own when helping her into the car and wondering if Charles had noticed anything.

        Well, it’s too late to worry about that now, thought Catherine as Dan stood beside his Mother whilst Peter introduced her to a husband and wife couple who looked to be a bit younger than her, perhaps in their late twenties or early thirties. “Catherine, please meet my business associate Bill Coombe and his lovely wife Helen. They have promised to look after you during the evening. As for young Dan here, this gorgeous young lady is my niece Polly and she has really been looking forward to meeting the son of the Lady who had taught her cousins so much.”

        And as Catherine tried to hide her blushing face Peter allowed both Dan and Poppy to take their seats before telling Dan. “I have sat Poppy with you Dan because I know that as Catherine’s son you will be mature enough to look after her.”

        Then Poppy interrupted him by saying “Oh please Uncle Peter, you’re not going to embarrass me again...not before all these nice people.” 

        Smiling at Catherine, Peter then continued. “I’m afraid Poppy can be a little mischievous at times Catherine, that’s why I am hoping Dan will be a calming influence on her.”

        “I’m sure he will Peter,” replied Catherine, wondering if anybody could possibly be as “Mischievous” as the man standing beside her.

        “Good, that’s settled then, I leave Poppy in the safe hands of young Dan.”

        Dan could already feel Poppy’s small hand sliding up his inner thigh below the dinner table but. “Who cares”, he decided. “She can be as naughty as she likes with me as long as this Peter doesn’t see us.”

        Peter was then sitting Bill Coombe to one side of Catherine with his wife Helen beside him. With both of them shaking her hand Peter then sat Dan in between Helen and Poppy at the circular table leaving a final place beside Catherine and here Peter finally sat himself.

        Oddly to Catherine both Bill and his wife Helen wore black tuxedos. Although she admitted that in Helen’s case the thin black silk suit and white silk blouse made the tall cropped haired slim dark haired woman look very attractive and sophisticated whilst the tanned Poppy went to the other extreme in wearing a tiny white dress, shorter and lower cut than even her own and Catherine noted that Poppy’s well

tanned legs had no need of tights or stockings. Just as well for as she went to sit down it had been quite clear to her that Poppy was wearing neither a bra nor a thong and that beneath the tiny dress the young girl was in fact completely naked!. .

        Whether by accident or design Catherine had been allocated a “Carver” chair, the arms of which would not pass underneath the table, leaving Catherine’s legs on display below the hem of her short dress, so much so that whilst she, Peter and the Coombes were engaged in a four way conversation Catherine continually pulled the hem of her short dress downward in an effort to cover her lace stocking tops. Until that is whilst speaking to Bill, as Catherine again lowered her right hand to pull her hem downward she suddenly felt Bill’s hand gripping her own to prevent Catherine from adjusting her dress.

        “Please stop doing that” Bill politely but firmly told Catherine whose eyes went straight to his wife Helen and then to Peter but although having been party to the conversation both Peter and Helen resumed speaking to one another as if nothing had been said to her whilst across the table a bemused Catherine could see that Poppy and her son were leaning close to one another deep in their own seemingly private conversation and unaware of the byplay taking place.

        Without even thinking about it Catherine had pushed Bill’s hand to return it back up onto the dinner table before Peter then told her.  “I think you had best apologize to us Catherine.”

        Momentarily stunned, Catherine could do no more than look, first to both Helen and then Peter but saw neither surprise or pity in their eyes and after glancing across the table to see her son and Poppy were still totally oblivious to what was going on Catherine lowered her head and softy replied. “I’m sorry Bill.”      

  “That’s a good girl Catherine, after all why spoil a lovely view of a wonderful pair of thighs”, laughed Bill, Leaving Catherine more than a little confused and embarrassed and wondering if this interplay had been more than just a piece of fun to Bill, suspecting that perhaps somehow it formed part of the reason she was here tonight...but if that were the case why then did Peter insist she also invited Dan to the party?

        Surprisingly to Catherine, Dan and Poppy sat closer and closer while laughing and giggling and with Peter now and then leaving the table to act the perfect host, the rest of her meal was spent engaged in pleasant conversation with Bill and Helen before Bill eventually informed the suddenly star struck and fascinated Catherine that along with Peter he was in fact a partner in a film production company, a company specializing in action and romantic films sold on DVD and the internet.

Bill also explained that his wife Helen had at one time even acted in some of the films he directed and that some members of his production crew were even at that moment making a recording of the party for Peter’s sons.

        Eventually the dinner tables were cleared and the younger guests began traipsing outside to the large dance marquee although both Dan and Poppy were still having fits of giggling together and with a sudden illogical feeling of resentment Catherine could see that Poppy was now running her fingers up and down her son’s thigh as far as his groin before Peter eventually returned to their table and told the youngsters. “Come on you guys, there’s a rock band and a dance floor waiting for you two, these older ones will join you later.” 

        Whilst watching Poppy drag a reluctant Dan from his chair toward the dance marquee Catherine didn’t however notice the young girl nodding toward Peter whist he was strode off toward the marquee with her and Dan but then the conversation had resumed and Catherine giggled and looked away diffidently when Helen suggested that as Catherine herself had right features and skin tone required for a close ups why hadn’t she herself ever gone into acting.

        “God, I’m far too old Helen, besides put side by side with you I would be seen as the old wicked witch compared to a fairy princess,” laughed Catherine although secretly flattered by the tall good looking woman’s words.

        “That’s complete nonsense...and I can prove it!” laughed Helen.

        “I’m afraid I don’t follow you Helen,” replied Catherine but once again Helen had laughed. “Look around you silly, look at the cameras, all we have to do is get one of the crews to take a camera into a well lit room and do a screen test on both of us.”

        Certainly Catherine had been aware of people with cameras and sound equipment milling around in both the reception room and there in the huge dining room although she hadn’t associated them with Bill or Helen, but  a couple of glasses of wine along with her own innate sense of fun caused her to respond to Helen. ”Okay then, but as they do in golf, whoever the poor judge is to be will have to give my older face a much higher handicap than yours Helen!” said Catherine, not noticing the look passing between Helen and her husband before all three burst into fits of laughter. 

        “Okay then Catherine and afterward we will show the film to someone unbiased and let him or her decide which of us is better suited to the camera. My bet is on you Catherine. You will let us borrow a camera crew wouldn’t you darling?” Then asked Helen coyly, leaning close to Bill and kissing him on the cheek.        

Her laughing husband then replied, “Jeez, how could I refuse two such beautiful women! Sure, the guys in the reception area are about finished. You can get then to help you out Helen. Maybe Peter will let you use his private den for the shoot, there’s plenty of light in there.”

        With the dance marquee forgotten for the time being Catherine and Helen chatted, laughed and continued their mock competitive banter together as Bill went off in search of the film crew before returning ten minutes later to tell Catherine and Helen, “It’s all arranged girls and Peter said he’s more than happy to help you so Neil the cameraman and his technician are setting up their equipment in his den.” 

        Mentioning Peter’s name had shown a little seed of doubt in Catherine’s mind, but still, this silly competition would involve only Helen and herself looking into a film camera operated by one of Bill’s employees and Catherine’s doubts soon melted away when with her hand squeezing her own upon the dinner table Helen told her.        “Hey, don’t look so worried Catherine, you’ll be amazing, believe me I know you will.”

        “Perhaps I should go to the marquee and tell Dan where we are going,” replied Catherine before Bill interrupted.

        “Hey, don’t forget your boy may want a little time alone with that girl Poppy, Catherine, so you and Helen just go enjoy and leave it to me, I’ll go to the marquee and tell the lad you’ll be, err busy for a little while but that afterward you’ll join him for a Mother and son dance.”

        A few minutes later, after more laughter and banter Bill watched Helen and Catherine walk of arm-in-arm toward Peter’s private Den

As both women giggled mischievously, Helen Coombe led Catherine Dixon by the hand into Peter’s private den watched by the camera crew already inside the room, well aware that rather than being occupied with their earlier mundane assignment of filming the party guests in the reception hall they now had a far more enjoyable assignment engaged in their more usual task of filming beautiful women in distress.

So having already been tipped off by Bill the crew played up to the outwardly innocent contest between Helen and Catherine, taking the usual close ups from all angles before asking both fully dressed women to parade around the room and Although Catherine was puzzled as to why a sound man was present, such was the frivolity and banter between everyone in the room her doubts were soon dispelled. That was until Helen reminded Catherine of her demand there be a “handicap” allotted to her, as she were the older of the two women.

        “Well, with my old figure it had better be a good one!” giggled Catherine.

        “Oh, if you really want to win I have the perfect handicap for you Catherine!” answered Helen, by now standing behind the shorter figure of Catherine Dixon, just as the cameraman had requested for they wanted a good shot of Helen, the much taller woman, with her head well above Catherine’s shoulders. Then, after Helen had placed her hands on her shoulders, Catherine giggled impatiently and replied. 

        “Of course I do Helen but you still haven’t told me what it’s going to be.” ,Before being         suddenly taken aback when without warning Helen’s hands upon her shoulders pulled away the spaghetti thin straps of her tiny dress.

Taken totally unawares by this sudden action, Catherine’s reactions were far too slow as Helen, just as Dan had done earlier, slid the little chiffon dress over Catherine’s bare breasts and stomach until it again lay in a pool of red chiffon around her ankles and Catherine was facing the camera and sound men almost naked with only her tiny thong, stockings and suspender belt concealing any last vestiges of her modesty.

        “Oh my God Helen, what are you doing,” cried Catherine, suddenly realizing both the cameraman and his sound man colleague were enthusiastically filming the unfolding scene and. belatedly cupping one large breast in each of her small hands Catherine pleaded with them to stop. However both men simply ignored her pleas and continued filming her agitated distress whilst the horror struck. Catherine suddenly felt Helen’s fingers on her hips pulling the thin black elastic of her tiny thong away from her body………………………………………………

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“Hello my child I am Olga and I am going to look after you tonight” The large East European woman told Vicky before leading her through a maze of corridors and eventually entering a smaller dining room upon the table of which sat Champagnes and canapés.

There Olga removed both Vicky’s handcuffs and blindfold before telling a rather surprised Vicky.

“Olga now pour champagne for Madam….please take food if you wish….and please sit there”

Having taken her specified high back chair and accepted the glass of champagne Olga whilst pointing to the champagne and canapés whilst pointing to the champagne had then left the dining room after telling Vicky “you very pretty little child, Olga like you very much but Olga go now for a while but will soon be back…now you enjoy yes?”

Taking a sip of champagne and still without a clue as to what was expected of her Vicky could only nod in affirmation toward the large and rather scary woman with the strange accent.

For the time being At least Vicky  was relieved at being free the beck and call of the odious Kevin who had kept her naked and chained throughout the afternoon whilst using her as nothing more than his personal slave.. ………………………………

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Earlier, In her Bedroom with Vicky Kneeling by his side Kevin had reclined lazily upon Vicky’s bed toying with her body In between her repeatedly sucking his cock and swallowing mouthfuls of his disgusting sperm.

In between these episodes Vicky had made Kevin drinks and snacks, lit his cigarettes and ushered her naked body on all fours around her bedroom like a pet animal whilst holding Kevin gazing eyes with her own.

Eventually though, to her great relief, Kevin had finally relented and it was with almost a genuine sense of gratitude that Vicky had accepted a small Vodka along with a few tokes on one of the spliffs he occasionally lit. 

Although still miffed by Sean’s assertion that he was not to fuck Vicky in either her cunt or Ass Kevin again used her mouth and satisfied his needs for the final time before looking at his watch and deciding it was by then time for Vicky to take a shower before preparing herself for the evening…………………...

Now in Peter’s large house taking another sip of her champagne Vicky recalled how she had embarrassingly showered under Kevin’s lustful eyes. Almost as bad had been the humiliation of having Kevin drying her body before watching her dressing in the Sheer Red lingerie she had modeled before her nephew Dan and after making up her hair and face before thee malevolent youth then stepping into the matching high heeled shoes and parading around the room for Kevin.

Eventually Vicky had slipped her curvaceous body into an incredibly revealing short black dress Kevin had given her.

A dress leaving almost nothing to the imagination for its low cut top  only just concealed the top of her sheer red bra whilst the hem again only just hid the lace

tops of Vicky’s sheer stockings although it was quite obvious to Vicky that  when  sat down, far more of her legs would revealed than simply her lacy stocking tops .

At least the SUV Kevin had assisted her into had been smart enough, but Vicky had  been horrified when realizing her tiny thong was surely visible after sliding into the rear seat Kevin had pulled her arms behind her back before placing the cold linked steel handcuffs over her wrists and even worse, then blindfolding Vicky with a  leather hood! 

“This is how they want you delivered so just thankful I haven’t gagged you as well bitch” Kevin told the mortified Vicky, now unable to continue her futile attempts at concealing her upper legs. So all she could then do was to sit back against the soft leather for what seemed to be an eternity.

Eventually, without a clue as to where she was or how long they had been driving the SUV came to a standstill.

“This is it bitch……. It’s my job to make sure you behave yourself with these guys…so any acting up from you and you get the hiding of your life !” threatened Kevin before Vicky’s door had been opened and the terrified, blindfolded, handcuffed  unresisting Vicky was removed from by a large severe looking woman just as Kevin  spotted a tall very built  and hard looking guy telling him to wind down the drivers window.

Saying nothing the guy had passed Kevin the large sealed envelope” For your boss…open it and you regret it…understood?” Kevin nodded, experience had long since taught him just who to avoid a confrontation with and when asked, he quickly handed over Vicky’s handcuff keys before the guy then surprised him by placing a bundle of notes in his hand and then telling Kevin.

“Be a good boy…forget this place and forget you brought her here……it was a Hotel up the road…..get it?”

“No problem…..never been here in my life” replied Kevin happily counting the cash he had been given.

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        “Stop being so childish Catherine,” Helen told her.” You asked for a handicap and who will be interested in looking at me when they can study your lovely breasts and those wonderful gold rings, now stop being such a naughty girl and show your lovely big tits to the camera. If you don’t I will pull this down so they can film your lovely little pussy instead!” 

So appalled was Catherine that Helen was about to remove her thong and therefore display her most intimate of body parts to the cameraman that even though constrained by the need to keep her breasts covered, she none the less struggled to break free of Helen’s grip on her hips, but It was hopeless, the much taller and quite obviously stronger and younger woman’s grip on her hips was like iron and Catherine was eventually left with no option other than to lower one hand from her breasts onto Helen’s hand gripping both her hip and the thin elastic of her tiny thong, but in doing her best to cover both large breasts with one arm Catherine  was unwittingly giving the cameraman some wonderfully authentic footage of the naked mature beauty’s struggle to retain her modesty as she struggled to free herself from Helen’s vice like clutches as  once again Helen hammed it up for the film crew.

.“You really are being very naughty little baby Catherine, I’m going to have to punish you for that.”

Helen admonished the older woman and with one firm wrench of Catherine’s thong ripped the elastic and Catherine’s tiny garment was easily torn away from her body, leaving Dan’s incredulous Mother, as the cameraman zooming into her crotch, to use one hand in an erotic attempt to cover her shaven cunt lips and gold ringed pubis before, from behind her, Helen pulled back both Catherine arms just below her elbows before then taking the struggling Catherine’s slim wrists in one of her strong hands.

Pulling her arms upward Helen forced Catherine’s body to bend over at the stomach and after pausing for the cameraman’s signal she began repeatedly and forcefully slapping Catherine’s naked buttocks and the backs of her upper thighs and try as she may, no matter how hard her pleading and struggling, Catherine was completely unable to escape the much stronger woman’s grip and from the Punishment Helen was giving her.

      For Catherine having been bound or handcuffed would surely have been infinitely more preferable to the humiliation of being so easily controlled by another woman this way. All the more so when every moment of Catherine’s struggles and her every squeal and protest seemed to play to Helen’s seemingly effortless control of her body whilst Helen’s merciless spanking of Catherine’s bottom and thighs continued to be recorded by a camera crew only too aware that the footage of the entirely genuine resistance the naked mature blonde provided for the camera would be worth a small fortune to their boss. 

