"Did you like the way I ate your pussy, Mistress Felicia?" Betty asked.
"No, it was not good at all. You must be punished," Felicia said.
"How are you going to punish me for my oral blundering?"
"I am afraid that I must pierce your tongue," the bitch said.
"Please don't do that to me," Betty begged, to no avail.
Betty had her lower lip pressed against the edge of the table and her tongue protruding as far as she could get it.
Mistress Felicia held Betty's tongue pinned to the wooden slab and poised the thick nail both with her left hand.
She held the hammer in her right.
BAM!
Blood spurted everywhere as the nail drove right through Betty's tongue and into the wooden slab on the other side.
CHAPTER ONE
Betty McSorley was a sweet thing of twenty-seven.
She was, until the day of her seventeenth birthday, Betty Hanover. It was then that she married Patrick McSorley, the man of her dreams.
He was tall with red hair and green eyes. He had a cute little dimple on his face which deepened whenever he smiled. And he smiled all of the time.
Patrick's father had come from Ireland and settled here in Cherry Valley, Connecticut. So, Patrick and Betty had known each other their whole life.
They had gone through grammar school together.
They had dated all through high school.
Then they had gotten married.
It was a beautiful wedding!
They had been married in the Episcopalian church, where Debbie's family had gone.
Then off to the Elk's Lodge for a wedding reception.
*****
It still made Debbie cry whenever she looked through her photo album at the pictures.
They had gone to the Pocono's for their honeymoon. It had been a beautiful, romantic retreat.
Out of that week had come their little girl, Can-dace, named after Betty's mother.
Candy was now ten years old.
It seemed so long ago!
Candy had a younger brother named Bobby, named after Patrick's father.
They were a happy little family that lived in a Cape Cod home at 10 Orchard Street.
Betty had everything a person could want!
A loving husband and two beautiful children.
A handsome little home in a nice neighborhood in a nice city in a nice state.
Everything was nice!
She had a nice position of respect in the church and in the community.
She had time to do the things she liked: crochet and do volunteer work with the Women's Auxiliary and the PTA.
Life was wonderful!
Life was happy!
Life was nice!
And Debbie was still young and attractive. She could still fit into her wedding dress! She had shoulder-length blonde hair. She had blue eyes.
She had a cute little figure with a nicely rounded ass and big, firm titties.
So, why was Betty depressed?
Betty didn't know.
What could be the matter?
She thought it might be that she felt unfulfilled.
*****
"Honey," she began one evening after she had put the children away to bed. "Yes, my love."
"I have been feeling depressed lately. Something is the matter."
"What is it?"
"I don't know. On the Donahue show today they were talking about women who get to feeling depressed because they feel unfulfilled. They said that some women are made to feel worthless by society. Because society doesn't deem a housewife and mother as a real profession. They say I should go to work."
"WORK!"
"Yes. I could get a little job somewhere a few afternoons a week."
"I would really rather you didn't. What about Candy and Bobby?"
"I'd be home before they got home from school."
"Well, we'll see."
"Okay."
She knew that when he said "we'll see", it meant no!
The reason she was so depressed was because she wasn't getting any!
Of course, she didn't know this, because she was a virgin before her wedding night.
Patrick McSorley was the only one to have ever seen her young, pink pussy.
And, it is safe to say, Patrick McSorley was not very good in the sack.
In fact, he had very little interest in sex.
The did it once or twice a month at best. He would usually be done a few strokes after he was in there.
He was in and out practically before she knew about it!
Consequently, she had never really enjoyed sex.
But, she had nothing else to compare it to, either.
So, she went on like this for a while, she continued to be depressed, but her husband was adamant about her not being allowed to take on a job.
"What would the guys down at the office say if they were to find out that my wife had to work! They would wonder what the problem was! They would think that I couldn't support my own family!"
And with that the argument had been settled.
Of course, he was willing to make concessions.
He realized that his wife wasn't k-like the other housewives in Cherry Valley, Connecticut. She wasn't content to just vacuum and watch soap operas all day long.
No, she wanted something more.
So, he ordered cable TV!
This way she could watch movies in the afternoon when she was done her housecleaning!
And, he could get the sports channels!
It seemed like a good idea.
She didn't think that it would help her problem much.
Nevertheless, one Wednesday morning she found herself sitting at home, waiting for the man who was going to come to hook up the TV for cable.
At around nine o'clock, there was a ring at the door.
"Just a minute!"
Betty hummed a little tune as she rushed to the door.
"You's de people dats wants de cable!"
It was a tall, scruffy looking black man.
Betty stepped back!
She was stunned for a second.
"Oh, yes."
*****
She composed herself and stepped aside so the man could get in. It wasn't that she was prejudiced or anything. Nosiree!
