Chapter 21
The same splat pulled me back from a warm and soothing haze. It was the same
sound of leather meeting flesh that had gone before I passed into another place,
and it wasn't until I opened my eyes that I realized someone else was being hit.
My tits were jumping under the lash the last I remembered, yet now I saw
mother's big jugs squash, then rebound and wobble around as the two sweating
white men, their pricks bobbing and swaying, were trying to conquer her passion
as they had tried in vain with me.
I shivered with renewed lust, knowing by the sounds from her mouth, the look
on her face, and the motions of her body, that she had found the same surrender
I had undergone.
She was in the throes of orgasm from the moment I came to until Rufus pulled
his dick out after coming in her ass. The two frustrated, but highly aroused
white men threw their whips down on the table.
Looking at their stiff pricks I went back to ready and eager. I was still
half groggy, but managed to say, "Punish me as severely as I deserve for making
this request, but I need your cock in me. Please fuck my unworthy cunt."
Jess had other ideas, probably born of hurt pride from his inability to stop
either one of us from having our glorious orgasms. He said in a voice half mad,
half sulky, "You will most certainly be punished for such a request, but all in
good time."
What they did instead was to leave us bent over the table with our backs
arched. They produced two sets of nipple clamps like the ones used on mother
hours before. Thank heavens I was still half way into the magic zone as my
nipples were so tender and swollen from whipping that the first touch of the
serrated jaws hurt something awful. As the worm gear tightened the jaws I cried
out woefully, the squeezing of my half a thumb size nipples feeling like
something gouging an infected blister.
Just the weight of the two clamps making my long nipples pull down was
excruciating, but they weren't finished. The last bit of evil they inflicted
was to run twine between mother's clamps and mine, putting enough tension on the
twine to pull our nipples back to horizontal. The stress was enough to slightly
distort the shape of our breasts, especially mother's which were larger and more
pliant.
My nipples were going numb and the feeling more tolerable as they left us
alone. They were gone only long enough to take a pull on their jug and fetch
Sissy. The three of them came back to the table. Half slithering and half
being pushed, Sissy wound up laying on her back across the table between mother
and me, her head over one side and her ass resting on the edge of the other
side.
Jess lifted her legs up, holding her by the ankles and spreading her till her
pink inner folds opened invitingly. He moved his big cock head to her vaginal
threshold and thrust hard, jamming the first few inches of his thick pole into
her tight cunny. Her response was muffled by Frank's cock head buried in her
throat. Jess started a leisurely rhythm, gaining depth steadily. When Sissy
turned into a moaning and very willing partner, Jess put her legs around his
torso, setting his hands free to do what he had in mind all along. He was
determined to show us who was boss.
Jess looked across to Frank. They both grinned as Jess said, "What we need
to get a good ride from this horse is to have us some reins to hang on to."
I felt my eyes go wide as saucers as his meaning became clear. Each of them
reached out to take hold of the twine on his side, and at first they just teased
us by moving it just enough for us to feel a tug on the clamps. It looked like
they were getting the feel of it.
Then Jess said, "I think we should have a little race. The first one to come
wins. The loser gives these pain lovers an hour to get even." Frank nodded
that he was game and Jess shouted, "We're off!"
I don't know how long it lasted. I do know mother and I chorused our screams
so long and loud that I could only whisper for some time after. At Jess's shout
they both started fucking their respective end of Sissy like hound dogs going
after a bitch in heat. What they also did was use the taunt twine like horsemen
working their animals into a gallop. From each side the twine was yanked
outward, then came back inward past the original point, and then repeated the
movements again and again.
I couldn't take my eyes of the mauling they caused. Each pull outward
stretched our tits into a long cone of agony that wound up pointing at the
'rider' on that side, and each time I was sure the nipple would rip off, letting
blood gush from the hole it would leave. The two bastards acted like kids at
play as they timed their fucking and twine pulling so both were pulling our tits
to the side at the same time.
When Frank pulled out of Sissy's mouth and jacked his sperm onto her face and
tits, both men laughed and blessedly let go of the twine, leaving mother and I
whimpering and shaking. When I started coming out of the near hysterical state
their violence had induced, I blushed with nameless embarrassment.
What they did to us, making us scream and jerk in near hysterical pain, with
no opportunity to adjust to our torment, stripped me of the sense of control I
thought I had achieved. My assumption that I had become the master of pain, and
thereby the master of the situation I was in, was shaken badly by this
humiliating 'game.
Jess called it a night, chaining mother and me once more on our narrow
pallet. Before drifting into exhausted sleep she looked at me as if she'd read
my mind. Giving me a wry smile and a little pat of encouragement, she said, "I
guess your theory needs some work, professor."