        “For pity’s sakes Helen, please stop this,” pleaded Catherine yet again. The stinging in her thighs and buttocks alongside the utter humiliation of it all was excruciating but Catherine’s pleading seemed only to spur Helen on to an ever more forceful rhythmic spanking of her painful reddened bottom until Helen eventually told her. “Now be a good little baby and tell Momma how sorry you are for being so

naughty and that from now on you will be good girl and do everything your Mistress tells you.” 

        Catherine cursed her stupidity in agreeing to attend the party. After all her every instinct had told her the only possible reason for Peter wanting her there would have been to inflict yet more indignity upon her and  just that was happening now although this time it was not Peter or his sons inflicting those indignities but one of his guests and a female guest at that.! Yet Catherine was convinced Peter must surely be behind her predicament and was by now fully aware this was almost certainly only the beginning of her dilemma and she had little or no choice but to comply with Helen’s demands.

So Despite the appalling humiliation of having the film crew capturing her every word, Catherine softly recited the words demanded of her by the younger woman who then resumed spanking her.         “I’m sorry...oh God... Mistress...I’ll be a good girl now and do as you tell me.”

       However, Catherine was totally unaware that “Helen Coombe” was in fact “Mistress Imogene”, Poppy’s dominant lesbian flat mate and another of Bill’s porno actors. Although more accustomed to subjugating her flat mate, both on camera and at home, Imogene was more than willing to play the part of “Helen Coombe” and having been very much taken by the charms of this mature blonde beauty Helen was by then hoping she may even succeed in actually “turning” the older woman whilst playing her dominatrix persona before the camera.

    So, with thoughts of life scenarios now in mind Helen continued.    “That’s a Good baby, she said,  momentarily releasing Catherine,” Now your Mistress and the film crew are going watch you wiggling your yummy naked ass as you crawl around the room on all fours.”

        This was too much even for Catherine who over the past months had become almost immune to such degrading treatment and suddenly noticing the film crew was now on the other side of the room from the door Catherine decided to make a run for the door. Seconds later the naked  Catherine was doing just that but only to find the door had been locked and Moments later, after desperately pulling on the locked door, the trembling naked Catherine turned to see  the film crew continue recording every moment of this new drama and that Helen was moving slowly toward her holding a riding crop

. “Oh God I’m sorry, please don’t use that on me Helen... Mistress!” cried Catherine just before screaming in pain as Helen slashed the leather crop across her naked breasts.

        After a couple more slashes of the riding crop, pained, bewildered and utterly mortified, Catherine was soon wriggling her bottom deliciously as she crawled round and round Peter’s “private den” on all fours. As she did she was emitting little yelps of pained distress each time the fully dressed “Mistress” Helen tapped the leather riding crop on her bottom and lower thighs. For her part her Mistress walked slowly beside her crawling naked charge.

Helen then began stopping now and again to have Catherine sit up on her knees with her hands behind her back before again laying the crop across her breasts. Then occasionally changing direction or having Catherine lower her head until her lips were kissing Helen’s shoes, delighting the camera crew who for the next hour captured every second of Catherine’s ill-treatment.

An her ill treatment culminating in Helen instructing Catherine to push her nose into the thick carpet while simultaneously raising her bottom high in the air and then with her hands reaching behind her, to spread her ass cheeks apart as Helen ran the tips of her fingers up and down both Catherine’s cunt lips and puckered anal ring.

        “Now let’s get you nicely juiced up little baby,” Helen told the highly self-conscious Mother. Then as she delivered a couple of blows from her riding crop to the back of Catherine’s thighs as a foretaste of what she could expect should she remove her hands from her buttocks Catherine was told that any attempt to deny Helen access to either her cunt or anus would be rewarded even more harshly and this threat alone allowed the younger woman’s fingers to freely explore Catherine’s orifices for the next few minutes, During which time Catherine was mortified to discover that Helen’s knowing fingers were indeed causing her pussy to lubricate freely before being stunned to realize a soft cylindrical object was being slowly inserted into her vagina.

        It was this object, in fact a short but thick pink rubber dildo, that Catherine was ordered to retain in her vagina when forced by Helen to kneel back on her haunches with hands behind her back. Catherine, resting her bottom upon her ankles, was then told to suck three of Helen’s fingers into her mouth whilst sliding the dildo between her cunt lips. During this time Catherine was also ordered to gaze continuously into Helen’s eyes until, with long low gasps of pleasure, and still looking into her tormentor’s eyes she came to orgasm whilst continuing to stare into Helen’s and sucking greedily upon Helen’s fingers whilst fully aware the cameras were capturing every moment of her capitulation and submission toward the younger dominant woman towering over her.

        Fifteen minutes later a satisfied Catherine was now far too obedient toward Helen to offer further resistance. With  Helen sat behind Peter’s large desk with the embarrassed and naked mature blonde Mother sitting obediently on her knees like a small child, after placing her arm around Catherine’s shoulders, Helen again playing up to the camera as she kissed, cuddled, caressed and toyed with the Beasts, nipples and gold nipple rings  the older yet subservient and naked blonde beauty.

Gradually Helen unfastened Catherine’s suspender tabs and removed each of her stockings in turn before unclipping and disposing of the suspender belt, after which  Helen began Kissing and biting the older naked woman’s breasts and nipples and  telling Catherine.

“These really are beautiful nipple rings baby,” while turning the thin gold bands around Catherine’s nipples and playfully slapping her hips and thighs before Eventually Helen pulling her thighs apart and thrusting two fingers between Catherine’s cunt lips, exploring Catherine in a way she had never before experienced as once again Helen dominated her body before the camera,

“Now tell your Mistress how much you are enjoying me doing this baby,” said Mistress Helen,” for the benefit of the camera”

        Perhaps it was because those who had so used and dominated her had thus far been male that having to submit to this fully dressed woman, a far younger and stronger woman, caused Catherine not only to feel more shamed and powerless than ever before in her entire life but also unable to deny the erotic stirrings Helen knowing fingers were creating inside her so obediently parting her thighs Catherine instinctively groaned.

“Oh my God that’s so good Mistress,” just before Helen’s mouth closed over her own and although deeply embarrassed, Catherine found her own tongue involuntarily thrusting back against Helen’s invading more demanding tongue whilst the younger woman continued exploring Catherine’s pussy.  However, Catherine was unaware that Helen’s fingers had loosened her own jacket and blouse and taking one of her small breasts from inside of her braless blouse Helen broke away from her  breathtaking kiss and guided Catherine’s mouth over her own nipple, telling her, “Now you be a good baby and suck on your momma’s nipples.”

        Even though Helen’s fingers were creating turmoil with her sanity Catherine could scarcely believe what she was doing, for almost without hesitation she began sucking upon Helen’s  Nipple as if it was the teat of a baby’s bottle, causing Helen to moan aloud and telling Catherine. “Oh Baby, that’s so good baby, so good, you just keep sucking on mommas nipples!” The almost fully dressed lesbian dominant told her naked victim as her fingers resumed toying with Catherine’s vagina whilst guiding Catherine’s compliant lips over her other nipple.

        Only Catherine herself could possibly explain why, When Helen suddenly removed her fingers from inside Catherine’s vagina just as she was about to climax, she compliantly allowed her arms to be placed around Helen’s neck to be carried like A small child in Helen’s arms into another room, there Catherine was amazed to see Peter’s special bondage table. A table that was in fact leather covered stainless steel metal bench manufactured in the shape of an H. Although the upper section of the H was filled in to provide support the lower half of the H contained two long separate sections allowing for free movement between the legs of whoever happened to be lying upon the bondage table.

        The entire H shaped bench was covered in thick foam, topped with soft black leather and as the camera crew continued filming It was onto the padded black strapping her down. Then Helen used leather straps hanging down from above the table until Catherine’s wrists, stomach and even neck were strapped down to the upper section of the bench before continuing her work by spreading Catherine’s legs wide apart onto each individual lower section of the bench.

Strapping down her ankles and thighs while all the time hushing Catherine’s feeble protests by stroking her breasts and thighs, Helen was telling her. “Hush now, you be a good baby and momma won’t have to punish you!” Although with no control over what Helen was doing and saying to her, the younger woman’s silky caresses and words somehow dispelled Catherine’s feeling of responsibility. Helen had created a bizarre sense of security by her skilled effortless control over the older woman, until Catherine was startled to see both Peter and Bill standing beside her on either side of the bench, both gazing down at her helpless naked body.

        “Oh God” was all Catherine could whisper for not only were Peter and Bill standing beside her, they had both placed a hand on each of her large breasts. Then as she looked down the bench in anxious fascination Catherine saw Helen stripping away her own clothing to reveal her own slim, naked, small breasted and slim hipped muscular body before unashamedly strapping a strange looking belt around her waist and thighs, from the centre of which, to Catherine’s astonishment, a massive pink almost life like latex cock pointed directly toward her cunt lips.

        Holding the huge fake cock in her slim hand Helen edged her naked body between Catherine’s well spread legs. Then with the mature beauty shaking her head in denial Helen held the huge tip against Catherine’s already lubricated sex lips. With Catherine pleading with her not to do this to her, Helen thrust her hips forward. Quickly the massive life like cock slid inch by inch into Catherine’s reluctant vagina until the massive latex toy filled her completely. Thus leaving Catherine, with both Peter and Bill still toying with her breasts, to throw her head back and close her eyes, gasping and moaning as Helen began slowly fucking her.

        Holding her captive’s hips Helen pulled and pushed herself in and out of the softly moaning Catherine, stopped only occasionally to lean over Catherine and kiss her firmly on the mouth and In doing so finding her captive’s tongue almost as demanding as her own. Now unable to deny the latex cock within her together with the men’s hands toying with her breasts Catherine’s mind and body succumbed to the inevitable as Helen, her mouth hovering over her own told her. “That’s it, you’re being a good baby for momma Catherine and we both know just how much you want this so be a good girl and tell momma just how much.” 

        “Oh God, Ohhhhhhhh...please fuck me...Mistress. I really love it Mistress,” groaned Catherine, ignoring not only the humiliating situation in which Helen had placed her but also  completely unaware that thousands of paying internet customers would soon be studying every inch of her mature beauty while fantasying and salivating over her pleadings and her writhing naked and bound body.

As the well practiced porn actor Helen  pushed her hands under and lifted Catherine’s buttocks to continue fucking her ever deeper and with ever growing intensity, Catherine’s groans and gasps soon become ever more urgent and another command came from the lesbian dominant. “Now beg the Master’s to allow you to suck their cocks, little baby.”

        Oh God...please Master Peter, Master Bill, please put your cocks in my mouth and let me suck them.

        Moments later, as the pace of Helen’s fucking brought her ever closer to a wonderful orgasm, Catherine’s mouth and tongue feverishly worked in turn on the two throbbing cocks placed over her lips by Peter and Bill. Neither were strangers to having their weapons touching each other between female lips before the camera. Each used one hand to pinch pull and toy with her nipples. While Catherine sucked and licked them both men began masturbating Their rock hard cocks over her mouth until minutes later, just as Catherine came to her own wonderful climax neither man could contain themselves any longer and each of them In turn drew back for the benefit of the camera before aiming a hot stream of semen into Catherine’s mouth and around her lips and chin.

        Beneath Helen as her body bucked as best it could, Catherine’s orgasm overtook her Just as Helen’s fingers pushed repeatedly at the button at the base of the massive dildo, sending spurts of warm liquid deep inside Catherine’s vagina in an almost perfect re-creation of a cock pumping sperm deep into her cunt.

        “Ohhhhhhhh ….my God that’s so good,” gasped Catherine feverishly between swallowing mouthfuls of hot semen.

        “That it baby, cum for momma, cum for your Mistress.”

        Slowly coming down from her orgasm Catherine became aware of Helen unclipping from her belt with the monster latex cock still fully inside her. Moments later Catherine was groaning and gasping loudly when Helen switched on another button and clipped a thin length of chain hanging from the monster dildo onto Catherine’s conveniently placed Gold pubis ring, effectively ensuring the sex toy stayed put, buried deep inside her vagina

“Well, you really are amazing Catherine and you are a lucky girl for it appears that Helen has really taken a shine to you to you, but right now we are going to let you relax for a while, after all you really don’t want your son to see you all breathless and flustered do you Catherine…I sure Helen will take good care of you” Peter told Catherine as the buzzing dildo continued its vital work of creating sexual fulfillment inside Catherine’s cunt.

Then, after Helen had wiped the remnants of semen from around Catherine’s mouth she was suddenly unable to hear a single sound and still incapable of moving her body a single inch All Catherine could do was to plead. “Please...Mistress what are you doing to me?” but as the rubber intruder in her cunt began a series of timed vibrations Bill snapped a latex blindfold over her eyes and the Suddenly Catherine was unable to see or hear a thing before hearing the gentle tones of Pan Pipes coming through the twin earpieces placed there by Peter and Bill……………………………………………..

“Okay Helen, I’m sure you will be keeping an eye on things” smiled Peter before continuing.

“Now then, come along Bill I’ve got something really special to show you”………………  

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        In the dance marquee Dan’s evening just got better and better for as much as he enjoyed being with his Mother and looking at her fantastic outfit Peter’s niece Poppy’s dress was something else again. Especially to a seventeen year old like Dan with a Mother fixation still finding he way with girls his own age.

        Poppy had proved to be an amazing dancer and as she snuggled up close to him during a slow romantic dance Dan’s earlier suspicions while they were canoodling at the dinner table that underneath her tiny white dress Poppy was completely naked had been confirmed. Then after she had pressed her obviously braless breasts against his chest, Dan’s hand had stolen underneath her short white dress and enjoyed cupping her very naked buttocks, even finding time enough to confirm her ass crack was not dissected by the elastic of a thong before Poppy’s hand pulled his own away.

Then to his delight, giggling happily and rubbing his rock hard cock with her other hand as they danced ever closer Poppy had told Dan. “Naughty, Naughty Danny, what would my uncle say if he saw you doing that in here, but I do know a place where you can do a lot more of that without us being seen by anyone.”

        Dan could scarcely believe his good fortune. The little cracker Poppy was handing it to him on a plate! He knew he wasn’t a bad looking kid and although having had only a few girls since puberty none of them had been negative about his ability to fuck them.

So Dan was excited but also pretty confident as, giggling and laughing he walked hand in hand from the marquee back into the main house with Peter’s niece Poppy, or rather Sharon, in fact a bisexual lap dancer and part time porno actress more used to playing the “victim” in most of the BDSM films produced by Bill and Peter and who was more than willing to do a few “extras.” now and again.

        “In here Dan but we must be careful Uncle Peter doesn’t see us,” said “Poppy” as she dragged Dan through a doorway before hastily closing the door, leaving Dan only just able to see Poppy’s little white dress in the unlit room as she began kissing him again after pushing him back against the closed door.  A couple of minutes later Poppy had eased her mouth away from Dan’s and was pulling her little dress over her head before casting it aside,  leaving him in no doubt the young girl  now really was naked. 

Then Dan’s eyes widened in delight as dropping to her knees Poppy hurriedly stripped Dan of his shoes, socks, trousers and underpants and with her lips only a fraction away from his ever growing erection Poppy encircled Dan’s throbbing cock with one tiny hand and pulled back the foreskin to reveal a purple head glistening with pre cum.

        “Hey, that’s a lovely cock Danny,” giggled Poppy before pushing her tongue between the slit of Dan’s pulsating cock.

        “Jeez...bloody hell that’s so good,” groaned Dan desperately trying to stop himself from shooting his load in Poppy’s mouth there and then Poppy began her very experienced and expert oral sex routine upon the relatively inexperienced young man’s cock whilst to use all her guile to prevent Dan from Cumming before a couple of minutes later, pulling her mouth from the surprised Dan and telling him.

        “Hey Danny, my knees are aching on this floor and I can’t see a thing in here, let’s put a light on.” so while Poppy was still rising from her knees Dan’s hand searched in the darkness until he felt a light switch beside the door.

        As his eyes adjusted to the sudden glare Dan could see he was standing in some sort of strange looking operating theatre type of room In the centre of which stood a strange leather topped table and Dan was suddenly stunned that upon the table, secured by leather straps, lay a very familiar naked and blindfolded woman complete with a huge noisily vibrating rubber cock in her vagina 

        “Fucking hell,” exclaimed Dan, and after turning quickly toward him Poppy had another fit of the giggles.         “Jeez...isn’t that your Mother, Dan.” ……………………………..