She loved Johnny Mathis!
It was just that there were no negroes living in Cherry Valley, Connecticut.
She was surprised to see him.
As she closed her door, she saw that Mrs. Peeps-ter, her neighbor, was staring through the blinds.
Betty did not want to cause a stir!
She watched the man as he sat down beside the TV and got out his tools.
He was tall, at least six feet tall.
He looked like he was a body builder. His body was covered with bulging, massive muscles.
All of this was covered by ebony hide which glistened with sweat as he worked.
His features were big and rough. He had a scar down one side of his face. He looked mean and rough. He was a giant man. And dirty!
His body was covered with the grime of basements he had to crawl through to hook up the wires to the TV's.
"Dis de only TV in de house?"
He was talking to her, but he wasn't looking her in the eye.
"How rude!" she thought.
She was glad she had taught her children the correct way to address someone.
Then she realized that, although he wasn't looking her in the face, he was staring her in the chest.
She tried to cover herself, realizing that the sweater she was wearing was awfully revealing.
She would know better than to order Cheryl Tiegs clothing from Sears again!
"Lady! I asked you if'n dis was de only TV in de house."
"No, there is another one in the kitchen and another one in ... uh ... um...."
He was staring down at her skirt. "Whe' id it?"
"My ... um ... my husband's and my bedroom."
"De Bedroom. We takes care o' dat one last, okay?"
"Um, whatever you say."
She was getting nervous.
He was staring at her very intently and he was standing much too close.
"Are you ... from around here?" she asked.
"Naw. Fs from Lakewood, whe' de cable company is."
"Oh, really."
He fixed the TV in a matter of minutes.
All he did was attach a little box to it and ran that to a wire which led out of the house.
"Dat's all I does. De gun who hitches up de wire will come tomorrow. Den you gits HBO."
"Okay."
"Whe's de kitchen?"
"Oh, this way." She led him into hate kitchen. All the way, he stared at her ass. It jiggled in her little pink skirt all the way to the kitchen.
He did the same to the little black and white TV in the kitchen.
He opened his tool box just a little.
She glanced inside curiously.
She saw a bunch of the little boxes like he put on the TV in the living room and a few ordinary tools. There was also another gadget in there which she couldn't place.
It looked like some sort of motor.
No.
Some sort of pump.
*****
It was some sort of hydraulic pump.
He saw what she was looking at and slammed the tool box shut.
He gave her a stern look and then returned to his work.
Soon, he was finished with this TV. "Okay, whe's de bedroom."
"Up this way."
She couldn't help but feel nervous.
He was standing entirely too close to her.
His eyes were all over her.
Especially on her large, firm titties which looked larger still in their old fashioned support bra, which picked them up and pushed them out into two conical points.
She raced ahead of him up the stairs.
He grabbed his tool box firmly in his big black hands and strolled up the stairs.
She walked into the bedroom and pointed over to the corner where the TV stood.
"It's over there."
He got right to work.
As soon as she saw that he was almost done, she began to ease her way out of the room.
"Where you going, Missy?"
"My name is Betty. I am going downstairs."
"Mine is Clayton. You's scared o' being in de same room as me."
"No, not at all."
"Den why's you leaving."
"I was just, just ... uh ... no reason at all."
"Tell me, Missy. You likes to fuck?" She was shocked!
She had never heard anyone say that word before in Cherry Valley, Connecticut!
"I asked you a question, Missy."
She wanted to run, but she couldn't. She was frozen. She was in shock.
The big, black man stood up and walked over to the door of the bedroom.
He closed it.
Betty began to shake with fear. "Yo' do' don' lock. You better hopes yo' hubby don' decide to show up." She stared at him.
Could this really be happening to her? He grabbed her tightly and began kissing down her neck.
Without meaning to, she sighed deeply.
"I ... uh, don't want to do this."
"Sure, you do."
"No, really. Stop."
"You don't wants for' me to stop."
He was right.
She didn't want for him to stop.
He continued to kiss down her neck.
He began to rub her tits through her sweater.
He was passionate.
He wanted her body.
He wanted to fuck her!
She had never felt that way with her husband. She felt hot and desirable with the black man. She liked it.
"You ever had black dick up yo' pussy afore?" She couldn't speak.
She was so much in shock that this could be happening to her.
"You got a bad habit, Missy. When I asks you a question, I expects an answer."
SMACK!
He hit her with the back of his hand and she went flying across the room onto the floor. "AAAAH!" She screamed!
The force of the man's punch stung as his leathery skin bit into the side of her face. "Don't do that, please."
"Den answer me when I asks you a question. And does what I says to do. Whassa matter, Missy. Ain't you ever had it rough afore?"
"No."
