Faith and the Thai episode

FAITH AND THE THAI EPISODE

or

Faith’s Sexual awakening

a novel by

Nicoletta Sanchez Duran

Faith and the Thai episode – Part 1

This is the story of Faith Griffith, 30 year old Manhattan school teacher whose husband Greg Pope had died whilst on honeymoon in Thailand.

What Faith had never told anyone was that Greg had been found in an abandoned shack dead from a heart attack attributed to a combination of Viagra, crack and cocaine.

Two days after their honeymoon started in Bangkok he had disappeared never having consummated their marriage. On the first night he had been unable to ‘perform’ and she had blamed it on the alcohol they had drank on the plane, the second day she let him take the lead after breakfast but he seemed distant and made mention of lady-boys and wanting one in bed with them, he also spoke of things she had never even imagined using like ‘butt-plugs’, ‘hand-cuffs’ and ‘nipple-clamps’, of course they argued.  During a city tour that day they were in a temple complex and after a few hours Faith realised Greg was gone. She imagined he had deliberately taken the wrong turning and was sat in a bar drinking, especially after the argument they had had over the sex issue. At the end of the tour she went back to the hotel and sat in the pool expecting him to turn up for dinner. He didn’t, she was too furious to do anything about it, however when by the next morning he wasn’t back she decided to get the police involved, they suggested he had gone to look for sex, especially when she told them about their argument the day before.

The officer assigned to the case was a beautiful girl by the name of Banjit, she didn’t look a day over 20 yet was already a sergeant, later on Faith would learn Banjit was actually 32!  Banjit interviewed Faith and took down all the details, they went back to the hotel and looked through Greg’s personal belongings, including his iPad. They  discussed her relationship with Greg and how well she really knew him. It slowly dawned on her that she didn’t really know him at all. Faith came from a very conservative background, a religious family for whom sex was a very personal and sacred matter, a serious thing between married couples, which is why she had never even contemplated any sex before marriage! It also explained why she had been horrified when Greg had once mentioned blow-jobs. Greg on the other hand seemed to be totally sexually liberated, his personal items included things Faith did not recognise but Banjit named as easily as if they were groceries, ‘Oh, I see he has a goodies bag where he keeps a cock-ring, nipple-clamps, Princess Plug, Tiger Balm, hand-cuffs, short leather paddle, butt-plug plus a few other things’. On his iPad they also found extreme sex videos including bondage and BDSM material. Banjit explained it was common for men with these tendencies to want to honeymoon in Thailand where they could hire locals to participate in these practices. Faith was overwhelmed, shocked and saddened all at once.

Her marriage to Greg had been the result of a whirlwind romance, she was on the rebound from a 5 year loving yet celibate relationship with a fellow University student, a Doctor with a brilliant résumé and a successful New York practice, their break-up had been painful and her friends had taken her on a week’s break to Ibiza, there during a barbecue on the beach the first night she had connected with Greg, he seemed exciting, interesting, funny and happy-go-lucky, everything that the Doctor was not, she spent the week with him, getting up to everything – except sleeping with him of course. When she got back to NY she lasted 3 days before calling him at his studios, he worked in the film industry he had told her. They got together and after 3 months were head over heels in love, when he proposed marriage she accepted no questions asked! She had never even set foot in his studios or his apartment!

Now in Thailand in the cold light of day reality seemed to rear its ugly head, she knew nothing of Greg except what he had wanted to tell her. He had always met her in restaurants or picked her up from her house. Banjit promised to find out more as this might help them find him. Faith did not want to just sit and wait and did not want to be alone in the hotel, Banjit said she was quite happy for Faith to stick with her, the two women had already formed a certain bond. They got in the blue police issue Honda and drove back to the station, there they sat in Banjit’s office and whilst Faith used the phone to make a few calls back to New York Banjit did some computer work, searching databases and Interpol files around the world. It transpired that Greg’s studio was a heavy porn set-up, sometimes producing films that bordered on the edge of legality, not all his models were above legal age! He also had a record for travelling to far-east countries in search of under-age prostitutes and being involved in heavy sex and drugs sessions often ending in arrests. In fact his name wasn’t even Greg Pope, it was Grigore Popescu and he was Romanian! A shock indeed. Faith also learned she was now immensely rich since his personal assets were well protected and kept well separate from his commercial concerns. After a call to her lawyer it transpired she was set to inherit well in excess of 25 million US dollars as well as a string of properties the world over.

At the end of the day they were no nearer to knowing where Greg might have ended up so after a quick meal of noodles they drove back to Banjit’s home, a small bungalow on the outskirts of Bangkok. Banjit offered her bedroom to Faith whilst she took to the sofa. Faith pulled off her jeans and wearing only her panties and T-shirt sat up in bed, she put on her buds and decided to watch a few of the videos on Greg’s iPad just to try to understand him better. One hour later and Faith was sitting on a very wet patch, her knickers completely soaked through, she had absolutely no idea people did what she had just seen on three short videos! Her nipples were hard as rocks and the more she watched the hotter she became. She had been brought up to think of sex as something sacred only to be done between a man and his wife, preferably in a darkened bedroom and for the express intention of creating children. She had also been given to believe it was evil and sinful for women to derive pleasure from sex! These videos were opening up a part of her she had never even known she had! The sight of two women pleasuring each other, one tied to the bed whilst the other used a whip on her nipples and pussy and then ate her out... that just made her drool and cream her panties even more! The sight of a girl barely 20 years old tied down whilst a man with a huge hard-on penetrated her arse (she had always been taught that that part of her body was strictly private and strictly for emptying her bowels!) caused her to moan and touch her nipples for the first time in her life. Faith was beginning to realise sex was far more than she had ever dreamed of. She carried on watching, this video showed a man tied spread-eagled on the bed, his cock rock hard whilst a young Asian girl, very much like a younger version of Banjit she noticed, alternated sucking his cock and pulling on a chain that was clamped to his nipples. The man groaned but was prevented from crying out because he seemed to be wearing some sort of gag. Faith watched as the girl took off the gag which was the shape of a short but fat cock, she then sat on the man’s face and wriggled on his face and urged him to eat her out, he must have been doing so for the girl moaned and groaned whilst at the same time she roughly handled the man’s cock. Faith found this incredibly hot and she frantically fingered her sopping wet pussy. She heard a noise and jumped up pulling her hand away. Banjit stood in the doorway looking at her with a smile on her face. She spoke,

‘That is a very old video, I was working undercover in your husband’s company trying to collect evidence to have him put away, I never got enough, what I did get was lots of good sex and lots of money. I was paid top dollar and the payments never failed to turn up 30 days after a video was shot, I could have become rich if I’d stayed in the company, but then my superiors pulled me out. Pity.’

Faith sat there open mouthed as Banjit walked seductively up to her whilst removing her blouse and letting it fall. Her small breasts needed no support, they were perky and had dark protruding nipples. She sat on the edge of the bed wearing only her skimpy panties. She smiled at Faith and leaned forwards kissing her tenderly on the lips. Faith melted and returned the kiss hungrily, passions she never knew she had exploded in her body, suddenly the two women were all over each other. The iPad was moved out of the way and Faith’s T-shirt roughly pulled off. Banjit pushed Faith down on the bed and was all over her, kissing her face, lips, eyes and ears. She moved down and gently kissed Faith’s nipples, she had never let any man do that to her let alone a woman. Banjit licked, sucked and gently bit both nipples alternately also fingering them roughly. Faith moaned and found herself tentatively touching Banjit’s breasts too. The Asian woman carried on biting and sucking Faith’s nips whilst her hand roamed down to her sopping wet panties, she grabbed Faith’s pussy over the panties and rubbed it roughly, Faith moaned and grabbed Banjit’s breasts harder, tweaking her nipples in response.

Faith and the Thai episode – Part 2

Surprisingly for this day and age Faith was still a virgin at the age of 30, her extremely conservative and over-zealous religious upbringing had almost guaranteed it and her time in University had been spent mostly with prayer groups and studying with like-minded students. Her relationship with the Doctor had been totally celibate since he too came from an ultra-religious family for whom virginity at the altar was paramount. She had no idea what passions could be unleashed when properly aroused but Banjit was rapidly making her aware of what she could be capable of.

The two women were entwined on the bed, the two pairs of panties somehow having ended up on the floor, Banjit licked and nibbled Faith’s nipples whilst her hands played with her pussy and buttocks. Faith lost herself to the emotions and pleasures she was being subjected to, she too returned the favour, clumsily touching and nibbling Banjit’s nipples, she was learning fast, her touches being guided by Banjit’s hands and moans. Faith was absolutely drenched as Banjit slowly and deliberately flicked her clitoris, it felt like electricity to Faith and she squealed. This only urged Banjit to repeat the gesture and to keep up a steady flick, like beating a tattoo on a drum. Faith shuddered and keened, this was almost unbearable to her! Her pussy was ready and eager for more and Banjit sensed this so with grim determination she pushed two fingers into Faith’s slick pussy. A few centimetres into the pussy Banjit felt resistance, she had never taken anyone’s virginity before so did not know this was Faith’s hymen. Banjit pulled back then pushed again, harder this time, whatever it was suddenly gave way just as Faith cried out and her fingers sank in to the knuckles.  Her fingers pistoned in and out of the engorged pussy as Faith’s cries became cries of pleasure and abandon. A third finger joined the first two as Banjit felt the hole opening up for her.

Faith was lost to her pleasure, she had never experienced this before but was eager to learn. She took her own hand and caressed Banjit’s pussy, against everything she had ever been taught she slowly penetrated the Asian girl’s pussy, God it felt good! She explored and discovered the nub that was Banjit’s clitoris, she rubbed it and flicked it at the same time as she pushed her fingers into the Asian pussy. The two women were moaning and groaning and the bed was awash with pussy juice.

Suddenly unexpectedly Faith felt a heat suffusing through her body, straight from her innermost soul. It seemed to start at her clit and made her toes curl, the build-up was inexorable and unstoppable. Banjit sensed this and increased the tempo, flicking on the clit and pistoning in and out of the pussy hole. Faith was not able to carry on her own fingering of Banjit as she threw her head back and let out a groan that seemed to come straight from the pit of her stomach. The pleasure built up and her body shook, sweat poured from every pore in her body and her nipples felt like two rocks, throbbing and pulsing. All of a sudden like an express train shooting out of a tunnel the orgasm hit her, the first of her 30 year long life! She felt like she was in free-fall, tumbling out of a plane at 10,000 feet. Banjit brought her back down to earth gently, her fingers were withdrawn gently and carefully. Banjit smothered her with kisses, face, eyes, ears, breasts and of course pussy. She then cuddled Faith and rocked her till she fell asleep. Faith had at last come of age.

Morning came and Faith awoke to find Banjit fast asleep still cuddled up with her. She remembered the epic episode the night before so she kissed Banjit gently all over her face, she owed this girl an orgasm. As Banjit stirred Faith kissed her nipples and bare stomach slowly making her way down to the pussy. Banjit opened her eyes, smiled just lay back letting the New Yorker return the favour. Faith kissed Banjit’s pussy and tried to flick her clit with her tongue, she was a bit clumsy at first but with practice comes perfection and with determination it comes even faster. Banjit had already been well primed the night before so needed little effort to get to a heightened state of arousal. Faith played the Asian’s clit with her tongue whilst she penetrated the pussy with two fingers. She pussy was well wet so her fingers had no difficulty pistoning in and out. It did not take very long for Banjit to start to shake and shudder as her impending orgasm rapidly approached. Faith now alternated between tongue fucking the pussy with licking and biting the clit. She heard a strange sound as Banjit made unintelligible noises, she started shaking uncontrollably and lifted her arse off the bed, this only made Faith more determined to make her cum. She reached up with her hands and grabbed Banjit’s breasts whilst at the same time nibbling and biting her clit, this took Banjit over the edge and she came with screams rising off the bed then flopping her head back with a last gasp.

Faith spoke, ‘Thank you for last night.’, Banjit smiled at her and replied,

‘I assure you the pleasure was mine, I never imagined I would ever take another woman’s virginity, it truly was a gift.’

The two women held each other and lay in each other’s arms for what seemed like ages, but they had a long day ahead. They got up and after breakfast drove back to the station. There more computer searches and more phone calls, nothing seemed to be working when in the late afternoon a male colleague knocked and walked into the office, he spoke to Banjit in Thai but his glances in Faith’s direction showed he was talking about the missing husband. Banjit spoke fast then ushered him out of the office. She looked at Faith and spoke in a quiet voice,

‘It seems this morning there was a raid on various drug addict hangouts and during a chase they ran into an abandoned shack, there they found the body of a Westerner, no ID on him but...’ The suggestion was obvious, Faith looked forlorn but Banjit gave her no time to waste, she grabbed her wrist and they ran down to the car, they drove out and towards the address the male officer had given her. It took almost an hour as they drove into the seedier parts of town where lean-tos and shacks formed the mainstay of the housing stock. At last they saw a marked police cruiser parked near a shack where other police milled in and out. Banjit and Faith got out and walked to the shack, there she spoke to the officer guarding the door and they walked in. The stench of death hit them, on the floor lay the decaying body of a white man, face distorted in a grimace of pain, naked except for a pair of women’s thong panties, his now limp cock poked out held in the grip of a cock ring tight around his balls. There was no mistake, this was Greg. Faith gave a cry and ran out of the room, the stench of death catching in her throat, she stood outside and emptied the contents of her stomach as she cried uncontrollably.

‘it’s not unusual Faith, it happens.’ Banjit stood beside Faith and held her gently as she sobbed, a tissue suddenly appeared and Faith wiped her mouth. The two women looked at each other.

‘What happens now?’ asked Faith. Benjit explained,

‘This is a police matter, the coroner has already been here and will perform a Post on the body tonight, I will be informed of the results. Normally in my country you would be the first suspect and would expect to be arrested pending an investigation, however I have spoken for you and you will remain free so long as you stay with me. I have made you my responsibility, I don’t expect you to let me down.’ Faith looked into Banjit’s eyes and in tears spoke softly.

‘Banjit, I promise you I had nothing to do with this, please find out the truth for me, as to your trust in me you can be assured I will not let you down.’ The women walked back to the car and drove slowly back to Banjit’s bungalow where Faith went straight to bed, Banjit let her sleep.

Banjit sat in her living room and waited for the phone call from her colleagues at the coroner’s lab, she whiled away the time watching Thai sit-coms till about midnight, she was about to turn in when the phone call came.

Greg’s death was the result of a heart attack, his blood tests showed a combination of Viagra, crack and cocaine each in high enough doses to kill in isolation let alone in combination. Her contacts also let her know that whilst the PM was being carried out the police had been investigating and they had evidence that Greg had been seen using a local low-life whore house where drug addicts and the like hung out, they had raided the place where again they found proof Greg had been a regular there for the past 10 years at least. This was no accident or the result of an isolated incident. Now Banjit had the unenviable task of breaking the news to her new friend – or should that be ‘lover’?

Faith and the Thai episode – Part 3

Faith woke up alone, she looked at her watch and saw it was 3am, she wondered where Banjit was and whether she had heard any news, she thought of the night before and tears welled up, she sobbed but decided the time for crying was over, she had a life to get on with, a dead husband to bury and a mystery to solve. She also had a lot of sex to catch up with now that she knew what she had been missing!

She got out of bed and clad only in her panties and a T-shirt she walked into the living room, there was nobody there, where had Banjit gone?  It was a small bungalow consisting of 1 bedroom, 1 living room, kitchen and a bathroom all of which Faith walked through. Banjit had to have left since there was nowhere to go to in the house. However Faith found the front door locked from the inside, the mystery deepened. She could swear she could hear grunts and cries, also cracks as of horses being whipped in a race. The sounds were faint and seemingly in the distance, where could they be coming from? Faith sat on the sofa lost in thought, she got up to turn on the TV when she noticed something that had escaped her before, there was a tapestry hanging on the wall beside the TV, she could swear the sounds came from the tapestry, she stood up, pulled it aside and saw it hid a door. She placed her ear to the door and definitely she could hear moans groans and other noises from behind the door.

Faith turned the handle and the door opened noiselessly outward, it led to a staircase descending into a cellar. The sounds were quite loud now, a man’s groans and moans, the crack of a whip and... Banjit’s voice barking at the man. She slowly descended and when she was half way down only the man could be heard, she turned the last corner and thought she had descended into hell. A medieval dungeon opened up before her, whips and chains hung from the walls, rings and bars were fixed to the walls and in the centre of the room a metal frame bed where a man lay tied spread-eagled, his cock in tight bondage and clamps on his nipples, he showed obvious signs of a very recent whipping, welts very fresh on his belly and thighs. Faith recognised the setting as the one in the video she had watched where she had seen a very young Banjit, who was no-where to be seen.

‘Faith, my friend, I wanted to talk about this before but I didn’t get a chance, events overtook us.’ Banjit walked in from a doorway in the corner, she looked fabulous, tight leather cat-suit zipped open half way down her chest, 6 inch stiletto heeled ankle boots, hair tightly tied back and long leather gloves. ‘You see Faith, after I was pulled out from my undercover job in Greg’s company I realised how much I loved the lifestyle so never fully left it, the video you saw with me in it was filmed here in this dungeon, this bungalow was originally the firm’s but I got it as part payment for my silence in the police case. When Greg turned up in Bangkok I was surprised, he had too many enemies here, and then you reported him missing. I made it a point to involve myself in the case, little did I know I would fall head-over-heels in love with you, you are a sex-bomb, an untapped cave of wonders. You have so much to learn and I have so much to teach you!’

Faith looked at Banjit with new eyes, was it shock? Horror? Disgust? No, it was admiration and desire, Faith wanted to be the one tied down and be whipped, she wanted to feel the ropes on her wrists, her ankles, she wanted to be filled up by more than three fingers! Now where did that desire come from Faith asked herself? All these were things she had seen in Greg’s videos on his iPad. She wanted to live out all his filmed fantasies. She had to watch more and learn more, she realised also had a great teacher in Banjit.

‘Banjit, I would be honoured if you would teach me how to submit, how to take cock in my every hole, to be a slut, to enjoy sex in every way possible. I want you to tie me, chain me, whip me, fuck me, have me be used and abused by men like I have seen in Greg’s videos! Please be my teacher.’

Banjit walked over to Faith and took her by the hand, she walked her over to the man on the bed and stood her beside the man, she bent her forward at the waist and guided her mouth to the man’s erect cock pushing her mouth around it.

‘Pretend you are eating an ice cream Faith, lick his cock-head, swirl your tongue, suck slowly, poke your tongue into its little eye, tighten your lips around it and bob your head, and no matter what I do to you don’t stop! You will regret it if you stop.’

Faith closed her eyes and started following instructions, at first she gagged a bit but forced herself to overcome it, she sucked and licked and poked and bobbed, when out of the blue she heard a loud ‘Crack!’, the pain hit her about 3 seconds later, her arse exploded in pain, she stopped the sucking to look back when a second stroke hit her arse again and she heard Banjit shout,

‘Don’t you even think about stopping slut! I told you to give him a blow-job and that you would regret it if you stopped, so if you don’t want to regret it don’t stop!’ Faith went back to her sucking whilst Banjit kept the blows raining down on her arse, her tears streamed down her face when suddenly the man’s cock started to tremble, never having given a blow-job Faith had no idea what this meant so she just kept on, all of a sudden her mouth was being pumped full of thick acrid semen, her face was held tight over the cock by Banjit’s hand and all she heard was Banjit ordering her to swallow ‘every single drop!’ which she obediently did.

Banjit stood her up straight, turned her around and gave her the most passionate of kisses, she spoke in the soft tones of the night before,

‘Faith, my beautiful little butterfly, you have done very well, you will be an excellent pupil and it will be a pleasure to teach you, but now a little reward.’

The two women, one short, Asian and beautiful, the other tall, Westerner and just as beautiful moved to the end of the dungeon and through the dark doorway in the corner.  This was Banjit’s private escape, a very well appointed boudoir, a huge four poster bed, a wardrobe with all manner of exotic clothes, soft leather floggers, silk ropes all lying around the room. Banjit led Faith to the bed and stripped her down before laying her on the bed, she kissed Faith tenderly on the neck and face, Faith lay back with a smile on her face. Banjit took Faith’s nipples in her mouth, sucking and biting gently, she paused long enough to pull Faith’s arms up above her head. Banjit tied her hands to the headboard which had hidden rings, ropes and straps all over. Faith kicked out in surprise but Banjit quickly restrained her legs with a couple of hidden straps. Now she had Faith where she wanted. Faith tested the restraints and found she was well and truly bound to the bed. Banjit bit harder on Faith’s nipples pulling them away from her body, Faith squealed with a combination of surprise and pain. Banjit stopped and taking something from the bedside table spoke,

‘That hurts my little butterfly? You want your friend Banjit to stop? Well, I am afraid she’s not here now, she has been replaced by Mistress B who doesn’t want to stop!’ saying this she reached up with a penis gag she had in her hands, Faith’s eyes opened wide in horror and shock as Banjit forced the gag into her mouth and strapped it tight. Banjit then took a pair of clamps and placed them on Faith’s nipples tightening them only a few turns. A chain linked the clamps and Banjit pulled it away from Faith’s body playfully as Faith squealed and screamed into the gag. Banjit used a remote control and a whirr was heard as a hook hanging from the end of a chain descended from the ceiling, she stopped it a little way from the bed and hooked it to the chain linked to the nipple clamps, she then backed up the hook a few centimetres so as to tauten the smaller chain. Faith’s back arched as she tried to rise up from the bed to ease the pressure on her nipples, but Banjit had restrained her well. Faith’s body stayed taut in that arched position whilst Banjit smiled and turned away. Faith panicked but Banjit had only gone to get something from a sideboard, something she had never seen at all.

Banjit walked back towards the bed carrying a short flogger in her hand, it had dozens of thin red leather tails and a black and red plaited handle. She stopped beside the bed and lay the tails on Faith’s chest dragging them slowly down the body all the way to her trimmed pussy.

Faith and the Thai episode – Part 4

Faith shuddered as she felt the thin leather dragging down her hyper-sensitive body, she was very tense and this alone made her tremble with excitement and desire. Banjit raised the flogger and lower the tails onto Faith’s pussy, she gently dangled it and moved it around causing the pussy to ooze juice, it was glistening and looked honey-glazed. Faith craned her neck to look down and saw Banjit’s beautiful body playing the flogger on her eager pussy, she had never felt this before – oh, she had certainly had an aroused and wet pussy before, she had also desired sexual pleasure but her upbringing had always managed to get her to force these thoughts out of her mind, nothing a cold shower couldn’t calm down! But this, this was out of this world, it made her desire more with every pore in her body, she wanted this, and wanted it badly!

Never in her life had Faith imagined she would desire being touched by another woman as she now was, she had also never even remotely imagined she would one day lie tied to a bed with the prospect of being whipped looming closer every minute for it quickly dawned on her that this was Banjit’s plan at the moment. Banjit however carried on playing the flogger up and down Faith’s body, round and round her breasts and pussy. Faith trembled with yearning, wondering when the next stage would come. She’d had her eyes closed for a while now, unable to watch the movement of the flogger on her body. Suddenly it stopped, the clamps were removed from her nipples and she flopped back on the bed. Her eyes shot open.

She hoped this wouldn’t end there, and she was not disappointed. Banjit slowly raised the flogger and brought it down sharply on Faith’s left breast, this caused her to let out a muffled cry which was only a prelude to what was to come. Banjit repeated the action on the right breast and kept it up repeatedly – left, right, left, right on and on in a slow and steady rhythm. Faith’ cries raised in pitch and volume but the gag prevented them from being excessive, in any case the dungeon was well sound-proofed and nothing could be heard from outside the bungalow. The breasts were getting increasingly pink and the nipples engorged, just as Banjit wanted. She stopped with them and now used to flogger all the way down Faith’s front till she got to her pussy. The flogger came down on the pussy itself, first lightly but increasingly harder and faster, there was nothing she could do but bear it.

Suddenly it all stopped, Faith heaved on the bed as Banjit removed the gag and kissed her passionately. She removed the bindings from Faith’s hands and feet and joined her on the bed, the lovers intertwined, their hands roaming over each other’s bodies. Banjit slowly lost all her clothing as the newly discovered sex bomb beside her explored the Asian’s nubile body. Faith explored gently eating and sucking on Banjit’s nipples whilst the other girl inserted her fingers into Faith’s eager and expectant pussy. The wetness was incredible, it seemed like Faith had started to release the pent-up fluids from all those years of deprivation and celibacy!

