DANIELLE AND THE MASKED MAN
I woke Anne up and took her back into the playroom. Putting her back in the
chair. Tying her into it securely, after letting her use the restroom. She
wasn't real comfortable with bodily fluids. I wasn't either, much neater just
to play with the flesh. Terry likes making people lose control on every level.
I had the sneaking suspicion that Anne would just as soon never have to play
with Terry again; she was just too polite to say anything. I got the impression
that she didn't like him much.
She went easily into the chair, not questioning anything. I patted her leg
after she was in it. Leaving her in it as I went to get the others.
They were waiting outside the door. Danielle's friend putting a black and red
mask on. Danielle herself was dressed in a black leather number that completely
accented her enormous bosom. She wore the same expression of happy complaisance
that she always wore. Her Green-eyes sparkling. It was about eight o'clock at
night. Her long Dark hair was pulled back into a severe bun, and her buddy had
introduced himself as Mark. He was big, with long black hair. Tied back into a
ponytail, and he said that he liked to watch fisting, and didn't speak until he
got to fuck. Safe sex was the best kind, and he wanted to know if he could
splash Anne as he came. I said sure, but not on the face, and he reached over
to squeeze Danielle's breasts saying he was a boob man anyways. The mask was
beautiful, artistic even. It would inspire fear, and his silence would inspire
more. It was going to be a good show.
Ground rules laid, we headed in.
Anne looked beautiful in the chair. Head and body supported, hair flowing down
the back. She had the most gorgeous hair. Her legs were in a resting position.
Knees only slightly bent, and half-tilted. Arms secured over her head, so her
breasts thrust forward. Jay and I carried in chairs. These were for us, so we
could watch. I hadn't seen the last one fisted in that chair, because well, it
had been me. Danielle was very good. Small hands, not that it mattered there,
but still it was great.
Anne kept her eyes towards the ceiling, but she wanted to look I could tell by
the tension in her shoulders. The way her hands clenched into fists. She
looked ready to bolt, but she couldn't. Couldn't move actually.
Danielle went over to her, and looked down. Trying to catch her eyes. Eyes
that Anne kept shifting from her face. Danielle chuckled.
"Well trained, I see." She quipped, dryly. "I am Danielle. You may call me
Mistress, because as far as I am concerned you are an orifice. One particular
orifice that I am going to put a fist into. Adam has said that to see me put my
hand inside you will give him great pleasure, so I said I would do it."
Danielle touched Anne's breast, and continued speaking. Anne twitched, and some
minor concern floated across her features. "Of course the last person that I
did my particular specialty on was Adam, so he knows exactly what I am going to
do to you, intimately. Now, he says that I can do it to you. Can I?"
"Yes, Mistress." Anne answered, and Danielle moved away. Her questioning was
done, and she had what she needed. As far as she was concerned Anne had just
become a lower body only. I knew that, and the simple dismissal of her higher
functioning capability would make Anne crazy. I sat down in the chair at the
edge of the room and waited. Danielle would watch me for clues, and I would
watch Anne.
I did see Anne catch sight of the man in the mask, and saw her lick her lips.
She knew that it wasn't Jay, her eyes touched on him, and on me briefly. Who
was he? Her face said, and she wouldn't get any response. Mark would never
tell her, and even if he was uncovered someday, she would be too polite to say
anything to him.
Danielle took the controls, and tilted the chair back to fisting position.
Putting rubber gloves on after checking her fingernails for rough spots that
could snag either gloves or tissues. She seemed satisfied, and opened her bag
between her feet.
It had several things in it, but the only thing she pulled out was a can of
Crisco. The hard stuff that you could melt for deep fry. She scooped some out
and lowered the chair slightly. Mark went to Anne's head, and held her face
still with his hands. At the first touch of the Crisco, Anne shivered.
Danielle smeared the goop around her anus, and along the outside of her
buttocks. Making the flesh white, and slippery looking. She reached back down,
and took a small glob, and made a ball out of it, this she pushed into the anus
itself. Anne moaned. Mark soothed her. Fingers rubbing her skin, as he
watched avidly.
Danielle never looked up from her task. Taking the Crisco, and forcing it
deeper and deeper with gentle pressure. One finger working slowly, and
deliberately. I felt myself tighten. I well remembered the gradual insistence
of her fingers in your body. Anne quivered, head trying to roll, but unable
too, because of Mark. Danielle stopped reaching into the can, and waited for
just a moment, loosening up her hands. Rubbing Crisco all over her gloves. Her
face going still and serene. Almost meditating. She slowly reached up and put
one finger into Anne, slowing working it in and out. Jay reached over and
touched my cock. It jerked, leaking into my drawers.
With infinite patience that one finger worked in and out, seeking openings for
expansion. Feeling the walls and working the flesh. Manipulating the tissue,
stretching it slowly. So it would be receptive to more give.
When Danielle went to two fingers Anne jerked, but didn't make a sound. The
rectal ring just putting up a token resistance to this new invasion. I saw Mark
take something out of his pocket, and knew that it was a popper. They were for
the final stage. It caused a split second of complete slackness that could
sometimes be the difference between the full fist or a no go.