"Yo' hubby ain't never gotten wild when he was makin' de beast wif you?"
"No."
"Yo' hubby ain't very good at fuckin', is he?" She stared up into the eyes of the black man. He was right.
And she hated her husband for it!
*****
"No, he isn't."
He began to unbutton his shirt. "Git yo' clothes off."
Slowly, nervously, she pulled off her sweater and undid her skirt.
She took off her bra and panties and stockings.
She stood in front of the black man completely naked.
She was scared.
But she had decided to go through with it, and damn the consequences.
She couldn't just go on living the way she had been living.
She needed to know what it was like have sex and have it be wild and rough and hot! She looked up.
The black man stood before her, completely naked.
She gasped!
She had never seen a dick except for her husband's. This was huge!
It was already at half-mast and it was as big around as the grip on a baseball bat!
He picked her up and threw her on the bed before she had time to complain or back out.
She landed with a thud.
The next thing she knew he had his legs straddled around her throat and that massive shaft of dickmeat was in her face.
"Suck dat meat, missy. Suck dat big, fat black cock!"
He had her head gripped in his hands. He pulled her head up and her mouth was pressing up against his cock. "I said suck it!" SMACK!
He slapped the side of her face so hard that he left a big red mark in the shape of his hand.
"Suck dat big, fat cock! You like black cock! You only wish de color would stain yo' mouf so's all yo' whitey neighbors could see dat you likes gettin' big fat black dicks shoved down yo' throat!"
She opened her mouth a little and he thrust the whole thing into her mouth with one powerful thrust!
SLAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM! She gagged! She coughed!
She gulped for breath that wasn't there. He plunged the cock into her gullet all the way to the hilt.
He pumped and pumped into her mouth.
SLAM!
SLAM!
SLAM!
Her warm, wet mouth gripped his cock tightly and felt really good to the horny black man.
He loved the feel of her mouth.
He loved the feel of the undulations of her throat.
Actually, it was the feel f her twisting her head this way and that, trying to find some way to breathe around his dick.
But there was no way.
His cock was enormous!
It stopped up her windpipe easily.
And he was far from finished yet!
He kept fucking her face, slamming his long, hard tool down her throat.
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
He fucked away with all his might. She was trapped. She was cornered.
There was no way she could loose herself from the man's grip! He had her down where he wanted her and she was staying there! She couldn't breathe!
Looking at it before, she would have laughed if someone had suggested that she could take that whole thing down her throat.
But she didn't try.
He didn't bother to wait for her to try!
He just had her open her mouth a little and then he pushed his cock down her throat as far as it would go!
And it could reach pretty far down her throat.
And the more he fucked, the harder his cock!
And longer!
And thicker!
He pushed and pushed!
Soon, his cock was as big as it could get.
She held back the urge to gag up her breakfast.
She coughed all the air out of her lungs!
*****
GAG! HACK!
KHOUGHHHHHHHHHHH!
Soon there was no air left in her lungs.
She felt tingly all over.
She felt faint!
He pumped and pumped.
JAM!
JAM! JAM!
He jammed, bobbed and jerked. The whole force of his big black body went slamming into her steamy, hot oral cavity. Soon, the pain subsided.
The urge to hack and cough and free herself from the black man's massive tool was also gone.
The black log which had formed a wet bridge from his midsection to her mouth was now a part of her.
She loved it!
It was an experience the likes of which she had never experienced.
The experience was hot and horny!
She felt her pussy moisten with it's self-lubricating oils and then dampen and then gush!
Electricity ran up and down her nervous system!
She was in shock!
She was buzzing with sweet delight!
She felt a strange tingling in her pussy.
Her clit, which her husband had all but let whither and die, was buzzing and humming for the first time in her life.
With her only being half aware that it was happening, her hand moved down to her clit and began to rub it in smooth, soft, slow circles.
"Yeah, missy, I's likes de way you white women touches y'sefs!"
Her rubbing got harder and faster.
His pumping into her got harder and harder!
THRUST!
THRUST!
THRUST!
Her throat had gotten so tired from fighting off the invading shaft of enormous manmeat that his thrusting was becoming commonplace.
She loved the feeling.
It was the feeling of a hot, horny man inside of her and it made her all the more hot and horny!
Hornier than she had ever been in her entire life.
Her throat was completely relaxed now and she was able to take the whole shaft without a problem.
Problem?
It was sheer pleasure!
He thrust and thrust and she stroked her clit in time.
With her other hand, she pulled apart the lips to her pussy.
She pulled them apart far!
She imagined how that huge, black pecker pole would feel when it was slamming up inside her beaver!
SLAM!
SLAM!
SLAM!
"AAAAAH!"
Shew screamed past the enormous invader.
Something was happening down in her pussy. Something strange!