Banjit kissed Faith’s body all the way down and then slowly turned herself around so that her head was over Faith’s pussy whilst her own pussy was above Faith’s head. Gently she lowered herself onto Faith’s face whilst herself carefully starting to lick and nibble Faith’s intimate parts. The New Yorker needed no instructions here, it was quite obvious what was required. She started kissing and nibbling the Asian’s pussy and clit whilst experiencing feelings and sensations that were out of this world. Banjit’s tongue and lips were joined by her fingers exploring Faith’s pussy, she in turn did the same and the two girls kept this up for quite a while. The bed was absolutely drenched and Banjit sensed Faith was getting near her breaking point. It was time to up the ante.

Banjit got up off the bed and whispered to Faith to stay put. She walked to the corner and fumbled with something, then she turned round, Banjit was now sporting a splendid 8 inch strap-on. A thick black rubber cock, complete with veins and upward curve poked out of a tight leather harness Banjit now wore. As she walked towards Faith she was slowly smearing it with lube, smearing it all over. Faith gasped in shock, would she be able to accommodate that? It looked massive to her! As Banjit stood beside the bed she took Faith’s hand and placed it on the cock, she wrapped her fingers around it and stroked it up and down so that Faith could feel it’s girth, gauge it’s length.

Faith spoke softly, ‘Banjit, I am afraid, I’ve never had anything in my pussy, only your fingers yesterday. I don’t know if I can take something as long and as thick as this.’

Banjit looked down and spoke sternly, ‘Faith, you can and you will! It is not Banjit who asks but Mistress B who demands!’ with this Banjit climbed on the bed and straddled Faith, she pushed her legs apart and holding her under the knees pulled her nearer. The thick black dildo nudged Faith’s labia and slowly Banjit rubbed it up and down at the entrance causing pussy honey to slowly ooze out and start to run down. Slowly, deliberately and ever so inexorably Banjit pushed the silicone cock into Faith’s hungry hole. Faith moaned and groaned as this went on, she grunted at every push as she was helpless to stop it invading her body. The space was tight but Faith was wet, very wet.

After a while and with much grunting, pushing and moaning Banjit had the whole of the cock inside Faith’s pussy. She stopped to catch her breath whilst letting Faith gather her strength too, imperceptibly Banjit pulled the cock out an inch, then pushed it back in again, out an inch and a half, back in again. Banjit pulled out slowly, pushing in slowly, building up speed and intensity. Faith made high pitched noises underneath her, squealing in time with the pushes. Banjit pulled back on Faith’s knees forcing the cock deeper in her pussy then pulled it almost completely out, then rammed it in again, over and over. The squelching sounds evidence of how wet Faith was.

Banjit let go of Faith’s knees and went down on top of her, she kissed her fully on the mouth whilst pounding the strap-on fast and furiously into Faith’s pussy. Faith scratched Banjit’s back and returned the kisses with the same fervour. Banjit bit on Faith’s lower lip and pulled, turned her face and bit her earlobe pulling it away from her body. She could feel Faith’s pussy begin to tremble underneath her and wanted the American to have something to treasure. Banjit stopped pumping the cock and sat back up again, she stayed still for a few moments whilst Faith begged her to continue, to finish the job she had begun. Banjit smiled inwardly as she leaned forwards slightly and placed her hands on Faith’s breasts, she caressed them and played lightly with the nipples, tweaking them lightly, flicking them and scratching them with her long nails.

Faith’s moans increased in pitch and intensity and Banjit too felt herself getting near bursting point. She pinched Faith’s nipples between thumb and forefinger and as she gave them a cruel twist this way and that she pumped the huge black dildo fast in and out of her pussy. Faith scream and Banjit let go of the right nipple long enough to deliver a resounding slap on the face to the American.

‘One more scream out of you and I will gag you and tie you so tight you won’t even be able to wiggle your toes!’

Banjit retook the nipple and continued the torture, she alternated the twisting with pulling them away from Faith’s body. The dildo was flying in and out of the pussy and Banjit drove Faith closer and closer to her unavoidable orgasm.

It was not sudden and it was not unexpected, on the contrary, both girls could feel it coming as it rose like an incoming wave, gathering strength and momentum, inexorably mounting higher and higher. Faith felt the orgasm starting deep in her stomach, a rumble deep inside her, a tremble that shook her very insides. The warmth crept down to her bowels, slowly making its way to her pussy where in a matter of seconds the wave broke over her, wave after wave of pleasure washed over her and she could not help screaming and shouting out Banjit’s name.

Banjit let out a scream as she too came, she flopped forwards on to Faith’s body and kissed her passionately, they cuddled and looked each other in the face. This was to be the start of something good.

Faith and the Thai episode – Part 5

Faith woke up and saw she was alone in the boudoir, she got up and walked quietly out of the room, the dungeon was empty and there was silence all around. She climbed the stairs back to the main floor and into Banjit’s normal bedroom where she lay sleeping alone. There was a faint glow of daylight and Faith picked up her watch to see it was nearing six-thirty in the morning. She turned round when Banjit’s voice interrupted her,

‘My little butterfly has awoken from her slumber, let’s make some coffee and talk,’ with that Banjit joined Faith giving her a T-shirt to put on. Both girl padded into the kitchen where they busied themselves making a pot of coffee. They sat at the kitchen counter with their mugs and slowly over the next hour or so they told their life stories so far.

Faith, born Faith Constance Griffith, came from a very conservative, very religious Catholic family, she had two older brothers, Robert Francis and John Fitzgerald, both lawyers in a prestigious Manhattan firm, and a younger sister, Rose Elizabeth, who had joined an order and was doing missionary work in Peru, at the moment she was living in Cusco up high in the mountains near Macchu Picchu. The family were quite obviously fans of the Kennedy clan! Her father was a retired police Captain in the NYPD whilst her mother still continued her work as a piano teacher in a very exclusive Catholic School run by nuns. Faith herself had been born in the Upper East-side and had been baptised in the Church of Saint Ignatius of Loyola, a church she often frequented and remembered proudly since it had been where the funeral of the late Jacqueline Kennedy had been celebrated.

Faith herself had been educated in the same school her mother worked in and had been subjected to the nuns’ strict regime, she was no stranger to the paddle, cane and leather belt having suffered all three as well as countless over-the-knee hand-spankings during her school years, the nuns were strict and Faith had been a lively fun-loving girl getting into trouble often even though she was academically a high achiever. She had entered the school at the tender age of five and left at eighteen to go to Harvard for which she had earned a top place. Her college years had been ones of hard work, often studying late into the night. There had been boys yes, but always good Catholic boys who respected her wishes to remain pure, boys who would go with her to Sunday mass in the Memorial Church. Other boys had kept well away having recognised her type as soon as they saw her conservative dress sense and mass attendance.

Near the end of her time in Harvard she had met a charming boy, Robert. He was from a well-heeled family in Boston and was studying medicine, they dated a few times but both felt the timing was wrong, she did not want to spoil his chances in his chosen career and he did not want her to have to share his late nights of hard work as an intern. They broke up before the relationship had even started. However fate being what it is four years after Faith went to a workmate’s wedding and there met Robert again. He now worked in his father’s more than successful practice and proposed they date again. Faith was over the moon and accepted. It was a romantic-novel relationship, dinners in top restaurants, walks in the park, kisses under the moon... and that was it. No fumbling under sweaters, no back row in the cinema, no lover’s lane in the car. No sex of any form shape or size... and it worked... or so it seemed.

This carried on for five years, fun-seeking Faith and serious hardworking Robert. Too serious and too hardworking, their relationship was destined not to last, the last six months had been hell, argument and after argument. Faith loved Robert with all her heart and soul but wanted a bit more fun, more hot-dogs in the park instead of Filet Mignon in the Waldorf-Astoria, more just more. Robert just wanted a pretty face and a well dressed body to show off beside him. Faith’s friends kept telling her but she was too stubborn to drop him – then one day the unexpected happened, Robert broke up with her, by email, he had ran away to Mexico with his medical nurse, a busty twenty year old blonde. Faith was heartbroken and hurt, Robert’s parents blamed her of course, they told her she just hadn’t shown their son enough love. Her head teacher booked her for a session with a counsellor who gave her a month of work for ‘anxiety and depression’, she reckoned she needed it. She spent the night’s crying herself to sleep and the days just going through the motions of living. Then her friends decided enough was enough. They booked a week in Ibiza for them all and off they went practically having to drag Faith onto the aeroplane. There she met Greg and the rest, as they say, is history.... except for a few details Faith might reveal later.

Banjit was mesmerised by this story, she had been holding Faith’s hand throughout and tears trickled down her face, she held her close and kissed her face tenderly, murmuring soft sounds to her. Faith held on to Banjit tightly, she thanked her for her support and asked to know a bit about her too.

Banjit, born Banjit Wattanamontree, had been abandoned on the steps of the local police station in one of the villages of Phuket Province, wrapped in an old blanket and placed in a cardboard box together with a paper with her name and date of birth. An old policeman, one Sarawut Yamnam,  had found her as he went off duty one morning. His wife Sudarat and he had never had children of their own and the local authorities being rather thin on the ground and very lax in this part of Thailand, he picked up the baby and took her home. The couple explained the child as being a niece they had been left to bring up, a birth certificate was not hard to come by, a uniform can obtain almost anything in this part of the world. They brought her up as their own, showering her with love and attention – and strict discipline. Banjit needed discipline, she had a tendency to be wayward and needed a firm hand. At the age of five she was caught pilfering from the vegetable stalls in the market, it was easily forgiven – until she had done it five times in a week and included not only taking the fruit but also the change from the money drawers. The stall keeper who caught her had dragged her to home where Sudarat heard the story and took Banjit in by the ear. She hauled her inside and sat down on the kitchen chair putting Banjit over her knees. Pulling her thin dress up she hand-spanked the little girl on her panties. Banjit wailed and cried but Sudarat carried on regardless until she was satisfied. The little girl was then hugged and comforted by the old lady who softly told her good girls never steal.

Unfortunately Banjit was inclined to be a crook; stalls, shops, shiny jewellery, whatever took her fancy she took. Every time Sudarat found out she was soundly spanked, by the time she turned ten they had moved on to the leather belt and strap. This made little difference, the old couple found it difficult to cope and both Sudarat and Sarawut were finding it hard to wield the strap effectively. Sarawut made a few inquiries from his contacts in the police and at the end of Banjit’s eleventh summer she was packed off to a strict Catholic school run by nuns. Faith smiled at this, the girls were so different yet in some things so alike.

Banjit’s life in the school was a struggle for her, she was not used to being kept to such strict rules and would have preferred to be running in the streets playing with other street urchins stealing fruit than being forced to study. She was often in trouble, on the receiving end of a leather strap or rattan cane. Her buttocks almost constantly carried the marks of a severe beating and she came to almost miss it when a day passed without at least a stroke of the strap on her hands.

Then at the age of sixteen a policewoman came to the school and gave the older girls a talk. Banjit was the only one who sat in complete silence through the talk. She spent the next two years working hard on her Maths, Thai and English. The spankings continued of course since she still kept up her escapades and cheek but her academic work improved a thousand-fold.

She finished school at the age of eighteen and then applied to join the Royal Thai Police. She passed the entrance exams, the physical and the psychological tests. One of her teachers coached her for her interview and she sailed confidently through it. She spent the next two months helping Sudarat around the house during the day and going out with friends during the nights. She behaved and kept well out of trouble.

She received an official letter three days before the end of the two months. She had been accepted! The bad news was she would have to attend police school in Bangkok and then be assigned a unit at the end of her training period. Sarawut and Sudarat felt very proud when their daughter, Banjit Watt (this is what she now wanted to be called) went off in uniform to catch the flight to Bangkok.

After her six months training she was assigned to a Bangkok unit where she quickly became top recruit. Her guile and knowledge of the underworld helped her in her success, she worked well and made lance-corporal by the time she was twenty, by twenty-two she was corporal and sergeant by twenty-five. She worked hard and played hard, enjoying her nights as Faith now knew. More of this would be revealed by Banjit in coming days.

Banjit tearfully told Faith how Sarawut had died only last year and Sudarat was in an old people’s home back in Phuket. The two girls embraced whilst shedding tears. They would still have loads more to tell each other in days to come.

Faith and the Thai episode – Part 6

It was now nearing eight o’clock and the two lovers needed to get back to the station. Faith only had last night’s clothes her cases still being at the hotel, but unfortunately Banjit was too petite for any of her normal clothes to fit her. The only things Faith was able to borrow were a g-string (a bit tight and only just covering her pubes!) and a kaftan, this was just the right length for Banjit but on Faith reached to just below her buttocks, she’d have to be careful not to bend over too fast! She decided to skip last night’s bra which was a bit grubby and prayed her pert breasts behaved. Banjit put on her uniform and they got into the car.

The drive to the station took an hour and was very interesting for Faith, she was being treated to a view of Bangkok few tourists ever got to see. At a set of lights a macho man in the car next to them noticed she had no bra so started to come on to her, Banjit scowled at him and took the opportunity to grab Faith’s breast as if to show it was hers. He relented. Faith was about to say something to Banjit when she moved her hand down her pussy and rubbed it through the kaftan and underwear. Faith blushed, it was broad daylight yet Banjit carried on the rubbing and fondling all the way!

They got to the station and Faith’s borrowed g-string was soaked through, she was sure her kaftan also had a wet patch but had no chance to say anything as Banjit dragged her into the station and up to her office. She was certain everyone was staring at her back. Banjit closed the door and locked it as soon as they were in and turned Faith to face her, she kissed her with intensity, biting her lower lip and pulling it away from her body. Faith returned the kiss and the two girls became one writhing mass. Banjit grabbed Faith’s breasts over the kaftan and kneaded them, she wanted to play with them in the flesh but decided they would have plenty of time later. She made one comment,

‘Tonight we trim and shave this, I want only a very thin landing strip of stubble.’ Faith nodded seriously as Banjit unlocked the office door. A few calls later and she had established the Criminal Investigation branch had a witness who had seen a black van by the shack where Greg’s body had been found. They had the van’s number and it had been traced to a drug-dealer in downtown Bangkok. He was now in police custody and was being interviewed (read ‘interrogated’). Whilst this was being done Banjit phoned Faith’s hotel and arranged for her luggage to be sent to the station, she then checked her lover out and closed the room account. Faith sat in the corner and gazed into infinity, she was lost in thought, no idea what would happen now. A phone rang and Banjit spoke in Thai, almost barking down the handset. She thanked the caller and hung up turning to face Faith.

‘Faith, the man we have in the cells has confessed to having deliberately injected your husband with a lethal cocktail of Viagra and cocaine then gave him crack. Greg was apparently tied to a rack when this guy stormed in, he had a personal matter to settle with him and had heard of his whereabouts. Greg owed him money from the hire of under-age prostitutes for his films and kept avoiding him. The guy wasn’t satisfied with Greg’s replies so he injected the drugs as a scare but accidentally used too much, matters weren’t helped when this guy lit a crack pipe and made Greg inhale. He had a seizure and died there on the rack so together with the whore he had been with they carried Greg’s body out to the black van we traced, they drove him downtown and dumped him in the shack.’ Faith listened intently, sad but also glad the truth had come out, she had been proved innocent and now wanted to get away and back to New York, but what about Banjit? The Asian had been speaking but Faith had not heard a word.

‘Faith! Do you understand what I’ve said? You are cleared of all suspicion and Greg’s body is being released by the coroner this afternoon, we need to make arrangements, you can have it shipped or flown back to the States or you could bury him here, alternatively you can have him cremated and just fly with the ashes, it’s your choice.’ Faith was mesmerized, she did not want to go anywhere near the body of her perverted husband but knew she couldn’t just leave him here, he had family. She made a quick decision,

‘Banjit, I want Greg cremated as soon as possible, I will take the ashes back to the US with me.’ Banjit nodded in approval,

‘I will arrange it!’ saying this she made a phone call and after a while hung up, ‘the cremation will be in five days time, nothing is available sooner,’

Faith got up and smiled at Banjit, she broke into uncontrollable tears, she heaved as she sobbed and Banjit ran round her desk to hold her tight and rock her gently. She cried and cried making unintelligible noises as she tried to speak through the tears. Banjit held her in her arms until she eventually stopped. Banjit sat her down and again used her phone, she spoke rapidly into the handset then hung up and made another quick call. Finally she got up and spoke to Faith,

‘I’ve taken the week off, I’ll be with you till after the cremation, that is, if you want me to.’ Faith’s face lit up, she beamed and ran into Banjit’s arms.

‘Thank you, thank you, thank you! I love you so so much my most lovable angel! How can I ever repay you!’ she held on to Banjit tight until the other girl peeled her off.

‘Oh, have no fear, there will be many ways you will repay me before you leave Bangkok my little butterfly.’ With this Banjit took hold of Faith’s hand and they walked out of the office and out of the station. All eyes were on the couple as they walked hand in hand, they climbed into the car and drove off.

One of Banjit’s phone calls had arranged to have Faith’s luggage delivered to her bungalow instead of the police station, there it was waiting for them when they arrived. The girls dragged in both cases, Faith opened them and spent the next hour sorting out her clothes from Greg’s, his all went into a bin liner – to dump, hers all went into an empty closet Banjit had offered her. Banjit kept her distance as this was happening, she felt Faith needed her space. She whiled away the time making a few discreet calls.

When Faith was done it was already late afternoon, she walked into the living room and sat next to Banjit on the sofa. she leaned forward and kissed her lightly, Banjit returned the kiss and her hands started to roam over Faith’s body, she pulled the kaftan off her friend’s body whilst she removed the T-shirt she was wearing, both of them sat there in their underwear, Faith with her borrowed g-string, Banjit with a thong. Both girls were proud of their breasts, Faith had a firm pair of 36 inch ‘C’ cups which stood proudly out considering their size whilst Banjit had breasts more typical of her country sporting a perky pair of 34 inch ‘A’ cups. Faith’s nipples were dark purple and thick as the tip of her little finger, they sat on a pair of dark areola almost two inches in diameter. Banjit’s on the other hand were a delicate pink, like pencil erasers, her areola only an inch across. they stopped and looked at each other intently, it was really the first time they were able to look at themselves in daylight and they liked what they saw. Banjit caressed Faith’s breasts gently, tracing her fingers over every inch of the golden orbs. She dragged her nails in circles around the areola never quite hitting them yet never quite missing them either, each time closer and closer to the nipples. Almost imperceptibly her nails scratched the base first of one nipple, then the other, then the nails floated over the nipples themselves – Faith shuddered, it was like electricity, she had not seen the nails touching her nipples yet a ripple had raced straight through each breast!

Banjit kept up the onslaught on Faith’s beautiful breasts, the scratching of the nipples got more frequent and harder, more insistent. Then came the pinching, the tweaking, the pulling. Faith first moaned, then groaned, then cried out in pain and pleasure. Banjit got up and beckoned for Faith to follow. They went down to the dungeon and into the boudoir, both girls took off their panties and climbed on the bed. Banjit continued playing with her lover’s breasts and nipples as Faith squirmed and vocalised. Banjit stopped, then taking Faith’s arms pulled them towards the corners of the bed securing them there with Velcro restraints, she did the same with the ankles, Faith would not be leaving the bed unless Banjit let her.

Banjit walked off and Faith heard water running and the clatter of metal, her Asian friend came back carrying a small bowl and other things. Banjit spoke,

‘My butterfly is now going to lose most of her pussy hair, I want this little hole to be kept trim and almost hairless, as a tribute to me and as a way of ensuring we both get the maximum pleasure.’ As she spoke she picked up an electric trimmer and set it on 2mm, she ran it over Faith’s pussy until it was even all over. Next she used a washcloth to wet the whole of the hairy pussy with warm water, she built up a lather with an old-fashioned shaving brush then worked the lather onto every bit of hair. Slowly and carefully Banjit shaved Faith’s pussy bit by bit, she worked her way towards the pussy slit taking care not to remove everything. She left a thin strip just above the labia, a ‘landing strip’ as Faith had heard her friends call that style of bikini-line shaving. When she was done Banjit used the washcloth to remove all traces of lather and hairs then rubbed moisturizing Aloe Vera gel well into every inch of shaved flesh.

Faith and the Thai episode – Part 7

The exercise had caused all sorts of strange sensations to run though her, she could swear she had felt a trickle of juice ooze out of her hole and her clit to rise to attention. She didn’t know whether she wanted Banjit to stop and allow her to calm down or to continue and build her up into a frenzy like last night. She was about to speak when he felt a kiss on her pussy, then another and another. Banjit used her tongue on the freshly shaved pussy playing with the labia and clit, she stopped only long enough to untie her and turn her onto her front, she re-buckled her to the bed and carried on eating her out occasionally using her fingers to rub her labia, pussy and asshole. All of a sudden she stopped. Faith managed to get some words out,

‘Noooo! Don’t stop! Eat me out, give me pleasure, please I need it now!’ She shook her head in despair as Banjit just stood there watching. She brought up a ball-gag and forced it into Faith’s mouth buckling it tight behind her head. Faith strained against her bonds but they held fast. Banjit spoke sternly,

‘My little butterfly! All this shouting and demanding! I think it’s been too long since you left the strict controls of the nuns, you need guidance, control and discipline. Especially discipline. I will have to see to that!’ with that Banjit walked away and into the main dungeon. Faith carried on struggling and making noises behind the gag. Banjit could be heard moving around and opening cupboards next door, after a few minutes she came back, Faith managed to turn her head and her blood ran cold. In one hand Banjit was carrying a leather tawse, two feet in length with a split down the bottom ten inches, in the other hand she carried a leather paddle. She left the tawse on the sideboard by the wall then walked up to Faith.

Banjit raised the paddle and brought it down on Faith’s left buttock, not too soft and not too hard, Faith gave a low grunt. She did the same on her right buttock. Banjit kept this up for a long while, medium swats on alternate buttocks. Splat… splat… splat… on and on. Faith’s grunts got louder and louder, as far as the gag would allow, she raised her head and shook it desperately but to no avail. The swats continued and the ass took on a pink hue, darker and darker by the minute… after what seemed forever it stopped. Banjit dragged her nails over the now red buttocks, she lay her palm on the left one and felt the heat radiating. She gave Faith a resounding slap on the right cheek and she squealed through the gag. Things were going well thought the Asian girl, time to move on a bit.

Banjit placed the paddle on the sideboard and picked up the tawse, she spoke,

‘Faith, you probably haven’t had the tawse used on your ass since you were in school and indeed you may have forgotten how it feels, but I will re-acquaint you with it. You have just had a leather paddle applied lightly to your behind for only fifteen minutes. You were tied and gagged and yet you squirmed and tried to scream and shout. Now I will untie you and remove the gag, then I will give you twenty strokes with the tawse, ten per buttocks, if you take them well, no struggling, no trying to stop me and no crying out, then I will reward you, take them badly and you will regret it.’

Faith nodded frantically as tears welled in her eyes. She wanted this to end, she wanted to be in Banjit’s arms, kissing and fondling her... or did she? The more she thought about it and the longer Banjit took before continuing the more Faith realised she didn’t want it to end, she felt her pussy very wet, her nipples throbbing and her skin tingling, she needed to feel the tawse – she felt alive like never before. The paddle had stirred old memories...

A twelve-year old Faith sneaking out of her dormitory in Saint Brigid’s, creeping along the corridors on her way to meet her friend Annie, together they were going to share chocolates Annie had received from her mother. She walked down the steps to Annie’s floor and wondered why she had not yet met up with her, the girl must have got the time wrong! Faith went right down to Annie’s dormitory and quietly opened the door, it was pitch black! Faith crept along to Annie’s bed, the silly girl was fast asleep! Faith walked angrily up to her and was about to shake her awake when the dorm lights suddenly lit up! Faith saw Annie was not on the bed, it was a bunched up pillow! She heard a stern voice calling her name, slowly she turned round, there stood Sister Mary Agnes and Sister Mary Kildare, poor Annie stood between them, her face a mask of terror. The other girls in the dorm were all sitting up in bed, their faces eyes down their mouths tightly shut.

Annie and her had been marched to the Sisters’ study where they were made to remove their nightdresses and panties and lean against the desk. The Sisters had each taken a leather paddle and laid it on the girls’ asses. They cried out in pain, their tears rolling down their cheeks, they screamed and hollered but the nuns kept on beating the girls, their asses burned and felt like they were on fire. The nuns kept this up until the girls’ asses were a deep purple and they found it hard to stand still, they were begging and pleading for the punishment to stop, finally it did. Sister Mary Agnes spoke,

‘Faith and Annie, you girls know you are never ever to leave the dorms after lights out! It is a dangerous habit and always earns a spanking. Faith, you have been caught doing it a few times before and earned hand-spankings over my knee or Sister Mary Isobel’s knee. For you Annie this is your first offence, not that it makes any difference, it still earns a spanking. However, this was until last July when you were still juniors, now you are twelve and seniors, any spankings from now on will be carried out with the paddle, the tawse, the cane and for very difficult girls, the crop. Punishments will be severe, they will hurt for many days, your parents will be informed and they may instruct us to increase or repeat the punishment, which we will do with pleasure. Tonight you have been introduced to the medium leather paddle, you will both present yourselves to Mother Superior’s office tomorrow at nine in the morning where she will introduce you to the cane. You will receive six strokes each which is standard for leaving the dorms after dark,’ the girls cried inconsolably knowing tonight was only the start. Faith touched her throbbing arse, it hurt like hell... but at the same time she felt a faint tingle between her legs.