“So what do you think of this one Bill” asked Peter as both men gazed at the shapely figure of Victoria Preston through the huge two way mirror set into the wall of his ‘Very Private’ office in a separate wing of the large country house.

This was an office adjoining the studios he and Bill sometimes used for BDSM and other niche films, in one room of which the unsuspecting but still nervous Vicky, a glass of champagne in one hand, was picking at some canapés upon the large table with the other.

“Well, she certainly looks the part Peter, ideal for son dominates  Mother stuff, or tied and gang banged by college kids, even Mother and daughter, that sort of stuff, she’s got the figure for it that’s for sure, but I’d have to see a lot more of course……..but where did you find her Peter…and has she been trained yet?”  

“Well that’s the part I though would amuse you Bill….believe it or not the bitch stood there is actually Catherine’s sister”!

Peter had gone on to explain to his astonished friend how Catherine’s own son Dan had fed the information about Vicky to Tony’s protégé Sean Brady, that after Dan had shown Sean his secret recording featuring both his Mother and her sister Vicky in naked and lingerie clad poses, Sean had enlisted Dan’s help in drugging, beating and sexually abusing Vicky before blackmailing her into subservience, a subservience that tonight had led her straight into their clutches.

Peter then explained that although Sean knew part of the story he was just as unaware it was Peter who had booked her services for the night as he was  her sister Catherine Dixon was also n attendance along with her son Dan, who, they could both see from the TV monitors was, along with Poppy at that very moment hovering above his Mother with a huge erection in his hand

“Dirty little Fucker” exclaimed a laughing Bill before adding “But there will be some good footage of the Kid and his mother for us to view Peter….but why is this one here?, are you planning on hooking her up with her sister tonight?”

”Not tonight Bill, I bought her as a gift to the boys for the night, as I told you the other day, amongst other things they fucked her sister Catherine the other week and the young rogues enjoyed her so much they actually wanted to keep her for themselves and even knock her up so they could drink her baby milk alongside her new kid”

After Bills guffaws of laughter had subsided Peter continued “ But Needs must eh Bill and right now Catherine Dixon is worth far to much for us to let that happen so maybe later, but  I thought we could to use our other method on Catherine or her sister Vicky and that’s another reason why she’s here, to give they boys a choice if you like, they can spend the entire night doing whatever they want with her and in he morning make a choice between her and Catherine for their……shall we say breakfast treats?”

Peter waited for Bills laughter to subside and after pressing a button on his desk continued.

“So Just as soon as the boy’s are bored with the disco we’ll get Olga in there and put Vicky through her paces before the boys get stuck into her” ………………………………………………………..    

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       After Ignoring Poppy’s exclamation  the semi naked Dan had quickly strode across the room and looked down at the tethered, blindfolded but exceedingly beautifully naked body of his Mother whose features were, even at that moment, expressing the delight of yet another orgasm created by the huge rubber monster in her cunt. “Jeez Mum what the hell they have done to you.”

        Beside Dan the naked Poppy said, “She can’t hear you Dan, look at those earpieces.” and bending over the unseeing Catherine’s face, Poppy held her ear close to that of Dan’s naked Mother before exclaiming. Look, see for yourself, they are playing some sort of music in her ears.”

        In fact Dan could see that the small earpieces had been secured in Catherine ears by the simple expedient of taping a small length of “gaffer tape” over each ear, ensuring his Mother could hear only the romantic Pan Pipe music playing in her ears and only after feeling Poppy’s breath on her face did Catherine become aware there was someone in the room and turn her unseeing head from side to side, asking. 

        “Helen? Are you there, please let me know it’s you Helen, I can’t bear this not being able to see what’s happening to me.” 

        “Dan’s initial reaction upon seeing his Mother this way had been to remove her blindfold and release her from the leather straps binding her but realizing his naked Mother quite obviously hadn’t heard a single word he or Poppy had said he was then not so sure and for a moment stood there looking at the way his Mother’s naked body had been tethered to the strange table.

Dan looked the way his mother legs were secured either side of the lower section of the H as she lay there, unseeing and unhearing, as the buzzing vibrator between her legs now and again caused her to twitch and tremble and his thoughts turned from the considerate to the conspirator.

As his excited eyes studied his helpless Mother, Dan suddenly realized his cock was twitching into throbbing excitement and without attempting to free his Mother indecisively  asked the naked Poppy standing beside him.

        “Do you think we should untie her?”

        “Christ Dan that’s your Mother there... but what if she is playing some sort of sex game with those other people on our table. Imagine her embarrassment if she saw both of us standing hear naked and with your cock staring at her as you untie her,” replied Poppy, giggling at this last remark and now confident his Mother was unable hear him Dan even giggled a little himself as he replied. “I suppose you could be right, but we can’t just leave her like this Poppy.”

        “Who said anything about just leaving her” replied Poppy mischievously as it occurred to Dan that Poppy was not the least self-conscious about her own nudity before looking on in growing excitement when the young girls fingers began rotating the huge dildo in his Mother’s vagina, and unable to hear, see or even move her body Catherine could only gasp in surprise and plead.”

        Please...oh God...please tell me it’s you...Mistress.” 

        “See, I told you Dan, your Mom must be playing some sort of game with them.” giggled Poppy as, to Dan’s ever increasing admiration of her Poppy continued rotating the buzzing dildo between Catherine’s cunt lips.

        Hey Dan, look at her nipples rings, aren’t they just something? And look at the one in her cunt, Jeez Dan, never mind your cock, your Moms cunt looks good enough to eat and she’s already very wet so why don’t we play our own game with her.” The excited young bisexual porn actress told her young and very, very eager companion.

Unlike Poppy Dan was unaware of the cameras recording their every move as the young girl withdrew the giant phallus from Catherine’s vagina, before   Replacing it with two of her fingers thrusting deep inside Catherine’s soaking wet fanny before, much to Dan’s amusement, Poppy then placed those fingers in her mouth and sucking greedily told him. “Christ she tastes lovely Dan and I bet she’s just gagging to be fucked. Listen Dan, you’ve got the biggest hard on I’ve ever seen so why don’t you fuck her yourself”!.     

     “Jeez Poppy, that’s my Mom for God’s sake.” But just one look at his now huge and throbbing cock told Poppy Dan’s words were hollow was suddenly on her knees taking his cock into her mouth, creating an unstoppable momentum of sexual

Hunger inside Dan before, after pulling away, Poppy said. “Go on, do it Dan, you know she’s gagging for it so fuck her, go on, do it for me and Afterward I can do it to her as well, then it’ll be as if we are blood brothers, only with us it would be blood fuckers,!” laughed Poppy.

        It really was all too much for Dan. The thought of having both Poppy and his Mother was too great a temptation to resist and with his heart hammering against the walls of his chest Dan clutched his wildly throbbing cock in one hand and stepped between his oblivious Mother’s well spread legs.

“Go on, give it to the bitch,” urged Poppy and as he looked down at those wonderfully inviting glistening pussy lips with the amazing gold ring just above them Dan could hold out no longer and pressed his throbbing cock against his Mother’s cunt lips.

        As she felt this sudden unexpected invasion Catherine gave a sudden sharp intake of breath and thinking either Peter or Bill was about to penetrate her she awaited the inevitable and gasped loudly when Dan pushed a little harder and slipped his cock a few inches between his Mother’s seemingly welcoming cunt lips, “Oh God...Peter ...Bill, please tell me it’s you.” The helpless Catherine whimpered as the throbbing cock, now half way into her caused her already heightened sexual desires to lubricate her throbbing pussy.

        Realizing the enormity of what he was about to do Dan suddenly hesitated, as much as he wanted this to happen he also suddenly recalled Sean’s threat him if ever he should so far as to actually try and fuck his Mother. Even so Dan wanted this more than anything he had ever wanted in his life but also knew that fucking his Mother so furtively, without her knowledge was not what he had for so long planned or envisaged and with a huge effort of will power pulled his throbbing and he knew, almost erupting cock from between his Mother’s beautiful cunt lips.

        “Christ Dan” said Poppy;” I thought you wanted to fuck the bitch.”

        “Not like this,” replied the breathless Dan, “She has to be looking at me, asking me to do it, begging me to do it.”

        “Jeez, I never put you down as a goody two shoes Dan,” replied Poppy, inserting her fingers into Catherine pussy again, making Catherine gasp to the unexpected intrusion and cry  out again “Oh God, please tell me who you are.” In reality though, never before in her life had Catherine experienced such exiting feelings of helpless sexual anticipation at the knowledge it could be anyone touching, feeling and fucking her and that she was completely incapable of preventing whoever it was from doing so 

        “Oh trust me Dan, I make the bitch beg you for it,” said Poppy.

        “But I want her to beg me to do it when she understands she is under my control,” replied Dan gazing down at his cock dripping with both his and his Mothers juices. Then Dan made his decision and walked around the steel table until his Mother’s head was adjacent to his still throbbing cock and lowering his hand, tenderly stroked his surprised Mother’s face as she whimpered.

        “Please Helen... Bill...this is driving me crazy…Ohhhhhhhh my God!.”

        Turning round Dan saw that Poppy’s head was now buried between Catherine’s legs and enthusiastically pushing her tongue between his Mothers cunt lips.

As she emitted moans of pleasure and Poppy’s tongue pushed ever deeper inside her vagina Catherine assumed it was Helen Coombes tongue inside her cunt Catherine  and whimpered “Oh my God, that’s so good Mistress.”

        Energized by the incredible excitement he had experienced at having his cock between his Mother’s cunt lips, no matter how briefly, and now watching Poppy enjoy taking advantage of his helpless Mother, Dan could contain himself no longer. Jumping up onto the metal bench he straddled his Mothers naked body and with his knees resting either side of Catherine’s heavy breasts Dan took his dripping throbbing cock in one hand and leaned forward until his cock rested between his surprised Mother’s slightly parted lips.

        With Poppy’s tongue doing incredible things between her cunt lips Catherine was unable and unwilling to reject her natural desires and pushing her tongue onto the throbbing head of the cock between her lips she took and tasted her own juices combined with those of her son. Very soon Catherine was blindly running her tongue over the whole of Dan’s enormous throbbing head before enveloping the whole plum like head inside her mouth. Such was Catherine’s ecstasy caused by Poppy’s knowing tongue that even though her befuddled mind registered the aroma was slightly familiar, she none the less still began sucking and licking her son’s cock for all she was worth. 

        Dan was in seventh heaven, to have his Mother sucking his cock this way could surely have been bettered only by being able to look into her eyes while he pushed his cock further into her mouth before for the first time in his life Dan suddenly felt a small wet fingertip scratching, pushing  and probing  his anal ring.

        “Oh Jeez that’s so good,” Dan groaned as Poppy continued her mouth to cunt ministration of Catherine whilst simultaneously giving Dan the thrill of his young life when her finger pushed past his sphincter.

Now utterly incapable of containing his desires Dan savagely pushed his cock deep into his Mother’s mouth until Catherine retched to the enormous throbbing cock

buried deep within her throat before, eventually Unable to control himself any longer, Dan’s cock suddenly erupted and his hot sperm gushed deep into his Mother’s throat, filling her and choking her as Catherine gasped and gagged to the huge volume of hot young sperm Dan jettisoned into her mouth and throat.

        “Oh my God, Oh my God” repeated Dan over again. With Catherine unable to swallow his seemingly endless stream of gushing sperm fast enough bubbles of hot white liquid formed around his Mothers mouth, creating  strands of sperm around Catherine’s lips, mouth and chin and she continued her attempts at taking all of his seed in her mouth and throat.

        This would do, after all his near misses and frustrations tonight his Mother was greedily drinking and swallowing his sperm. Maybe one day soon she would beg him to fuck but until them his gushing juices would flood his Mother’s mouth as she swallowed a powerful reminder of his ownership of her before suddenly from behind him hearing the apparently angry voice of Helen Coombe shout.

“Poppy...Dan? What on earth are you two doing in here……on my God Dan, what have you been doing to your Mother!”

After dismissing Poppy with “I will speak to you late young lady Helen turned to the acutely embarrassed Dan and whilst he made a disparate attempt at covering his deflating dick told him.

“You had better go as well Dan but god knows what would have happened If I hadn’t chanced upon you two although by the look of your poor Mother’s mouth something already has” Then looking harshly at the deeply reddened face of Catherine’s son Helen continued “you’ve haven’t, have you Dan, did you put cock inside your Mother?  “

“Oh God….only….well…oh shit....it was only for a moment or two Mrs. Brady”

Striding across the room o stand beside her head Helen finger trailed across Catherine’s cum encrusted lips and ignoring her plea to be released from the bondage table quietly told Dan

“Well then Dan it’s just as well it was me and not Peter who came into the room, I’ve only just met your Mother but I like her very much and would hate to see her name dragged into the mud just because her son could not keep his cock to himself” Helen began whilst trailing her fingers across his Mother’s breasts and nipples before continuing

“Any more than you would wish me to tell your family that I caught you in the act of fucking your blindfolded Mother….. You owe me big time young man and as I said I am very much taken with your mother and feel it my duty to protect her, so do we understand each other Dan?”

After having seen Joan from the bookshop in action as young as was Dan was most certainly beginning to understand Helen Coombe for by then her fingers had slid down to stroke and caress his Mother’s glistening cunt lips and fully aware that his cock was again twitching toward erection Dan replied.

“Yes Mrs. Coombe, I think I understand you and you can rely on me to, well, help you whenever you want me too”

“That’s a good boy and there most certainly are one or two things you can help me with Dan” ……………

        After the departure of Dan Helen began theatrically fussing around Catherine by cluck clucking as she removed both blindfold and ear plugs. “What on earth have you been doing Catherine….I popped out to the party for a while and to fetch us some drinks and come back to see you in this state” 

“Oh God Helen” began Catherine before Helen’s uncompromising glare adding “Mistress….I just don’t know…I thought it was you and….well Bill or Peter…but now…..oh God, who was it Mistress?

“If I knew that they would be in a lot of trouble little baby” and happy that Catherine had again assumed her subservient manner toward her began wiping away the remnants of Dan’s semen from around his Mother’s mouth and chin with a warm towel whilst looking down into Catherine’s anxious, questioning yet somehow trusting eyes in bogus sympathy and after releasing the naked blonde beauty from the bondage table collected Catherine in her strong arms.

How though Helen wished she could take this naked mature beauty home with her, to simply keep her there and to have the older woman naked at all times so that she play with her whenever she arrived home and display Catherine Dixon to all her friends as her new toy!

        Certainly Helen had been well paid for her role and sure, after Bill had told her of his and Peter’s plans for Catherine, she knew she would be seeing her again very soon but So captivated was Helen by Catherine’s sophistication, her mature beauty and undoubted submissiveness along with her clearly latent lesbian tendencies, that Helen was determined she would take the beautiful Catherine for her own.

Whilst continuing to gently stroke Catherine’s compliant naked body Helen knew she wanted more than just the youth and nubile body of the bisexual yet vain and superficial Poppy/Sharon had to offer and here at her mercy lay a passive, obedient and yet intelligent and stylish submissive who through a combination of fear and trust was seemingly prepared to carry out any and every instruction Helen gave her

. In short Catherine was the perfect candidate to become Helen’s Slave/Handmaiden while she relegated Poppy/Sharon to servicing her on the sad but inevitable occasions  Peter and Bill would call upon Catherine’s services.. 

        “Please...Mistress...who was it, it here, with me?” pleaded Catherine again, no longer able to refrain from asking the question, the answer to which she feared she already knew.

        Placing her fingers over Catherine’s lips, Helen told her. “Shush Baby, what’s done is done and it’s really no concern of yours...Mmmmm. These really are lovely tits. Perhaps I should have them tattooed with the words, “Property of my Mistress!”

        Yes, all in all the evening had proved to be very profitable for Helen/Mistress Imogene and all that remained now was for her to complete the very enjoying task of ‘turning’ Catherine and Helen had already decided that whether willing or otherwise her most valuable asset in helping her turn the beautiful Catherine Dixon would be her pervert son Dan whom she had already caught red handed with his cum juices splattered all over his Mother!

“I think it best if I get you cleaned and dressed Catherine, then I will round up Dan and get the chauffer to take you both home”, Then after gently her hugging into her bosom Helen tilted Catherine’s head up toward her own and continued.  “This really must be our little secret though Catherine…..I have my suspicions as to who was responsible, as I really think you do little baby…and the fact is there were and probably still are remote cameras in here”

Then, with her fingers gently turning and toying with Catherine’s gold nipple rings Helen added.