Something she had never experienced before when she had been fucking with her husband! She screeched!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH-HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAA!"
"UNGH!"
"UH!"
"UH!"
"UNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Electric excitement ran from her pussy and shot all through her body!
She rolled all around the bed!
Her nipples were rock-hard!
She gulped down his cock!
There was nothing to stop her now!
*****
She tried to swallow as much of the manmeat as she could!
She gnawed at his nappy pubic hairs with her teeth.
This crazed bitch had gotten a good fuck for the first time in her life and she was loving it!
Her first orgasm was still ringing in her ears!
She was covered with a damp sweat!
"Yeah, bitch! Rub y'sef! You white bitches know how to gits hot! I loves de sight of you white bitches when you come!"
She was still rolling all over the bed!
Her hands began to stroke up and down the black man's body.
His skin felt smooth and cool and leathery to her touch!
She loved the feel of his big, bulgy muscles! He was so strong!
She loved to rub her hand as up and down his smooth chest!
Across his flat abdomen!
Over his bulging black muscles's!
She ran her hand down to his ass!
She had always secretly loved black men's asses!
They were so round!
Even really skinny black men seemed to have these asses which stuck out too far!
She ran her fingers up and down his smooth black ass!
She ran her fingers along the crack in his ass. It was sop warm!
He was so hot, like a raging fire inside!
She ran her finger all up and down the crack in his black ass.
"Ooh, bitch! You sure as Hell is horny! Ain't you?"
She murmured a satisfied: "YES!"
She gulped at his plunging black dick!
He continued to ram it into her.
He didn't hold back any, he gave it all he had!
RAM!
RAM!
RAM!
RAM!
She brought her finger up to her nose. She sniffed the stench that came off the black man's ass.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm."
She hummed!
It made her so horny!
So very, very horny!
She sniffed at it as he continued to fuck her face at full throttle. RAM! RAM! RAM! RAM!
She reminded herself who was fucking her as she sniffed the musky smelling finger.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm." He gave it all he had.
Then he grabbed her by the hair on the back of her neck really hard and yanked her head up to meet every last one of his thrusts!
"Mmmmmmmmmm!"
She didn't feel a thing.
Except, a slight pulsing of the skin of his cock against her quivering lips.
But, this pumping action erupted into a gusher of hot, steamy come inside her mouth!
She couldn't swallow it fast enough!
"UNGH!"
"UNGH!"
"YEAH, WHITE CUNT! SUCK! SUCK THAT DICK! SUCK THAT MOTHER FUCKIN' BIG BLACK DICK! SWALLOW EVERY DROP OF THAT HOT, STICKY COME!"
She tried and tried!
She didn't want to miss a drop!
She had never tasted come before!
It was warm and salty and mucousy!
It was soooooooooo good!
CHAPTER TWO
As she slurped the last few drops from his mammoth chocolate tool, she delighted in her first taste of come.
It warmed her inside!
Her pussy quivered at the experience.
Just then, seemingly from far away, she heard a loud sound.
SLAM!
She continued to lap at his tool, oblivious of anything else, until an all too familiar voice broke through her veil of forbidden pleasure.
"MOM! WE'RE HOME! WHAT'S FOR LUNCH? MOM! WHERE ARE YOU?"
"AAH!"
She screamed, suddenly aware of her predicament.
She looked at the black man. "It's my children!"
"I ain't stupid, missy. I has a brain underneath my nappy scalp!"
"Well, urn, stay here! HOLD ON BOBBY, I'M UPSTAIRS! I'LL BE DOWNSTAIRS IN A MINUTE! I'll try to hurry them back off to school. Where are my panties? BE RIGHT DOWN! You just wait here and I'll be right back!"
"I's has to go. I's got two more' houses here in whitey town 'fore 'n the days out."
She stopped throwing on her sweater.
She stared up at him in disbelief.
"No!"
She looked so sad!
He couldn't be leaving now!
Not yet!
He hadn't even been in her pussy yet! Oh, she wanted that black dick up her pussy sooooooooo badly! Sooooooooooo badly!
She could just feel him coursing his steamy, white come up inside her pelvis! Ooooooooh!
She had to feel him up inside her! He couldn't go! NOT YET!
"Please, I'll do anything you want! ANYTHING! ANYTHING! ANYTHING!"
His bulging eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.
"I'll do anything you want me to do, just please don't go. Not just yet! I've never been fucked like that before! I've never had a really hot and horny man inside my pussy before! Look, you have me dripping wet down there! You got me all ready! You can't just leave! No. Please! Pleasure! I'm begging you! Please! You can't leave me to go on getting fuck half-assed by my boring white husband who's done after the first two strokes! I need your hot, black tool up inside me! I need to feel you in my pussy just once! Then I can go back to being another boring housewife!"