Banjit laid the tawse on Faith’s rear and dragged it slowly across both buttocks, she raised it up and behind her shoulder, held it there for a moment... then brought it down sharply on Faith’s left buttock. Faith gritted her teeth and held tightly on to the pillow as Banjit kept hitting her with the tawse on alternate buttocks. Faith scrunched up her eyes but the tears flowed freely, yet Faith kept her posture. She did not even realise the beating was over so intent had she been on behaving well but over it was. Her ass throbbed with pain, it felt massive and Faith could not even imagine what it looked like.

She felt butterfly kisses all over her ass, Banjit kissed her tenderly everywhere her tawse had visited making Faith feel loved. Her lips were replaced with fingers coated with soothing Aloe, the gel was spread all over her buttocks and crack and slowly worked into her tortured flesh. The Asian’s fingers furtively darted into Faith’s holes, at first imperceptibly but then more and more intrusively. Faith’s clit was not ignored either, it too received a visit from those nimble fingers, flicking the engorged bundle of nerve endings. Faith moaned and groaned and gave the occasional yelp and shriek of pleasure and surprise. She was oozing juice all the time and knew that if it got more intense she would surely orgasm, no doubt about that.

The fingers spread some cold and slippery substance in her asshole, lube no doubt, Banjit’s finger worked the lube well into and around Faith’s asshole and Faith wondered what was coming. Banjit busied herself with the night-table drawer for a moment and then held a small object in front of faith’s eyes for her to see. It looked like a silver teardrop with a jewelled base, she began to wonder what it was when Banjit told her it was a Princess Plug. Faith had never seen one and  wondered what was its purpose.

She felt its cold touch on her asshole and then she realised where it would go. She was about to protest when she remembered Banjit’s warning, she kept quiet and gritted her teeth as the Princess was slowly pushed in. She tried to relax her muscles but it was a battle against her mind which wanted to fight the invasion. Banjit relaxed and pulled the PP out  an inch, Faith breathed through clenched teeth then Banjit pushed in again, a little bit further in this time, then out again. She stopped with the PP resting on the sphincter which was now quivering and gaping a half inch. One last determined push and the PP slid in past her sphincter and inside her. Faith had never had anything in her ass, all her life that had been a taboo area, only for pooping, she had never even seen her own asshole properly and now here it was with a lump of steel in it... and she was loving it!

Faith squirmed and purred like a kitten, her smile reached from ear to ear, the future looked good.

Faith and the Thai episode – Part 8

The sun streamed through the bedroom window and shone on the two sleeping bodies, intertwined on the huge bed. Both had satisfied looks on their faces, slowly Banjit awoke and stretched out, she kissed Faith gently all over her face till the American woke up and smiled.

‘Banjit, last night you made me a very happy woman, you awoke feelings in me that had been locked up for years, feelings I had experienced as a young teenager and never revisited. You broke barriers I had built to conform, thank you my friend, my lover, my Mistress.’ Banjit smiled at her new lover and kissed her again, she spoke gently,

‘Faith, you are my little butterfly, I have so much to teach you and it will be my pleasure to do it.’ With that she leaned towards her and kissed her, ‘and today we learn something new.’ She got up and put on a camisole then spent some time on the mobile whilst Faith prepared breakfast. When it was ready the two sat at the bar and ate whilst chatting and laughing. The girls finished then Banjit put on a serious face and spoke to Faith,

‘You have enjoyed me so far but I have only scratched the surface of your rediscovery, I promised I would teach you more and so it begins; take this, go to the bathroom and put it in like I did last night, then come back,’ she gave Faith the PP she had used last night together with a bottle of lube. Faith gasped but went quietly, when she returned Banjit had laid out her clothes for her; plain white cotton thong, tight strappy top, short flared skirt and esparto wedges. She got dressed and waited for Banjit, she wore a short off-the-shoulder black mini-dress with black stiletto sandals. They left the building and drove off in Banjit’s private vehicle, an open Jeep. It bounced out of the garage and on the uneven suburban roads, Faith held on tight.

The bouncing kept forcing the PP into her ass, the feeling was not entirely uncomfortable and she felt her pussy getting wetter by the minute, her nipples hard as rocks. Banjit drove for an hour and Faith suspected she was deliberately using ‘B’ roads to make sure the Jeep bounced as much as possible. Finally they arrived at CentralWorld Bangkok, the city’s largest shopping mall. They parked in the lowest of the parking levels deep in the bowels of the earth and climbed out of the Jeep, Banjit kissed Faith and spoke to her in a soft voice,

‘My little butterfly, follow my every instruction in the mall, do everything I say, it is part of what I want you to learn.’ Faith nodded and together they took the elevator up to the mall.

They walked out of the elevator and straight through the mall, Banjit knew where she was going and led the way, straight to a huge sex shop in a distant corner. She stopped outside the shop and turned to Faith,

‘Now listen carefully, I want you to walk in there and not come out till you have bought a pair of nipple clamps, a butt plug and a leather strap. I will be in the shop and may even come up to you but you will not acknowledge me at all, as far as everyone else is concerned you do not know me. Good luck little one, oh and hand over your cell phone, you won’t be needing it.’ Faith was determined not to let her friend down, after all, how difficult could it be to buy three things? Little did she know…

She walked in with a confident air and found herself in an Aladdin’s Cave of sexual gratification, racks full of dildos, butt plugs, harnesses, clamps, belts, and straps, everything one could imagine and more. She walked through the store staring goggle eyed at all the stuff there displayed, eventually she came to a counter and looked around for a shop assistant. A tall young woman appeared, she looked Scandinavian, her blonde hair tied in a ponytail wearing a leather waistcoat and tight black jeans, she had the most impossible pair of heels on her feet. The assistant raised an eyebrow as she looked at Faith who now spoke,

‘Errr, I-I’m looking for a pair of n-n-nipple clamps please.’ The blonde looked at Faith and spoke,

‘Who are they for? Are they for you? Do you want clover clamps? Spring clamps? Screw clamps? Let’s see, pull your top up, show me your tits.’ Faith stepped back in horror and retorted,

‘Nooo! Why should I? I only want to buy a pair of clamps!’ The blonde drew herself up and spoke sternly,

‘Now look here, you want to buy clamps it is my job to make sure you take exactly what you need, otherwise your lover is not going to be very happy with you is she? Because it IS a she, isn’t it? Now pull that top out and lean on this counter!’ with that the blonde busied herself taking a few different clamps out of a drawer. Meanwhile Faith pulled her top up and bared her tits, she couldn’t believe she was doing this but did it nevertheless. Blondie took one of Faith’s nipples and pulled on it whilst applying a clover clamp, Faith didn’t register much and blondie removed it, then she tried on a screw clamp tightening it enough to stop it from falling. Faith gasped so blondie carried on tightening. They slipped off so blondie discarded those too. Next she picked up a cruel looking pair of alligator clips with screw adjustment, she opened one of those and placed it on the nipple, Faith breathed in sharply, her nostrils flared as blondie loosened the adjustment so the clamps closed in biting the nipple with its serrated steel teeth. These were one serious pair of clamps. Not until she saw tears starting to collect on the corner of Faith’s eyes did blondie stop tightening. She now repeated the exercise on Faith’s other nipple.

‘I think these clamps need a leash so your lover can lead you around the room, let’s see what I have.’ She took out a few chains from beneath the counter and chose a chromed link chain, she hooked it to both clamps and let the chain dangle blow Faith’s tits. ‘Now that we have the clamps sorted what else did you want to buy?’ Faith opened and closed her mouth, she was expecting blondie to remove the clamps but obviously this wasn’t going to happen so she spoke,

‘Umm, I also need a leather strap, and a butt plug.’ Blondie smiled and walked away,

‘Well, come on, I haven’t got all day, the straps are this way, follow me,’ Faith stared after her and spoke,

‘B-b-but, I can’t walk like this, everyone will see! Please!’, by now the action at this end of the shop was attracting attention from other shoppers, already a little crowd stood apart looking on, Banjit in that group pretending to be just another shopper. They looked on as blondie turned angrily on Faith,

‘Now hear this young lady, you come to my shop to buy I need to make sure your lover is satisfied with your purchases, I have to make sure you buy exactly what she wants for you, so now you follow me!’ blondie took hold of the chain holding the nip clamps and pulled her along to a counter some distance further down the shop. There she stood Faith, ‘now which type of strap are we looking for? It is for you I expect, do we want 18inch, 24inch, narrow or wide? Single thickness or double thickness? Mmmm, let me be the judge, lean forwards on the counter.’

Faith leaned forwards and gasped when blondie folded her skirt up and pulled her thong down to her ankles. She heard blondie draw in her breath when she saw the PP in her asshole. She felt as it was slowly withdrawn, her ass gaped as soon as it popped out. Blondie came round and took a few straps and tawses from under the counter, she pondered and finally settled on the 18inch, 2inch wide double thickness model. She walked behind Faith and there was silence, she heard a movement and suddenly her ass felt on fire. She cried out. Blondie gave her six rapid strokes on alternative buttocks. Faith’s cries were more like yelps in rapid sequence. Blondie stopped and Faith heard a voice she knew,

‘I think the 12inch single thickness might also make an impression on her, we could try that.’ It was Banjit acting like a complete stranger.  Blondie nodded and agreed telling her to take whatever strap she wanted to try on Faith. Banjit stood behind Faith who sobbed quietly in anticipation and laid on six alternate strokes using the shorter strap, the crowd that had been watching from a distance now stood closer and they merrily looked on enjoying the spectacle.

Faith leaned forwards, her tears dripping from her nose as she sobbed quietly, the two tormentors looking on admiring their handiwork. The difference between straps was easy to see, the shorter and narrower one had bit deeper and made more vivid red marks whereas the longer and wider strap had produced wide dark pink areas which felt hot the touch.  They talked to each other for a while and then nodded. Blondie placed the shorter strap on the counter and put the other one away, she then spoke,

‘Now that we have settled on the right strap for you stay in that position, I believe you said you also needed a butt plug and with an ass like yours I think I have just the model to fit.’ So saying she rummaged through the drawers and came up with a short but thick plug, black as coal and looking like a very fat cock, it had well defined veins and a thick cock-head. The flared base was oval so it could be worn under clothing without it being too uncomfortable. Blondie let Faith have a quick look at it, probably just for the pleasure it gave her to see the scared look on Faith’s face, her eyes like saucers. ‘Now my dear, remove your thong, push back your ass and relax.’

Faith tried to relax but found it hard, her heart beating like a drum in a tattoo. She felt fingers smearing lube in the asshole, reaming in and out making her rear slick. The fingers stopped, then she felt something hard pushing against her hole, Blondie kept the pressure up and slowly the plug eased its way in, a little at a time. Faith grunted as it pushed its way in, insistent and unstoppable. The plug met resistance from the sphincter muscles and Blondie stopped, she let Faith regain her composure. Thirty seconds passed before the second onslaught, the plug was pushed in again, imperceptibly it forced the sphincter to open up and millimetre by millimetre the silicone cockhead forced its way past the ring of muscle. Suddenly, without even expecting it, the head was past the sphincter and it slid in effortlessly till the muscle rested on the narrow part behind the head. Satisfied Blondie stood up, the watching crowd gave a round of applause, an embarrassment for Faith.

‘It’s as I thought, that plug is perfect for you; your lover will be very happy with your purchases, I will pack it all up, you can pay and be on your way, oh and since the plug fits you so well it would be a pity to remove it so you can wear it home.’ With that Blondie removed the nipple clamps causing Faith to give a squeal and break into tears as the blood flowed back into her nipples so long had they been on. Her purchases were packed and paid for in no time, Faith turned to leave but could not see Banjit anywhere.

Faith and the Thai episode – Part 9

Faith stood at the entrance to the shop on her own, tears streaming down her face, she was miles away from her home and her only friend was nowhere to be seen and with no cell phone she was totally out of contact. She stood there for half an hour and was about to go look for someone to help her when Blondie came out of the shop and walked up to her,

‘Hey you, slut, come here you have a phone call in my office.’ She led the way to the back of the shop where a small room lay hidden behind a camouflaged door. Inside the room was a phone off its cradle which she picked up, Banjit spoke to her,

‘Well done my little butterfly, you have done well, followed every instruction and behaved like I ordered you to, now you will come back home with the blonde assistant from the sex shop, she’s Swedish and her name is Inga but you will always address her as Miss,’ with this she hung up the phone and Faith did the same. Inga meanwhile had tidied up her make-up and was now ready to go, she picked up her handbag and her rucksack beckoning Faith to follow her. The two girls left the shop and walked to the elevators, once inside Inga pushed Faith against the wall and virtually mauled her, kissing her and manhandling her generous breasts, Faith was being well aroused but refrained from returning the kisses and the touching. Far too soon the elevator stopped and Faith found herself in another parking level, there they went to the back where a low-slung sports car sat. As soon as they got to it Inga ordered Faith to lie forwards across the hood of the car, she flipped Faith’s skirt up and took a short leather paddle out of her bag. Inga started to systematically beat Faith on the top of her thighs and lower buttocks, areas they had not touched before. Faith wailed in pain.

‘These ones are just for me, because you took too long to step out of your thong in the shop, because you cried when I beat you, because you took the plug without crying too much, because you didn’t kiss me in the elevator and because you are too beautiful but mostly because you are not mine but my friend’s and I am only helping to abuse you, damn!’ Each time she used the word ‘because’ she hit harder and Faith cried out louder, her tears poured from her eyes and she was a blubbering mess when Inga finished after 10 minutes of non-stop beating. Her thighs and lower buttocks were a nice deep shade of red to match the broad stripes on the rest of the arse.

Inga told Faith to get into the car but to pull up her skirt so she had her bare bottom on the leather seat, the large butt plug was pushed further in by the cushion. They drove out of the mall parking and Faith could see it was already early afternoon, so much time had passed! They drove out of the suburbs back  towards Banjit’s bungalow. Along the way Inga stopped at a roadside diner, they needed to eat. She led Faith to the bar and sat on one of the tall stools, she beckoned Faith to do the same, the poor girl climbed onto the tall stool taking great care she didn’t expose herself, the skirt was too short and the plug too obvious.

Some of the other patrons stared at the pair, Faith stood out in her short skirt and tight top her nipples bursting through, Inga also stood out, her shocking blonde hair and long legs showing her Scandinavian ancestry. Inga ordered for the two; hamburgers, fries, side salad, diet colas. They ate in silence then Inga paid up and asked for the rest rooms, she tapped on Faith’s arm to follow her. Inga glanced back and imperceptibly nodded towards a huge African-American who had been staring at them.

The rest rooms were round the back and as soon as they got there the man caught up with them. Inga quickly ushered Faith into the disabled cubicle as the man joined them. She was about to speak out when Inga gave her an almighty slap that brought tears to her eyes as she said,

‘Don’t even think of making a sound, your job is to pleasure this guy who will decide if you deserve to have your anal cherry taken by his cock or by a strap-on wielded by Banjit or by myself. Now go down on your knees and do a good job slut!’

Faith cried quietly as she slipped to her knees, meanwhile the man had dropped his pants and a large circumcised cock sprung out like a stiff spring, she had never seen a real erect cock at all Greg having let her down badly the two occasions he’d had the chance. Faith had only ever seen cocks this size in the movies she had been watching on Greg’s laptop, it was huge and not really black but more of a really dark purple and it seemed to throb, almost to pulsate. She tried to remember what Banjit had taught her when she gave her first and only blow job since Greg’s demise; she made an ‘O’ with her mouth and slowly held the cock with two hands as she delicately slid her lips over it, slowly over the cock, an inch at a time, up the shaft she went. The cock hit the back of her throat so she stopped, she slid out again, slowly, and when the head got back to her lips she licked the underside of the head. She closed her eyes as she did this repeatedly, in and out, lick and lick, she could hear the guy moaning and mumbling,

‘Yes baby, yeah... lick harder, use that tongue, mmmmmm, God you’re good baby!’ He kept up the encouragement as Faith licked and sucked the huge black cock, she cupped his balls with her hands and started to gently manipulate them, massaging them carefully, this made him moan louder. Inga spoke,

‘You enjoying this Zeke? Remember it’s up to you whether you take her anal cherry or we do, no pressure.’ Zeke nodded and thrust his hips forwards pushing his huge cock further into Faith’s mouth. She relaxed her throat muscles and it simply slid in to the back, Faith herself was surprised how well she had taken that. Zeke pulled out and she held his cock still, she kissed it and licked it round the head, played her tongue under it, she sucked his balls taking them into her mouth one at a time, she took the cock into her mouth again and bobbed her head on it rapidly. Zeke groaned and squirmed as Faith performed her newly discovered talents on him.

Slowly Faith perceived a tremor building up in Zeke’s cock, she slowed down till the tremor subsided then picked up the rhythm again, this she kept up for a while taking her cue from the tremors and Zeke’s groans. She had every intention of going for gold when Zeke pulled out and pulled her up, he turned her around and pushed her against the sink. He sunk two fingers in her pussy which was slick with her own lubrication, some of this now started to run down her thighs, he looked down and saw the flared base of the black butt plug. He smiled as he took hold of this base and with a corkscrew action he pulled it out, Faith gritted her teeth as the thick cock shaped lump of silicone slowly made its way out of her ass. This left her asshole gaping wide open and Zeke took advantage of this to push his huge cock into her waiting hole. Even with it gaping open he still found it an effort and had to push in hard. His cock was not only long but more importantly thick, very thick.

This exercise brought tears to Faith’s eyes and she kept her mouth shut as Zeke pushed his member into her ass, he was taking her anal cherry in his own time and on his terms.

His hands surrounded her and busied themselves with her tits, massaging her breasts and tweaking her nipples. She gave squeals as he twisted and Inga had to reprimand her, threatening a severe beating in the rest room if she didn’t shut up. This had the desired effect and Faith had to endure it. In the mirror she could see Inga leaning against the door of the restroom, her waistcoat and fly zipper open, playing with the nips and pussy whilst Zeke reamed Faith’s ass. Zeke was already near the brink so she felt his cock jerk in her ass, he slowed down but the jerks continued. He pumped harder and faster and Faith felt her ass was on fire.

Suddenly and unexpectedly Faith felt her own orgasm coming, just as a tremor run through her pussy she felt Zeke give one final jerk in her ass, she felt his hot jism filling her asshole as she came and came repeatedly. He had definitely taken her cherry and she had loved every minute of it. He pulled out and lay back spent. A voice piped up from the back,

‘My turn now I believe? Anyone care to finish me off?’ Inga stood there with a sheepish smile on her face.

Faith and the Thai episode – Part 10

Faith stood up and beckoned Inga to come closer, taking hold of her she kissed her hard, bit her lips and touched her face all over, her hands dropped to Inga’s bare tits and she groped these with relish. They were not too large and stood out proud, they had puffy nipples which made them all the more inviting; Faith played with them and with the thick nipples, she lowered her head and sucked and licked them. Meanwhile Zeke had been fingering Inga and penetrated her pussy with his fingers, he pumped them in and out whilst flicking her clitoris with his other thumb. Inga had been close to cumming anyway so it didn’t take long for her to orgasm with cries of ecstasy. She leaned back on the sink, spent and exhausted.

The three of them tidied up quickly and left the restroom, the girls made their way to their car whilst Zeke mounted a Harley parked up front. They left the diner’s parking lot and got back on the road, Zeke followed them as they drove back to Banjit’s bungalow. When they got there they saw the Jeep and another Harley parked up front. Inga parked next to them as did Zeke, they left their vehicles and walked into the bungalow. There they found Banjit in the living room having a glass of white wine, on the other sofa was the guy Faith had seen in the dungeon the second night she had slept there. He looked relaxed and  sat having a beer. She was wearing a pair of very tight skimpy shorts and a boob tube, on her feet she had high heeled sandals and her hair was tied up in a bun, the guy had leather trousers, white T and biker boots.

‘We’ve been waiting for you two, now we are all here we can play some more games. If the ladies and the gentlemen are ready we will move downstairs.’ Saying that she got up and led the way to the dungeon where she stopped in a clear area. ‘Faith, come and stand here with me, I want to introduce these wonderful people to you,’ she waited for Faith to shyly join her, they turned to face the other three. ‘Faith, you have already met Inga, in the diner you had a chance to meet Zeke, our 100% macho Texan friend and yesterday you met my long time friend Arnold, he’s Austrian and will just as happily take cock as give it!’ there was a faint ripple of laughter as they were being introduced, Faith smiled at them. Banjit continued, ‘Faith, in two days you have learned a lot, you gave Arnold a reasonable blow job and from what Inga has told me you gave Zeke an even better one. I took your virginity with my fingers and fucked you with my strap-on which you took admirably, you learned to walk with a Princess Plug and with a butt plug. Zeke took your anal virginity only a short while ago which you seemed to love from what I have heard. You still have lots to experience but the next item on the agenda is for your pussy to have a real cock inside it, you need to be fucked by a man.’

Faith was mesmerised but so eager for that to happen, it was true, she had been given all sorts of pleasures, been introduced to all sorts of sex acts, she had even had a flogger and a strap used on her, but she had not had a real flesh and blood cock! From what she’d just heard tonight might just be the night.

Inga and Banjit led her to the huge bed in the dungeon and all three women lay down, they started kissing Faith gently all over her body. Inga targeted her beautiful breasts whilst Banjit went down on her, eating her pussy first gently then with more energy. Faith was getting very wet and her nipples were hard as rock, Inga took each nipple in her mouth and sucked hard on it whilst biting down carefully, this drove Faith wild. Inga flicked the underside of Faith’s thick nipples which made her moan even louder. Banjit inserted two fingers into Faith’s very wet pussy, they slid in effortlessly and Banjit took some of the juice to smear on Faith’s rim, she now used her other hand to insert first two, then three fingers in her asshole.

This went on for some time whilst Zeke and Arnold got ready for the next part of Faith’s education. Arnold had stripped down and placed a cock ring round the base of his cock and balls, this particular model was linked to a thick butt plug he had lubed and pushed deep in his ass, this combination had him sporting a huge purple cock, all engorged and ready for action, he stroked it softly. Zeke had stripped down too but needed nothing to keep his own huge cock hard. They went up to the bed where the girls were enjoying themselves, Banjit saw them approach and nodded to Inga, they stopped what they were doing and moved Faith over and placing her on all fours, she was now kneeling whilst leaning forwards on her hands panting; her tits hung down invitingly. The other two girls got off the bed whilst the two men got on.

Zeke knelt behind her whilst Arnold got in front of her face. They closed in on her, first Arnold rubbed his cock all over her face as Faith opened her mouth and just managed to take it in, she licked the underside of the shaft and sucked gently. He pushed it in slowly as she continued to suck and lick it, her eyes closed all the time. She felt fingers on her ass as the girls smeared more lube in her hole, then it stopped and she felt a nudging and pushing at the entrance. She relaxed her sphincter muscles as Zeke pushed his cock against her hole. It felt huge and she clammed up in panic, tightening her hole shut. All this managed to achieve was to get her nipples pinched severely by Inga as soon as she realised what had happened. A pair of tight alligator clamps were applied to her nipples and a chain attached to them going round her back. Zeke now had a way of pulling on her nipples if he so wished! He pulled, this caused her nipples to be severely stretched and her tits to twist to the sides, this brought tear to her eyes and she cried even through Arnold’s cock. 

Faith relaxed her sphincter and  Zeke’s cock renewed its journey into her asshole, slowly but deliberately it made its way in, one inch at a time. Every inch though Zeke stopped and they both regained their breath, Faith’s ass also seemed to relax and accept the invader better. It took over ten minutes to get all eight inches of thick cock inside her tunnel but go in it did, till the balls were hitting her pussy. Zeke relaxed himself and held Faith by her sides. He held her still.

It looked like a picture, Faith on a spit-roast, Zeke with his cock buried in her ass and Arnold with his cock buried in her mouth. All three absolutely still, nothing stirred the picture, until a flash was seen and a click was heard. Banjit took a few pictures of the scene, ‘for posterity’ she claimed, ‘for her album’ thought Inga, ‘for my memories’ thought Faith. Then the three on the bed slowly started their show, Zeke pulled out gently whilst Arnold did the same, then they both thrust in... gently at first. This motion was repeated over a time, the only difference that the thrusts became more and more agitated as it passed. Faith became more distressed or so it seemed, she was giving tiny yelps and gasps of pleasure – or was it pain?