“Peter is a good friend of mine little baby and I shall do everything I can to ensure you are not embarrassed by any indiscreet revelations that, shall we say, are too close to home? I like you very much little baby but there would be only so much I could do for you should you decide to reject my friendship…..do you understand what I am saying my pretty little baby?”

Even though she was gently caressing and cuddling her Catherine was only too aware of the veiled threat Helen had just given her, either do whatever she demands of her or have photos of her and, who knows, even her son spraying torrents of hot semen into her mouth and over her naked and bound body.  

“Yes Mistress…..I understand” replied a dejected Catherine whose only solace right then was the strange feeling of protection she felt at her naked body being securely her held in Helens strong arms…………………………………………………

                     

Each with one eye on the events taking place in his ‘Den’ Peter and Bill looked on in some pleasure at events taking place on the other side of the two way mirror after Olga had again entered the studio and before Vicky’s astonished eyes pressed a wall button allowing the electronic room divider to slide back and  reveal the contents of the entire studio.

“Oh my God” whispered a stunned Vicky as her eyes took in the revolving spot lit bondage dais and the racks upon racks of bondage restraints, the huge wall mirrors, the metal cage and queen size white leather topped bench all of which made up the special film studio.

Having then toward the stunned Vicky Olga’s hands began running over every inch of Vicky’ thin and very revealing dress.

“You very pretty girl and Olga like you very much….but now is time you earn your money…so now you remove dress yes? Said Olga in her East European accent as Vicky stared in fascinated awe toward the area just opened up before her.

“Oh my God” was all she could repeat before stepping toward Vicky,  Olga gave her face a stinging slap with her strong hand , leaving an ever more terrified Vicky no choice but to unzip her tiny black dress and to remove the garment  and under the watchful glare of the cross armed Olga, stand there in only her sheer red lingerie

“Mmmmm….you very big titties….Olga like very much and think maybe my boys like you even more than the other one….now come with Olga…… is work time for you”

So it was that with huge trepidation whilst wondering what on earth this cruel woman meant by ‘my boys’ , Vicky allowed herself to be ushered into the other part of the studio where, ten minutes later, albeit still dressed in her sheer red lingerie, Olga had fitted her with soft leather ankle and wrist cuffs, a matching leather collar complete with metal dog leash and finally a matching ball gag.

Then, to her horror  to Vicky found her arms and wide spread ankles securing by Olga to wooden beams set into a revolving stage lit only by a single spotlight.

“Oh yes……you have lovely big titties…….even nice cunt also” Olga then told Vicky after taking an inordinately long  time  running her probing hands inside Vicky’s sheer red lingerie.

“Now is you wait for my boys….but maybe Master have a good look first…..maybe if Master happy he give you to me later…you like?”

On the other side of the mirror both men were laughing at Olga’s obvious ploy that Peter allow her to use Vicky after his boy’s had finished with her. Well why not Peter

thought, after all she had looked after his boys for many years now and along with being rather frightful, with her guttural accent and Olga was also very useful in certain other areas. So Yes, Olga would get her opportunity tonight although just how Victoria Preston would manage to cope with her was anyone’s guess!   

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chapter 9

        Although seemingly each deep were in thought, in reality Catherine and Dan were simply too embarrassed to speak during the journey home from the party and the trip had been completed in strained silence until once indoors Mother and son retired to their respective bedrooms. There they each to pondered upon that evenings momentous events.

        Soothing her beaten and battered body in a hot bath, Catherine’s emotions were in turmoil for although there could have been no way she could have excused herself from attending the party she still cursed her stupidly in agreeing to Peter’s demand that Dan accompany her.

        The how, why and who was responsible for her being subjected to Helen’s dominance was a matter of conjecture that surely had something to do with Peter. One thing Catherine was now certain of was that it had been her son’s cock pushing first between her sex lips before being placed in her mouth.

Therefore, the torrent of hot semen she had swallowed after it had flooded her mouth had erupted from Dan’s Cock.  Alongside the cheap perfume of Poppy Catherine had sensed it was her son from the moment he had stood beside her, for he had an aroma that she had long recognized was peculiar only to Dan himself.

        Now thankfully relaxing in a hot bath Catherine wrestled with the question of how she could possibly confront Dan and tell him she knew it had been him taking terrible illicit advantage of his own Mother. Especially when she herself would be hard pressed to answer the obvious question of why was it she made no attempt to either pull her mouth away from Dan’s cock or to at least plead with him to stop what he was doing to her. Or indeed why it was she had felt disappointed and empty when he had withdrawn his throbbing cock from within her pussy.

        At length Catherine decided her only option was to say nothing about events which would sooner or later would have most certainly taken place anyway. Catherine could only hope Dan would do likewise and spare her the humiliation of him treating her body as his own property

But a potentially far greater problem now loomed in the statuesque shape of “Mistress Helen.” And her astonishing parting words after toying with her breasts and repeatedly sucking upon her embarrassingly erect nipples before ultimately allowing Catherine to Dress herself.

        “You’re my little baby bitch now Catherine and I’m going to have SO much fun with you.” Words that left Catherine in no doubt she had not seen the last of “Mistress Helen” or of her mischievous intentions toward her. As she lay in the bath recalling Helen’s combined use of intimidation and tenderness to control her Catherine was surprised to discover her nipples again growing erect. The all too familiar throbbing inside her vagina was surfacing at her recollections of the probing of “Mistress Helen’s” tongue.

        “Oh my God, why should I be feeling this way,” pondered Catherine for it seemed was now she always feeling extremely sexually charged when being under the control of others. Rather than being diminished after passing the age of forty Catherine’s desire to be sexually dominated had grown stronger than ever, even, as seemed to be the case that evening, when being subjected to the domination of another woman, in that case Helen Brady.

         Catherine recalled the time, now seemingly so long, when Joan had excited her so much in Tony’s “dungeon’ she had seen that episode only as a minor interlude of “her training” that day at the hands of Sean Brady and others. Tonight though, when under the control of Helen, it had been so different when the Tall slim woman’s fingers slipped between her cunt lips and Catherine found herself wondering how was it could be possible for one minute to be naked and fearfully intimidated by Helen, only for the next minute to feel so desired and protected in the arms of the younger, far stronger fully dressed woman, even when she herself was as naked as a new born baby?

        Catherine had no answer to this conundrum but at that moment as she slid further into the warm water she began rubbing her clitoris for it seemed all she could do was relive in her mind the moment Helen had slid the massive dildo between her wet and willing cunt lips and of the wonderful orgasms she had achieved at the hands of “Mistress Helen”. …………………..

        While Catherine was coming to terms with her new found desires, further on down the hall Dan lay on his bed as and also visualized what had happened that evening when trying to freeze in his mind the breathtaking moment when he filled his

Mother’s mouth to the brim with his semen and marveled at the recollection of bubbles of his cum juice frothing from between his Mothers lips as she swallowed the never ending stream of hot semen his throbbing jerking cock was pumping into her mouth……    “

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Chapter 10: Monday Afternoon:

        In the bookshop Sean Brady’s eyes returned to the huge TV monitor set into the wall across from Tony’s or rather now his, large inlaid desk whilst studying the delightful sight of the inverted naked body of Tony’s long time friend/slave/office manager Joan hanging by her ankles from a strong rope fed through a ceiling beam as Kevin Smith almost lazily rotated her weary body,  stopping  only now and again to choose a target before yet again beating the unfortunate woman with a long thin whippy cane

        Kevin had spared no area of her body and Joan’s screams were very real as Kevin punished her over and over again when beating her breasts, nipples, thighs, back and buttocks in turn and for the first time in many years Joan was reduced to tearful humiliated pleading through a mouth and lips still thick with Kevin’s semen.  “Oh God, please Kevin, no more, I’m begging you. For the love of God I can’t take any more!” whimpered the once defiant but now crushed and defeated office manager.

        Later, having decided Joan’s pleas were real and sincere, Sean made his way to the “Dungeon.” And after grabbing a handful of Joan’s hair lifted her face toward his and informed Joan of the new set of rules. These she could either accept unconditionally and execute without hesitation or face remaining there, strung upside down, exactly as she now was, overnight and beyond until she accepted that her new status was now as a very subservient part of the “bookshop”.

       Kevin would have been quite happy had Joan not instantly agreed to Sean’s demands for Sean had earlier told him it was now his job to ensure Joan was kept in line, no matter what it took.

But Kevin knew there would be plenty of opportunities to again take Joan down a peg or two, even if he was only too aware of Sean’s dislike of him he knew Sean needed him to do his dirty work for him and of course things would get better still if the guy who worked at the big house gave him some more cash to keep quiet about where he had delivered Vicky Preston on the Saturday evening.

But having witnessed Sean’s smile when counting the large amount of cash contained in the sealed envelope he had handed him that morning Kevin doubted he would be that concerned after Kevin had collected Vicky the following morning And that although somewhat worse for wear she was now recovering at home, ‘probably with the help of the spliffs I left her with’ thought Kevin. .  

      Unaware both his mature slaves had spend the night at Peter’s house Sean was none the less more than pleased with the way things were progressing.  After the departure of Tony and dealing with the often reticent office manager he had absolute control over all the various dealings of the “bookshop and of course word would very quickly spread among the “girl’s about the treatment he had dished out to the woman who had always lorded it over them.

Simply the fear of undergoing a similar beating themselves would serve to make his position even stronger amongst them and although he knew the likes of Catherine Dixon and her sister Victoria actually got off on a beating he thought both these women were far too terrified of him to ever consider trying to escape his clutches……

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Certainly Kevin had been correct about her recovery being aided by his spliffs but for Vicky they never lasted long enough and by the Monday afternoon she had exhausted the small supply Kevin had given her and now wanted more, needed more if this inhumane treatment of her was to continue as it most surely would, but the source of these spliffs lay in he hands of the repugnant Kevin and her almost equally repulsive nephew Dan.

Vicky Knew the price to pay for more spliffs would have to take their cocks in her mouth again, although at least Dan was somewhat cleaner than the spotty unwashed Kevin.

Kevin had in fact demanded just that form of payment for his spliffs after driving her home early Sunday morning, once again blindfolded and wearing nothing under her tiny black dress after having spent much of the night with her head between the thighs of the frightful Olga.

But even that very unpleasant experience had been far less horrifying than her treatment at the hands of ‘The Boys’, which was tempered only by the large amount of cash she had extracted from a sealed envelope given to her by Olga.

“You come again pretty girl…. Olga very much like you…maybe Olga allowed to even keep you next time” had been Olga’s parting words to Vicky whose thoughts turned again to the large Europe woman’s muscular  arms and naked body encompassing  and subjugating her own equally naked body before recalling the horrors she had been subjected to beforehand.

Vicky’s surprise at seeing Peter’s young sons suddenly standing before her on the revolving stage had at least provided a brief rest bite from the thrashing she was receiving from the cruel leather ‘cat o nine tails’ Olga had for a good ten minutes used upon every part of her body.

The only surprise for Vicky was that she was still partially dressed in her brief red lingerie and ridiculously high heeled shoes when she had first spotted the twin boys.

In truth the ‘Cat’ was more of a frightener then a marker and Vicky had at least become partially used to the pain in her back, buttocks and breasts.

So perhaps the most embarrassing episode so far had come with Olga, having completed securing Vicky’s Body to the bondage stage , then  demanding she kiss her.

“you give Olga kiss before we start yes….you put tongue in my mouth and give me long …how you say….passionate kiss…….you not passionate and Olga make things very bad for you pretty girl” Olga had told the stunned Vicky before reinforcing her message by slashing the ‘cat’ cruelly across Vicky’s exposed thighs, leaving her screaming into her ball gag.

“You understand Olga now pretty girl”…….Vicky nodded her head, after all what was a kiss, even if it was from another woman, if it meant less suffering for her.

And so she had for having removed Vicky’s ball gag and with her fingers exploring every inch of her body Olga’s mouth had closed over that of Vicky before moments later  meeting her with her tongue. Surprisingly and even though it was a one sided embrace Vicky found she was unable to prevent her own desire from surfacing and was amazed to realize her tongue was responding to that of a surprised by very pleased Olga, probing, pushing and exploring the large woman’s mouth with a gusto Vicky would not have thought herself possible of only a short time ago.

So when, after a good few minutes Olga’s mouth had left her own and even though she were still  semi naked whilst bound hand and foot upon the bondage stage Vicky had been astonished to realize she actually wanted Olga’s tongue back inside her mouth!

But David and Mark had soon changed that!

“Oh Yes Olga, she is almost as pretty as the other one” Mark had stated, referring to Catherine Dixon who at that very moment was in the process of being ‘rescued’ by Helen Coombe in the other wing of the large house.

Then, as Vicky’s mind was attempting to decipher what on earth this men looking youngster meant by ‘the other one’ David landed the first blow of a long bamboo cane upon Vicky’s unprotected buttocks.

Had this occurred anywhere else then Vicky’s screaming would surely have been heard for miles, but Peters ‘Studios, being in regular use for such activities, were as soundproofed as it was possible to get and when Vicky’s scream subsided to a sobbing whimper it was Mark who had then said.

“And she’s a lot nosier than other one David”

“Well that’s got one side of her Ass good and red Man,  now let’s see what I can do with the other side”

Even before having a chance to plead with them David had landed another cruel viscous blow of the bamboo cane upon her other buttock and once again Vicky’s screams were of an all too real excruciating pain far, far more severe than anything Olga ha landed upon her exposed skin.  

Casting her eyes into the gloom before her Vicky was desperate to find those of Olga. Surely after having so recently shared such an long lingering erotic and sexually charged passionate kiss the burly east European woman  would step in and prevent these two young monsters from inflicting even more pain and suffering upon her.

In fact David had administered another four such blows to the screaming Vicky’s buttocks before, after inspecting the red tram lines across her generous buttocks  they finally spoke directly to the sobbing whimpering mature beauty.

“My brother and e are thinking of knocking you up and making a baby with you” Began David, reveling in the sudden stunned and horrified expression appearing on Vicky’s face at this astonishing statement.

Then taking up the cudgels of this well rehearsed scenario and thoroughly enjoying the terrified look on Vicky’s pain filled features Mark continued.

“But we are not sure weather to make a baby with you or anther lady we met a few weeks ago…what do you think about it, do you want to make a baby with us Mrs. Preston”?

“Oh my God” Began Vicky eventually in a part sobbing part pleading and part terrified voice.

“That’s crazy…..the whole idea is crazy….you cannot possible expect me to to...to….it’s crazy beyond words…….anyway I’m to old to…to have….Babies….and I take a special pill so I couldn’t….do that anyway….”

Vicky’s present situation however, bound semi naked on a revolving dais whilst in turn each of these young monsters caressed and explored her body as she circled around them served only to make things a thousand times worse for her and even Vicky was aware her words of anger and denial were lame and ineffective in the face

of the terrible situation she now found herself to in…and all ‘thanks’ to those evil people such as Sean Brady who now effectively owned and controlled her….God, were they also complicit in this nightmare? 

Suddenly the revolving dais came to a stop and with both boys now stood before her and fondling every part of her body Vicky was having trouble preventing her body from responding to the young boys strangely experienced fondling of her cunt and nipples but Marks next declaration very soon held Vicky’s attention and she was aghast to hear him telling her.

“But we know your special pill is at home Mrs. Preston and you are staying here for the night, so if my brother and I fuck you enough tonight and fill you cunt with our baby juice and you can’t take your special pill then maybe you will be knocked up, especially if Olga goes home with you for a while to stop you doing anything silly like getting rid of our baby……..Then when you’ve had it David and me will suckle the milk from one of your nipples while our new kid uses the other one!”

“Oh my GOD!......no……for gods sake this is crazy… you can’t keep me here…  let me go, right now…I want to go home…………………you cannot possible think I would be a willing party to such madness……I am old enough to be your own Mother for gods sake…. so put an end to this madness right now!”  Shouted Vicky angrily……Sean Brady, her nephew Dan, Joan, the odious /Kevin, all of them along with the Olga woman and those two horrible young brutes would all pay dearly for this outrage, thought the enraged incensed  Vicky.