"Listen, cunt. You hurry those kiddies along back to school and I'll stay and finish fucking you!"
He loved the feeling of power!
Of course he had power over her anyway, she was so delicate and feminine and frail and he was tall and strong and muscular!
*****
But having her need the feel of his black log so much that she would stand there on the verge of tears begging for it!
That's power!
"Thank you," she said meekly.
""Excepting, you remember yo' promise! YOU DO WHAT'S I SAYS!"
"Yes. Anything! Just stay."
She hurriedly threw the rest of her clothing on and ran down the stairs.
Candy and Bobby were standing on the bottom of the stair looking puzzled.
"Mommy, is there someone upstairs?"
"Why, dearest, whatever gave you that idea?"
Sweat began to pour down over her face and she had a stupid looking half-smile painted on her face.
"I heard someone else's voice."
"Nonsense. I was the. Uh. Um. I was the TV! I was watching TV."
"Mommy."
"Yes, Candy."
"Why is your sweater on backwards?"
"Oh, don't be silly it ... oh, well, I guess it is. Well, I just got some clothes in today that I had ordered through the Spiegel's catalogue and I was just trying them on."
She laughed a silly, forced laugh and dragged the kids out to the kitchen.
"What's for lunch, Mommy?"
"Yeah, Mommy, what's for lunch?"
"Um. Listen. Mommy has. Mommy has a headache. Yeah, that's it. Mommy has a really bad headache. Mommy feels really sick and she needs to go lay back down and take a nap. So here's some bread and here's some peanut butter and here's some grape jelly. There's some milk in the refrigerator. Don't make a mess. Get back to school on time. I'll talk to you after school tonight."
Before the kids had a chance to protest, Mommy was back up the stairs!
She walked into the room and saw that her big, black friend was lying down on the edge of the bed all ready for her.
His cock was standing straight up!
She looked at it.
Spasms of pleasure raced up and down her spine at the very sight of it! It was so big! And hard!
It was as black as coal!
Big, juicy veins stuck out all over it. They coursed the blood which kept it alive and hard and ready for action!
In an instant she was again out of her clothes! She stood naked before him.
*****
Her titties jiggled as she moved towards him.
All ready for pleasure, her nipples, normally large and fleshy and soft and neon pink, were now hard and pointed as spikes.
They stood straight up and away from her body, as if pulled by unseen strings from the ceiling.
She found she had trouble moving towards him!
Her knees were weak!
She couldn't find the strength to walk over to him.
As much as she loved the new feelings of horny passion which were awakening within her breast, she was afraid of this man.
It was a forbidden fantasy for a sweet, young thing of Cherry Valley.
But it was true.
She was balling a black man!
This dirty, big, muscle-bound nigger was warming her bed and was stroking his long, black member, priming it for entry up her twitching, nervous gash.
She stared down at him.
Her blonde hair bounced back and forth over her face as she moved slowly towards him.
Eagerness drew her to him.
She perhaps would not have been as eager if she would have noticed the device he had set up in the corner.
It was plugged in and steam was rising off the metal which was now glowing red!
She walked over to him and sat down upon his long, black pole.
She worried whether something this big would fit into her pussy!
But her pussy did fine.
It stretched open wide!
Wide!
WIDE!
It swallowed up every inch of the black cock!
She squealed with delight as the long cock slid up inside her!
Her eyes rolled back inside her head!
Her blonde hair cascaded down over her face.
She gasped for breath.
She slid all the way down on his dick.
His legs were spread wide.
He gave a little pump with his hips as she got to the bottom and the thrust sent his cock jabbing up inside of her!
"UH!"
The short, quick pain was passion and pleasure and all she dreamed about!
She slid up off his cock.
Her clit rode the veins of his cock!
It hummed and bubbled with excitement as she felt the bumpy ride up and down his long, black cock!
She pulled all the way up until the flaps of her cunt lips were gripping and putting the squeeze on the rim around the head of his cock.
*****
Then she slid back down his cock again until her asscheeks sat upon his monstrous black balls.
She began to ride up and down on his cock faster and faster!
Faster.
FASTER.
FASTER!
FASTER!
She bounced up and down ion his cock.
Her titties bounced furiously up and down.
Her head bobbed back and forth!
She held her hand against her cunt.
She pressed the folds of her cunt around the massive cock, trying to press the folds ever harder around the long, black seat.
"OOH!"
"OOOOOOH!"
"OOOOOOOOOH!"
"You like that, cunt?"
She was too enthralled in the glory of the moment to answer him.
"What did I tell youse 'bout ignoring me?" SMACK!
He whacked her with the back of his hand and she was knocked off his cock onto the floor.