Arnold thrust into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat repeatedly, she was having a hard time not to gag but managed it. Arnold pulled his cock out completely and let Faith lick and suck his bell-end, he then thrust back in again, his balls hard and purple, full of cum longing to spurt out. Inga massaged his balls, squeezing them in rhythm with his thrusts. His face was contorted into a grimace as each thrust coincided with a squeeze from Inga.

Zeke was now frenetically thrusting into her ass, his balls slapping against her wet and engorged pussy, also hungry to be filled. Banjit grabbed hold Zeke’s balls and held then in her vice-like grip, giving them rhythmic squeezes as well. He grunted as he thrust, faster and faster longing to fill Faith’s asshole with his thick cum. He pulled out completely then thrust back in, he repeated this time and time again, Faith squealing every time he re-entered her hole.

The three of them were slowly approaching their climax and Banjit and Inga were enjoying every minute of it. They knew their turn would come later, but for the moment their objective was to make sure the three on the bed came in unison. They released the balls they were squeezing and got off the bed, Zeke and Arnold were well on their way to a climax and would be cumming any minute now, nothing could stop that, but Faith seemed to be flagging and they needed to get her back on track.

Faith’s pussy had remained untouched and unfilled all this time so Inga decided it would get some attention, she lubricated her fingers and put her hand under the American’s body, she moved it right up to the pussy and found the clitoris, it was stiff and engorged, she started rubbing it in time with Zeke and Arnold’s thrusts. This had a magical effect not just on Faith who started shaking and trembling but also on Zeke who felt these tremors running through her pussy. He urged on his thrusts which rocked Faith forwards and further onto Arnold’s cock pushing him slowly to the edge of his climax.

Suddenly Arnold’s balls seemed to shrink as his cock spasmed at the point of ecstasy, hot jism spurted out filling Faith’s mouth. This in turn caused Faith to cum herself, giving muffled cries as her pussy pulsated with pleasure which in its turn caused Zeke to empty his balls into her accommodating ass. They became one writhing mass, radiating heat and the smell of climaxing bodies. They fell in a heap, Zeke and Arnold taking their respective cocks out of Faith’s holes. They were one satisfied group. Inga and Banjit smiled at the tableau and turned to go.

Faith and the Thai episode – Part 11

Inga and Banjit left the three on the dungeon bed, it was big enough for them to sleep comfortably there all night. The two of them went up to Banjit’s bungalow, poured themselves a drink and took it into the bedroom, there they stripped, put on some soft jazz and lay on the bed relaxing.

Inga Ekström was a typical Swedish girl, nearly six feet tall, long blonde hair, perky tits, she was only twenty-two and had been in Bangkok for three years. She had come on a holiday with her girlfriend when Greg had offered them both a position as models in his film studios. The two girls had accepted and starred in a few films, however when Greg had decided to move them onto the heavier stuff her girlfriend had decided it as too much and ran back to Sweden. Inga on the other hand loved the lifestyle and stayed on. It was in the course of her brief modelling career that she met and befriended Banjit – more than befriended in fact, for a year they became lovers living together in this bungalow. It was during this time that Inga left her film career and started working in the sex shop, a job Banjit had found for her. Two years on from having started the shop job she was now the store manager. Inga loved her life in Bangkok, she was independent, lived in a nice apartment with her three cats, had a reasonably well-paid job with many perks and was nowhere near her strict and meddling step-mother. As she lay on the bed her mind was miles away and a few years back...

A fifteen year old Inga was in her bedroom with her sixteen year old friend Agneta, the two girls lay on the bed wearing only their underwear listening to soft rock. Agneta trailed her fingers over Inga’s tummy, she slowly moved up to her bra and scratched the soft white cotton with her long painted nails. She leaned forward and kissed Inga’s face. She paid particular attention to her eyes, lips, ears. Inga had never had another girl do this to her before but she liked it. She had had boyfriends, and they had touched her, but she had never felt what she felt today. What Agneta was doing made her feel alive, she loved it.

Agneta opened Inga’s bra and now played with the nipples, erect puffy nipples, turgid and hard as rocks, Inga gave a sharp intake of breath followed by a surprised ‘Ohh!!’ as the onslaught continued. She took her first tentative steps at kissing and touching another girl, she seemed to be doing well as Agneta also gave sounds of enjoyment. Agneta moved down to Inga’s panties, old-fashioned plain white cotton to match her bra, bought by Inga’s step-mother of course. Mrs Mĺrtenson was a sour faced Advocat from Danderyd who had married Inga’s widowed father Wiktor when she was six –  her mother Lena had died in a traffic accident one night, the result of a drunken driver, sad but even more sad when one learned that she was the drunken driver and had taken four other lives when her Volvo ploughed into a small Fiat carrying a two young couples back from a concert. Her father spent many days sorting legal paperwork and Mrs Mĺrtenson, Inga could never call her by her first name Ewa, was his Advocat. She knew the family so was well aware of Lena’s drinking problem.

Mrs Mĺrtenson seemed to think Inga was too much like her mother and wished to suppress any form of independent thinking or any desire to have fun, from the moment she had married her father the tone had been set. No parties, no laughing, no fun and constant punishments for stepping out of line. Punishments in the Ekström household were frequent and severe, the strap, the belt, the cane and the riding crop had been used on Inga’s behind since she was ten, and between six and ten it had been hand spankings over Mrs Mĺrtenson’s knee.

Mrs Mĺrtenson ran Inga’s life with an iron hand, she chose her clothes for her, her food, her drinks, what books she could read, where she could go – everything. Inga quite often cried herself to sleep and she couldn’t go to her father because he never saw fault in his new wife, he always gave her the benefit of the doubt.

So she started seeing more and more of Agneta, she would come home to listen to music, or do homework together. Inga would go to her house for the same, no sleepovers, Mrs Mĺrtenson had never allowed those. The girls would often play truant to spend the day together in the woods or at the park, invariably behind some bushes playing with each other’s body. Each time they were together their passion would grow, it was like an express train threatening to overtake them. They were so careful about it, not telling anything to any of their friends or family, no-one knew of their little affair.

Or so they thought.

One summer day when Inga came back from school she found Mrs Mĺrtenson waiting for her in her bedroom, she was about to speak when she was landed an almighty slap that threw her to the ground, Inga was dazed and before she could recover she was having her shorts and panties pulled down and she was being shoved onto her desk. Then the blows came. The strap was being used on her arse like never before, the blows rained down and there was no respite. Over and over Mrs Mĺrtenson hit her all over her rear, all the way from the centre of the buttocks to the back of her knees, the heavy strap she knew the old hag had bought online from Scotland. Her cries and pleas went unanswered, she screamed cries of ‘Stop!’, ‘Please!’, ‘Why?’ but to no avail. Finally after 45 minutes it stopped.

Mrs Mĺrtenson spoke in a low voice,

‘You have bad genes like your mother, you are a perverted result of bad genes and modern society! Ever since I married your poor suffering father I have tried to bring you up a well behaved, obedient and conforming child, and how do you repay me? By acting like a lesbian slut! It has come to my attention that you have been having some sort of ‘relationship’ with the Larsson girl, Agneta I think her name is. I have just been for an hour on the phone with her poor mother and they have decided to send the girl to boarding school in England, they should sort her out soon enough, they still believe in strict discipline not like the namby-pamby schools here in Scandinavia! As for you young lady, I will beat this little fancy out of your body, every morning I will beat your behind with the strap for half an hour and every night I will do the same before you go to bed. There will be no more school for you, I have employed a personal tutor, she is Scottish, sixty-five and very strict, and may I add she has your father and my consent to cane you and strap you as she sees fit. Now leave the room and have a shower, you still have tonight’s strapping at bedtime.’

Inga was crying as she remembered her life then, she went through a period where life was miserable, daily beatings, no friends allowed to visit and no visiting friends’ houses either.  This carried on for easily a whole year, her breakfast was always thirty minutes of the strap, some days a two-tailed tawse, some days a three-tailed, sometimes a plain strap, then off to the study room with the dour faced Mrs MacCowan who always found cause to punish Inga, she loved to have the girl lift her skirt and lower her panties, then to lean on the desk as she would invariably deliver fifty strokes of her two-tailed tawse followed by six of the cane. Lessons would continue till tea-time when the tutor would leave. After dinner Inga would do any homework left for her until bedtime always at ten thirty when Mrs Mĺrtenson would deliver her bedtime strapping.

Inga remembered how happy she was when one day her father informed her Mrs MacCowan had suffered a massive stroke and would be unable to continue tutoring her, she would instead be sent to a private school. There she met Margareta, from Boden, and they became lovers. This was the girlfriend who had travelled to Thailand with Inga and who had moved out of her life just as easily as she had moved in.

Banjit noticed Inga’s tears and turned to her, she kissed her gently on her eyelids and cheeks. Inga carried on crying as Banjit held her close and rocked her, eventually she stopped sobbing and hugged Banjit too. Banjit decided this would be a good time for them to have their own pleasure.

Faith and the Thai episode – Part 12

The two women kissed passionately, their hands roaming all over, they were still aroused from the dungeon session and they soon had soaking wet pussies and stiff engorged nipples. Banjit pushed Inga back against the pillow and sat astride her, she rubbed her trimmed pussy on Inga’s totally shaved slit. She felt a frisson running all the way down to her toes. Inga reached up and softly caressed Banjit’s tits, she fondled them and flicked her nipples then held them with thumb and forefinger and squeezed them tight at the same time as she pulled them out. Banjit moaned with pleasure and leaned forwards, she loved having her nipples pinched hard and her tits played with. Inga pulled Banjit down on top of her to kiss her deeply and to caress her back, she run her fingers up and down her back and scratched it with her long nails.

Together they rolled to the side. Banjit ran her fingers down Inga’s body, down to her pubic area, there she scratched Inga lightly all round her mound and slit, she played her fingers lightly over the smooth pubis remembering how she simply loved the Scandinavian’s shaved slit. She twisted round and kissed it slowly and sensuously, she kissed the labia taking them in turn and sucking them, then she started stabbing the slit with her tongue, pushing it in and running it up and down its length. She found the clit, fat and engorged, and flicked it with her stiff tongue, it felt slick and slippery and the more she flicked it the slicker it got. Banjit took the clit in her teeth and bit lightly, this elicited a shriek from Inga – Banjit smiled inwardly, she just loved getting this response from the Swede.

She went to work on the pussy, lick, suck, flick, stab, over and over, then fingers joined her tongue, running them up and down the slit. The fingers slowly invaded Inga’s hole, two fingers first, pushed slowly in then slowly out, in out, in out, faster and faster like a piston. A third finger soon joined the first two as Inga’s breathing became louder however nothing compared to the gasps and cries that could be heard when a fourth finger was added. Banjit was working her fingers in and out of Inga’s pussy hole when she started using her thumb on Inga’s clit, the thumb and tongue alternated to excite the clitoris – stiff, engorged and deep purple.

Inga held Banjit’s head down with her hands, ran her fingers through the Asian’s hair twisting her fingers in it and massaging the scalp. Banjit took her free hand and collecting slick pussy juice pushed her middle finger into Inga’s tight little asshole, the Swede gave a gasp as the insistent finger broke the plane of the sphincter and slid into the hot rectum. Inga’s mouth opened wide in a silent scream, eyes clenched shut head shaking slowly from side to side.

Slowly but surely she felt her orgasm approaching, the buzz started in the pit of her stomach, worked its way up to her nipples then she felt the burning in her ears. Then, unexpectedly, like an express train, the pleasure hit her in her clitoris and pussy hole. Banjit kept up the finger fucking and pressed on Inga’s engorged g-spot, she rubbed it from inside causing Inga to suddenly spurt as she came over and over – she was a squirter and Banjit knew it and used it to get pleasure herself, she loved to lap up Inga’s juice.

Inga pulled Banjit up to her face and kissed her fully lapping up her own juices, she still remembered the first day she had done that and still felt the same excitement. She then took Banjit’s nipples and licked them to rock hardness, reaching over to the bedside table she took two spring clamps linked by a leash that she had prepared earlier in the day. Taking the erect nipples she clamped them with the two cruel devices and relished Banjit’s cry of pain, the nipples seemed to grow fatter with this action and Inga kissed her partner’s mouth to quieten her, sticking her tongue deep in the other’s mouth.

Now she used one hand to reach down and rub Banjit’s clit whist she slowly pulled on the leash, accompanied by protests and cries of pain. The louder the cries the harder that Inga pulled on the leash stretching the nipples out impossibly. Banjit was already near to her climax anyway and Inga had to make a choice, either push her over the edge now or cool everything down so as to stretch out the pleasure, after all they had all night.

Banjit pleaded with her to let her climax, and this made Inga’s decision much easier, her sadistic side displaying itself yet again.

‘NO! I will now stretch out your pleasure with pain, and if, maybe if, I decide to be good to you I will let you climax tonight, depends.’

Saying this Inga took a pair of handcuffs from the bedside and cuffed Banjit’s hands together, she then pulled her hands above her head and clipped them to a hidden short chain dangling from the headboard. Inga shook in despair, her tears testament to her frustration. She first pleaded, then protested, then tried to negotiate, but all that got her was a double penis gag pushed into her mouth and buckled tight. Banjit now had a short thick rubber cock in her mouth whilst six inches of even thicker black cock point straight up from her mouth.

Inga turned round and carefully lowered her slick and slimy pussy onto the dildo grossly growing out of Banjit’s mouth, as she did this she pulled on the leash clamped to the Asian’s tits, she looked and felt like she was riding a thoroughbred in a race. She fucked herself on the big black cock whilst pulling the tits up with all her might whilst Banjit below her was squirming and shedding copious tears, screaming through the giant cock gag.

Inga let the leash go and dropped forwards onto Banjit’s body, she now had her face level with Banjit’s very wet  pussy hole which she licked and sucked on for a while. This made Banjit squirm under Inga which only made her penis gag excite Inga even more, she was on her way to her second orgasm at this rate. Inga fucked herself on the black silicone whilst eating Banjit’s clit and pussy like mad, she took another set of clamps with leash and attached it to Banjit’s sensitive labia, a stifled scream came from the Thai girl which only served to excite Inga even more.

Inga took hold of the leash and pulled at it hard, stretching the labia out. The pussy was now gushing and there was a huge wet patch on the bed. There was another chain at the foot of the bed and Inga hooked the leash onto that so Banjit’s labia were under constant tension. With this done she took  vibrating wand and setting in on ‘low’ proceeded to run it up and down Banjit’s slit, she slowed down when she got near the clit and deliberately gave it a miss. She did this a few times until she could feel Banjit thrashing under her body, she was so so close to orgasm it was getting hard not to push her over the edge.

Inga got off Banjit and knelt beside her, she took the leash from the nipple clamps and hooked those to a long chain at the headboard, now Banjit had her tits being pulled up and her labia down both by cruel steel tipped alligator clamps. Inga carried on playing the wand on Banjit’s clit and slit, the muffled cries were constant as was the thrashing and jumping, this had to be brought to an end sooner or later thought Inga.

However Inga wanted to cum one more time herself, the feeling she had was too good to waste. She made sure Banjit could see her and played the wand on herself, the look on the Asian’s face was priceless, she was thinking this was the end and she would not be given the chance to climax, she was crying tears of despair just as Inga came explosively, again squirting all over her lover.

Banjit must have thought this was the end of it for her when Inga applied the wand hard on the trimmed Thai pussy, it lasted for only a minute before Banjit arched her back off the bad as far as she could, she wailed through the gag as her climax hit her like a lorry. She came in waves bouncing on the bed at the same time, eventually it finished, and Inga removed the wand, she removed Banjit’s penis gag but left her bound to the bed as she kissed and hugged her, showing her the love these girl had for one another.

Inga cuddled up to Banjit whom she left cuffed to the bed and soon the two fell asleep.

Faith and the Thai episode – Part 13

Morning found the five sleeping soundly when the phone rang, Inga and Banjit being upstairs heard it first but only Inga was able to rise, Banjit tried to move but forgot she was still cuffed to the bed, she motioned to Inga to release her. Inga picked up the phone and shushed her as she answered.

‘Hi! Oh, it’s you Larry, Banjit cannot come to the phone, she’s rather tied up at the moment, what can I do for you? Yes, ten o’clock would be a great time, they others are all here.’ She hung up and spoke to Banjit, ‘’That was Larry, he’s coming at ten, will he be the one taking Faith’s cherry? Lucky girl if he is!’

Larry was a muscular American, nearly seven foot tall with a cock to be proud of, nine inches of pure pleasure on a body builder’s body, not a common combination. He had been the star of many of Greg’s movies but had realised he could make more money as a stud-for-hire working for different porn movie companies. He had become friends with Banjit, Inga and the others during his early days with Greg and still kept up the friendship, both out of bed and in bed.

Larry was an all-rounder and when it came to sex he was known to bat for both sides, he was just as comfortable penetrating a pussy or an ass, and just as comfortable taking it up the ass or giving a blow job, he was truly a man for all seasons. Banjit had already arranged for him to come and take Faith’s true virginity, she had had her mouth and ass taken already, and she had been penetrated with a strap-on but no cock had ever been up her snatch, Larry would have the privilege.

They had work to do, Inga released Banjit, but not before kissing and biting her nipples hard till the Asian cried out and shed a tear, only then did she release her. They showered together but had no time for any play so as soon as they finished they dried off and put on a thong and a light summer dress; that would do for the moment. They went downstairs to rouse the trio.

Just before they went down the basement stairs to they heard strange sounds, grunts and groans floated up from the dungeon. The two girls hurried down, they had to make sure the guys did not take Faith’s cherry! Arnold was not much danger, he only fucked women under instruction, much preferring to penetrate men or be penetrated himself. Zeke however was a different animal, and he would fuck anything in a skirt!

Not a moment too soon! He had Faith naked on all fours and was about to insert his rampant prick in her wet pussy. Banjit and Inga both screamed, ‘STOPPPP!’ Zeke froze, ‘You are NOT the one who will take her pussy cherry Zeke, someone else is on his way for that job; only her ass was yours to break.’

Zeke nodded and got off the bed, but not before rubbing his cock against Faith’s pussy lips, she quivered and groaned, this was one heavily aroused female who only wished to be penetrated once and for all. Faith looked at Banjit and Inga but realised it would be useless to beg, she would have to wait. Meanwhile the girls came up to her and tossing her a thong and summer dress like theirs they told her to get dressed and get upstairs.

Arnold was nowhere to be seen so the four of them went upstairs to rustle up some breakfast before Larry came at ten, they all went into the kitchen when the front door opened, it was Arnold with fresh baked croissants and crusty rolls for all; the guy knew you had to feed a body well if you wanted it to perform. Now all five sat down to fresh coffee and Arnold’s contribution, they ate and talked, all at the same time it seemed sometimes. The girls were in their cool summer dresses, their thongs and nipples visible through the thin fabric. The guys were in shorts and T-shirts and the effect of this view on them was quite evident.

The conversation turned from the innocent and mundane to slightly more racy and there was a danger they might end up on the bed again when unexpectedly the door opened. Larry walked in, needing to stoop to enter, Faith was mesmerised, she had never seen a guy like him before, he wore a tight muscle shirt and tight jeans that showed a massive bulge, her eyes goggled. Banjit introduced him to Faith,

‘Faith, this is our friend Larry, six feet and nine inches tall with a nine inch cock to go with it, you will have the pleasure of being fucked by that cock in a little while but first the both of you will entertain us.’ Faith sat there open mouthed in shock, she had known that sooner or later her pussy would be fucked by a real cock but had assumed it would be Zeke, never in her wildest dreams would she have imagined a macho muscle man like Larry would be her cock-man.

The three girls moved down to the dungeon to prepare, Banjit and Inga took off Faith’s dress, they then cuffed her hands together using leather restraints joined by a short chain, they attached the chain to a hook hanging from the ceiling then Banjit raised it up with a remote control, the motor whirred and Faith’s arms went up slowly, they were being stretched as far as they could go and only when she was on tiptoes was it stopped. A penis gag was tightly buckled to her face, a pair of weighted spring clamps were attached to her nipples and a blindfold put on her. the two girls stepped back to admire their preparation.

Faith felt vulnerable, apprehensive, what would they do to her? How big was a nine inch cock in real terms? Wold she be able to take it in her pussy? In her mouth? In her ass? All these questions ran through her head when she heard footsteps, men’s footsteps, they were here! Oh God, her moment of truth was getting near.

She felt the weights hanging from her nipples being played with, this excited her and she felt her pussy getting wet, the weights were held up, and released, time and time again. Each time they were released she felt pleasure running through her and her pussy getting wetter, she could feel her juice begin to trickle out of her pussy and wet her thong. She felt something being trailed down her back and ass, leather, it smelt and felt like leather! She suddenly felt the same down her tummy and around her breasts. It was something stiff but leathery, she realised it could only be riding crops, they were playing with riding crops on her body! Her body was responding to this treatment, her thong felt soaking wet and her pussy juice was now trickling down her thighs, she had never been this hot before. Then it stopped.

She heard a hiss, then the thump as the crop hit her on the ass, the pain came a split second later, she jerked in her bonds and tried to scream through the gag. A second hiss came and she cringed, she heard the thump but no pain came, instead she heard another muffled scream, who else was getting the crop she wondered? The third hiss and thump was for her, again on her ass, the pain worse than before, the fourth for the second victim. The pattern was repeated for a while, hiss – thump –pain – grunt – hiss – thump – somebody else’s grunt. She felt the crop on her ass, from centre mound down to upper thigh, this was where it hurt the most. After a while they stopped, she cried and sobbed and heard another do the same. She hung exhausted from the chain.

A few minutes later she felt the crop being played on her tits, all round her round breasts and her nipples. This too stopped, and suddenly, unexpectedly, she felt fire on her nipples, fire on her breasts as the crop was used rapidly and mercilessly on her tits with special attention being given to her nipples and underside. She screamed through the gag again but was rewarded with a second person using a crop on her thighs down  to the back of her knees, her legs gave way and she was just hanging from the chain, swinging as she was being beaten raw. Over the course of the session she also felt the crop on her abdomen, front of thighs and even pussy area. She lost track of time but eventually it stopped, she hurt and she throbbed, but she was also wet and alive and hot.

The blindfold was removed and she saw that a few feet away from her Arnold was shackled the same as she was, he had crop marks all over his body down to his knees front and back. He swung as he hung from the chain just as she did. She realised she must have identical marks all over. It was now clear who was using the crops, Zeke and Larry were standing with Arnold whilst Banjit and Inga stood with her. Arnold was left shackled whist she was taken down and carried to a narrow bed she had never noticed before, they lay her across with her legs hanging down one side and the head down the other. They stretched hr arms out either side of her and shackled them to the bed, her ankles were also shackled to the same. In this position she waited still hurting from the severe cropping she had received.

Faith and the Thai episode – Part 14

Zeke walked up to Faith’s head pushed his big black cock slowly into her mouth, he slid it in effortlessly as she relaxed her muscles. The cock hit the back of her throat then he slowly moved it out again. He stopped with just the head in her mouth which she licked like an ice lolly, she sucked on it and it slid slowly back in.

Meanwhile someone was playing with her pussy, something wet and hard was rubbing her labia and clit but she couldn’t see. It felt good and she groaned even through the big cock in her mouth. She realised it must be a tongue, it was too flexible and too wet to be anything else, and then a second tongue joined the first. Two tongues playing on her slit and clit, it was overwhelming.

All this action together with the recent cropping just served to make her the wettest she had ever been in her life, she was loving it and she wanted to be fucked. Fucked with a real hard cock not a rubber substitute. The tongues on her pussy continued whilst hands now toyed with her nipples, female hands with slim fingers and long nails. She surmised Banjit and Inga were the lickers, the touch was too intimate and delicate to be a guy’s.

So where was Larry? This was the question she asked herself.

Zeke took his cock out of her mouth and as he spoke he turned her head sideways so she could see,

‘See, Larry is getting ready for you my sweet little Faith, soon all of that cock will be yours!’ she looked and saw Arnold had been unhooked and was now on his knees, his hands shackled behind his back as he sucked greedily on Larry’s giant cock. Larry slowly pumped it in and out of Arnold’s eager mouth until he noticed Faith looking at them, he stopped.

Larry slowly took his giant member out of Arnold’s mouth and Faith was able to see it in all its glory. Nine throbbing purple inches of thick cock ready to penetrate that most virgin of pussies. A pussy that had never known cock in its thirty year life, a pussy that had never even had a tampon inserted – Faith’s mother had warned her that tampons were sinful and brought ‘impure’ thoughts to girls who used them. A pussy that had only just known what it felt to have anything at all inside it, Banjit and Inga had seen to that. With their fingers and the strap-on they had introduced the pussy to penetration. Now Larry was going to introduce it to the pleasures of Master Cock.