But of course without the cooperation of Mark, David and of course Olga, unseen by Vicky watching the events unfold in the gloom beyond the floodlit dais, the helplessly bound and semi naked mature beauty was in a position to do none of these things and could no nothing but continue to endure the humiliation of the two boys, ignoring her protests, now filling her Cunt and Anus with their fingers.

Then it was David, with his fingers humiliatingly deep inside her cunt now telling Vicky.

“You are bought and paid for so you are going nowhere until we are finished with you, my old man reckons we can keep you here as long as we want until we are certain you are going to have a baby if need be……. my Brother reckons the other one is a better bet than you but I’m not so sure, I kind of like those great big titties of yours and I reckon when your are knocked up there will be more than enough Milk I them for all of us!”

Stunned and astounded by these almost inconceivable words Vicky was beginning to believe she had been parachuted into some kind of parallel universe filled with madness, but there was not doubting her own position…and the fact her body was now betraying her and her juices, unwanted as they may have been, were flooding over David’s fingers and even Mark’s finger in her Anus was having it’s own effect.

With her body now betraying her and realizing she was getting nowhere with her angry rejections Vicky discarded her normal persona and pleaded with the boys.

“  Please………I’ve never had children…….and I haven’t a clue as the whether I could even conceive …….no matter how many times you…tried it…. And I am probably to old anyway……..so please……………..don’t make me do that…..I’ll do anything else….anything you ask of me… anything…..”

In fact Vicky had been unaware the boys were simply toying with her and had already made their decision, they wanted Catherine Dixon and these spoilt young men were determined they could sooner or later persuade their father Peter to allow them have her.

“Okay then” replied David at length. “Here’s the deal, first you perform a strip tease and alp dance  to music for the both of us………..real slow…..then we get to fuck you, everywhere….cunt, mouth, Ass the lot……….then when we finish with you Olga gets the same treatment for the rest of the night……..and tomorrow you get home in time to take your pill……….or maybe you would prefer to stay in this house until we get you knocked up”! 

Vicky had in truth been astonished that very young men such as Mark and David could have dreamed up scenarios such as those David had put before her, but none the less, having already been well aware that come what may, both these boys would be fucking her that night, perhaps even spurred on by the attention their fingers were giving her cunt and Ass Vicky had wasted no time in agreeing to the former!

It was well past 2 am when Mark and David, finally exhausted and spent after two hours carrying out their own brand of sexual deviance upon her had finally released the equally exhausted and aching Victoria Preston into the ‘Care’ of Olga. But for Vicky it had simply been a case of out of the pan into the fire.

Much as she had with Catherine Dixon the large stern east European woman had first lowered Vicky into a steaming hot bath. “mmmmm….you not so pretty after my boys finish with you so Olga clean you up and then you make yourself pretty for Olga”   Vicky had been told before having to suffer the indignity of Olga’s hands and fingers entering and thoroughly cleaning her every orifice before taking an inordinate amount of time over the soaping and rubbing of Vicky’s large breasts and nipples.

Amazingly though, Vicky had embarrassingly even found herself responding to Olga’s treatment of her body, the more so when being dried with a huge fluffy towel, Olga had drawn the naked Vicky toward her and once again found Vicky’s unresisting mouth and tongue with her own. 

As much as she had wanted him to, pressure of time meant Peter had not been able to allow Olga to take Catherine Dixon into her bed.

However, Olga had more than made up for her disappointment over Vicky’s very desirable sister Catherine when  with her Bosses full approval and ignoring various members of Peter’s household staff who unknown to Vicky, were used to seeing such sights anyway, leaving the bathroom Olga had carried Vicky in her arms, like a small child, on through the large house to her own quarters, there to gently lower the naked Vicky upon her huge bed then playfully tweaking Vicky’s nipples, telling the mature beauty.

“Now Olga teach her pretty girl how to please Olga… learn good and Olga nice to her pretty girl….you no learn and Olga punish…..you understand what Olga say?”

Mortified and hugely embarrassed but one the less in awe of the powerful woman who as even then stripping down to a black lace bra and tiny matching thong, Vicky had nodded in understanding.

Not so long ago Vicky would have been reviled and disgusted at even just the very idea of being sexually used or even touched by another woman. Now, as she studied and compared Olga’s large breasts with her own, Vicky found herself marveling at how things had changed in such a short space of time, certainly not for the better, she thought bitterly whilst hoping against hope she could somehow regain her purse and its precious contents of those all consuming and calming spliffs.

Vicky’s spliffs though would have to wait for Olga was then at beside her upon the large bed toying with her breasts and nipples before lifting Vicky on top of her, pulling Vicky’s mouth down to meet her own.

“Now pretty girl start kissing Olga’s nipples then work way down to put tongue in Olga pussy” Vicky hear Olga tell her when at last their mouths had parted.

And so she did, for a further couple of hours with fingers and tongues these two mature women explored every part and crevice of each others bodies, in the process bringing each other brought each other to countless orgasms before eventually, finding her head between Olga’s outstretched legs, Vicky a been allowed a precious couple of hours sleep before being woken by Olga’s demanding hands upon her.  

Thinking back Vicky tried to discard her guilt over the amount of orgasms she had achieved at the hands of David, Mark and Olga, after all, what choice had she be given…none at all really and at least the boy’s, young and fresh as they were, had been clean, even if they had at times also been very brutal and malicious with her.

  As for Olga, that was another matter and even now Vicky found it ever more difficult to ignore the throbbing deep in her cunt as repeated images appeared before her of hovering over Olga in the ‘69’ position, of her lapping Olga’s warm wet pussy with surprising gusto whilst below her Olga’s strong hands spread and parted her buttocks and the manner in which her senses had reeled to the incredible sensations Olga’s experienced all consuming tongue created inside her.

For Vicky, at least these recollections provided some small consolation at least for the cruelty inflicted upon her body by those who had declared ‘ownership of her’. 

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    Chapter 10:  The following week.                        

        In his private viewing room Peter  and Bill studied a recording featuring Catherine Dixon along with Helen, Poppy and of course Catherine’s son Dan. Certainly at an hour long it was not at all bad and In fact there was enough material to interest the lesbian dominant scene along with some incest stuff showing plenty of cum shots of Catherine’s son pumping into her mouth.

Whilst not showing their faces there was also some good material of Peter and Bill also shooting their loads into Catherine’s mouth along with the short but precious take of young Dan with his cock inside his Mother while “Poppy” was eating her pussy.

Peter thought the loose storyline for the film demanded some more good material featuring the naked Catherine subjected to more ‘training” by Helen with Perhaps with Dan walking in on them and so to that end Helen would soon be visiting the unsuspecting Catherine to set this up.

        Once completed the film would be distributed though Peter’s normal channels and Catherine would be bought into Peter’s private room for her own viewing.

Obviously Catherine would at first be shocked and indignant at the way she had been used and distressed and that her face and body, not to mention that of her son were being sold to whatever pervert wished to purchase the films.

However Peter knew that after the reality of her situation had been explained to Catherine Dixon then sheer rational thinking would lead her to understand she had no option other than to place herself under Peter’s protection, even if the price of his “protection.” meant having to accept whatever demands were made of her.

      Owning a vast amount of property and various businesses Peter was wealthy enough to no longer bother with such mundane activities as money making. In fact the production company ran by Bill rarely did so and only Peter’s benevolence kept it going at all. The film company simply enabled Peter to indulge in his favorite pursuit of controlling and manipulating the lives of others and ever since her first visit, courtesy of Tony, it was the delightfully accommodating Catherine Dixon and now her sister Vicky whom Peter had decided to trap into his spider’s web.

       And what incredible fun it was proving to be, like pieces moved around on a chess board. Helen, Poppy and now Dan had been moved into position and knew what was expected of them regarding Catherine, so now it was time for him to concentrate on her vulnerable sister Vicky whose body had so recently provided yet more sexually deviant’s education for his twin sons and of course used and more importantly trained for future use by the redoubtable Olga.  

        Looking again at the large photo of a naked Victoria Preston, given him by Dan and taken during his and Sean’s conquest of Vicky, Peter saw again the likeness between Vicky and her sister Catherine and even if Vicky was that little older and Rounder than her sister, Peter was entranced by the idea of placing Vicky alongside her sister as joint ‘stars” of his next film venture. It was, therefore imperative to Peter that he properly scrutinize Vicky’s suitability for himself as soon as possible so a phone call and lunch invitation to his old friend Joan at the bookshop would be in order.

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        After pressing the quit button on her mobile phone Victoria Preston once again anxiously speculated if she was doing the right thing in asking Kevin Smith to provide her with more of his joints, but Vicky’s craving to feel the calming yet somehow stimulating peace of mind Kevin’s pot created in both her mind and body far outweighed her initial revulsion at the idea of having to meet this young thug again, especially since Dan had told her he would have to get them from Kevin anyway.

        Vicky had called Kevin and on that first meeting Vicky had been surprised to find the spotty youth had not asked her for anything in return for the ten ready rolled pot joints he gave her. Thus negating Vicky’s request he provide her with just the “stuff” itself so that she could roll her own.

        “It’s better if I do it for you Vicky,” Kevin had told her, not wanting the mature woman to go without the “little extras” he was placing in each of her pot joints. “That’s a few more blow jobs you owe me Vicky so maybe I’ll pop round one day and we can have some real fun together” Kevin had told her, but where once she would have felt only revulsion at such an idea, Vicky now thought that giving Kevin another ‘Blow Job’ was a small price to pay for the intense amount of pleasure the spliffs gave her.

        In fact Vicky’s recent ‘clients’ had left her financially much better,  a vast amount of money to her, some of which had already been used to pay off urgent debts but the bulk of which, swelled by her most recent ‘fee’ was now kept safe and hidden in her bedroom.

Truth to say, as disgusting it had had been and even with their threat to ‘make a baby’ with her Vicky was ashamed to admit their rampant cocks had given her orgasm after orgasm, even to her astonishment, after forcing their rampant dicks past her sphincter and deep inside her excruciatingly painful Anus.

Chapter 11: Two weeks later:

        Early that evening looking into the full length mirror Catherine was amazed and shocked to see her reflected figure dressed in a brown leather micro skirt so short the hem only just concealed her fishnet stocking tops. Above the skirt her large breasts and nipples were clearly visible beneath the red nylon wrap around blouse, an outrageously revealing outfit completed by her incredibly high heeled sling back shoes.

        “Mmmmm, I could eat you up here and now baby,” cooed a voice behind her before Helen Brady’s  soft hands cupped Catherine’s naked breasts and  tweaking her curiously erect and visible nipples through her very transparent blouse.

       The acutely embarrassed Catherine glanced surreptitiously across to the shop assistant.

But Catherine was surprised to see that instead of the assistant being embarrassed by Helen’s shameless treatment of her breasts the woman was actually nodding her head in approval, almost as if the fondling of breasts in the shop were an everyday occurrence for her. Catherine thought it was just as well the shop was quiet and for she was convinced she would die of embarrassment if someone she recognized came in and saw, not only the was she was dressed but also  just what Helen was doing to her.

        That though was very unlikely to happen for unbeknown to Catherine the fetish shop was a regular location for Bill and Peter’s film shots and after her arrival the door had been locked and only the many cameras already in place in the shop and changing room would see Catherine, Helen and the ‘assistant’ as in the rear stockroom Bill viewed the proceedings through his monitors whilst operating  remote controls for both sound and vision , capturing every moment of action in the shop and of course the changing room.

There as per Bill’s instructions in between taking all manner of liberties with the unresisting Catherine’s beautiful voluptuous mature body Helen had stripped and then dressed Catherine in the incredible fetish clothing she now wore.

        Back in the main shop, the “assistant”, another friend of Bill’s, knew the part she had to play and Whilst Helen continued tweaking Catherine’s nipples the assistant held up a thin leather collar together with a thin chrome lead and said to Helen. “I assume Madam will also be in need of one of these?”

        “That’s a very Good idea, perhaps you would secure it for me,” replied Helen.” My little baby can be rather disobedient at times.” Catherine’s face blushed to the roots of her hair but none the less remained silent when stepping toward her the assistant agreed “Can’t they all,” and, standing to close for comfort for Catherine the Assistant placed her hands behind Catherine’s neck to secure the padded leather collar, As she did she hooking an index finger into the O ring on the front of collar to pull Catherine’s face toward hers.

“It is certainly a very attractive item Madam but I’m sure can control you property easily enough….. May I?”

        “Be my guest” replied Helen before, to Catherine’s shame and humiliation, the “assistant’s finger pulled a little harder on the leather collar, bringing Catherine’s lips against her own before sliding her tongue into her mouth to meet that of Catherine’s. 

       Helplessly allowing the shop assistant to tug her nipple rings and probe her mouth with her tongue in an admittedly not at all unpleasant manner Catherine could scarcely believe what was happening to her, but In her sensational outfit together with her collar and lead Catherine looked and felt every inch the vision of sex on legs she most certainly looked to be.                                                                                                                    

Eventually the assistant released Catherine from her long lingering erotic kiss andHelen tugged firmly upon her chrome lead whilst telling her

. “Now momma’s going to take her little baby for a drink with some friends.”

        “Oh my God, what on earth would my daughter say if she saw me this way?” Catherine mused as she helplessly yet obediently allowed Helen to lead her at the assistant’s direction through the rear door of the shop and across a small alleyway before, with some anxiety, being led through the dimly lit doorway of a small bar.

There, to her amazement Catherine and Helen were met by the curious, appraising and always blatant staring of the entirely female clientele who were not only greeting Helen but also congratulating her upon the magnificence of her “New Slave.”  To Catherine’s astonishment, as Helen led her slowly toward a quiet table, some of these women were openly touching and caressing her breasts and buttocks, with some even sliding their hands underneath Catherine’s micro skirt to caress her bare bottom cheeks…..’How on earth have things got this far?’ wonder Catherine asked herself in acute embarrassment……………………………….. 

        In fact it had begun with Catherine drying herself after her bath before cooking dinner for Dan and his sister Caroline who had returned from UNI for a couple of weeks before taking up a teaching position.

Although the visit of her daughter visit was most welcomed by Catherine it was also making things a little difficult around the house now that Dan had now developed a habit of strolling into Catherine’s bedroom whenever he chose after banning her from locking her door, something he had done when drying her hair  and with only a towel covering her nudity Catherine had found  Dan casually striding into her bedroom and stunning his Mother by announcing that the, “woman from our table at that party,” was downstairs to see her.

        Catherine had frozen in surprise.

For the past couple of weeks Catherine had tried to put the terrible illicit feelings Helen had brought out in her and of how she had so effortlessly overpowered her into the back of her mind, but now she was here in Catherine’s own house and it was a moment or two before the shocked Catherine eventually managed to collect herself and reply so her son.

        “Oh, I. well I’d best get dressed then Dan, please tell her I’ll be downstairs in a minute or two.         “Already told her that,” replied Dan nonchalantly. “I’ll be in my room and Caroline is in her own room listening to some sounds on her I pod,” he then added without closing the door or waiting for a reply from his Mother.

       After watching Dan leave her room Catherine switched the dryer on again to quickly dry her hair as best she could whilst trying to decide what she should wear. Jeans and t-shirt would be best, she thought before dropping the towel around her feet. Bur when opening her lingerie drawer two soft hands suddenly gripped her by her hips and pulled Catherine’s naked body back upright before encircling her waist.

Drawing Catherine’s naked body back against her own those hands then cupped and squeezed Catherine’s large breasts and nuzzling the stunned Catherine’s neck Helen Coombe told her. “Mmmmm you smell wonderfully fresh from the bath little baby, believe me, mommas been counting the days until she could play with these fantastic tits and nipple rings again!”

        Gripping Helen’s far stronger hands in her own Catherine tried to extricate her naked body from the Helen’s clutches, but it was hopeless and with both her children just along the landing Catherine realized that if she shouted and created a scene  then her daughter Caroline would surely come running into the room.

Having to explain why a fully dressed woman was in her bedroom toying with her naked Mother’s nipples whilst clutching and squeezing her breasts would be all but impossible, not to mention the small matter of then having to explain the presence of her nipple and cunt rings to  Caroline, an appalling scenario that would get even worse it Helen then let Caroline into the secret, all hell would come down on her thought Catherine whilst suspecting that Dan may well have had something to do with Helen appearing in her room this way.