He began kicking her carcass!
THUD!
THUD!
THUD!
He curled the toes on his big, black foot and they found a new home wrapped up in the girl's ribs. THUD! THUD! THUD!
"Goddamned white cunt! You thinks you is mighty special 'cause you live in a nice big house, but I is yo' master now! And when I asks you a question, you had better answer me!"
She lay on the floor gasping.
The wind had been knocked out of her!
He threw her on her stomach and pulled her knees up.
She tried to get up on all fours, but each time she tried to get up he would knock her head back down into the carpeting.
SMACK!
THUD!
Her fingernails ground into the carpet! He thrust his cock up her cunt as he approached her from behind.
RAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM! "UH!"
The sudden entry caused a surge of pain to shoot through her pussy and then out across her entire body!
He began ramming his meat up her slit!
SLAM!
SLAM!
SLAM!
He loved this much better than passive act of lying there while she bounced and jiggled up and down his shaft.
He slammed his cock into her pussy as hard as he could!
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
Her whole body shook from the force of the impact!
He rocked his hips into her waiting gash as hard as he could.
Her face burned as it was continually grinded into the carpet!
His strokes began to slow down!
But each one became harder, more exact, more deliberately planted up inside her vaginal cavity!
THRUST!
THRUST!
THRUST!
"UUUUUUUNGHHHHHHHHHH!"
*****
The black man moaned and let loose a stream of white, wet come up inside her cunt.
She too, was rolling with orgasm at the sensations that the black man was planting up her pussy!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA A AAH!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAH!"
"UH!"
"UH!"
"UNGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
She panted for breath!
Then she rolled around on the floor squealing like a pig!
"Oh, Fuck me again!"
"You wants me to fucks you again? Missy, don' you ever gets enough?"
"NO! Never! I'll never get enough of your long black cock! Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme!"
"I fucks you!"
SMACK!
WHACK!
WHAM!
THUD!
He beat upon her mercilessly! "I fucks you when I wants to fucks you, not when you tells me to fornicates you!" WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
Her face was black and blue. There was a small stream of blood running out of the corner of her mouth. He spit into his hand.
HOCKHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! PPPTTTEEEWWW!
Her rubbed the spit along the shaft of his long, thick black tool.
Not that it did much good.
It would take a lot of spit to lubricate that massive slab of dickmeat!
But at least he had made an effort!
Before she knew it he was up inside her asshole!
RAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMMM!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!"
She screamed art the top of her lungs!
"AA A A A AA A AA A A AA AA A AA A AAHHH!"
It hurt so much!
It hurt more than anything had ever hurt her before!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAHHH!"
She had completely forgotten about the children downstairs.
They would have been frightened had they heard the screaming, but with their mother not monitoring their actions, they had turned the stereo up full blast and was playing Madonna as loudly as the stereo could muster!
They didn't hear their mother's agonizing screams.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!"
"STOP IT! STOP! IT HURTS TOO MUCH! GET THE HELL OUT OF MY ASSHOLE!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!"
This just made the black man angrier.
*****
"No way, you horny white bitch! I is gonna fucks every hole you got! I's gonna stretch out yo' asshole so you can slip it over big, black dick as nice as a glove!"
RAMMMMMMMMMM!
RAMMMMMMMMMM!
RAMMMMMMMMMM!
He fucked her asshole as hard as he could!
He had to keep fucking it faster and faster!
Harder and harder!
There was no other way!
Otherwise, her poor virgin assfuckhole would stick it's tissues around his cock so tightly that he couldn't budge!
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
He fucked and fucked!
As it was, she was much too tight. (If there is such a thing!) It hurt him to be up her tiny, tighter-than-tight assfuckhole as it put the squeeze on his fat black manmeat!
"AAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!"
"AAAAAA AA AAA AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!"
He fucked and fucked!
Though he had already came twice so far, the pressure of her blazing hot, tight asshole was enough to bring him to orgasm right away!
"Here it comes, white bitch! I's gonna fill yo' ass full of my nigger juice!"
"UNGGGGGHHHHHHHH!"
"UNGGGGGHHHHHHHH!"
"UUUUUUUUUNGHHHHHHHHHH!"
He moaned as he slammed his cock deeper still into her ass for the final moments before he creamed his hot, sticky juice all up inside of her and painted her intestines!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!"
"Yeah, you white cunt! Yo' ass is burning! Yo' ass is so hot!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH
!"
He yanked his cock out of her constricting ass!
He yanked it out hard and quick and painfully.
She lay on the floor.
She was in shock!
She couldn't move!
OH!
The slightest movement and her ass burned with pain!
"Get up, you white cunt!"
"Please, give me a second."
"Shut yourself up!"
His foot found some warmth back in her ribs!