Larry walked away from Arnold and disappeared from view, Zeke let go of her head and let her tilt it to look down. She saw how Inga and Banjit moved away from her and Larry stood at her knees. He slowly moved up to her and she felt something nudge her already wet pussy. She tried to edge forwards eager to be penetrated, but this only succeeded in getting Larry to back off.

She relaxed and Larry renewed his nudging of her pussy, rubbing up and down her slick crack, she just couldn’t resist edging forwards again, and again she was frustrated as Larry backed off a second time. Zeke grabbed her by the ears and yanked her back, sticking his cock deep into her mouth, he hit the back of her throat making her almost gag. This time she got the message and stopped her edging forwards. Larry brought his cock back in contact with her pussy.

He rubbed it from top to bottom of her wet slit, then he rubbed it on her erect clit. She made pitiful sounds, Zeke’s cock preventing her from making anything louder than a muffled groan. Larry stopped rubbing and placing his cock right on the entrance to Faith’s hole, he pushed slowly and imperceptibly. It looked like it was not moving...

...and then it was in. Faith gasped, Zeke pulled out so they could all hear any noises she might make.

She groaned, moaned, whimpered, pleaded for Larry to stop; moaned and whimpered when he did, then pleaded for Larry to carry on. He took it all the way till his balls hit her ass, then he pulled out slowly and stopped with just the head inside. She begged for him to ram it in, she begged for him to fill her up, to fuck her hard. This Larry did.

He fucked her harder and harder as her cries got louder and louder. Zeke penetrated her mouth once more, they were done with her cries. He fucked her mouth just as hard as Larry fucked her pussy. Both guys were giving the American a real pounding, one they hoped she would never forget.

Banjit and Inga had kept themselves busy tormenting the bound Arnold and playing with each other’s bodies, they now came up to the spit-roast Faith. Banjit lubed her fingers and slid her hand under the New Yorker’s ass, she pushed first one then two then three fingers into her ass, then slowly she fucked the tight ass with the fingers, slowly in, out, in, out. The fingers went in further with each push as the ass was loosened, this would be useful for the plans they had for the days to come.

Inga on the other hand bent forwards and started to lick and suck the American’s rock hard nipples. She took the left nipple with her teeth and but hard, then she pulled out as far as she could, Faith tried to lift her chest off the bed but was prevented by her restraints. This was repeated with the right nipple as she cried out in pain, her tears running freely. Inga kept this up pulling the tits out into impossible cones, the nipples reaching lengths of two inches!                                                                                                                                                                                                                            

The onslaught went on for a while until Faith was a quivering mass. Inga placed a pair of clamps on her nipples and clipped a chain on it. She pulled up slowly on this chain making peaks out of Faith’s tits. Banjit in turn pulled her fingers out and inserted a vibrating butt plug into Faith’s ass. She switched it on at a medium setting. Faith shuddered and shook, if she had not been restrained and penetrated by two cocks she would have jumped off the bed. She used a remote control to speed up the plug, then slow it down changing both the speed and the type of vibration the plug made. Faith responded with groans and cries and mews.

The session was slowly reaching its crescendo and Banjit, who was in effect the ‘Mistress of Ceremonies’, was  looking out for the signs, she wanted this to be a well choreographed display, she had spent the day before planning it, had got the right players to be there and made sure everything was in place. So far everything had gone according to plan, now it had to end that way too.

Faith was completely covered in sweat and they wanted to avoid taking her too far and risk having her pass out. They nodded at each other, a pre-arranged signal to slow down. Banjit, Inga and Zeke stopped what they were doing, butt-plug and clamps were all removed and her restraints all removed as the three moved away. Only Larry continued his job, he climbed on the bed and held Faith tight, she held him in turn and cried into his chest as he pumped away and came deep in her pussy. His cum continued to fill her pussy as he kept on pumping and this pushed Faith over the edge, she came in waves of pleasure.

She kissed Larry tenderly and took his not totally limp cock and licked it clean. She used her tongue all over his cock and balls then kissed his mouth again. She had been well and truly fucked and she had loved every minute, every inch of it. Larry held her close and kissed her tenderly too, he was well aware of how important today had been to Faith, today she came of age – at 30 – then again it’s never too late to be fucked for the first time!

Banjit smiled satisfied, another job well done, her only worry now was to make sure the hidden cameras had recorded the whole thing properly, she would do that later when there was no-one around.

Faith and the Thai episode – Part 15

Larry moved Faith and laid her carefully on the narrow bed, he kissed her and let her rest, she needed time to assimilate the enormous screw she had just had. She closed her eyes and soon fell asleep, exhausted.

Meanwhile Banjit and Inga took centre stage, they both climbed on the big bed and began to kiss and fondle each other. The girls knelt facing each other and touched each other’s tits as they kissed, Inga was enjoying Banjit’s attention and she fell back on the bed when Banjit unexpectedly pushed her roughly. She was about to get up when Zeke held her down, he shackled her arms to the corners of the headboard, she was now spread-eagled tight.

Larry helped shackle her feet to the corners of the footboard, she was now helpless. Banjit smiled at her and mouthed one word ‘Payback!’ Inga opened her eyes wide, she knew Banjit would make her pay dearly for the session last night. This was rather what she had been hoping for.

Banjit took a medium leather flogger from a drawer and walked up to Inga, she used it to hit Inga on her thighs, slowly from the knees up to the top, but not hitting the pussy – yet. Inga moaned as the flogger then started on her abdomen, ever so slowly, no pain just discomfort. Banjit worked her way up to chest, but no hitting the tits – yet. The flogger returned to her thighs, this time faster and harder, from the top down to the knees and back again, up and down, over and over. Inga clenched her teeth as her breaths came faster and faster. Then the flogger stopped. Her breathing went back to normal.

Banjit smiled at her as she brought the flogger up to her shoulder, then brought it down on her abdomen again, it began its tattoo up to her tits, without hitting them, and back. Up and down, faster and harder than before. Inga groaned and bit her lower lip, this was starting to hurt. Her breaths were now becoming ragged and laboured, then the flogger stopped. Once again Banjit waited for Inga to recover her breathing. She smiled at her, again.

Banjit replaced the flogger with a small one, only four inches of thin leather tails, like shoelaces, and a three inch thick cock-shaped handle. She angled herself to face Inga’s feet and brought the small flogger down lightly on Inga’s mound, the tails swept down hitting her along the length of her pussy. Inga pursed her lips at this, it felt good. Banjit repeated the action, and again, each time making the stroke harder and faster. The ‘Oooohs!’ and ‘Aaaaahs!’ were coming thick and fast as Banjit hit her mercilessly.

Inga now started to plead, asking for her friend to cease, but this was ignored. The pleas were now joined by squelching sounds as the flogger hit the Swede’s very wet pussy. Inga was now pleading and crying non-stop when Banjit abruptly stopped, she reversed the whip and pushed the handle into her very red and very wet pussy. It slipped in and Banjit warned her that if she let it fall out there would be hell to pay, Inga nodded vigorously.

With Inga’s pussy plugged Banjit took a twelve inch plastic ruler and started to hit her breasts all over but avoiding the nipples. This was accompanied by Inga’s whimpers which became restrained cries which in turn became crazed cries of pain and pitiful pleas for mercy, especially when Banjit targeted the nipples. These became two thick purple rock hard protrusions on Inga’s chest, the target of her friend’s attention.

Banjit stopped with the ruler and took up her medium flogger again, she used it to beat Inga on her already abused tits, each stroke left the tit redder and redder. She did not stop until she had achieved an even shade of purple, that would take days to clear up and she smiled satisfied of this. Now she turned her attention to the plugged pussy, she used the flogger mercilessly on it, she roughly removed the small flogger she had plugged in Inga’s pussy and tossed it to one side. This gave her a clearer target and she spent the next ten minutes using the flogger on it, she first used the flogger across the pussy then after five minutes the changed position and used it down the pussy making sure the ends of the flogger tails were hitting Inga right on her clit.

Inga had been reduced to a whimpering, blubbering, crying wet mess. This was pure pain which Banjit was delivering, pain she knew Inga loved and relished, she knew if it became unbearable the safeword would be uttered and everything would stop – but it had not. In fact in all the years they had known each other Inga had never used the safeword at all, so she continued confidently.

Banjit stopped with the flogger and took a pair of nipple clamps, alligator clamps to be exact, with serrated sharp metal teeth, wearing these clamps was no walk in the park. She opened them and roughly clamped Inga’s nipples with them, the Swede gave a stifled scream and the tears flowed once again. Banjit linked both clamps with a thin chain then used a remote to lower a hanging hook and link the chain to this, she then used the remote to raise the chain again, she raised it enough to lift the tits up into cones. Inga arched her back trying to raise herself off the bed, but to no avail.

With Inga in this position Banjit took a vibrating wand and placed it on her pussy slit and ran it up and down to wet it. When it was well lubricated she placed it on her clit and then switched it on ‘high’, this electrified Inga who just gave out one long ‘oooohh!’ Banjit held the wand there and watch as Inga lay there, hr whole body trembling.

She had her arms and feet spread-eagled tight, her nipples were clamped tight and her tits pulled away from her body o an impossible length, her whole body had deep red stripes and purple blotches that were a testament to the severe flogging she had just received at the hands of one of the most expert flogger users in the whole of Bangkok if not Thailand. She had been taken to the limits of her capacity and now Banjit thought it was time to take her over the edge.

Slowly she moved the wand up and down, round and round the clit, pressing it in after every round, the effect this was happening was evidenced by the shaking of Inga’s knees, by her copious sweating and juice leaking, by the shaking of her head, by the pleas and groaning and lastly by the frenzied shaking of her heard.

Inga pleaded to Banjit,

‘P-p-please finger fuck me, fuck me with a dildo in my pussy, fuck me with whatever you want but please, please f-u-c-k me now!’ She screamed amidst tears, as Banjit stopped with the wand and finger fucked her friend fast and furiously. She could sense Inga’s climax approaching so she kept up the momentum. She kept pushing her fingers in whilst with the other hand she re-applied the wand to the throbbing clit.

Inga suddenly exploded with one huge scream as she arched completely off the bed, she then fell back and shook uncontrollably as the aftershocks hit her, it was as if an earthquake had hid downtown San Francisco. Banjit removed hand and wand, removed the clamps and shackles, then leaned forwards and kissed her friend and lover tenderly. This was the story of their friendship, giving each other wild pleasure alternately.

Banjit had planned things well, Faith had finally been fucked by a real cock and he lover Inga had been given an almighty orgasm. Two out of the three women were satisfied. Now if only...

Zeke had been standing in the background watching the show and rubbing his black cock, then as if reading Banjit’s mind he went up to her and pulled her towards his body. He kissed her hard and grabbed her by the waist, lifted her off the ground and impaled her on his throbbing cock, she gasped and closed her eyes.

Zeke manoeuvred their bodies towards the nearest wall and slammed her against it hard, he then rammed his cock in and out of her swollen pussy like a jackhammer. They only needed five minutes of good hard shafting before they both came, both grunting as they did. They slid to the floor still with Zeke’s member inside her swollen pussy, dripping thick white semen. Banjit was now truly satisfied, all had gone well.

Faith and the Thai episode – Part 16

The next day dawned on a very empty bungalow, over the course of the previous evening as people woke up they showered, changed and left. Zeke on his Harley, Larry in his Humvee and Arnold in his Chevy truck. The girls all ended up sleeping in the big bed till dawn when a cell-phone shrilled, Inga got up to answer and as soon as she hung up she showered, changed and left too. She left a note for the other two as she ran out. Faith and Banjit did not even stir.

They did not wake up till mid-morning, they kissed softly and passionately like lovers often do, then before they could get carried away Banjit rolled out of bed and ran out of the room. Faith got up ten minutes later and walked into the kitchen where Banjit was pouring some freshly squeezed orange juice, she spoke,

‘Come on lazy bones! Only time for a quick juice before we hit the road, you still have things to try out and adventures to try before you go back Stateside! We have to dress you in some of me special clothes my friend.’ Saying this Banjit placed two glasses of juice on the counter which they drank. She led Faith to the bedroom and after rummaging in her closet she tossed out two seemingly everyday items, both not quite normal.

The first was a strange bra, made of black latex, with cut-outs for the nipples to poke through – but that was not all, right around the edge of the cut-out there was a ring of thicker latex and this contained short sharp nylon pin-pricks, needle sharp and almost inflexible, the bra cups themselves were lined in rough horsehair. The garment looked like a modern version of something designed for the Spanish Inquisition.

The second item of clothing was a pair of black latex panties, high-waisted and high-cut, not too weird so far – till one looked carefully, resting inside the panties were two very different rubber cocks. The one in the front part of the panties was an eight-inch-thick dildo complete with moulded veins and a thick bulbous head, the one in the ass region was a shorter – four inch – but much thicker butt plug also with a thick bulbous head. On top of the front dildo there was also an area full of sharp nylon pin pricks and these would come to rest against the wearer’s clit when properly worn.

Faith picked the items up in turn and just turned them over and over in her hands, amazed at what they looking like and imagining what they would feel like to be worn. It wouldn’t take very long for her imagination to become reality. Banjit nodded at her telling her to put them on.

Together with Banjit’s help she first put on the bra, it was tighter than anything she would normally wear and brought tears to her eyes as soon as she hooked it on. Banjit helped to centre the nipples in their cut-outs and made sure the cups covered her tits well, she then kissed them softly, sucking the nipples to get them more erect, this only served to push the pin-pricks into the soft flesh. Faith squirmed and was rewarded with a slap on the face for this. She could feel she was already creaming herself.

Next up was the dildo panty, Banjit lubed the front dildo and rear butt plug then held the panty open whilst Faith stepped in it, they then slowly moved it up her legs. First the dildo touched the pussy and Banjit manoeuvred it past the already wet labia, she carried on pulling up the panties and then the butt plug made contact with the ass, again Banjit helped ease it into the puckered hole, she pushed it in an inch then once again pulled the panties up.

Inch by inch both invaders wormed their way into Faith’s body, each inch elicited an ‘ooooh!’ or an ‘aaaah! from her. Banjit kept pulling the panties up together with her, finally both silicone cocks completed their journey, they were in to the hilt. The panties were pulled up tight and Faith felt Banjit manipulating something behind her back, she felt the waistband being tightened and then heard a distinct click, this was followed by her bra being tightened slightly and yet another click. She turned to look at Banjit quizzically and was rewarded with yet another slap.

‘Nothing to worry about my beautiful friend just two little padlocks, I wouldn’t want you to remove your pretty underwear if you were to tire of it, I will free you when I see fit, and now for the rest of your wardrobe,’ she handed Faith a formal white cotton blouse; when she put this on it was tight on her and her bra and erect nipples were visible to any casual observer. Next Banjit showed what she had laid on the bed, a formal ladies business suit in navy blue; pencil skirt that stopped four inches above her knees and a smart jacket that covered her bra and nipples. She looked quite demure and no-one would bat an eyelid unless she opened her jacket.

‘Almost complete my lover,’ said Banjit as she went to get a pair of nay blue stilettos, five inch heels with a strange looking wide ankle strap, she held them open for Faith to step into, when she did this Banjit fitted two tiny padlocks in them and locked them up as well. She now looked like any other career woman in Bangkok, almost.

Faith had not seen the complete picture until Banjit took her by the arm and led her to a mirror, the gasp she gave when she saw herself was proof enough that Banjit had done a good job.

The two left the bungalow with Faith teetering on her heels, she had never worn anything higher than two inches. The cocks in her ass and pussy were giving her all sorts of strange feelings, like hot and cold all over. She got in the car and immediately felt them being shoved deeper inside. She settled into a more comfortable position and off they drove.

They drove for an hour on the highway then took a side road into the wilderness. In the distance Faith saw a collection of buildings, as they drove up she saw a sign that read, ‘POPE STUDIOS, making images out of your dreams,’ she opened her mouth wide, these were her late husband’s studios. Banjit drove straight into a marked spot by the main building and they stepped out of the car, Faith glanced back and saw the sign read, ‘Ms B Watt – Director(Staff)’, she was still open mouthed, as they walked towards the entrance she read other parking signs, ‘Mr G Pope – Managing Director’, ‘Ms E Klimova – Director(Production)’, there were others but Banjit quickened her pace and she had to give up reading signs.

By now Faith had realised her husband’s operation was no fly-by-night shoestring operation, what she was seeing was big bucks Hollywood competition, except it could never compete with Hollywood because of the nature of the films, she also realised Banjit was a big player here, just below her husband in the hierarchy! She had better keep her eyes open and her ears peeled. Banjit spoke to her just before they entered the two storey building,

‘Faith, today you will learn a bit more about your late husband’s operation, about my part in it, about the other players, and about yourself. First we will attend a meeting of the company board, remember, you are now the Managing Director and as such they are expecting you, by the way, that explains the business suit. After that we will visit one of the sound studios where they are filming – you may find yourself lending a hand in a movie – then we will visit the editing suite, and finally we will have dinner with the other Director, Ekaterina, known to her friends as Kat.’

They walked into the reception area, all glass and steel with a fountain and white leather settees, grey marble floors and plants everywhere. There were sculptures and easels with paintings and photographs, all of them having an erotic theme, some depicted nude models in various poses, others models participating in sexual acts – some kinky some vanilla. Faith looked around fascinated when the receptionist jumped up and spoke,

‘Miss Watt! Oh my, we have been expecting you, Ms Klimova is upstairs with the rest of the board waiting for you, I will tell them you are on your way, please, Matika will escort you.’ Matika appeared from nowhere, a petite ladyboy with tiny tits and a boyish figure, she was wearing a uniform of short white skirt, tight white blouse and platform wedges, exactly the same as the receptionist Cindy, they both wore name badges. They took the elevator to the first floor and followed Matika to the end of the corridor, the young Thai knocked on a door marked ‘Boardroom’, a voice piped from inside so she opened the door and announced let the visitors enter, he made her exit as she closed the door.

Banjit and Faith walked into the boardroom and a strikingly beautiful brunette, probably in her late thirties, sitting at the head of the table looked their way. She smiled at them, and instantly Faith saw the hatred and loathing hiding behind the smile, the eyes did not lie. The woman got up and spoke,

‘Banjit, welcome back, we haven’t seen you since the last meeting three months ago, and you must be Faith, or should I call you Mrs Pope? I hadn’t even known our Greg had married, you must be quite something to have lured him to the altar!’ join us, we have a lot to discuss.

Faith and the Thai episode – Part 17

They walked to the table in silence and Banjit, who had kept quiet till now led Faith to the head of the table, turned her to face the board and spoke,

‘Ladies, gentlemen, this is Mrs Faith Griffith-Pope, widow of our late boss Mr Pope, Greg. Her lawyers have already been in contact with our lawyers and there is no question about it, Mrs Griffith-Pope is now the Managing Director of this company, as such I would like to lead her to the Chair and be the first to officially welcome her aboard,’ she turned to Faith and spoke again, ‘Welcome Mrs Griffith-Pope.’ Faith smiled and spoke in turn,

‘Banjit, I would like to thank you for the kind words but let me say a few things. First of all when I met Greg I had no idea of the empire he possessed, in fact up until my lawyers spoke to me I still had no idea. Secondly I can see the operation runs like clockwork and I have little idea of the workings so I would like to see the professionals carry on running it – however I will gladly keep on being Managing Director and overseeing the whole operation from afar, I will only visit headquarters for important board meetings. To make sure everything is run properly I will appoint a representative who will rank like me in my absence, I will make the name of this person known shortly. Thirdly I wish to be known officially as Ms Pope but I would want you and the board to call me Faith. Now I would like to know who everyone here is so if you could be so kind as to introduce everyone.’ Faith sat in the Chair as the brunette stepped back abruptly; Banjit smiled and started to explain...

‘The board consists of,

Ms Banjit Wattanamontree, from Phuket Province, Thailand, Director in charge of staff.

Ms Ekaterina Klimova, from Moscow, Russia, Director in charge of production.

Mr Angus McDermott, from Glasgow, Scotland, the company’s accountant (forty years old and slightly effeminate).

Ms Kirsty McMonagle, from Inverness, Scotland, assistant accountant (thirty year old blonde and Mr McDermott’s lover).

Ms Tita Duran, from Cebu City, Philippines, Head of Security (short and stocky forty year old bodybuilder, strictly lesbian).

Ms Lani Doherty from Hawaii, USA and my Assistant (age 22, of Polynesian descent and bi-sexual).

Ms Maria de Medeiros from Lisbon, Portugal, Assistant to Ekaterina (and her 23 year old bi-sexual lover).

Ms Franziska Knuppe from Rostock, Germany, Personal Assistant to the Chairman (also believed to be bi-sexual)

There is also one non-voting member,

Ms Teresa Banham, the Secretary of the Board, from Richmond, England (twenty one years old and strictly lesbian).’

Banjit introduced everyone without revealing the information in brackets, this she would later divulge to Faith in private.

Everyone nodded when they were introduced then they got down to business, reading of minutes, financial report, staff report, security report, any other business, mundane chit-chat, this went on for three hours during which time Faith sweated and squirmed in her seat, she was sure the latex pants must be holding in a quart of sweat and juice whilst her nipples were throbbing as the bra rubbed the areola with its pin pricks. She was longing for the end of the meeting to get away, she needed Banjit to release her from these torture clothes.

Eventually the meeting ended and they all got up, Ekaterina came up to Banjit and totally ignoring Faith spoke,

‘Banjit, I have asked Ms Banham to have all the new contracts ready for my signature later this afternoon, I will send you a list of upcoming productions which you will endorse forthwith.’

Banjit replied,

‘Kat, now that Faith is with us I don’t think there is any justification in your signing anything, you have performed the role of acting Chairman only whilst Greg was outside the country and by his written assent, but now he is gone, we have an heir in the form of Faith and it is her decision who acts for her in her absence. Any temporary agreement he may have signed is now null and void.’ Kat’s eyes sparked with fury, her nostrils flared and she was about to retort when Faith put her hand on her forearm and spoke in a soft voice,

‘Ekaterina, or may I call you ‘Kat’ I would like to immerse myself in the company some more before I decide who will be my representative whilst I am gone, therefore I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t mind my sitting with you this afternoon as I sign the contracts and you can guide me,’ This seemed to assuage Kat’s temper and she nodded assent, Faith continued, ‘I’m going to visit a sound studio first then we can meet for business.’

With that Faith and Banjit left the boardroom accompanied by Lani and Franziska their assistants. As they walked through the studios Banjit kept talking explaining things to Faith until they got to a door marked ‘Sound Studio #3’, there they stopped, Banjit explained.

‘Faith, we need to check the light is green before we can enter, red would mean the cameras are rolling and we wait. The four of us will go in, you, me, Lani and Fran. The crew and models are longing to meet you.’ With that they went in.

The scene being filmed was taking place in the late 19th century, a long hair brunette was tied on a whipping bench and a muscular blonde guy was fucking her in the mouth hard and fast whist a second man with a totally shaved head sodomized her. Her tits hung low because of the two large weights that were clamped to her overstretched nipples. The poor girl had whip marks all across her back and on her ass and hear tears flowed freely.

Around the bed were lights, boom-mikes, cables and cameras, both film and stills; the company not only made movies but they also sold magazines and booklets of the movies. Faith was already at fever pitch from having had the dildo panties on since breakfast and her nipples were killing her, now seeing this made her moan. Lani and Fran looked at her open mouthed whilst Banjit smiled – she knew the secret of course.

As soon they saw a few takes being filmed they chatted to the director and camera crew then left the studio, but not before Faith had asked who the female model was, she made sure Fran noted it. They walked out and Banjit led them to what used to be Greg’s office, they still had time before Faith met with Kat. At the corner of the building was a large oak door with a plaque that read ‘Gregory Pope – Managing Director’, she opened it and they walked in.

It was the most impressive office Faith had ever entered. It wasn’t just an office, it was like a mini apartment, it had a small boardroom table with six chairs, a large chaise longue, a dining table again with six chairs, two large TV screens, a huge oak desk, Greg’s executive chair and two guest chairs on the other side of the desk. In an alcove Faith could see there was a fully fitted kitchenette and at the end of the room there was a sliding partition, partly opened now, that showed a huge king bed, a prie-dieu and other things partially hidden from view.