        “Please Helen let me go, no here, not in my bedroom. For pit’s sake my children are in the house,” whimpered Catherine lamely.

        “All the more reason for you to stop struggling and do exactly as your momma say’s little baby,” replied Helen before again nuzzling Catherine’s neck and dropping one hand from Catherine’s breast to cup her pussy, still moist from her bath.  Helen then turned Catherine round to face her and told the now more compliant naked blonde beauty. “Now look into momma’s eyes and tell her you are sorry, tell her that you will be a good little baby for her… Or maybe you would like your family to join us!”

        Seeing Helen for the first time, Catherine noted the crop haired taller woman was again wearing the black trouser suit and white blouse as Helen’s fingers slipped between her pussy lips and thankful that her bedroom door was closed Catherine knew she had no choice but to obey Helen and so looking up into the eyes of the taller crop haired younger woman recited, “Oh God. I’m sorry; I’ll be good for you.”

        “Now tell momma just who it is she will good for little baby.”

        “I’ll be a good baby for my momma,” whispered a thoroughly self-conscious Catherine eventually just before Helen’s mouth closed over her own, her searching tongue pushing hard against that of Catherine whilst her soft fingers pushed aside moist cunt lips to find and slowly massage Catherine’s hardened clitoris.

      Whilst Helen’s tongue probed her mouth Catherine knew she should feel repulsed and disgusted by the touch of another woman, that was easy to admit, but  much harder to deny were  the intense waves of pleasure flooding through Catherine created by Helen’s fingers in her pussy whilst  she stroked and pinched  Catherine’s  firm nipples and unable to prevent or deny the first onrush of her climax Catherine had a sudden vision of Helen looming over her as she fucked her on the bondage table at Peter’s party and suddenly responding by pushing her tongue hard against that of Helen, Catherine shuddered to a wonderful orgasm!.

    Afterward whilst continuing to hold Catherine in her arms Helen looked down into Catherine’s eyes and told the trembling older woman. “As you were such a good little baby for her momma is going take you shopping the day after tomorrow, now listen carefully.” Helen then gave Catherine the name and address of a shop in town where she was to meet her late the following afternoon.

        Although Catherine had hoped to spend some time with Caroline on that day she knew full well the woman she knew as Helen Coombe would not take kindly any refusal and So vowing to treat Caroline to a shopping trip and lunch the following day Catherine meekly recited back the instructions given her by Helen.  

    “And If you’re a good and obedient little baby then momma will buy you a drink afterward... Now, let’s find you something to wear.”

         Catherine was then led by the hand back toward her wardrobe where Helen pulled out a simple white button down dress before moving across to a chest of drawers and selecting a full set of black lingerie to contrast with the white dress.

A low cut bra, thong, suspender belt and tan stockings complete her rummaging before Helen turned back to Catherine before telling her to wear all these things for their meeting.

As Catherine nodded meekly she turned around and to her dismay saw that the bedroom door which had previously been closed by Helen was partially open.

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chapter 12

        Having reluctantly obeyed Sean’s demand that he meet with him at the bookshop Dan had soon found himself doubled over by a blow to the stomach from Sean and It didn’t take long for the by now very frightened Dan to spill the beans about Helen Coombe by telling Sean about his Mother and the party Peter Harris had thrown and of how his Mother had been deceived and then dominated by Helen before the cameras before adding that he didn’t know this Coombe woman was hot for Mum big time, “I swear I didn’t know and now she is even coming round to the house and going straight up to Mums bedroom and playing with her,” said Dan.

“So tell me more then Dan”

        “I...oh shit, well a girl I met at the party, Poppy, that’s what they called her and I was told she was Peter’s niece. Well after a little dancing she got horny and dragged me along to this room in the house where she said we could do things together without being disturbed. When we are in there she puts on the light and in the centre of the room someone had strapped Mum down on a strange metal table. She was naked and blindfolded with a big dildo in her and  two of those earpieces you get with an I pod were in her ears playing music so that she couldn’t hear anything.”     

   Clever, thought Sean, there could have been only one reason for that and he wasn’t prepared to make things easy for Dan. “So you then covered her and helped her get up Dan?

       “I, well, no, not really Sean.”

        “Tell me Dan or you get another slap, only harder this time!.”

        Not wanting to suffer more pain from Sean the cutely embarrassed Dan then went on to tell him how Poppy had urged him to fuck his Mother and of how he had put it in her cunt before taking it out and putting it in her mouth.

        “So how far did you go Sean, did you push it in all the way?” 

        “No, just a little, then I thought I would cum there and then so I took it out again”

        “And when you put it in her mouth did she suck you?”

        “Poppy was giving Mum a head job Sean and well; I guess I sort of got carried away because she sucked me dry …..I guess it was the best thing I’ve ever experienced apart from having my dick inside her.”

        “Yeh, I guess it must have been.” Sean replied with a smirk before telling Dan to continue.

. “Anyway when I had finished so to speak this Helen woman came storming into the room asking what the hell is going on. Telling us we are in big trouble and told Poppy to go to her room then told me everything we had done had been caught on film, showing me putting my dick into Mum, she sort of blackmailed me with it, telling me was to help her whenever she needed me, to be her eyes and ears with Mum so to speak and maybe even do some more filming with her.”     

   “As in?” queried Sean.

“Well, doing the same sort of thing I guess, she told me because I had “desires” for my Mother he could make it easier for me and I would get to do it with others as well.”

     Sean had heard a rumor about all this, that was why he had Dan visit him and At least things were now looking a lot clearer to Sean. He had never wanted to believe his slave Catherine would willingly agree to a lesbian relationship but it appeared this woman Helen Coombe had decided to take her work home with her so to speak.

        The involvement of Peter Harris, the man whom Tony had marked his card about, made things more difficult. After having Joan find Imogene\Helen’s address, something that should not be too difficult given her connections, Sean would send Kevin to go see her and point out to Helen the error of her ways in his own inimitable manner.

As for Peter Harris that was another story. The man was rich and powerful enough to crush Sean if he so chose. So Kevin’s visit would have to leave this Helen terrified enough to not breath a word about Kevin’s visit to Peter Harris.

As for Dan, despite his betrayal, Sean knew he was much to valuable to him to cast aside and of course it was a fact that without Dan’s assistance none of the amazing things he had achieved since his and Tom’s initial visit to Catherine Dixon’s home would have been possible.

So in the event Sean had assured Dan they were still friends and aside from the no go area of actually fucking his mother he was free to do as he wished, even to visit his Aunt Vicky occasionally.

Of course Dan was only too relieved and thankful toward Sean he would not only do just that but he also ensure he passed on to Sean every scrap of information he came across and so told Sean that despite his sister Caroline being at home, after Helen had toyed with his naked Mother in her Bedroom, Catherine, looking quite sexy, had left the house the following evening just after six and not retuned home until very late., a statement that only served to harden Sean’s resolve. 

After the departure of Dan, Sean then turned his attention to the matter of Victoria Preston.

Being quite content to get his kicks from sexual adventure Sean was unaware of the effects of the dope Kevin had supplied to Vicky.

Instead, having visited her a few days after her recent assignation she had appeared be fairly calm and collected to Sean and when she had uncomplainingly provided him with the now obligatory blow job Sean was of course unaware that Vicky had taken a few tokes of Kevin’s special spliffs before his arrival.

So when Joan, the now utterly subservient office manger, informed Sean of the latest request she had received for the use Vicky’s services Sean, still unaware that Vicky’s previous client had been his nemesis Peter, had been all ears when Joan told him of ‘another very private client’ who wished to sample a mature yet beautiful submissive.

More than satisfied with the envelope of cash Kevin had given him as payment from Vicky’s previous effort, Sean was already subconsciously counting the cash when Joan told him the fee she had agreed would be paid by ‘Mr. Smith’ who would even send his chauffer to both deliver and return Vicky from his private ‘Mansion’.

There were though concluded Joan, a couple of special requests the client had made,. “Okay then Joan, get Vicky in here and I’ll spell things out to her”

Well aware that the despicable Kevin may recognize this particular chauffer, Joan had gone on to respectfully suggest to Sean that perhaps young Dan could be given the job of ‘minding’ Vicky beforehand ‘as a reward for his services?

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        After having a couple of Kevin’s joints, Victoria Preston found herself collected by a uniformed chauffeur no less, and who after serving Vicky with her favorite vodka and tonic had taken her through the darkened countryside on a magical mystery tour that ended up at the imposing entrance of  Peter’s very large old house.

Having been blindfolded when previously arriving there Vicky thought she could have been anywhere other than in the same house to which she taken to and sexually abused by Peter’s sons a couple of weeks earlier.

Having previously been ‘welcomed’ by the stern east European woman Olga, after having been curiously assisted from the huge car by the chauffer, Vicky had been met at the imposing front entrance by Peter who had proceeded to fuss over Vicky as a very welcome  guest to his ‘humble house’   

        “Now then Victoria, please tell me all about yourself, do you have a family?” asked the man she knew as Mr. Smith innocently. However, the idea of talking about family to this man was repugnant to her. Especially given that at some point in the evening he obviously intended to fuck her and perhaps do a whole lot more to her besides, but such was his charming and almost genteel manner as they sat in huge comfortable chairs opposite each other in the huge drawing room sipping pre dinner drinks that Vicky found herself opening up to him, even if he insisted she refer to him simply as ‘Mr. Smith’

        Without mentioning names Vicky went on to tell Mr. Smith\ Peter Harris about her ex-husband working abroad and that although she had no children she was very close to her only sister and her family.

        “So your sister has children Victoria.” 

        “Oh yes Mr. Smith, a young boy and a very nice daughter at the university,” replied Vicky.

        “I really do sense you are a very cultured woman and perhaps cut above those who normally ply your err, trade. So how on earth did you get into this business my dear, please, If I’m being a little forward do stop me there, it’s just that I feel a little guilty but now you are here Victoria You are far too beautiful to turn away. Besides, having now seen you and spoken with you I really do feel an empathy with you as we appear to be on the same social level.”

        All of which was of course manna to the ears of a woman who had always viewed herself to be a cut above most others. “The fact is I was blackmailed into doing these things Mr. Smith, blackmailed by the young man who, through Joan at the bookshop, had arranged my visit to you.”

        “Good lord, but how if I may ask.” Replied Peter in all innocence.

        Perhaps it was the drug given her in her drink by Charles the chauffeur loosening her tongue but Vicky felt the need to unburden her ordeal on someone, and who better than this ostensibly very sympathetic man.

        “Well it all began after a visit from my nephew, I know he is in league with Sean Brady and I also know he drugged me with something because I remembered nothing until a few days later. You see Sean Brady then came to my house with a pile of photographs, all of them showing me posing naked for the camera and tied up in all manner of positions. Worst of all were those showing me sucking a, well a penis God knows I can’t remember doing it but really think it must have belonged to my nephew Dan. Oh dear I didn’t mean to give any names of my family I’m afraid it just slipped out.”

        “And it’s just as easily forgotten my dear.” 

        “Well that was how it all began. After that, when I refused Sean Brady’s demands I was beaten about the body and, well raped I suppose, by Sean until I could take no more. Then he showed me some films he said were of me and that they would be sold on the internet unless I complied. Of course by then I was too terrified and embarrassed for my future to refuse him and since then he has pretty well sold my body to….well whoever can afford me I suppose… Oh, and it now  appears he has sold me to you, Mr. Smith.”

        “Well that’s a sad tale Victoria but I really I think I could be of some help to you in extricating yourself from the clutches of this Sean Brady,” replied Peter Harris who could already see the gratitude and relief etched on her features as Vicky assumed she may soon be freed of this nightmare at Sean’s hands.

     “You see I have many friends who can help me in that regard but as for now I’m afraid I must alas ask you to allow me to use you myself Victoria. You see I have been cursed with occasionally desire to enjoy fetish sexual actives. I’m, therefore, afraid I cannot pass up the opportunity of doing so with such a beautiful and intelligent woman as your good self.

        Vicky realized she could hardly refuse. To do so would be to insult the one person whom it now seemed she could pin her hopes upon. Also if she refused in all probability she would earned a terrible beating at the hands of Sean Brady as well.

        “Yes, of course Mr. Smith, if that is what you require me of me” replied Vicky, after all what difference would yet another cock shooting its contents inside her make?

        “Well, I’m afraid I always dine alone and as it is now dinner time I wish you to accompany me to the table. You do have the required items under your dress I specified?”

        “Yes,” replied Vicky somewhat self consciously confirming that underneath her black dress were the pink and black quarter cup bra, matching thong, suspender belt and black seamed stockings,  together with, and this had been the hardest part of her dressing that evening, a thin  black leather chastity belt,  strapped around her waist

with an attached matching strap leading from the rear under her crotch to conceal her anus and pussy where the end of the strap then joined its matching strap around her waist.

At the front of the ‘Chastity Belt’ was riveted an “O” ring, through which passed a cut out section of the crotch strap and the joint between this strap and the waist belt had been padlocked with a small lock given her by Joan. The key to which, she had been told, was held by Mr. Smith.

        All of which meant that after, with very grave misgivings , Vicky had snapped the lock into position then only Peter could unlock her chastity belt and unless she totally humiliated herself by asking someone to cut the padlock she was completely and utterly in the hands of Mr. Smith when needing to perform any bodily functions.

        Sean’s demand that she wear the incredible contraption had been met with stony silence by Vicky and it had required a visit upstairs by Joan, who it seemed, had by then been assigned the duties of punishing Victoria when required.

Her rejection of the device resulted in Vicky being hauled from her chair and As Sean looked on from his desk her dress being torn away from her body and panties ripped from her legs. Joan then administered the Mother and Father of all spankings to her bottom and thighs.

Afterward  Joan forced the almost naked and fearful Vicky to stand with hands on head and demonstrated to Vicky how to fit the cruel medieval device upon her own body. To Vicky’s absolute horror the device was then left in place until she was able to leave Sean’s office, by which time Joan was back behind her counter. It was at the front desk Joan removed the chastity belt before taking the key and placing it in her purse.

        “That will find its way to Mr. Smith Vicky, all you have to do is fully close the padlock. If Mr. Smith discovers you have not done so you really will be in trouble and it won’t be just a spanking you will get my girl!”

        Vicky did indeed soon find herself joining “Mr. Smith at the dinner table but she could never have predicted she would actually be amongst the food on the table and not eating it after having entered the sumptuous dining room where Charles was waiting to seat them.  But Instead of being seated around the table Peter requested Vicky then remove her black dress and kneel with her bottom resting on her ankles facing him upon the dinner table, before, only inches from Peter’s  place setting, Charles then cuffed Vicky’s hands behind her back.

        “You really do make an exquisite centerpiece Victoria,” Peter informed the appalled yet compliant Vicky while studying her large breasts and nipples rising and falling above her quarter cup bra together with her matching suspender belt and of course, the erotic splendor of Vicky’s padlocked chastity belt.

        “And oh yes, I do believe we shall shortly be requiring this,” Peter eventually continued when producing the padlock key and placing it beside his dessert spoon. “….. But only after dessert of course!”

        For her part, Vicky was made to kneel before Peter in humiliated dejection whilst he consumed his first two courses. To her horror one dish consisted of a liberal amount of thick cream flavored with Peter’s favorite liqueur which was then liberally applied to Vicky’s breasts and nipples by the ever present Charles who then forced Vicky to shuffle forward and to lean forward until her breasts and large cream coated nipples hung adjacent to Peter’s mouth.

        “Mmmmm, that was excellent Charles, a culinary masterpiece,” stated Peter after licking and sucking every last morsel of the cream from, it had to be said, the not too displeased, Vicky’s breasts and nipples. 

        “Now for the piece de resistance!,”…. Charles... if you please?.”

        Although Vicky had not counted on Charles being present she none the less remained compliant when under Peter’s instruction Charles pulled her body backward until she lay flat on her back upon the huge table. Then pulling Vicky’s body down the table until her feet rested upon each arm of Peter’s chair Charles placed her legs either side of Peter’s body so that her chastity belted crotch lay before Peter’s place setting. 

        “Perhaps you will do the honors and reveal tonight’s prize Charles,” stated Peter after Charles had completed his task.