THUD!
THUD!
THUD!
"I said for' you to get up! I didn't asks you to get up!" THUD! THUD! THUD!
"Okay, okay," she wheezed.
"Goddamned white people. They asks you to stay and says they'll do whatever you says. Den all they does is complain! I hates that! Missy, you'd better smarten up!"
WHACK!
He knocked her back onto the floor! Slowly she stood up on her feet. Slowly. Dejectedly.
"Yes, you're right. I said I'd do whatever you said. And I will. I was out of line. I'll be good now. I'll do whatever you say."
*****
But then she began to smell something. It was....
Something was burning!
"Somethings burning! The kids!"
She began to race out of the room.
But a big black hand stopped her.
"That burnings coming from up here. It's a little toy I likes to use on my women when I fucks them!" She had given her word!
Besides, anything was better than a lifetime of boring sex with her boring husband.
She needed something hotter!
And as she saw the contraption, it was certainly heating up.
The metal poker was glowing!
And it was glowing red hot!
She felt so alive around the black man!
So hot!
So horny!
The fucking bitch was in heat for the first time in her life and she would do whatever the black man asked her to do!
She resigned herself to following him into Hell if that was where he was leading her!
He took her by the hand and leaned her up against the headstand on the bed.
She leaned against it.
She sighed.
She braced herself.
She inclined her ass into the air so he had a good shot at either one of her fuckholes!
He went over and began tending to his little toy!
It was the contraption that she had seen in his toolbox!
It was a strange little device, but perfectly self-explanatory.
There was a metal dildo. It was shiny steel!
It was shaped into the form of a long, thin dick! And it was beginning to glow a bright red! Red hot!
There was steam coming up off the surface of it!
It smelled of burning!
It was a gruesome sight!
And it was attached to a little hydraulic pump.
A tiny, little pump with a big lever.
But there was a thrusting force behind that pump which could break down doors!
Oh, you might not want it inside of you!
You might not be so glad about it being poised to fire up your cunt!
Or up your asshole!
But you had damn well better hope that it hit its mark!
You had damned well better hope that it seared up into your ass or gash!
Because if it didn't tear up inside one of your two holes....
It would certainly make a new one!
"You are gonna be branded bitch! But not to worry! Hubby wont see yo' mark! Hubby won' see yo' brand! Naw, he won' see the mark which says you is mine, which says you is mah cattle, which says you is mah fuck cattle!"
*****
"Naw, Hubby won' see that. 'Cause you will be branded on the inside! Inside! I's gonna brand you with a big burn which will turn into a big scar up inside yo' pretty pink ass and up inside yo' pretty pink cunt!"
He picked the contractf equipment up off the floor and set it on the dresser.
He flung her cosmetics onto the floor, making room.
He gripped the handle tightly in his hand. His cock was screaming! He began jacking off fast and furious! The hot, steel dildo/poker was all set to plunge up inside her asshole. "You ready, cunt?"
"Yes."
"You scared, cunt?"
"No."
"That's stupid. You should be!"
"I am. A little."
"A little! Oh cunt, wait until you feel this! It's gonna burn the pretty pink flesh off your fuckholes! It's gonna make you bleed all over the floor! You ain't never had nothing as hurtful as this in your life afore, and you had best pray to God you don't get anything this hurtful ever again!"
He plunged the lever!
"AAAAAH!"
Her scream was cut off short! The pain was too severe! The whole bottom half of her body was going numb.
She was dizzy.
Everything was getting fuzzy! She was going into shock! She couldn't believe this was happening! It was if she was an outsider looking on at the whole thing!
She couldn't feel anything.
And yet.
She could feel.
PAIN!
PAIN!
PAIN!
PAIN!
I throbbed through her head, through her whole body!
She couldn't stand!
The think had rammed her.
No....
It was still ramming her. It made a sinister buzzing noise. And the sadistic black man continued pulling the lever.
Again and again and again....
The hot, steel rod kept thrusting in and out of her ass.
She looked down and through the haze she indeed saw a river of blood running down her leg and soaking into the carpet.
She felt herself drop to the floor.
*****
Then she felt two big hands pick her up and set her back in place in front of the machine.
The sinister buzzing of the machine continued.
There was that same burning metallic smell.
Only something was different. this time the smell mixed with the smell of charred and burning flesh.
Hers!
The hand dropped on the lever once more and this is time the hot, steel went barreling into her cunt with superhuman speed and strength.
She couldn't feel a thing.
And yet as the thing continued to barrel into her cunt again and again and again....
She looked down and saw her delicate, pink pussy char beneath her.
Her little pubic hairs singed.
It barreled into her.
THRUST!
THRUST!
THRUST!
THRUST!