This office could be used for anything and could easily be someone’s home for weeks if needs be. Banjit turned to their assistants and spoke seriously,

‘Lani, Fran, you both know the rules of the company, anything you ever see or do behind closed doors remains secret and shall never be revealed, breaking this rule means instant loss of employment with no references, no severance pay and no recourse, this was in the contract you signed. You also know the late Mr Pope entertained in this office quite often, I don’t doubt you may have formed part of that entertainment at some point, again I neither know nor care. What I do care about is from this point forwards. Faith is the new owner and MD, but she is also my lover and my sub and we may also entertain at times, and I will definitely want you two to form part of that if you wish. However, if you wish not to be included in this arrangement then I can find alternative posts for you in another company. Just let me know now.’ Lani and Fran looked at her, then at Faith, then at each other. The silence was deafening.

Faith and the Thai episode – Part 18

Then they spoke,

‘Yes please! Count us in!’ the four women huddled together in a group hug, all smiles and kisses. Banjit just added one thing,

‘Remember girls, we already know who our biggest enemy is, she is part of us, she would destroy the three of us if she could, and now Faith too, her ultimate aim is to take over Pope Studios, she thought she had it in her hands when Greg died, luckily I got on the case fast enough to make sure Faith remained above suspicion. If we work as a team we can beat her, I suspect she was behind Greg’s death and I aim to prove it. Meanwhile we must act as if we suspect nothing, we have an hour before Faith has to go sign contracts with her, Fran, you will go with her, you never leave her on her own with Kat, is that clear? She is dangerous,’

Fran frowned and nodded in agreement. Banjit took her in her arms and kissed her on the lips, ‘thank you my angel, it will be good to have you fully on board,’ she said and did the same to Lani, ‘and now let’s make the most of this hour.’

She led the way to the bedroom and placed Faith near the foot of the bed telling her to strip down to her underwear, meanwhile the other three also stripped down.

Banjit only wore a pink thong having no need for a bra, Lani was wearing ivory coloured French knickers and a matching  lacy bra to hold up her 38D tits whilst Fran had a lilac set of cheekini panties and balconette bra. Lani and Fran leaned on each other watching Faith display her beautiful body, they gasped when they realised what she was wearing. Faith stood there waiting.

Banjit went up to her and unlocked her bra and panties, she then called over the other two and between the three of them they showered her with kisses and caresses as they slowly removed the two items. First came the bra, Lani unclipped the bra and started to remove it whilst Fran licked her tortured nipples, they were purple and swollen. Banjit helped remove it altogether and when they did they could see a row of little pinholes around her areola, some had drawn blood and looked painful. Fran licked them better.

They then started to pull down her panties, slowly pulling out the dildo and plug. The dildo slid out easily but the plug stopped at the thick bulge it had in the centre. Lani massaged Faith’s soaking pussy at the same time as Fran gently manipulated the plug till it came out with an audible ‘plop’. The three then played with Faith, kissing her, filling her two hungry hole with their fingers and tongues, they gave her love bites on her inner thighs, her inner arms, nibbled her ears, neck, thighs. All this with her standing up, then they stopped and laid her on the bed, she was totally bare whilst they still kept on their underwear, it was time to pleasure her not them.

Lani and Fran took one tit each and licked and sucked and nibbled it till Faith nearly jumped off the bed, meanwhile Banjit ate out her pussy using her teeth and tongue on her clit, labia and hole. Faith cried out on more than one occasion and the Asian had to gag her to stop the screams.

They kept up the onslaught for a long while until the bed was soaked through with her juice, as to them their panties were all soaking wet too, each girl sporting an impressive wet patch on their crotch. They ripped off their underwear and now all four were naked on the bed. Lani removed the gag and sat on Faith’s face, she wriggled as she settled her pussy down. Meanwhile Fran was busy with something Banjit had given her, it was a big black triple strap-on – one large main dildo for the pussy with a slightly thinner one underneath for the asshole whilst on the inside of the harness sat a short thick dildo for the wearer – she pushed in the wearer’s rubber cock then tightened the harness round her waist and came up to the edge of the bed.

She nudged Faith’s wet pussy with the dildo then as she pushed it in the anal dildo slid into Faith’s still gaping hole. Faith gasped as Fran inserted it for the whole length then started to slowly move it in and out, at the same time she was eating Lani out, her pussy completely shaved and oiled and tasting of coconut and she was loving it.  Lani and Fran leaned towards each other and started to kiss whilst at the same time they fondled each other’s tits.

Meanwhile Banjit went round the bed with two lubricated large Princess Plugs, first she inserted one in Fran then in Lani, the girls started to complain but she just shushed them. Their asses felt full and this only made them double their efforts, Fran fucked Faith harder whilst Lani ground her face down with all her strength. Faith was beside herself with pleasure, she had been primed all morning with the underwear she had been wearing, the dildos front and rear had stretched her and the punishment bar had almost driven her insane with the pin pricks constantly digging into her areola. She had been wet almost since the moment they left Banjit’s bungalow.

Banjit now took three set of nipples clamps. Not too severe ones, with rubber teeth and screw adjustment. She clipped them on all the exposed nipples, each girl gave a squeal when her nips were clamped but not one of them complained. She then hooked Lani’s and Fran’s together so any move one of them made would stretch the other one’s tits. She also hooked Faiths, one tit to Fran and one to Lani, then she took the long flogger, ten inch cock-shaped handle with at least one hundred thin leather strands each twenty inches long.

Banjit started to walk around the girls on the bed randomly striking out with the flogger, sometimes it was Lani’s back, or maybe Fran’s ass, or Faith’s thighs, sometimes any tit, or even feet, legs, arms. Her strokes kept getting harder and more frequent, the girls never knowing where she was going to strike next. All this time Fran was penetrating Faith as hard as she could whilst the crazed Faith was pushing her tongue to impossible depths in Lani’s pussy.

Banjit stopped walking around and stood behind Fran, she now concentrated on her buttocks and spurred her on with the flogger, her strokes were fast and furious and accompanied by cries from her victim, Fran consequently fucked Faith like there was no tomorrow. Almost imperceptibly Fran felt a heat rising up from her innermost soul, a tremble, almost a quake as her orgasm crept in, this must have been felt by Faith whose own climax started to approach as well, she re-doubled her efforts in eating out Lani’s delectable pussy, a pussy which had been drenching her face now for quite a while.

Lani had her eyes closed and mouth clenched, seemingly concentrated and in deep thought, when suddenly her mouth formed a perfect little circle as she let out an ‘oooohhh!’ and an ‘aaaahhh!’. She gritted her teeth then opened her mouth wide as an animal growl seemed to come from her very insides. She shook like a leaf and a banshee wail came out of her Polynesian body as climax after climax raged through her body.

This had the desired effect on Faith who seemed to shiver on the bed, trembling and jumping as if possessed when her orgasm hit her, she could not shout with Lani’s pussy still on her face but a keening sound did emerge from between her legs. She came full force and being a squirter she pumped pussy cum out and all over Fran’s legs.

Fran, poor Fran, she had been the first to start feeling the orgasm approach as a heat rose up inside her yet she had not cum, however when Faith’s hot pussy juice hit her pussy and legs this did it for her, she came with an almighty roar, pumping away like a madman. The three fell in a heap, Banjit was satisfied, this would help cement their bond, they were a team.

Faith and the Thai episode – Part 19

The girls all padded off to the shower room adjoining the bedroom, there was a massive wet floor shower that could fit at least eight, with a marble bench along one wall and a glass wall opposite, it had different shower heads spread out, the shower also had rings set in different places in  the marble wall as well as bars here and there, it was perfect if one wanted to restrain somebody for some reason. But not now.

Now all the girls needed was a relaxing shower, something to wash away the sweat and grime they had picked up. They lathered each other and generally played about for a bit. Once finished they all wrapped up in fluffy towels monogrammed ‘Pope Studios’ and padded out to the main office, Banjit had ordered sandwiches, snacks and drinks from the catering department and that had been laid out whilst they were showering.

They were famished and attacked the food with gusto, they ate and talked non-stop till the plates were left bare. Then Banjit spoke,

‘Ladies, listen carefully, there are contracts to be signed and Ekaterina –  Kat – was expecting to sign them herself as she always did when Greg was away, however Faith threw a spanner in her works by imposing her position as owner and rightful heir to Greg. This means the contracts will now be signed by Faith who has been clever enough to ask Kat to guide her, of course to put Kat even more firmly in her place Faith will NOT join Kat in her office but will instead send for her with the message that the contracts will be signed here. That should really hurt her ego. You can expect Maria to be with Kat of course, Fran, you will remain here with them at all costs, if you need any help you can call for Angus or Kirsty, they are definitely on our side. I need to go with Lani, we have some digging to do and we won’t be back till dinner time. Good luck.’

Banjit and Lani went back into the bedroom to get dressed, when they walked out Banjit told Faith that the day before  she had taken the liberty of making a few phone calls and ordering the re-stocking of the bedroom walk-in closet with all manner of clothes, underwear and shoes for Faith to wear whenever she was in town and came by the studios, she added that she had already laid out what she needed to wear for the meeting with Kat.

As soon as they had left Faith went into the bedroom and on the bed she found a lilac lace balconette bra and thong set, an ivory embroidered cotton blouse, light grey miniskirt, almost-black thigh highs and a pair of black 4-inch court shoes. Not too racy yet not too sedate thought Faith. She got dressed and walked back into the main office, Fran was already dressed in her office clothes and told her she had emailed Kat who was not very happy about having to come to Faith’s office judging from the terse reply, Faith sat at the boardroom table to wait.

They didn’t have long to wait, ten minutes later there was a knock on the door and Faith asked Fran to open it, Kat stood there together with Maria who was struggling with a stack of contracts. Faith stayed sitting and invited Kat and Maria to join her at the table, she sat them on either side of her whilst Fran sat opposite. After the niceties and platitudes were over the contracts were spread out on the table and it all became business.

There was no doubt about it, Kat was superb at her job, she knew who to sign up and on what terms, she briefed Faith well and they sailed through the bulk of the contracts. Maria was efficient and also good even though her English was not always perfect. They were down to the last five and here Faith perceived that not everything was crystal clear, figures didn’t quite make sense to her and she was asking questions that even though Kat was answering adequately seemed to make Maria nervous, too much fidgeting and lip biting.

Faith looked at Fran and saw she too had noticed, she thought they might need to call on help when Kat suggested they have a tea break. Faith agreed, this might allow her time to think, Maria volunteered to make the tea and went to the kitchenette. After a little while she came back with a pot of tea and four cups, she poured and distributed the cups, they began drinking and making small talk for a while.

Faith noticed Kat’s hand kept brushing hers and she kept putting her hand on her knee too, every so often Kat would lean towards her to tell her something ‘in confidence’ and Faith felt Kat’s breasts on her arm, she could feel the Russian’s nipples stiff against her upper arm, it made her nervous and aroused at the same time.

After a while Faith felt light headed, she supposed it must be the tiredness and the strain of having had the dildo panties in for so long. She started to perspire heavily and noticed a heaviness in her limbs, she desperately needed the loo too. She got up and took a step, stumbling in the process, Fran got up to help her, moved towards her then fell in a heap. Faith opened her mouth to scream but no sound came out, only a whisper, she saw Maria reach out to her – or was that two Marias? The room seemed to spin faster and faster and then – nothing.

When Fran woke up they were gone, so were the contracts, the tea, even the smell of Kat’s perfume was gone. There was not a shred of evidence they had even been here. She tried to stay calm, first she checked her phone, the email she had sent to Kat and its reply were both gone, then she checked the office surveillance camera, static, it only showed static and the machine displayed an error message. Not good.

She sent Banjit a brief message and was writing her an email when the phone rang,

‘Fran! What the hell happened? Faith is in grave danger, Lani and I found enough evidence to suggest Kat might have had something to do with Greg’s death, I was about to do some more digging around when your message came in. We know Kat wants to take over the company but since Faith took her rightful position the only way she can now do it is if she gets Faith to sign it over to her, this we need to prevent at all costs!’ Fran started to cry as what had happened hit her, Faith had been kidnapped and there was no evidence the kidnappers had even been here, only her, she feared being implicated. Banjit continued, ‘Fran, go and see Angus and Kirsty, work with them, Lani and I still need to stay here some time yet. Oh, and if his secretary should try to stall you just tell her you want him to find a malt for you.’ Fran hung up not even bothering to ask what that was all about.

She locked everything up and leaving the office hurried off to the Finance Department, there she went up to Angus’s secretary – Fiona Kennedy – and told her she needed to see Angus urgently. Fiona started to tell her that Mr McDermott was busy, he had a meeting and wouldn’t be free today, she went on explaining that maybe next week he might have a free slot – Fran interrupted,

‘Fiona, I need Mr McDermott to find a malt for me.’ Fiona stopped short, got up and told Fran to follow her, she went through a door, then down a short corridor and finally through a padded soundproof door. The sight that met her eyes was one for the books, Mr McDermott – Angus – was on the floor in a doggy position, wearing a leather harness, butt plug sticking out of his ass, weights hanging from clamps tight on his nipples. His assistant Kirsty was also wearing a leather harness with her tits standing out proud whilst she fucked him with a massive strap-on, meanwhile he was giving a blow-job to a very young model who kept thrusting his massive cock into Angus’s mouth.

They froze when they saw Fiona and Fran walk in.

Faith and the Thai episode – Part 20

Kirsty and Angus got up quickly and she spoke,

‘Fiona, we know the only reason you would interrupt us would be for an emergency, and if Fran is with you then we know the emergency is with Faith. Fran, Banjit has kept us up to date with recent events and alerted us something might happen, that’s why we set up the code word ‘malt’. Angus and I will be with you as soon as we get dressed.’ Whilst she had been speaking Angus had dismissed the model and got rid of all he had on, he then dressed in a chambray shirt and chinos. Kirsty took her harness off and just pulled on a white cotton g-string and a flowery summer dress, they then walked out of the room and into their large conference room.

All four sat at the table whilst Fran told her story, they kept interrupting her with questions asking who said what and when, who moved where and what did she do? This took thirty minutes easily but by the end of it Angus, Kirsty and Fiona knew as much of the events as if they’d been there themselves.

Kirsty spoke,

‘I think it’s safe to assume Kat and Maria would have moved Faith away from the studios, they will want her to sign power of attorney or power of representation in their favour and for that they will need a secluded place and time. If Faith is as strong as I take her to be from what I saw this morning she will be able to hold out for some time, it is during this time that we must find her – otherwise Kat takes over the company and then we are lost.’ The others nodded in agreement.

‘But where could she have hidden her?’ asked Fran as she looked around. The other girls had worried looks too but then they all noticed Angus had a smug look on his face. They looked at him quizzically.

‘W-w-well l-l-ladies, for once I-m-m-may have the upper hand!’ he stammered as he always did when nervous, ‘I h-h-handle all the company’s transactions and the r-r-rules state that any transaction over US$100,000 involving a b-b-board member has to go through m-m-me. W-w-well... Ms Klimova purchased an abandoned fort in Phra Pradaeng, f-f-first she said it was f-f-for location filming then she said it was f-f-for her private use as a company retreat. A-a-after she bought it nothing m-m-more was heard, let’s look there.’

Kirsty went up to Angus and kissed him in the mouth,

‘Angus, you are a star! Let’s get the details of where this fort is and let’s find it. I think we need to tell Banjit though.’ She dialled Banjit’s number but her phone was out of coverage, she left her a message and they devised a plan. Angus and Fiona would search the records to find the property deeds of the fort and so get its co-ordinates, meanwhile Fran and Kirsty would get Tita to organise a security detail and two 4x4s, they would need some muscle if their suspicions were correct.

Tita was found in her little office in the basement, as usual she was sitting in the surveillance booth scanning security cameras and looking over security reports. Kirsty knocked on the glass surrounding the booth and Tita looked up a bit surprised, she normally wasn’t visited by other board members. She got up but not before calling in a substitute to keep scanning the screens, she left the booth and walked with her visitors to her desk.

Fran and Kirsty explained the situation whilst Tita looked more and more worried, she spoke in her curious combination of American English and Spanish.

‘Ay, madre mia! La seńorita Faith has been kidnapped by that puta Katerina, that woman only wants the company for herself. I will get a good team together, not just any team but el mejor, you stay calm mi nińa, Tita will make sure we succeed,’ she picked up a phone and started talking in a combination of fast Spanish and Filipino with a bit of English here and there. ‘You two need to change into something more suitable chicas, something you can get dirty in, go and meet me in the garage in half an hour, venga go!’

Fran was still in her formal office wear and Kirsty the thin summer dress so they went to their own offices to change. Every employee of Pope Studios had at least a wardrobe in the studios which they used to store various outfits; board members and other senior members of staff also had small bedrooms they could use for overnight stays.

The girls had agreed they would wear rugged clothes so they both picked white T-shirts, cargo pants, beige in both cases,  and work boots all over plain comfortable underwear, they called Fiona and Angus to tell them of the arrangements then carried on. Kirsty was ready first and picked up Fran from her office, they took the elevator down to the garage. They got there and found Angus and Fiona waiting for them, Fiona was also in beige cargo pants but with a red T-shirt whilst Angus had on his camouflage cargo pants with a pink T-shirt.

They didn’t have long to wait, two massive black Humvees appeared out of the subterranean levels of the garage, they stopped, Tita emerged from the first vehicle whilst the security detail jumped out of the second. Tita then introduced the members of the detail,

‘Ladies and gentleman, I present my  ‘B’ team, why not the ‘A’ team you may ask? Because they are a TV joke whereas mine are the Best, so it’s the ‘Best’ team. We have Amalia, Bea, Gloria and Sofia, I would trust them with my life. They are all expert in hand-to-hand combat as well as being proficient in all firearms. Added to this Amalia is an expert archer, Bea  an explosives expert, Gloria a communications and surveillance ace whilst Sofia is a top driver, she will drive vehicle 2. I will drive vehicle 1 with you four in it; Mr McDermott, do you have the co-ordinates we need?’

Angus handed over a piece of paper with GPS coordinates, Tita put them into the Humvee’s SatNav and let the computer calculate the route. She then spoke,

‘Team, the navigation computer tells us it should take two hours, I intend to do it in an hour and a half so let’s get going!’ the four companions piled into Tita’s vehicle while the security team rolled in vehicle 2, they left the garage at a fast pace and were soon on the open road.

The next hour was hell for them as all sorts of scenarios went through their minds, the four of them had visions of a Faith forced to sign under pain of death, or Faith being tortured to sign, they also had thoughts of Faith being mortally wounded and left to die, or even drugged to comply. The sooner they got there the better.

Along the way Tita had called Banjit giving her a rundown of the situation and appraising her of her plans. Unfortunately Banjit could not call in any help from the police because of certain facts she had learned within the last two hours, she told Tita she would explain later but for the moment they were on their own.

They took a turning into a minor road that led straight into the Bangkok forest, rugged woodlands which looked spooky in the falling daylight. The SatNav kept them in this road for almost twenty minutes then turned them into a dirt-track, bumpy and pot-hole ridden, but the Humvee made light work of this.

In the distance they saw the dark outline of high walls, they slowed down and Tita turned off the truck’s lights. They drove slowly to the edge of the woodland cover and stopped the two vehicles, they emerged in silence. Tita spoke on her throat mike to her team then to the four companions.

‘This is the property, we will advance quietly and check that they are here, then we’ll take it from there. From this moment on you take your orders from me, comprende?’ Angus and the girls nodded in agreement and followed Tita.

Ahead of them stood the walls of a fort with an open entrance, through it they could see a lit building, from it came loud noises and shouts, perhaps the occasional scream, they couldn’t quite make it out. Tita ordered her team in to carry out a recce and report back. Like wraiths the girls melted into the darkness; nothing seemed to be happening, then Tita’s radio crackled faintly, she spoke in Filipino then turned to Angus and the others,

‘Ms McMonagle, Ms Knuppe, Mr McDermott, Ms Kennedy the situation is malo malo, we need to go in now. It may be ugly, you four stay here no matter what.’ Tita took out her sidearm and disappeared into the darkness.

Faith and the Thai episode – Part 21

...someone holding her down, her hands tied to the bench... her panties being pulled down... the loud voice of the housemistress, Sister Anne... the feel of leather against her ass, the strokes beating down over and over, no mercy... the sound of a strap on naked flesh, the screams of a beaten teenager, the sounds of a struggle...

‘Noooo! Please Sister! I didn’t do it, please believe me Sister, I never took the rosary, I don’t know how it got to my night table but I never took it! Sister Anne please, Sister you must believe me please! Stop! It hurts too much, please, no more!’

The strap beat down on her bare ass for a long time, she cried herself hoarse, Sister Ann never even answering her, only shouting one word over and over,

‘Thief! Thief! Thief!’...

...’Thief! Thief! Thief! You stole my company! Greg was just my cameraman and he ended up owning the whole company only because he bailed me out when I needed a loan, and now I almost had it back when you had to turn up! Thief! I will beat you senseless and then you will sign control over to me! The company should be rightfully mine!’

Faith drifted in and out of consciousness... was the pain of the strap beating down on her ass real? Where was she? Who were these women she could only see as blurs? Sister Anne? Sister Mary? Was it them? Why weren’t they wearing their habits or wimples?

‘...Sister nooo! I didn’t steal the rosary! Please Sister Ann, mercy please!’ she cried inconsolably but the Sister’s words kept beating in her head...

‘Thief! You stole what was rightfully mine! Thief!’...

...’Thief! You married Greg to take my company over! You knew he owned a film studio, he must have told you!’ Kat kept on screaming at Faith as she beat her mercilessly. The poor girl’s ass was a mass of bruises and where the tip of the strap had hit her there were beads of blood beginning to form.

The Portuguese assistant Maria held Kat’s arm momentarily and spoke,

‘Senhora Ekaterina, ter um descanso agora, deixar a menina recuperar alguns minutos caso contrário ela será inútil para nós!’ Kat looked at her with fire in her eyes but the flame died down and she nodded,

‘You are right Maria, we need to let Faith recover for a while, she is delirious, the combination of the drug you gave her and the beating is making her hallucinate,’ Maria looked at Faith’s naked body and licked her lips saying,

‘Ela precisa ter sua bunda e boceta fodido duramente Senhora! Let me do it with strap-on Senhora, posso Senhora?’ Kat answered,

‘Later my little one, later. That will be your reward, but first we need her to sign the power of attorney. When you have had  your fun with her then I think a little traffic accident might be in order for our American friend.’

Faith was unconscious once more; they let her rest for a while then shook her awake. Kat spoke to her,

‘Faith, listen carefully, do you recognise me? Can you see me clearly? Who am I?’ Faith looked at her and nodded, she replied,

‘Ekaterina Klimova, Kat to her friends. Why am I tied down, why have you been beating me, where am I?’ she was awake and totally alert now, no fuzziness any more. Kat spoke to her,

‘Faith, it doesn’t matter where we are, it only matters that your friends cannot find you, they never will, well at least not alive. For the answers to your other questions I must first tell you a story...]

‘Ten years ago I was running a small porn movie operation under the name ‘Ova Movies’, all mine and making good money. Then I hired an upcoming young cameraman, Greg, and the income trebled. He wasn’t good, he was excellent, with him any scene became memorable. His income as cameraman was almost as high as mine! Then I made a mistake, I failed to pay protection money to the local mob, the next month the police raided the studios, drugs were found in my office as well as copies of snuff movies, the whole operation was closed down and I was thrown in jail. Lucky for Greg he was not officially on the books so was never arrested. I needed half a million US dollars to pay off the mob and the crooked police chief to make the evidence disappear. Greg was prepared to put up the money – on condition I sign the company over to him, he promised I would remain his number two and I would replace him if he ever left or disappeared. I agreed and we signed the deal, all the evidence disappeared and I was released. Greg re-opened the studios under the new name and together we made it what it is today. So you see my dear Faith, the company is rightfully mine!’

Faith took only a moment to answer,

‘Kat, I don’t doubt your story, but I would rather we go back to the studios and discuss it there, with the rest of the board. If Greg wanted you to be his successor why did he have two Directors on an equal footing? No, I won’t sign anything yet, sorry.’

Kat’s face became one of fury, she turned to Maria and ordered her to get the knout; she hissed at Faith,

‘Well well, the new girl wants to play tough does she? The Russian knout was used to break tens of thousands of enemies of the regime since it was invented by Ivan the Great; twenty rawhide strips each two feet long with a knot every three inches attached to a two foot handle, I will use it to break you! It has also killed thousands, keep that in mind!’ with that she took the knout from Maria and stepped back a short distance.

She raised it over her shoulder and brought it down with all her force on Faith’s buttocks, a full five seconds passed after the thud before the poor girl let out an almighty wail, she raised it again this time aiming lower down the buttocks; this elicited another wail from the victim. The next stroke was just on the bottom edge of the buttocks and Faith wailed like a banshee.