"Adam, come here and let her legs down some. Just a couple of inches, she's too
taut for my taste." I moved quickly, adjusting the chair. "Perfect." She
said, and slipped three fingers into Anne. "Nice, very nice. Firm, but not
tense. Good depth, and resilience." She spoke about Anne as though she wasn't
there, and I could see Anne blush with humiliation.
"You're a good girl, Anne. I like good girls. I make good girls come when I
finish with them." She didn't look up from what she was doing, but I could see
how her words affected Anne. Anne flushed scarlet, and tried to slow her
breathing. Danielle never stopped what she was doing. Not telling Anne to
relax for her, just doing what she had too. Just what she needed to get the job
done.
Danielle slipped her pinkie in, and rested all four of her fingers at the very
gate of Anne's anus. I could see the ring convulsing. Twitching uselessly
against the invasion. It was here, the final stage. Could Anne take it? I
stepped behind Danielle to watch. Danielle looked up at Mark, and started to
move her fingers again. Around, and out. In and back to top again. Slowly
cupping her hand around her thumb. She nodded at Mark, who broke the popper in
his hand. I saw Anne look up at him, and at the hand coming to cover her mouth
and nose. Her eyes went wide, and she went to speak. Mark covered her mouth
just as she inhaled.
It took about five seconds, and she went completely limp. Danielle pushed
carefully, and Anne's body swallowed her hand. Danielle had sweat on her face,
and on her arms, but she didn't move that hand. She left it inside Anne, so she
could recover from the popper.
Anne started to gasp suddenly, as the drug left her system. Her face startled.
She turned her head in Mark's fists, and he dropped the spent popper to the
floor. I could see her struggle not to fight so I leaned over her, and said.
"It's in, no more poppers, it's in." She went still. Face filling with
surprise, as though wondering why it didn't hurt. Why did it feel so good.
"Its okay to like it, Anne. I did." Danielle was going to see how much Anne
could take, and she rubbed extra Crisco up the gloves. Long gloves of rubber.
Fisting gloves.
"Okay, baby doll. Its you and me now." Danielle put her hand on Anne's lower
abdomen, and pushed a millimeter further into her. I saw the wrist sink in,
over the bones. Danielle backed off, and pushed in again, further this time.
Her forearm starting to be swallowed. Mark motioned for me to go to the head,
and I did. He went down, and opened his pants. Lifting the short skirt that
Dee wore, and rolling a condom on. He forced himself roughly into her ass,
making her gasp.
"Your a good girl, Anne." I said to her face, and saw her jaw working slowly.
Teeth grinding. Eyes wide, and full of fearful patience. "When its painful
say- blue, and I will stop it." She nodded, her breathing was shallow and harsh.
"Only when it's more than you can bear though. Danielle likes to go to the
elbow." I saw her eyes go wide. I soothed her. "Take it for me."" I watched
the man in the mask fucking Danielle, and Danielle fisting Anne, almost to the
elbow. Jay watching from the chair with his organ in his fist. The room
getting warmer by subtle degrees. Danielle looked up at me, and I moved down to
her. She nodded down at Anne's body, and I could see that she was in all the
way to the edge of the gloves. More than I took. I looked up at Anne, and saw
her eyes were closed, and her body was still except for the rapid rush of air
from between her teeth. Her jaw was like iron.
"You can do the next one, eh?" Danielle asked me, smiling. I felt myself go
hot all over. Maybe I could. "You know how to go in reverse right?" She asked
me, and I knew she meant that to get it out, Anne would have to be distracted.
The best way to distract Anne was to make her come. She did it so well.
I put my hands on the junction of Anne's thighs and started to work her clitoris
gently. Her already tight muscles, bunched up tighter. Mark pulled out of
Danielle, and peeled off his condom. Still hard, getting another one from his
pocket. He kept this one in his hand, ready for later.
Every little bit that Danielle pulled out Anne moaned, making no effort to
disguise her cries. The clitoris in my fingers was swelling. The arm was
slowly coming out, and by the time only the hand remained inside Anne. She was
twitching with orgasm, almost there, but the discomfort wasn't letting her go
easy. I opened up the folds, and put one finger under the clit, and used my
thumb to pull on the small-engorged flesh, just a little roughly. She screamed,
fighting it. I knew that the sensation of the hand within her was almost more
than she could take, and she was simply doing it for me.
It was at that moment that I knew she was mine. I could do almost what I willed
with her. When she came, and the hand slipped from her, she went completely
and totally limp. Danielle slipping the gloves from her hands, and arms.
Standing up to go with Jay into the other room for some refreshment. Smiling
back at me.
I watched Anne's chest rise and fall with her breaths, and was amazed at the way
she had reacted. She was calming slowly by degrees. Her limbs, relaxing
against the stirrups, and thighs no longer quivering with strain. I didn't
speak to her, and Mark wasn't going too. He nodded at me, and started to undo
the restraints that held her in the chair. His large hands quick, and nimble.
Surprising for one so big. I did the same for the other side. When she was
free. He lifted her into his arms, seemingly effortlessly. Putting her on the
floor, and placing his hands on her shoulders, pushing her to her knees.