        “Yes, of course Sir”

        Vicky recalled Peter’s words about fetish sexual activities. Things were now becoming extreme as Charles unlocked and removed her chastity belt to reveal her puffy shaven cunt lips, glinting with moisture  only a foot or so from Peter’s eyes,

        “Beautiful, truly beautiful,” remarked Peter as his index finger slid up and down Vicky’s pussy lips. Naturally this was causing the mature beauty to shudder with unquestionable pleasure,  even more so when leaning forward, Peter’s mouth met her cunt  lips and he proceeded to suck, tickle, lick and bite upon Vicky’s cunt until she found herself shuddering to an unavoidable but delightful orgasm.

        Eventually standing up Peter inspected, probed and stroked ever inch of Vicky’s prone and naked body causing her to again shudder with pleasure and Vicky was thinking that perhaps this undeniable pleasure was not that bad a price to pay for

having this man’s support in her quest to free herself from Sean Brady. Until that is Peter then said, “As I said, a wonderful dessert Victoria but I’m afraid that Charles always demands his own ‘just desserts.’ and I’m afraid his ideas sometimes differ from my own, but I have no doubts you will at least try to accommodate him my dear.” 

        As it turned out Charles enjoyed nothing more than exerting his superiority over any women his boss now and again allowed him to “play with.” First he unceremoniously turned the horrified Vicky upon her stomach and with a riding crop was soon  cruelly thrashing Vicky’s back, bottom and thighs and although Vicky was very soon begging for mercy Charles had no intention of showing her any. 

        Eventually though, when satisfied with his efforts, Charles had swung the pleading crying, mature beauty easily around the polished table until her splayed legs were on its edge. Then to her horror Vicky was aware the tip of a massive cock was pushing past her buttocks before lodging itself against the sphincter of her anus.

        “Oh my God, please no,” cried the terrified and fearful Victoria Preston before seconds later screaming in panic as inch by inch Charles began forcing his way into her anus.  As if to demonstrate his power over Vicky Charles huge cock forced its way inside Vicky’s anus until his massive 10 inches could go no further.

There as Vicky’s Anus tried to accommodate its huge invader, Charles’s cock had remained, buried deep in her bowels, forcing open her tight Anal ring further than the sobbing Vicky thought was humanely possible, the monster cock had remained.

“As you can see my cock is now fully inside Madam’s anus Sir,” said Charles before, whilst toasting Charles with his wine glass to Vicky’s bewilderment Peter replied.

“And long may it remain there, now then Charles, perhaps you would now be so kind as to lift and turn madam so that I may join you inside her.”

        So Charles, his monster orgasm buried to the hilt inside Vicky’s anus, then lifted and turned her until his back was against the table. Then with Vicky upon his lap after lifting them both, Charles,  first sat and then lay back upon the table with both his and Vicky’s  legs dangling over its edge. Then placing his hands upon Vicky’s inner thighs Charles spread her legs apart, leaving her glistening cunt lips fully on display above her anus filled with Charles’s cock.

    Never before had Vicky ever experienced anything such as this, Impaled as she upon Charles massive cock. The monster had invaded her anus and so full of the

huge cock was she it had totally overwhelmed her senses, completely possessing her, tearing her apart and with its huge size. Pleading with him was pointless for his massive cock now owned her!

Then to her horror Charles was saying, “Madam is ready for you now Sir.” 

        Trapped and impaled upon Charles strong body Vicky could only look on in fascinated alarm to see Peter standing between her well spread legs and taking his own huge cock from within his pants. “Oh dear God no!” pleaded Vicky, suddenly realizing what was about to happen. But to no avail for with Charles strong arms supporting her from behind, Peter was slowly guiding his cock steadily between Vicky’s cunt lips until she was the reluctant meat in their sandwich.

         Totally mortified Vicky cried out and pleaded with them for the pain was such she thought they must surely tear her apart. Never ever in her wildest dreams had she imagined herself vulnerable to such horrific degradations,  being forced to submit to having both her cunt and anus simultaneously fucked by two huge erect cocks was completely beyond her comprehension.

        “Mmmmm, it is very kind of you to accommodate both of us my dear, How does Madam’s Anus feel to you Charles,” the incredulous Vicky heard through what was now her reduced pained whimpering as both men eased in and out of her cunt and anus.

        “Madam’s anus was somewhat tight Sir but I do believe that after tonight its future use will prove to be more accommodating whilst also being little more comfortable for Madam.”

        “Good, and Madam also has a very acceptably tight cunt Charles. Just right for both of us I would say.” Then continuing to fuck her Peter told the astonished Vicky. “You really are proving to be an absolute delight my dear. It’s such a pleasure to have the use of a sophisticated Lady such as yourself. After I have freed you from the clutches of young Sean Brady we shall enjoy many more delightful occasions such as this.”

        Vicky now knew  ‘Mr. Smith’ had simply been toying with her, that he was no savior and his only intention was merely to remove her from the frying pan and put her in the fire and realized that along with the sadistic Charles he would sexually degrade her in ways even Sean Brady would never have considered.

The hidden cameras in the dining room continued their work and Vicky was put through her paces by Peter and Charles for another two hours and as they beat, fucked, tied and humiliated Victoria Preston in every conceivable manner as, whilst in doing so Peter hoped that her nephew Dan, in viewing his aunt’s degradation through the two way mirrors, had not yet creamed in his pants.

With Vicky by then pleading for release Men eventually violently and almost simultaneously ejaculated into both the Cunt and Anus of the trembling sobbing woman captured in their sexual sandwich.

Never if her life had Vicky experienced the sensation of having both her offices flooded with streams of hot sperm as first Peter’s throbbing cock sent his on jet of cum juices deep into her womb before, to her amazement, Vicky realized her bowels were being flooded by the addition of Charles’s contribution to the proceedings, all of which only served to intensify the enormous orgasm building inside Vicky to the point where, no longer caring of the spectacle she must have been making as she Lay sandwiched between them Vicky  suddenly gasped repeatedly before crying out with sudden unashamed pleasure as the twin invaders pumped their contents into her.

“I do believe Madam has taken our combined efforts rather well Charles but I would suggest you remain in position while our special guest prepares himself.”  Said Peter after withdrawing his cock from Vicky’s cunt before pressing the button situated under the dinner table before producing an elasticized blindfold from his pocket.

“As you wish Sir” replied Charles, much to the chagrin of Vicky who, well aware a stream of Peter’s cum juices was then trickling from between her cut lips, was amazed that Charles huge cock had shown no sign whatsoever of deflating even after having filled her bowels to the brim with his hot seed………………………………. 

      Peter had by then decided Vicky would now become a regular hostess for his little gentleman’s get together sessions as well as also taking part in his filming sessions. Perhaps he would even use both Vicky and her sister Catherine together for one of their sessions and even had of vision of Vicky and Catherine making love to each other before his friends and the young Dan could even join in, as he was about to do now when Dan entered the dining room.

Peters only problem, if he could call it that, was that his twins had made their decision and as much as they had enjoyed the delights of Victoria Preston they had both taken a real shine to her sister Catherine.

Even now they were more than half jokingly pestering Peter about them both ‘knocking her up’ and ‘making a baby’ with Catherine. And of even having her living in the house or nearby so they could suckle her nipples and drink her breast milk along with the baby, So in the event Peter had decided to put the wheels in motion for what he regarded as being the better of two evils.

Here Helen/Imogene and Dan would be of assistance to him and knowing Helen would carry out his instructions, Peter had, even if she did technically still belong to

Sean Brady agreed with Helens earlier request that she be allowed to ‘take things further’ with Catherine, whilst Dan, with his penchant for humiliating his Mother would of course be more than happy to do likewise. 

More so after the good news Peter had received from his private detective regarding the Gay relationship Catherine’s husband James had embarked upon. James had then received a visit from Charles explaining that whilst James sexually was no concern of his, he was certain that James family and his very straight laced boss Would be mortified to hear of it. Better all round that James left his wife alone and spent as much time as he could away from the family home, especially if he, Charles, was keeping an eye on him. Given that James relationship was of a BDSM nature it was a proposal the hugely embarrassed James readily accepted.  

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Still lying upon the muscular body of Charles with her Ass still impaled upon his rock hard cock and puzzled as to why she had been blindfolded Vicky suddenly became aware of another pair of legs between her own before gasping in surprise when Charles lifted her Anus from his cock and then laid her upon the table. Then Dan’s cock began slowly inching its way between Vicky’s well lubricated cunt lips.

Despite, or perhaps because of her now being blindfolded, the invasion of a different cock between her sticky cunt lips, Vicky was none the less unable to prevent her body from responding to the new intruder pumping back and forth within her cunt and before long Vicky’s earlier whimpers of pleasure resurfaced and her blindfolded head began moving from side to side when Peter told her.    

    “I’ve been thinking back Victoria, to a few weeks ago when I attended a birthday party thrown for a couple of young men, there I met a very attractive woman whose beauty was not at all dissimilar from your own. The point is that having been seated at the same table we had a long chat and I distinctly recall the lady telling me that she had a daughter and teenage son. And what a coincidence Victoria, his name was also Dan, the same as your nephew I believe.

        As the excited Dan slid his hands under her buttocks and began slowly fucking his aunt Vicky what color remained quickly drained from her face when Peter closed in for the kill. “Well, anyway I’m afraid I have been very naughty Vicky, you see I invited your nephew to my house tonight,” 

        Handcuffed as she was and unable to escape her nephew’s slow rhythmic fucking of her the horror struck Vicky could only plead with her nephew. “Oh my God.. Is that you Dan?. Stop this Dan. For God’s sake stop this now!” 

       But although at first almost succumbing to “stage fright” Dan was by now too far into his stride. Not to mention the fact that he had the help of the large blue pill given him by Peter. Then Dan began to recite the words Peter had made him rehearse over again and to use his young hands in the manner in which Peter had instructed. 

So while kneading and caressing her breasts and nipples, looking down into his aunt’s terrified eyes while pushing his cock as into her cunt far as he possibly could. , Dan told her “No way Aunt Vicky, I’ve waited a long time for the chance to fuck you and you’re going to enjoy it every bit as much as I am.” Then as Dan continued his slow rhythmic fucking of his aunt.

Then Peter peeled away her blindfold and Vicky looked up in horrified fascination to see the face of her nephew Dan looming over hers whilst he slowly fucked her helpless body.

        Peter then added, “Oh yes, I remember now, her name was Catherine Dixon. Of course you already know her son Vicky, after all he is your nephew and as you’re getting to know each other for the cameras and your sister Catherine will be so very proud of the manner in which you are fucking her son fuck you Vicky.”

        Filled by her nephew’s huge rampant young cock Vicky could do no more than whimper and plead with Dan. “Please Dan...Please take it out now. Please take it out. I promise I’ll say nothing to your Mother. Or to anyone else if you’ll just take it out……….please!” 

But ignoring her pleading Dan pushed his aunt’s body a little further back onto the polished table and after taking each of Vicky’s ankles then placed her legs over his shoulders and with the backs of her knees resting on his shoulders.

Then Dan gripped Vicky’s hips and simultaneously pulling his aunt’s cunt onto his throbbing erection, pushed his own hips forward, allowing him to penetrate Vicky further than she had ever imagined possible, leaving Vicky not only gasping in shocked surprise, but to her utter dismay, no little pleasure as time after time and with growing pace and intensity Dan repeated this process, causing Vicky to gasp and moan in her undoubted pleasure.

        “That’s it Auntie, now tell me how much you love me fucking you,” demanded Dan at Peter’s prompting. But such was her humiliation at being fucked by her young nephew Vicky found she not unable to look Dan in the eye. 

With her eyes tightly closed, even though her body was betraying her as she surged toward an inevitable glorious orgasm, Vicky could only shake her head in denial until Dan suddenly withdrew his dripping cock from between his aunt’s cunt lips and after pushing her legs upward to raise her ass from the table, Dan placed the tip of his cock at the very entrance of Vicky’s anus and told her. “Tell me how much you love me fucking you or I fuck your ass!”

        Vicky was utterly horrified by this new threat. To have her nephew fucking her was bad enough but for her sister’s son to take her anally was beyond belief, but, Incredibly, Vicky knew she also want back inside her cunt,  wanting him to complete the awful work his rampant young cock has so cruelly begun upon her body and senses.  

        “Oh my God…. Please forgive me. Please Dan, fuck me again. I love you fucking me. Please put it back in my cunt again,” moaned Vicky. 

Moments later Dan was again pumping his aunt’s cunt and following Peter’s instructions, completed her humiliation when stroking her breasts and nipples, he told Vicky. “Now open your eyes and look at me Auntie and don’t take your eyes away from mine or you really will get it up your ass!”

        To look her young nephew in the eyes with his huge cock violating her pussy while he so casually toyed with her nipples and stroked her breasts was the most crushing humiliation Vicky could have ever dreamt of.  Even the combined efforts of all the people who had used her mind and body since that fateful day Dan had arrived at her door were nothing compared to this nightmare.

A nightmare made all the worse by Dan’s obvious awareness of the massive orgasm his cock was creating deep inside her as She helplessly moaned and groaned to each increasingly brutal thrust inside her,  every sound and every moment of which was being captured by the various microphones and cameras set up the dining room. 

        “Jeez...that its, keep looking at me Auntie...I’m going to cum any minute,” groaned Dan and Incredibly, moments later, Vicky found she was powerless to prevent herself from thrusting her crotch up to meet the thrusts of her nephew as she came to the first of many unavoidable and illicit, yet oh so amazing orgasms at the hands and cock of her sister’s son.

Even A full ten minutes after Vicky’s first orgasm Dan was still pumping his cock back and forth and forth and further taunting his Aunt by telling her “Oh Yeh Auntie Vicky,

your also going to tell Mum you are so worried about burglars and intruders you want me to move in with you for a few days”! …  Before finally succumbing himself when emitting a huge groan as the first hot jet of his juice shoot into Vicky’s now well used cunt .  

        Having later endured the ride home in the rear of the large limo driven by Charles the vehicle had finally pulled in Vicky’s driveway, but her ordeal was prolonged even further after Charles escorted her inside her home. 

        “ Bosses orders Madam, I am to ensure you actually delivered into the house,” said Charles after easing Vicky down onto a sofa from where she looked up warily to See the big chauffeur taking a large brown envelope from his jacket pocket, “For you Madam, the Boss has I believe been most generous,” said Charles handing Vicky the envelope. 

        Looking inside the envelope the mature beauty was by then too pained and exhausted even to count the large amount of money but the multitude of £50 notes was enough to tell Vicky this “payment” surpassed anything she had received from any of her “clients.”

Yet it would take far more than money to ever erase from her mind the constant vision she had of her young nephew Dan, her sister’s son, looming over her naked body with his hands toying with her breasts and nipples, as squirt after squirt of his hot juices flood her vagina and the, If that indignity was not enough, having to clean their combined juices with her tongue from Dan’s still rock hard and throbbing cock!

       Even so, for the umpteenth time Vicky tried to purge her guilt over the incredible orgasm she had experienced at the hands of her nephew before she was suddenly brought back to the present when Charles continued. “Of course  Madam there would be a price you would pay without your absolute silence about tonight’s events in the Master’s house, In short Madam you will speak to no one.”

Without warning Vicky then found the chauffeurs strong fingers gripping her chin.

        “The Master is a very generous man Madam but should you do so it would be a huge mistake you would never make again. Do you understand me Madam?”

        All that was required was a slight nod her head and a glance into her terrified eyes for Charles to know he had got Peter’s message across to Vicky.

        “That’s very wise of you Madam. A very sensible attitude if I may say so, the Master will be pleased.”

        Then to Vicky’s utter despair, before leaving, Charles had concluded. “The Master is rather taken with you and will be in touch with you very soon Madam and When he does you will follow his instructions without fail.”

        One more terrified a look into Charles hard eyes as she nodded her acceptance was enough to remind Victoria Preston that much of that night’s unbelievable and repulsive episode would not only stay in her mind forever but that it would also remain a secret forever.

For almost two hours, with recurring visions of here nightmare evening flashing before her eyes, Vicky had soaked her weary battered body in her bath along with a huge glass of Vodka and the last of her spliffs before eventually falling into a troubled sleep. The following morning,  having long since consumed the last of her spliffs, Vicky’s only comfort , as her mind pictured the face of her nephew looming over her,  was provided by the ever present Vodka bottle upon her bedside table.