Kat stopped and smoothed the rawhide strips out, some of the knots had drawn blood and she cleaned it with a wet chamois. She smiled at Faith as she sobbed and placing a contract in front of her asked her if she was ready to sign.

‘No! Not ever!’ shouted Faith between sobs. Kat raised the knout again and the next stroke hit the junction of thigh and buttocks, not many people realise this is one of the most sensitive spots in the body. Faith screamed in pain and did not have time to recover when another and then another stroke caught her in the same spot. Then it stopped.

‘Ready to sign? Because if the answer is ‘No’ again then this time when I take up my knout I will not stop, I will hit stroke after stroke until I break you or kill you. In either case the company becomes mine!’ she raised the knout when once again Maria held her arm and spoke,

‘Minha senhora, se vocę matá-la significará explicaçőes ŕ polícia. deixe-me tentar em vez.’ Kat was furious at Maria’s intervention and wielded the knout wildly on her not looking where she was hitting. Maria fell to her knees and cowered, covering her head with her arms, Kat ripped Maria’s thin dress off so as to better hit her. A criss-cross of fresh weals were exposed on Maria’s back and buttocks, some were dark purple whist others showed spots of caked blood.

This was not all, Maria’s back also bore old scars, evidence of a lifetime of abuse at the hands of someone more powerful than her. Kat kicked Maria over and screamed at her to leave the room, she didn’t need her help to break Faith. She turned back to the American as Maria scurried out of the room.

Kat turned back to Faith and again raised her arm ready to let the knout fall again.

Faith and the Thai episode – Part 22

Tita was like a shadow in the dark, in seconds she was with the rest of her team, they all donned re-breather masks with night sights. Tita raised her hand and gave a few hand signals, the team deployed. Amalia took position behind a tree covering the entrance, Bea and Sofia took a window to the left of the entrance door whilst Gloria and she got ready to break down the door. They stood by their positions and heard as Kat screamed at Maria and the sounds of leather meeting flesh.

Tita raised her hand and made a gesture, Bea threw something through the open window, a smoke grenade, at the same time Tita and Gloria used a ram to break open the door. Whilst Bea and Sofia jumped in through the window Tita and Gloria run in the door. Screams and shouts were heard as well as muffled explosions, smoke emanated from the building.

Amalia saw someone jumping out of a window further away and try to run, she drew her bow and fired an arrow fitted with a tranquilizer head, whoever it was fell almost instantaneously.  In five minutes it was all over, Tita came out dragging a handcuffed Kat whilst Gloria and Sofia carried an unconscious Faith. Amalia had found her mark, it was Maria, so she slung her over her shoulder walked back with the others.

At this sight the four board members run up and to help carry Faith bur Tita shooed them off, they got back to the Humvees and stopped to wait for Bea, her job wasn’t over yet. Whilst they were waiting they locked Kat and Maria in the rear section of one of the Humvees whilst they carefully lay Faith face down in the back of the other one, but not without first giving her a sedative shot.

They all piled in and waited, a few minutes later Bea appeared running fast, she dived into the second Humvee and the two vehicles sped away. Thirty seconds later an explosion was heard and a fireball erupted behind them, the fort building had been blown up, no more hideout for Kat and her mob friends.

They made their way back to the studios at a slower pace than they had used to get here, they didn’t want to run the risk of being stopped by the police and having to explain away the two handcuffed women. During the journey Tita called Banjit and informed her of their success, she smile as she told her this and just nodded at what she was told in return.

By the time they returned to the studios it was nearly 3am, they had called ahead and a stretcher was waiting for Faith. The waiting medics placed her carefully on it and then rushed her to the medical wing where the resident medical team, headed by Dr Marguerite Sabličre, would take care of her. They had to check her and assess the damage she had suffered, then and only then could they begin her recuperation.

Tita and her team melted into the background before Fran and the others could thank them, she made a mental note to talk to Banjit about the excellent job they had done. The four of them chatted for a while and realised they were still too excited to turn in, they decided to have a nightcap somewhere. Kirsty suggested they go with her to her apartment in the accommodation wing, she had never bothered finding a place to live in Bangkok being quite content living in the apartment she had first been offered as a temporary measure.

She opened the door and they all settled down in the sofas and settee in her large living room, there was a wet bar in the corner and she invited everyone to help themselves. Once they all had a drink they sat back and chatted a while, and had a second drink, and a third.

Kirsty got up and put some music on, she stood in front of the others and started dancing, she stripped down to her plain white cotton panties then caressed her body as she swayed to the music. Fiona joined her on the carpet taking off everything except her plain pink panties. They also caressed each other and kissed slowly and sensuously letting their hands roam over each other bodies.

Fran felt left out and decided she was joining in too; she stripped but left her plain blue thong on then joined the other two girls. They looked like one undulating monster with six arms and six legs; they danced and touched till it got too difficult for them to remain standing so they lay down on the giant woolly rug discarding their panties in the process, very soon they were all over each other.

Angus took off his T-shirt and pants and watched the spectacle as he slowly rubbed his cock over his boxers. The girls had settled into an interesting configuration. Fran was laid out on the floor, Kirsty sucked her tits and nibbled on her nipples whilst Fiona ate out her pussy, she was getting the licking of her life. Fran moaned and fidgeted and was getting very wet, Fiona used her fingers on her and pushed in two then three digits up to the knuckles, she made sure they were well coated in pussy juice and then she slowly inserted her middle finger in Fran’s asshole.

This made Fran arch her back off the rug but Kirsty pushed her back down again, she stopped and kissed Fran in the mouth, a deep long hard kiss, from the heart. Fran responded in kind, she loved this. Meanwhile Fiona finger fucked her in pussy and ass at the same time, slowly bringing her to fever pitch.

Kirsty beckoned Angus over and he removed his underpants as he moved towards the girls. She directed him to fuck Fran in the mouth as she turned the girl’s head sideways. Fran opened expectantly as he slowly inserted his large circumcised cock; she held his balls and squeezed them gently as he gently penetrated her. She sucked him for a while making his cock throb and turn a deep red, Angus looked at Kirsty and mouthed the word ‘please’; she knew exactly what he needed.

Angus was bi-sexual but his overriding preference was for young men, he was also very submissive and Kirsty was his Domme. He would fuck anything if Kirsty so demanded it of him, she had also taught him – with the help of the cane and the tawse – how to pleasure a woman and he had become an expert. However, he loved his little toys and often asked Kirsty to let him use them as part of their sex-play.

She got up and opened a drawer in one of the cabinets taking out a few things; she came back lubing an extra-large Princess Plug firmly which she firmly inserted into Angus’s asshole. He sighed as she did this, then withdrew his cock from Fran’s mouth and offered it to Kirsty. She took a short leather strap which she wrapped around his cock and balls and buckled it tightly; she then took a second wide strap which she also buckled tightly but this one just above his balls. This pulled his balls away from his cock which now stood thick and purple, finally she took a cum stopper and lubricated it well, she pushed it firmly into his piss hole until the cock ring slipped past the glans and nestled under it.

Kirsty then moved Fiona out of the way and angled Fran’s legs as Angus shuffled forwards, his thick glans nudged her pussy and Kirsty took hold of it and guided into Fran’s receptive hole, she urged Angus further forwards so his cock completely filled her dripping hole. She felt his thickness and how it throbbed, the cock ring rubbing against her clit as he penetrated her.

Fiona was not going to be left out of this, she knelt on Fran’s face and eased herself down on it, she then tweaked Fran’s nipples and spoke sharply,

‘Eat me out woman! I need you to eat me out!’ she was already hot from everything and was desperate for an orgasm. Kirsty smile at this and left Angus to fuck Fran unsupervised, he would do nicely knowing that if he let Kirsty down he would be very sorry for the next few days if not weeks.

Kirsty went to pick up a magic wand and plugging it in she played it on Fiona’s clit at the same time as Fran ate her out, Fiona yelped when she first felt the vibrations on her little button and found it hard to stay on Fran’s face with all that. The more that Kirsty used it on her the more she wanted to squirm.

They were slowly going towards a combined orgasm, Fran was the first to get there, Angus’s onslaught with his massive cock was just too much to bear and she tried to lift herself off the floor as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure hit her. In her climax she bit down on Fiona’s clit which took her over the edge too, coming with screams and shouts. Two satisfied women.

Kirsty smiled and pulled back on Angus who could not cum with his cock and ball restraints on, she pushed him back on the rug and straddled him, she then rode him to her climax, cumming after only five minutes riding him. She fell back onto the rug satisfied; Angus looked at her with pleading eyes.

‘No Angus, not this time, you are not allowed a climax yet, your time will come.’

Faith and the Thai episode – Part 23

‘…Sister Florence… water please… I’m so thirsty… Sister, my backside hurts so much, my thighs, please, I need more lotion.’ Faith cried like a baby as the pain wracked through her, eventually she cried herself to sleep. She woke up in the dark... ‘Sister Florence, Sister are you there...? Sister why did Sister Agnes have to beat me so hard? I didn’t steal her rosary, I promise! Sister, please tell her please,’ the little girl sobbed for a while then went quiet.

‘...Sisterrrr!!! Please it hurts so so much, please more lotion, Mommy!! Where’s my mommy?? Sister Florence! Is Sister Agnes still mad at me? Please keep her away from me, she hurt me loads. I want my Mommy!!’

‘...Nurse... water please… I’m so thirsty… nurse, my backside hurts so much, my thighs, please, I need more lotion.’ Faith cried like a baby as the pain wracked through her, eventually she cried herself to sleep. She woke up in the dark... ‘Nurse are you there...? Faith sobbed for a while then went quiet.

Faith awoke with a start, she was lying face down and she had a terrible numbness in her backside, no pain now, only numbness. The sun was streaming through the windows, what time was it? What day of the week was it? Faith was completely confused, she tried to move and let out a cry, the pain hit her in waves.

The cry alerted the nurses who came running in together with a strikingly beautiful woman in a white lab coat who looked at Faith and smiled a big friendly smile. This put Faith at ease and he asked of them,

‘Where am I? What happened? Where are my friends?’ The others in the room all laughed and the woman in the white lab coat came up to her and pulled a stool to the bed, she sat on it and answered,

‘Madame Pope, you are in the studio’s medical wing, you were brought in three days ago. I am Dr Marguerite Sabličre and Staff Nurse Jones will answer your questions. Now you need your rest, I will inform your friends you are awake and they can see you later.’ Faith wanted to get up but realised she was restrained to the bed, she was also quite naked. ‘Please, I need things explained...’ Staff Nurse Jones went up to her and spoke quietly.

‘Ms Pope, you need to rest. When you were brought in your back, buttocks and thighs were quire damaged, presumably with some kind of whip and you have needed a lot of work to make sure there was no permanent damage to your spine. Dr Sabličre has worked very hard on you but unfortunately there are marks that will be with you forever, the person responsible should be put away for a long time!’ Faith nodded, she closed her eyes and lay her head down to rest a while.

When she next woke up it was late afternoon. She pressed the call button and two nurses came in, one of them spoke,

‘Ms Pope, Doctor has told us we are to put some of this aloe gel on your scars then turn you over; you need to start your road to recovery. We’ve brought you a nightdress, you have visitors later.’ Faith found this cheered her up, she so wanted to talk to people, to get back to normality. The nurses sat her up and helped her put on a pink nightdress, like a T-shirt with three buttons down the front with little flowers embroidered on the front – very girlie, this made Faith shed a tear as she remembered the nightmares she had the first two nights on the medical wing. There was a knock on the door and she gave a start almost expecting Sister Agnes to walk in with her heavy strap!

It seemed a whole delegation had walked in! There was Banjit, Lani, Fran, Angus, Kirsty and a curly haired young girl she didn’t recognise, they all stood around the bed looking at her, Banjit spoke,

‘Faith, we have been so worried for you, it has been three long days for us but the Doctor has told us you are now on the road to recovery. You’ll be out of the medical wing in a few days and then what you do will be up to you.’

Faith had so many questions; she wanted to know what had become of Kat, of Maria? What about the cremation of her late husband’s body? Who had rescued her? Who was that lovely looking curly haired girl who kept smiling at her with a twinkle in her eyes? The answers came thick and fast, one by one they answered all their questions.

Banjit went first,

‘Well, Lani and I first went to Kat’s apartment in downtown Bangkok, we broke in and turned the place over, we found evidence Kat had connections with the mob and had indeed been making snuff films when she had been arrested all those years ago. We found a notebook with some names and numbers; we chased those up and found that every time she acted for Greg she had been skimming funds into a secret private account. We also found she owned a second property in the woods; we went there and found Greg’s missing clothes as well as enough drugs to have killed the whole board of directors.’

Lani continued,

‘Banjit called her colleagues at police HQ and they sent a forensics team over there, as soon as we learnt you had captured Kat and Maria we rushed back here to talk to them. We interrogated them separately and played good-cop/bad-cop. Kat admitted nothing at first, even when confronted with the evidence we had gathered. Eventually Maria broke; Banjit had threatened her with making sure she would spend a minimum thirty years in the toughest women’s prison in Thailand, that the suicide rate there was the highest in any prison and after that if she survived they would deport her after confiscating any funds she had in any financial institution.’

Banjit went on, ‘Maria cut a deal and confessed to everything but of course claimed she was only following orders from Kat, after that we went to Kat and repeated everything Maria had said, so Kat tried to cut a deal but it was too late, Maria had got there first. The police collected enough evidence to put them both away for murder, Kat will probably do thirty to life whereas Maria, who was acting under orders and cut a deal, will probably get out after eight to ten.’

Fran spoke now,

‘Your husband’s cremation took place yesterday, the whole board attended and the ashes are now in an urn in your office, you decide what you will do with them.’

Angus spoke next,

‘With the exception of Banjit and Lani who were investigating Kat the rescue was organised by the rest of us here but was expertly executed by Tita and four of her girls, Amalia, Bea, Gloria and Sofia. It was exciting but dangerous.’

Finally Kirsty had her say,

‘Faith, this charming girl with the twinkling eyes is Fiona, she’s the secretary and receptionist to the accounts section but has worked tremendously hard since the day she joined us!’ Faith looked at Fiona and the others then spoke,

‘I am so grateful to all of you for everything, you have no idea how much I appreciate it. I still have gaps in my memory, especially between my being in my office to my waking up here, I’m hoping it will come back. As soon as I am out of here we need to have an urgent board meeting to appoint two new people to the missing positions.’ Staff Nurse Jones walked in and shooed everybody out, Faith needed her rest. As soon as they were out she gave her a sedative and she dozed off.

…young Faith tossed and turned in her sleep, she felt hot and sweaty. She tore at her nightdress in an effort to beat the heat then felt a cold flannel on her forehead cooling her down. The flannel was taken away then she felt it on her teenage breasts, her little nipples growing stiff and hard. She felt a shiver all the way down to her fuzzy—haired pussy, it felt warm and wet. The flannel was removed and put back on her breasts again and again, the nipples were rock hard. The flannel was removed one last time and a finger started to play with her little nub in her pussy slit.

She was getting all nervous; she had never felt like this before. The finger went on teasing her stiff button, she had never noticed how nice it felt when played with. Faith tried to move but a hand held her down. She noticed a heat between her legs which spread all over her body, a strange but nice feeling surged through her and she noticed the bed and her legs were all wet, but it wasn’t pee! She had her first climax.

Faith woke up in the medical facility, she knew where she was, she knew who she was, she also knew she had just been given a climax and as a result had wet the bed. But by whom?

Faith and the Thai episode – Part 24

Angus stood in one corner of Kirsty’s living room with his nose to the wall and his hands on his head; he was totally naked and his ass sported twelve purple welts from a caning he had just received from her. They were perfectly parallel and perfectly spaced from the centre of the buttocks to the thighs, his face was streaked with the tears he had shed and he still sniffled. Kirsty sat on a sofa, sling-backs on, one stockinged leg crossed over the other and her shoe dangling from her foot. She looked at him and spoke,

‘You are contemptible! How dare you tell Faith the rescue was *exciting but dangerous*, the woman is recovering from an ordeal and the last thing she needs is to worry about us! You insensitive oaf! You haven’t been allowed to climax for a whole month, tonight I was going to give you a blow job and allow you to cum as a reward for being so good during the rescue but now instead you have an evening of pain and discomfort to look forward to! I have a good mind to deny your orgasm for yet another month at least, maybe lock your cock in your little cage! Stay there till I say so and don’t you dare move! You won’t be having an orgasm tonight but I definitely will!’  The doorbell rang; Kirsty got up and walked out to open the door.

Fiona stood there, hands akimbo, dressed in a short black dress that only went down to mid-thigh. She was wearing black stiletto sandals on bare feet. Kirsty looked back at her and her eyes went from her heard to her toes and back again smiling her approval. Kirsty was wearing a white mini-dress, ivory self-supporting stockings and a pair of sling-back shoes in white.

Neither of the girls wore a bra though in Kirsty’s case this was more obvious the white dress letting her erect dark nipples and areolas show through. Fiona walked in and giggled when she saw Angus’s ass,

‘I see you’ve started to have fun without me, not fair!’ she walked up to him and touched his ass with her fingers, feeling the raised welts, he winced as she did this, she rewarded that with three hard slaps and a sharp rebuke. Kirsty handed her a leather crop,

‘My darling Fiona, why don’t you catch up? Give him twelve with the crop whilst I pour us some chilled Chardonnay I have ready. I’m sure he needs it.’ Angus mumbled something, Kirsty heard him and spoke again, ‘in fact, he may need more than twelve, judging by his attitude, give him eighteen, that will prepare him for what’s to come!’ Angus’s lower lip trembled as Fiona took his arm and moved him towards the other sofa, she put him over the back with his head and arms hanging down. She raised her arm above her shoulder then brought down the crop hard on the centre of his buttocks.

Falling on his already hurting ass the stroke made him cry out, this only spurred on Fiona who used the crop on him twice more in rapid succession. He now had three very red stripes in between the purple welts, they very quickly formed raised ridges to match the existing ones. He cried with each stroke and Fiona spoke,

‘Angus, Angus, Angus... will you never learn? The more you cry out the harder and faster I will punish you. Keep quiet and it will be better for you.’ Angus sobbed. Fiona took up the crop again, raised it and brought it down lower down his ass, he gritted his teeth and grunted. The next four strokes went slowly down to the bottom of his ass cheeks. Eight beautiful raised welts in a dark shade of red now adorned his backside in addition to Kirsty’s purple ones.

She grazed her nails over his ass, stopping to feel his welts. They felt hot, very hot, even the purple ones, he grimaced as she did this. Fiona raised the crop again and brought it down vertically, crossing the existing stripes. She did this four more times, his grunts became more high-pitched and desperate. She still had five more to go and she was going to make them memorable. She spoke to him,

‘We are down to the last five, these I want you to count, thank me and then ask for the next one. Failure to do this means I repeat the stroke, is that clear?’ Angus tried to nod in his upside down position as he mumbled a ‘Yes’. Fiona raised her arm and swung her body to bring down the crop with all her weight behind it, it landed diagonally across his ass, he stiffened and wailed,

‘Onnnnne! Thank you Miss, please may I have another one?’ Fiona answered,

‘Of course you can my worm, of course you can,’ she moved to the other side and repeated her blow but in the opposite direction. He now had a large red ‘X’ on his ass crossing all previous welts. He wailed again, his tears flowed freely making the sofa wet. He blubbered,

‘Twooooo! Thank you Miss, please may I have another one?’ Fiona smiled and said,

‘Angus, the last three will be on your thighs, very hard, I will still expect you to count them so get ready!’ he grunted as she raised the crop, she brought it down with all her weight hitting him on the very crease between thighs and buttocks, he almost straightened out as he let out a long pained wail, he screamed out ‘Three-ee-ee thank you Miss! Please may I have another one?’ She raised the crop again and brought it down on his thighs an inch under the last stroke.

His hands flew to his thighs and held them tight, he cried uncontrollably, his tears unstoppable. Fiona waited for him to count the stroke but he just held tight as she tapped his thighs with the crop. Three whole minutes passed and no count came from him. She snarled,

‘Bad boy! That one does not count, I will take the stroke again and you have earned an extra one, therefore after that one you still have two more to go. Angus blubbered,

‘Yes-s-s Miss, understood,’ she raised the crop and brought it mercilessly down on his thigh, ‘Aaaa-h-h, Four miss! Thank you Miss, please may I have another one?’, Fiona smiled and gave him another hard stroke, ‘Nnn-g-g-g, Five miss! Thank you Miss, please may I have another one?’ She spoke softly,

‘Last one Angus, after it I want you to thank me and ask to kiss the crop.’ He nodded as she brought the crop back and twisted well away from him, she then swung round with all the weight and brought the crop hard down on the sit-spot again, his hands flew to the crease and through clenched teeth he grunted,

‘Aaaaayyy! Ssss-s-six miss! Thank you Miss, please may I kiss the crop?’ she brought the crop to his lips and he kissed it reverently, Fiona took his hand and had him stand up, she then took him back to the wall and stuck his nose in the corner ordering him not to move. His ass and thighs were a mass of red and purple raised welts each very hot to the touch. He stood there sobbing, tears streaming down his face and dripping to the ground.

Kirsty had been sitting on the other sofa watching the show and was impressed, she hadn’t seen Angus beaten so comprehensively by someone other than her in a long time, she should really let others use him more often. Fiona walked up to her and took a sip of the Chardonnay waiting on the low table; she took Kirsty’s hand and pulled her up into her arms. The girls kissed each other desperately; Angus’s beating had excited both of them, their pussies hot and wet.

They let their hands roam over each other, Kirsty particularly loved Fiona’s breasts, large yet firm globes with long erect nipples, whilst Fiona loved to fondle Kirsty’s bottom, firm and muscular as a result of the gym work she did. Fiona kissed Kirsty all over her face whilst her hands gripped her ass, as she did this she slowly pulled up Kirsty’s dress and was soon gripping her bare ass cheeks. She pushed Kirsty away a moment to look at her and gestured for her to remove the dress, she was left standing in a tiny gossamer-like triangle supported on her pussy by the thinnest string sides Fiona had ever seen. Kirsty pulled on Fiona’s dress and helped her remove it, the Irish girl stood there in a sheer black Agent Provocateur string.

Fiona pushed Kirsty back onto the settee and knelt between her legs, she started nibbling through the gossamer that passed for knickers whilst Kirsty moaned turned on as she already was from Angus’s beating at both their hands. Fiona the string thong off and was pleasantly surprised to find Kirsty had shaved completely, not a hair to be seen or felt. She remembered the last time she had seen this pussy it had been an unkempt mess, the auburn curls only just kept from poking out the sides of the panties. It was her who had gently suggested to Kirsty that a visit to the studios all-body stylist might be in order.

She eagerly ate the Scot out, spurred on by the moans and groans and sounds of a girl being pleasured. She pushed her finger into Kirsty’s hole and slowly played it in and out, she wet it liberally with cunt juice then worked her way down to Kirsty’s puckered asshole. She rubbed her finger at the entrance then pushed in insistently in, it did not take much effort for the finger to break through the plane of the sphincter and once it was in Fiona finger fucked her first with one, then two, then three fingers. Meanwhile she continued to suck and bite her clitoris; she bit on the labia pulling them away from the body. Eventually Kirsty came to a noisy, wet orgasm. Angus was hearing all this and he was wondering if he would ever be allowed to orgasm.

Fiona looked at Kirsty and whispered something in her ear, Kirsty thought for a moment then nodded in assent. Fiona got up and went to Angus, she brought him to the centre of the living room stood him there still with his hands on his head. She put him in a leather harness, this had straps buckled around his neck, chest, thighs and hips, it also had a strap that had a metal cock ring and a wide leather part that went under his crotch and up the back to be buckled to the neck one.

She oiled a thick butt plug and pushed that in him then working the crotch strap over it and buckling it tightly at the rear of the hip strap having passed his cock and balls through the ring in front. She placed wrist restraints on him and clipped those to the thighs straps, now there was no way he could use those hands unless she or Kirsty wanted him to. Fiona now put a blindfold on him and slowly worked the cock and balls making sure the cock was well engorged and the balls full of cum! He was sweating and his cock was bobbing eagerly, throbbing, its head a deep shade of purple.

Angus had been denied an orgasm for a month, Kirsty kept it well noted on her organiser, he was to be allowed relief tonight when Kirsty surprised him with the caning earlier on, it wasn’t just the pain that had caused his copious tears, it was also the prospect of not having an orgasm for yet another month. Kirsty was in control.

Fiona held his cock in a vice-like grip as she wanked him slow then fast and back again, after a few intense minutes she stopped. She lay him down on the floor, on a white thick pile rug, and then took Kirsty and sat her on his face; she barked an order for him to start eating out the pussy on his face. Meanwhile she licked her fingers and touched her own slit spreading her pussy juice, she too had been to the studio stylist and had her pussy hair seen to, she sported a very thin strip for an inch above her pussy, she liked to call it her own private landing strip. By invitation only.

She lowered herself on Angus’s stiff cock and settled herself on it, a good specimen she thought to herself, one she had never experienced before. Almost everyone in the company thought Angus was only interested in men and his relationship with Kirsty was purely professional but recent events had alerted the group of friends – they were calling themselves ‘The Rescuers’ now – as to the reality of Angus. Fiona had been the first to be invited by Kirsty to share in their little frivolities.

All this raced through Fiona’s mind as she repeatedly pushed Angus’s stiff member inside of her, she rubbed her clitoris at the same time and played with her nipples using her other hand. Slowly she got wetter and hotter and she could feel the orgasm fast approaching, Angus’s cock twitched and she remembered he was being denied orgasm for the next month, but then she also remembered if it had not been for him Faith would be lying dead in some shack like Greg and Kat would be running the company.

She looked Kirsty in the eyes and mouthed the word ‘Please’; in return she got a ‘Yes’. Fiona now let herself go, no need for restraint, she rode Angus like if he were a wild bronco, she fucked him fast and furious and suddenly the cock twitched hard, her pussy spasmed and she came just as the cock pumped her pussy full of scalding cum, it seemed to never stop, a month’s denial all released in one massive orgasm. Fiona went up to the crest then down and then back up time and time again. This had an electrifying on Kirsty who was pushed over the edge by a particularly skilful tongue, her second orgasm this evening. She rolled off Angus at the same time as Fiona and they both wrapped their bodies together, they held tight and soon dozed off. Angus smiled satisfied although he knew he would have to pay for this unscheduled orgasm, but for now he revelled in it.

Faith and the Thai episode – Part 25

‘The Rescuers’ had a certain ring to it, Fran liked it and she felt good inside knowing she was one of them. She was sitting in her apartment in the accommodation wing, an apartment the studios gave her rent free to use when she couldn’t afford the time to go to her own bungalow in downtown Bangkok.

She sat nursing a gin and tonic whilst listening to some jazz when there was a knock on the door, she wasn’t expecting anyone and was just lounging with nothing on other than a plain white cotton thong and a thin loose kaftan top. She walked to the door and opened it to find Banjit and Lani standing there carrying between them two bottles of white wine and three glasses. As soon as Lani opened her mouth it was obvious there must have been another bottle before,

‘We reckoned you might be a bit lonely tonight and when we were searching Kat’s office we sort of stumbled upon a few bottles of white wine in her fridge so… well, aren’t you going to invite us in before they get warm?’ Fran laughed out loud and beckoned them in.

They were both wearing long T-shirts and as soon as they were inside they pulled them off and stayed in underwear, in Lani’s case a powder blue thong and in Banjit’s case a pair of black lace cheekinis. Fran took her kaftan off and all three sat on the settee to start on the wine. Pinot Grigio was the first, Lani made two attempts at opening it and just collapsed on the floor giggling, Banjit took it from her and tried herself.

After one failed attempt she managed to open it without spilling any and poured three glasses. They drank their health, Faith’s health, the board’s health, everybody’s health. This first bottle was gone in only a short while and they opened the second, Cabernet Sauvignon, this one took a bit longer as the girls felt a warm glow inside of them. The three of them were chatting about everything and before you know it this bottle was also empty.

But they weren’t ready to finish the fun so Fran got up and had a look in the fridge; there she found an unopened bottle of Chardonnay, they opened it and started to drink it, they now couldn’t care less about anything, they were giggling and falling over each other. Somehow Lani slipped and fell on the low table hitting her head on the sideboard, Fran jumped to help her and stumbled, she threw her arms out to stop herself and inadvertently hit the emergency button – all the offices and apartments had emergency call buttons for the safety and security of all.

Banjit and Fran were pulling Lani up so did not notice the blinking red light on the wall panel; they helped the fallen friend onto the sofa and fell about laughing. Suddenly there was a loud knock on the door, the three jumped up; it was way past midnight, who could it be? Fran went to the door and looked through the peephole; there stood three security guards

She opened the door too drunk to remember she was clad only in her thong. Gloria, Amalia and Sofia walked in and immediately realised what had been going on, Gloria spoke,

‘Ms Knuppe, you pressed the emergency button, but I can see there in no emergency, you ladies have been having a bit too much vino. This is not good, now I need to make a report and it looks bad on you ladies, especially since this is Ms Knuppe’s apartment.’ The three friends looked imploringly at her asking if she could just forget it, if she could just walk out and forget what she had seen. She stood there arms folded looking seriously at them.

Amalia and Sofia were eyeing the girls and talking to each other in Filipino, they spoke to Gloria who answered and shook her head, they discussed something whilst the three friends stood in a group quietly, suddenly self-conscious of their state of undress. Gloria spoke to the three,

‘I am afraid my colleagues are right, the setting off of the alarm was an act of wanton vandalism, I have to take you ladies in until the Chairman can discuss your case with the remaining members of the board.’ The three friends stood there with their mouths open whilst Gloria, Sofia and Amalia went behind them and cuffed them, Fran pleaded with them repeating that it had been an accident, that they had got drunk because they had been so nervous during Faith’s absence and rescue, she started sobbing whilst Lani and Banjit also cried and pleaded.

The guards each held one of the three girls and started to walk out; they started to scream and beg that they were practically naked; they couldn’t go out like this! Gloria stopped and said something in Filipino, Amalia and Sofia nodded and laughed eagerly. They turned the girls round and back towards the settee; the three looked at each other in surprise, what was going on?

The guards guided them to the back of the settee and tipped them onto the backrest so their heads fell forwards. Amalia had Fran in front of her, Sofia had Lani and Gloria had Banjit. The three guards took off their service belts and pulled their leather belts out of their trouser loops, they snapped the leather and raised their arms up high. At Gloria’s signal they began to strap the girls, right on their buttocks, the three screamed and complained as the strapping carried on. It stopped then Gloria spoke,

‘We have decided that it would perhaps be easier for everyone of we just sorted this out between us now, my girls find you all very attractive but a bit spoilt and we think you need a good strapping, we also think you need a good lesbian fuck, which we are prepared to give to you. So just enjoy this and remember, if you don’t want to do it then just say so and we can take you to the lock-up. Oh, and if you carry on screaming I will take it you want to be locked up instead.’

The girls on the sofa all mumbled in agreement and at Gloria’s signal they ripped off the girls tiny panties and the strapping continued. The belts were good quality thick leather, two inches wide and supple from use, the guards brought them down on the girls bottoms with as much force as they could muster.

Each had their own style, Sofia doubled her belt and hit hard with a long pause between strokes; Amalia also doubled hers and then laid two strokes in rapid succession followed by a long pause before the next two whilst Gloria kept her belt long and single thickness and just kept up a steady belting, no pauses and no stopping.

After ten minutes they stopped and the guards changed places, taking a new girl to strap. The three friends were wailing and crying for mercy but the guards just kept going changing girls every ten minutes. After an hour each girl had been thoroughly strapped twice by each guard, their rears were deep red from centre of buttocks to upper thigh and they kept squirming on the back of the settee.

The punishment stopped and the girls just lay there bawling and crying their eyes out, Gloria straightened Fran and spoke to her quietly,

‘Ms Knuppe, I now intend for the three of you to be thoroughly fucked, we need three strap-ons and I am sure you have some here, if you refuse to supply them then I will have to go to my own quarters where I have some extra-large ones I use with my experienced friends.’, Fran nodded and led her to the bedroom, there she told Gloria to look inside a bag she had in the closet. Indeed inside the bag she found three magnificent strap-ons amongst other toys. They went back to the living room where Fran was once again put over the back of the settee.

The guards stripped down to their underwear, Gloria had on sensible white cotton full-cup bra and high knickers whereas Amalia had a sexy lacy purple satin three-quarter bra and tanga. Sofia was the youngest and she had a very sexy half cup bra in red lace and a red and black string that left nothing to the imagination. They each took a strap-on and put them on, adjusting them for fit, they then lubed the cocks and put them against the three pairs of labia on parade.

Amalia had Fran in front of her, she nudged the wet pussy with the blue silicone dildo and slowly pushed it in, a little at a time, Fran let out a long soft moan as the invader easily slid in. Amalia pushed until the harness was right up against the sore ass, she then fucked Fran ever so slowly, building up the pleasure.

Sofia had been paired with Lani and the assistant’s pussy was actually dripping as she pushed the realistic looking cock into it. She pushed it in one swift movement, all the way to the rubber balls then stopped it there for Lani to get the feel for it, she then pulled it out slowly and poised it at the labia, once again straight to the balls. This action was repeated as Lani made grunting noises and gasped with each thrust.

Gloria had Banjit and she was wearing a monster of a strap-on, thick and veined, a travesty of a real cock in black silicone attached to a studded leather harness. She lubed it well and then pushed it against the Thai’s wet pussy hole, it only went in half an inch, another push and it went in another half inch. Banjit grunted and tried to pull away; Gloria held her by the waist and gave a hard shove, the cock slid in two inches and Banjit let out a pained cry. Gloria pulled the cock out an inch and there was a smear of fresh blood on it, perhaps it was too much? Gloria was sure Banjit could take it so she pushed in again, this time it went in three inches, it was getting easier.

It took a while but eventually the whole cock was inside, Banjit felt full to burst, it was so big. Every thrust was accompanied by a cry from her and she soon had tears streaming down her face. All three girls were making noises ranging from moans to groans to cries and tears flowed freely, the guards meanwhile cheered each other on as they rode the girls to a climax.

At different times throughout the night the guards swapped girls and the strap-ons were used on the girls’ asses, some more pliant than others. Banjit’s ass was quite tight whilst Fran’s was very flexible; she was an anal erotic and loved to be taken there. Lani was a beginner in anal and she took it quite well, no protests but some pain. The guards had by now taken off their bras and were playing with their own nipples as they fucked the girls with glee.

It was now nearing sunrise and the girls felt well and truly fucked, they had been strapped and fucked by all three guards and were now lying on the rug and settee dozing, asses deep red and pussy juice smeared on their crotches and thighs. The guards were also dozing having used the strap-ons on each other to get their own pleasure, the fake cocks lay strewn around the room, discarded toys.

Faith and the Thai episode – Part 26

Tita lay back on her bed wearing a leather harness which framed her large tits and shaved pussy; she played with her nipples as she watched the large 52inch screen on her bedroom wall. She was enjoying the scene, three hot women cuffed and lying face down over the back of the settee being severely beaten with belts by three beautiful young girls – her young girls, she smiled to herself.

When the studios were being refurbished she had been given free rein to set up surveillance cameras and alarms wherever and in whatever manner she wanted, she had used a very small and discreet company and now there wasn’t a corner of the studios she couldn’t look into, some feeds were of course encrypted and only Tita could see those. Precisely what she was doing now.

She turned up the volume to better hear the sound of leather on flesh and the cries of pain – both of which turned her on so much! She reached down and grabbed Bea’s curly hair as she licked her pussy out, she pushed her further onto her pussy making her grind her face into it, the squelching sounds were fabulous.

Bea, her youngest and favourite recruit straight out of the naval academy, had not been able to take up a military career due to a certain ‘misunderstanding’ with a male instructor during her final year. She didn’t want to suck his cock, he tried to force her; she bit the tip off and fed it to the piranhas he kept in an aquarium! Bea was saved from the stockade because of Tita who was a close friend of the camp commandant’s wife Vita – so close in fact that Vita had Tita’s name tattooed on her pussy. The only condition imposed was that Tita take Bea away and employ her, which she did. The male instructor was last seen on a military transport heading to duties in the Philippine’s Antarctic Station.

Bea, 22 year old, beautiful body, 100% lesbian and boy could she eat pussy! Tita was being taken to heaven and beyond with every lick and suck, she just lay back watching the action on the screen and playing with her engorged nipples. It was part of Bea’s daily routine to carefully and expertly shave her pussy. She loved nothing more than to have Tita lay on the bed naked whilst she lovingly lathered her with warm water and shaving soap, then carefully shave her making sure no stray hair was left. Following this she would clean off any remaining lather and rinse the pussy with a warm and wet face cloth; finally she would apply soothing aloe gel in every nook and cranny.

Tita pulled Bea up to her and kissed her passionately, her protégé her little pet, her favourite. There were around twenty guards employed by the company, five teams of four, but Tita had her favourite team, Gloria, Sofia, Amalia and Bea. At some point she had slept with all four, sometimes separately and sometimes in different combinations! All sessions had been recorded of course and when she was bored she would play them back. She was lost in thought whilst Bea kissed her all over her face. She pushed her down to her nipples and looked back at the screen.

The scene had changed now; her three guards had donned strap-ons and were giving the three friends a good fucking from what she could see! She drew Bea up beside her so she could watch as well, both women sat up in bed watching the unfolding scene whilst Tita played roughly with Bea’s nipples. Each thrust of the strap-ons made her hornier and eager to penetrate the willing recruit.

Tita jumped off the bed and went into the bathroom; she came back wearing a black harness with a massive realistic black cock complete with veins, Bea’s eyes opened wide, she had never had one this size used on her. Tita called out,

‘Bea! On all fours, now! Venga vamos!’ she walked up to the bed where Bea had quickly got up on all fours whilst facing the screen.  She hung her head down and waited for her mistress, then she felt an insistent nudging in her wet pussy, the nudging became a push, harder and harder by the second as it slid effortlessly in. Bea’s pussy was young and tight, it had never had a man inside but its hymen was long gone, she had been penetrated countless times by fingers, hands, cucumbers, bananas, , dildos, strap-ons and anything else that would go in.

Tita slowly pushed it to the hilt and then pulled it just out and stopped, the head resting on the wet labia, she stayed absolutely still and Bea let out a groan. She was incapable of staying still so she started to push backwards trying to get the plastic cock back in but Tita rewarded her with a slap on the ass,

‘NO! You will keep still! No te muevas!’ she warned the youngster. Two, four, six minutes passed and no movement, Bea was trembling now whilst a tear rolled down her face, she wanted to push back so so badly, but Tita refused to move.

Then slowly, ever so slowly, she pushed the cock against the labia, it slipped in the very wet hole and it slid it effortlessly, Tita now stopped when the rubber balls hit the ass, she waited ten, twenty seconds, then... she fucked Bea like a madman, fast and furious till the young ward shouted and screamed in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Bea wallowed in her ecstasy as Tita fucked in unison with her girls on screen. Just when Bea felt her orgasm approach it stopped, abruptly!

Tita pulled out then put the silicone monster up against Bea’s puckered ass, she nudged at the hole which was quivering in expectation. Like Bea’s pussy this ass had never had a man inside either but it had definitely been well penetrated by a multitude of things, Bea was well used to being anally abused and Tita had recently been training her to wear Princess Plugs when out of the house. Her anal sphincter was well exercised and she could make the most incredibly tight of orifices when she wanted to.

Tita pounded the young ass as her little friend squealed with delight, they were both watching the scene unfolding on the screen and it almost seemed like they were part of it. Tita dug her nails in Bea’s thighs and pulled her towards her body as she pounded harder and harder, the young girl was now crying out in time with the thrusts and once again she could feel an impending orgasm. Tita was approaching her own orgasm, the strap-on she was wearing had a panel of raised nodules and rubber studs just where it met her clitoris – the harder she thrust the harder her own pussy got pounded.

The two women were grunting like pigs as they slowly got nearer and nearer their orgasm, Bea squealed and groaned as the fucking took her on a one way journey to her climax. Suddenly she went quiet... five... ten... fifteen seconds. Suddenly she let out a roar and bucked like a bronco as she came and came with no end in sight. The satisfaction of seeing her pet have her orgasm tipped Tita over the edge; she came with a long low moan then just dropped back.

Tita turned off the screen then just cuddled down with Bea; their own session had also been recorded and would no doubt be watched by her on another occasion, maybe when she was engaged in sex with someone else. She played with Bea’s hair as they both slowly drifted off to sleep, Tita to dream of dominating pretty young women and Bea to dream of being tied down and beaten by a strong woman. Heaven is whatever you want it to be.

Faith and the Thai episode – Part 27

A week later...

Faith stood at the head of the boardroom table, perfectly attired in a navy suit, skirt just above the knee, starched white blouse, very sheer near black stockings and high heeled Louboutin’s; she was speaking in a clear commanding voice – her best teaching voice in fact!

‘Ladies, gentlemen, due to recent events I have found it necessary to call an emergency board meeting for this morning. We have lost two of our board members, both awaiting trial for my kidnap and torture. As a result after consultation with my remaining director, the company accountant and our assistants I have made decisions which I will now share with you all.’ Those persons present all leaned forwards to hear better, some of them knew some of what was coming whilst others knew nothing, no-one knew everything.

Faith continued, ‘I have decided to create the post of Deputy Director and promoted Ms Banjit Watt to this position, she will act for me in my absence, Lani will continue to be her assistant; Ms Fran Knuppe is being promoted to Director in charge of Staff and her assistant will be Ms Teresa Banham; the new Director in charge of production will be Ms Inge Müller who used to be the studio manager, her assistant will be Mr Nuno Soares who has been working with her in the studio for the last five years; Angus will take up the new position of Chief Accountant whilst Kirsty gets promoted to Deputy Accountant acting for him in his absence, they both get an assistant in the shape of Ms Angela Evans who used to be Junior Accountant, the accounts section secretary is yet to be selected;  Ms Tita Duran continues as Head of Security but she gets a Deputy Head who will act for her in her absence, this will be Ms Gloria Cruz who has proved herself admirably in the last action. The position of Secretary to the Board will be taken up by Ms Juliette Gréco who has been working in the general typing pool up to now. Ms Fiona Kennedy becomes my personal assistant.’

Faith gathered her papers and invited everyone present to some drinks and bites that had been prepared beforehand, just then there was a knock and the door opened to let the new board members into the room, all present mingled and talked amongst themselves. Banjit walked up to Faith and handing her a glass of champagne she said,

‘Well Faith, my friend, my lover, my sub, you came to my country and walked into a whole new life, a life I think you enjoy and will enjoy for many years to come. Now that you are the owner and Managing Director of a multi-million dollar concern what are your plans? Will you stay? Will you go back to the States?’ Faith looked at her friend and touched her face gently as she replied,

‘Banjit, Mistress, friend, lover, my life has changed completely, I now find myself the multi-millionaire owner and Managing Director of a pornographic film studios, I have also discovered I am very curious in matters of sex and just want to make up for lost time. I need to go back to New York, I have matters to see to and I need time away from here to think about what I am going to do. I have asked Fiona to book me on a flight to Newark tomorrow evening, I expect you to act for me in my presence, will you have time with your police work?’ as Faith spoke to Banjit her hand had slipped down and was gently caressing the Thai girl’s arms and breasts, she replied,

‘Faith, I had already thought about resigning my post in the police, now after my promotion the decision is firm,  I will write my resignation letter in the next few days and deliver it personally to my chief.’ This news was greeted with delight by Faith and she hugged Banjit tight smothering her with kisses.

‘Banjit, tonight I want to spend the night with you, in your little bungalow, I want you to use me and abuse me before I go back to Manhattan. I want my ass to hurt, my tits to hurt, my body to show the stripes and welts you have given me, I want to look at myself in my mirror in Manhattan and see the evidence of your abuse. Only then will I be able to decide what I have to do.’ Banjit held her lover tight and nodded, she kissed her gently and replied,

‘We will leave now whilst the others talk, tomorrow I will take you to the airport and see you off myself, I want me to be the one to see you off. Quick, out the door!’ just as Banjit expected no-one even realised they were gone and in two hours they were back at Banjit’s bungalow, they let themselves in and stripped down to their underwear, even with the air on they were still sweaty just from getting from the car to the house. Faith wore a lacy lilac bra and knickers set whilst Banjit had on a cheeky half-bra and thong in yellow with black polka dots. Both women left on their shoes, Faith had her Louboutin’s whilst Banjit had on a pair of espadrille wedges in pale blue. Banjit mixed drinks for the two and they sat on the sofa to chill a while.

After a while Banjit leaned towards Faith and kissed her gently on all over her face, butterfly kisses on her eyelids and lips. She touched her face gently and held her head as he kissed her, Faith made to return the kisses when she was rewarded with an almighty slap on the face, her cheek reddened and tears sprang to her eyes. Almost immediately Banjit gave her another huge slap on the other cheek before getting up in a rage, she grabbed Faith by one ear and dragged her screaming and crying down into the dungeon.

Once there she threw her onto the bed and through struggles and slaps she restrained her spread-eagled face down, she pushed a small velvet-covered cushion under her just in contact with her pussy mound, she then proceeded to use a restraint Faith had never seen before, this was attached to both sides of the bed and when Banjit tightened it there was no way Faith could raise her body off the bed or even move from side to side. The cushion caused pressure on her bladder but Faith thought nothing of it.

Banjit left her there for a few minutes whilst she went upstairs, after a few minute she was feeling rather thirsty and light headed, the drink must be getting to her already she thought. When Banjit came back she had a sports bottle with a flexible straw and offered Faith a drink, she drank greedily as the thirst grew worse, she drank and drank and had soon emptied the bottle, Banjit offered her a second one which Faith also drank still as thirsty as before. She finished this second bottle and was half way through her third when she felt an urge to pee.

‘Banjit, could you please release me, I need the toilet?’ Banjit looked at her with a serious face and went round the back, Faith was expecting her to unbuckle her when her ass exploded with fire, again and again Banjit brought her strap down on the exposed ass. The blows kept raining down and Faith screamed and cried for mercy, the urge to pee was intolerable and she tightened her bladder muscles to stop any leaks. Banjit spoke in a low voice,

‘Don’t you dare wet my bed because of you do I will beat you to within an inch of your life, you will go back home so sore you won’t be able to sit on the plane!’ she then went back to beating Faith on the ass and the back of her thighs all the way down to her knees. The pressure of the cushion on her bladder was immense and it was screaming to be emptied, she now took to begging to be allowed to pee.

Banjit stopped beating her and showed Faith another bottle of drink, Faith was alarmed and shook her head frantically. Banjit took a nose clip and clamped her nostrils shut, she then took a mouthpiece with a funnel and fixed that on Faith’s mouth securing it with Velcro at the back of her head. She poured the contents of the bottle in and after a few seconds Faith had no option but to swallow, otherwise she would suffocate, a second bottle was also poured down the funnel and into Faith’s stomach, Banjit removed the mouthpiece and smiled at her.

She cried and begged to be released as the cramps hit her in waves and she was finding it increasingly difficult to hold her pee. Banjit reached down and showed Faith what was in her hands, a thick, heavy duty Lochgelly three-tailed tawse, Faith paled as Banjit brought it up to her shoulder and then brought it down with all her weight behind it. The sound was like an explosion, followed by a scream, every ten seconds a blow came, steadily left, right, left, right, no alternate cheeks.

It took only six strokes before the dam broke, Faith’s bladder could not take any more punishment and she thoroughly wet herself whilst crying her eyes out.

Banjit dropped the tawse and released Faith dragging her to the corner of the dungeon, there she reattached her wrist cuffs to a hanging hook and racked it up till the poor girl was on tiptoes. She then took a long whippy cane and started to cane her all over, from the back all the way down past buttocks and thighs to the back of the knees then from the front of her thighs all the way to the abdomen, then the tits, of course the tits, here Banjit gave special attention to the nipples making sure she caught them with the most severe strokes. Finally the pussy mound, here each stroke made pussy juice squirt out and left beautiful stripes.

All her body was a mass of beautiful stripes, front and back, from the knees up to the shoulders; she would have to choose her dresses very carefully for the next month or so! As the caning continued the stripes became a brighter red then purple and finally raised welts.

After twenty minutes of intense beating Faith passed out, Banjit released her bonds then carried her carefully upstairs, she lay her on the bed then sat beside her letting her sleep till she felt she was ready to rejoin the world. When the American woke up after a short while Banjit picked her up then carried her to the bathroom, there she bathed her gently, she oiled her and perfumed her then carried her back to the bed finally lying down beside her murmuring sweet nothings till they both fell into a deep sleep.

Faith dreamt of nuns and beatings, of Greg and Robert; she dreamt of whips and canes and pricks both real and silicone, at some time during the night she also had an orgasm, aided no doubt by a fingering she was not sure was real or part of her dream, eventually she slipped into dreamless sleep and did not wake up till Banjit shook her gently and offered her a fresh orange juice and a kiss.

Faith and Banjit showered together and breakfasted on fresh fruit, croissants and fresh coffee and then it was time for Faith to go. The adventure was over...

...or maybe the adventure had just begun.

THE END

...or rather

THE END OF THE BEGINNING

Faith will be back.