“Oh my God….what have I done?” Vicky asked herself over and again, recalling how she had looked into Dan’s triumphant eyes whilst crying out in appalling yet amazing illicit ecstasy as Dan’s throbbing cock had thrust its way back and forth between her legs. And Of how it had eventually sprayed its hot creamy contents deep into her womb. And of how, with his cock buried to its hilt inside her, Dan had told her that she was to ask her sister Catherine if he could stay with her for a few days!  

Reaching for the beside telephone and pushed the fast dial button, what she needed more than anything right then was more of those wonderful calming spiffs. 

        “Sure thing Vicky,” Dan had replied when Vicky nervously asked him to supply some more “sweeties”, the word he had told Vicky to use over a phone

Chapter 13

       Completely exhausted after a day spent before the camera, mainly on her back, Helen Coombe gratefully turned the key and pushed open the door to the apartment she shared with her young partner Sharon, alias Poppy. Helen/ Imogene was disappointed at the absence of any cooking aromas permeating from the kitchen and wondered if she was going to have to yet again berate the young girl for her idleness. In all probability she had once again lazed around in bed all day after coming home late the night before from her lap dancing job.

        How Helen wished it was Catherine Dixon blissfully awaiting her return. Surely a beautiful mature and obedient slave such as Catherine Dixon would no doubt keep the apartment spotless and have her meals on the table just when Helen wanted them and be kneeling beside her while she ate, dressed ready to please her “momma”.

        Removing her suit jacket and unbuttoning the first few buttons of her blouse Helen thought this was no pipe dream for the ostensibly straight Catherine was already learning more and more about how to please her and  with careful nurturing would unquestionably develop into a totally subservient Slave  toward her dominant lesbian Mistress.

Of course the fly in the ointment would be Catherine’s family but she was a grown woman and many a wife and Mother had left their families for another woman and this would be more than feasible as she continued to educate Catherine in the delights of subservience toward her ‘Momma’.

For a long lingering moment Helen blissfully recalled how very obedient Catherine had been the other evening in the lesbian fetish bar in Succumbing without protest as one by one Helen’s friends had intimately touched and explored her beautifully large breasted body beneath that see-through blouse and ridiculously short leather skirt as they congratulated Helen upon her good taste.

       Sharon of course had assumed Helen was simply following Peter’s instructions during filming and knew nothing of her intention that Catherine Dixon would soon be taking her place in Helen’s bed. How wonderful it would be having Catherine all to herself and the seeds were already sown.

That much had been proven after she had taken Catherine into the special “play room” at the rear of the lesbian bar before stripping the reluctant yet obedient Catherine before demanding Catherine then strip her in return.

With both woman then naked, Helen had lain Catherine underneath her naked body before straddling her so that her puffy pussy lips were directly over Catherine’s mouth. 

        “Kiss me baby; learn to kiss momma’s pussy.” Helen had told the extremely self-conscious Catherine, but only little prompting Catherine did indeed push out her tongue to meet Helen’s pussy lips whilst above her Helen had joyously gasped in delight when Catherine had pushed out her tongue a little further and drops of Helen’s love juices had formed around her lips.

What had been so pleasing for Helen was that without further prompting Catherine had then kissed, licked and sucked her ‘Momma’  until Helen was moaning and shuddering toward a amazing orgasm………….with many of Helen’s lesbian friends looking on in envy from a viewing gallery!.

        Even though deeply embarrassed by what she was doing Catherine none the less found the taste of Helen’s juices not at all unpleasant and In the belief that the sooner Helen came to orgasm the sooner she could leave this wretched place Catherine’s tongue probed ever faster.  After discovering Helen’s clitty Catherine had worked feverishly upon the little bud until to her alarm Helen turned her body around and said. “Now my ass baby, show momma how much you love her ass!”

        Knowing the stronger dominant lesbian kneeling over her was going nowhere until she had done so the stunned and mortified Catherine once again complied with Helens demand by this time pushing out her tongue until it met Helen’s rosebud anus hovering just over her mouth. At least she is clean, thought Catherine gratefully as with Helen’s prompting she pushed her tongue as far as possible into her anus, an experience Catherine found to be one most her most humiliating ever, especially when having do so before Helen’s friends.

        “Oh God, that’s so good baby you really are my clever little baby, now lets see just what your momma can do for you.”

With that Helen adjusted her body until she knelt over Catherine in the 69 position and lowering her mouth onto Catherine’s slick cunt lips, her tongue began working feverishly, pushing aside the cunt lips and finding Catherine’s own clitty.

Moments later Helen was surprised yet thrilled to feel two little hands encircling and caressing her own small buttocks and Catherine’s tongue tracing a pattern from Helen’s cunt lips up to her anus, clearly delighting the increasingly excited Helen when pushing her tongue firmly into both orifices for new Mistress in an incessant pattern of pleasure until both woman came to each other’s huge orgasm.

Naked, spent and exhausted whilst curled up in Helens strong arms, Catherine contemplated the sex act she had just performed upon Helen, but whilst wondering what on earth had possessed her to do so Catherine found herself unable to deny the sight of Helens small taut buttocks had been a like magnet to her hands and for some unfathomable reason she’d been unable to resist the temptation of feeling and stroking them and that as she had grown ever more excited to the tough of Helens tongue in her pussy it had seemed the most natural thing in the world to again taste both Helen’s cunt lips and  Anus. 

After dressing, Helen and her friends had then led the extremely mortified and self-conscious Catherine, dressed only in her stockings and leather suspender belt, by her collar and lead back into to the main bar of the lesbian/transvestite BDSM club.

There, with her wrists encased in padded leather cuffs and in full view of all the club members Catherine had fetched a variety of drinks from the Bar and after distributing these to each of Helens friends sat comfortably around a table, Catherine had knelt beside Helen who then absently toyed with Catherine’s nipple rings and naked breasts whilst chatting to her friends, unaware that Catherine herself was at that moment, whilst still feeling very self-conscious, was actually also loving being the centre of attention to these women. 

Having her kneeling almost naked beside her own fully dressed body was in fact a demonstration of Helen’s ownership of Catherine. One thoroughly approved of by her friends as a succession of ‘members’, dressed in all manner of bondage and fetish gear had came across to inspect Helens latest ‘acquisition’, almost all of them taking an inordinate amount of time kissing Catherine and inspecting, pulling upon and turning her Gold rings   before eventually, to her unqualified relief , Helen had finally allowed Catherine to dress before escorting the mature beauty back to her car and as a parting gift, giving Catherine a long lingering kiss in full view of the evening crowd in the busy street.  

Despite the increasingly annoying presence of Sharon,  Helen would have loved to have taken Catherine home with her to share her bed and it was only Catherine’s pleading that prevented that from actually happening.

“Please be patient Mistress” Catherine had recited. “I do have a family expecting me home any minute….surely you can allow me a little more time to adjust to my new situation…please Momma”.

Catherine’s quick thinking had worked and had satisfied Helen for the time being at least, as far as Helen was concerned after that evenings display her new possession would very soon be sharing her bed anyway, so Helen had relented, whilst also telling Catherine there was a limit to her patience, so hungry was she for Catherine to share her bed!,

        Moving further into her apartment Helen surveyed the messy interior and her mood darkened, this really wasn’t good. “Sharon! Sharon!” shouted Helen angrily.

        “Damn her if she has gone out and left the place like a pigsty again! “I’ll make the lazy bitch suffer for it later. That much is for certain!” But as she was about to storm into the bedroom a totally unfamiliar and unexpected figure emerged from the room and for a moment Helen could only stare in astonishment for her one absolutely non-negotiable house rule had been broken. A rule she would most certainly be teaching Catherine Dixon when she took Sharon’s place. 

        No Men not in her apartment! Ever! And it appeared Sharon had broken that rule. That was until the horrid looking youth said to her, “Ah, you must be Helen. We’ve been waiting for you and me and little Sharon in there have been having no end of fun, but now it’s your turn!”

        “Who the fucking hell are you and what the fuck are you doing in my apartment?” Helen demanded of the mean looking youth who nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders before saying.  “Come and see for yourself bitch,” before turning back into Helen’s bedroom.

      Such was her pent up anger that without pausing or thinking Helen carelessly pursued Kevin into her bedroom where to her astonishment the naked Sharon lay face down and spread-eagled upon their bed. Her wrists and ankles had been tied to each corner of Helen’s prized wooden four poster bed and Sharon’s face and duct taped mouth were turned toward Helen with pleading distressed eyes.

        In a sudden trance like immobility Helen realized that Sharon’s back, buttocks and upper thighs were crisscrossed with red weal’s which could only have been caused by the leather belt 

Kevin had left on the bed beside Sharon’s helplessly battered body. The centre of Sharon’s body had also been raised with three bed pillows directly beneath her stomach, raising her buttocks so that her cunt and anus had been easily assessable to Kevin’s rampant cock, an assumption confirmed to Helen when her stunned eyes took in the messy trickle escaping Sharon’s Anus and dripping from between her bruised cunt lips and Anus.

        Then the sudden thump of her bedroom door being slammed shut brought Helen out of her trance like shock. “As I said dyke bitch, now it’s your turn to feel a real cock up your tight ass!”

        In a sudden rage, for herself and for what this monster had done to her prized possession, she flew at Kevin. Helen knew all the tricks, scratch the eyes first then beat the shit out of him when she had blinded him with his own blood. However although she was fit and strong Helen was no match for the streetwise young thug who with expert ease sidestepped his adversary before aiming his first blow as hard as possible deep into Helen’s solar plexus and pained and winded Helen slumped to the floor beside the bed upon which Sharon was spread-eagled.

        The six viscous slaps to each side of Helen’s face completed the job and as she placed her hands to her face in an effort to prevent further punishment. Kevin easily rolled Helen onto her stomach before pulling her arms behind her back then securing her wrists using the handcuffs Sean had given him before finally wrapping his duct tape over Helen’s gasping mouth.

        Helen was aghast, what the hell was happening here? Unable to ask, curse or even plead with this monster, she quickly found herself abruptly turned face up and easily lifted back upright into a standing position by Kevin. Then placing his leather belt around Helen’s neck he pulled tightly and the thuggish youth told the gasping for breath Helen.

“Any trouble from you from you and suffer even more than she did you bitch dyke. Now let’s see what you’re hiding from me,”

Had she still been lying down she could have kicked out at Kevin but because she was standing so close to him and almost suffocating, Helen was completely unable to prevent Kevin from lowering and removing her trademark black trousers and shoes before ripping open the buttons of her white blouse and revealing a lacy black bra beneath.

Before long Kevin had torn both garments away with his strong young hands and soon Helen’s upper body was naked. All that remained of any sense of dignity were her tiny panties but Helen was very soon grimacing and gasping behind her gag lips as Kevin’s fingers harshly squeezed and roughly pulled upon the dominant lesbian’s nipples and breasts. “Not enough here for my liking” sneered Kevin before then adding         “Okay girls now let’s have some fun!.” 

        Helen could only look on in helpless frustrated anger when Kevin then grabbed a handful of Sharon’s hair and lifting her face toward his, telling her, “Your going to swap places with this bitch and if you make her cum through her ass I’ll make things a little easier for you... okay baby?”

        Knowing she could take no more of this monster’s brutality Sharon nodded her head dejectedly in understanding for by now she would do anything to appease Kevin and so minutes later their positions were reversed.   Sharon’s gag was removed and Helen placed face down before being helplessly spread-eagled with her ass raised high by the very same pillows that had been placed under Sharon’s stomach.

As Sharon then knelt precariously between Helen’s legs,  with promptings from Kevin’s leather belt, her tongue wormed its way inside her helpless lover’s anus for over fifteen minutes until, with a huge shudder, the humiliated yet undeniably excited Helen had achieved an orgasm through her anus. 

       “That’s a good start but let’s see how much your bitch friend enjoys this,” said Kevin before placing Sharon in a kneeling position beside Helen and began laying his belt across the back, buttocks and thighs of the helpless Helen. Soon almost every inch of her body was covered in layer after layer of the same angry red welts as those on Sharon’s back before, finally satisfied with his efforts, Kevin straddled Helen’s body.

        Despite her gag Helen’s scream was one of unadulterated horror when she realized Kevin’s rock hard cock was mercilessly thrusting into her tight unprotected anus. Deeper and deeper plunged Kevin until Helen could feel the throbbing monster pushing hard against the walls of her bowels where it stayed for what seemed an eternity before Kevin began riding her slowly and brutally.

“Sharon loved this part didn’t you baby,” sneered Kevin at Helen’s young lover before gripping Helen’s chin and pulling her face round to meet his eyes and telling the terrified Helen. “I bet your little bitch can still feel the wad I shot into her inside her ass but don’t feel left out you dyke bitch because you’re getting the same quality stuff up your own ass in a minute or two.”

        Kevin then switched his assault roughly to Helen’s tight cunt and as with Sharon,  Helen soon became a broken shadow of the proud dominant lesbian who had entered the apartment earlier and each cruel thrust of Kevin’s rampant cock served only to highlight that fact.

At length and almost ready to cum Kevin’s rampant twitching cock reverted back to Helen’s anus and as Helen prayed this nightmare would very soon end Kevin’s rampant cock sprayed spurt after spurt of hot semen deep into Helen’s bowels. With his Viagra inspired monster still hard and deep in her bowels Kevin grasped Helen’s head in way he had with Sharon’s and bending close to her face snarled maliciously at her.

. “As far as my boss is concerned you can have any dyke bitch you want except Catherine Dixon!. You understand me bitch? You….never trouble Mrs. Dixon again…. You go that bitch!”

        Even when Helen had nodded her head in understanding and acceptance Kevin’s cock was still incredibly rampant and not yet done. He had all the time in the world with these two and fully intended to enjoy every last moment of the task Sean had bestowed upon him.

So Kevin began by untying and retying Helen until she again lay spread-eagled but this time on her back.

After stripping off himself, Kevin then lay beside her and forced Helen to look on in helpless frustration as, with her wrists still cuffed behind her back, Sharon worked her mouth up and down his cock. Eventually, at Kevin’s instruction, Sharon occasionally shifted her body across to her lover’s cunt lips to do the same there whilst Kevin pinched and toyed with Helen’s small breasts and big nipples.

Eventually having jettisoned his sperm into Sharon’s mouth, Kevin ordered the young girl not to swallow a drop of foul juices and keep it there in her mouth and to place mouth over that of Helen. There Sharon pushed and dripped Kevin’s semen into Helen’s mouth and with the liberal use of a whip upon Helens breasts and nipples to keep her mouth open, Kevin forced Helen to swallow every last drop of the revolting mixture of Kevin’s semen, her own cunt and anal juices, all combined with Sharon’s saliva.

        Two hours and many orgasms later Kevin finally departed, leaving both women tied together face to face and on Kevin’s instructions kissing each other with their tongues locked together.

As a parting gift a very long double ended dildo, found by Kevin Whilst searching the bedroom drawers, had been inserted into each woman’s anus whilst their nipples were painfully and tightly squeezed by means of Helen’s own clover nipple clamps connected to each other by a thin mental chain.

Kevin knew it would take time, but having left Sharon’s bonds loose enough he knew she would eventually free herself after which she could then release Helen.

All in all Kevin was happy with the job he had done and when untying Helen and then retying her to Sharon for the final time he  asked Helen once again, “I want to hear I an apology from you bitch!” 

        “Oh God, please, I’m so sorry…… I’ll never try to see Catherine again,” the tearful Helen had assured him, good news Kevin Smith would take straight back to Sean

However, in his moment of triumph Kevin was unaware Helen had some very powerful friends and that she had merely playing for time.

For Helen, the pain and torment she had experienced at the hands of this monster was nothing compared to what would happen to him after she informed Peter of her suffering which Helen had already decided could not have possibly been done at the bidding of Catherine Dixon.

No, Catherine was far too innocent and naive to have been responsible for her suffering thought Helen whose innocence and naivety formed the basis of her attraction toward Catherine.

And so while Sharon struggled to free her bonds Helen knew that even after her terrible beating at the hands of that young thug and his warning her off, was now even more determined to have Catherine for her own, that after her wonderfully obedient performance at the fetish club, the fresh, beautifully proportioned and totally naïve Catherine Dixon would soon be replacing Sharon as her live in Slave and sexual plaything.

                                        End of Part Four    

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