The black hand kept yanking on the lever and on his cock wildly. THRUST! THRUST! THRUST! THRUST!
Somewhere in the depths of her soul she found the strength.
It wasn't a conscious choice. She couldn't help herself. It was the sensation.
The thing kept rubbing against her clit as it thrust back and forth into her cunt. It rubbed and rubbed. So hard! Hard. HARD! HARD!
She couldn't help but orgasm there on the spot!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!"
"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Then she fell to the floor.
She was barely conscious.
She looked up as something fell in her eye.
It was wet and sticky.
It gummed up in her lashes and she couldn't see. She wiped her face on the carpet and looked up. The black man had finished jacking off over her.
*****
Now he was letting his cock go flaccid. "Dirty, nasty white bitch!"
HOCKHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
PPPTTTEWWWWW!
He spit on her.
HOCKHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
PPPTTTEWWWWW!
HOCKHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
PPPTTTEWWWWW!
He continued to do so until he had let his cock go flaccid.
Then he let go a good long piss all over her naked, abused body.
As she fell into unconsciousness, all she remembered hearing were the words:
"Dirty, nasty white bitches, you all need to be taught a lesson."
*****
It was almost 3:30 before she awoke. "My God!"
She considered herself lucky! Any second now the kids would be home from school.
What would happen if they caught her like this. She looked around her.
There was blood and come and piss all over the carpet.
She threw her robe around herself and ran down the stairs.
The black man was no where around. She sighed.
She walked over to the fireplace. She was still in shock. She had lost a lot of blood. She felt sick.
She didn't even want to look down at her poor pussy!
Oh, what it must look like! The fire had nearly gone out! She was shivering! She was so cold!
She figured that it must be from the loss of blood.
She walked into the kitchen.
The kids had left a mess, but they had obviously gotten off to school okay.
She walked down the cellar stairs.
It was down cellar that her husband chopped wood for the fireplace.
*****
She slowly descended the stairs. She worried about getting dizzy and falling. No, she must make pretend that nothing happened today.
Nobody knew. Nobody would ever know! She stumbled the last few steps. She got to the woodpile.
She tripped and landed on a piece of wood that was still uncut.
She was still very disoriented. Was that a hand?
Yes, a friendly hand pushed her back against the log.
Then the friendly hand pulled a thorned branch up against the tender folds of her burned, abused pussy.
She started to scream.
"Mrs. McSorley. You really should keep the shades drawn during the day if you are going to have visitors over. I've watched you and wanted you for a long time, never realizing you were such a hot, horny bitch...."
The thorns from the branch cut into the flaps of her pussy.
"Wanna fuck, Mrs. McSorley? The kids will be home soon, but that doesn't seem to bother you much!"
She looked up and saw a smoothly muscled chest and big shoulders.
Her newfound lust got the better of her.
CHAPTER THREE
It was then that Betty saw the cloth coming over her face. She could not see anything. That cloth was being held to her face very firmly and she could smell the STRONG scent of chemicals.
That was the last thing she remembered. The world opened into an abyss and Betty fell in. She lost consciousness. She had no idea ho long she was under. It could have been days.
When she woke she found herself in an underground torture chamber, chained to the wall with her arms over her head.
"Where am I? Where am I?" the beautiful housewife said.
"You are in another world, woman," the dominatrix bitch said.
"Who are you? Why am I here?" the beautiful housewife said.
"I am Mistress Felicia. You are to be my slave," the dominatrix bitch said.
"Nooooooo, please. What are you going to do to me?" the beautiful housewife said.
"I am going to abuse you in unimaginable ways," the dominatrix bitch said.
"Oh my God, please have mercy on me," the beautiful housewife said.
"Mercy? Ha, I do not even know the meaning of the word," the dominatrix bitch said.
"I cannot feel anything in my arms," the beautiful housewife said.
"That is because of the way you are bound," the dominatrix bitch said.
"Will you please let my arms down?" the beautiful housewife said.
"No, not until you have ben whipped, slave," the dominatrix bitch said.
"Whipped?"
"That's right."
"Slave?"
"Now and forever."
"Oh God-"
"God is not here. Just me and you," the dominatrix bitch said. "Please-"
"And I am the Mistress of Satan himself," the dominatrix bitch said.
"What, what are you going to whip me with," the naked woman said.
"I am coming to whip you with a riding crop," the dominatrix bitch said.
"Oh no, not a riding crop!" the beautiful housewife said.
"Yes, the riding crop, sweetheart," the dominatrix bitch said.
"They will chew up my flesh!" the beautiful housewife said.
"Your screams will be wonderful," the dominatrix bitch said.
"Wonderful? How can you say that?" the beautiful housewife said.
"Easy. I really am a sadist," the dominatrix bitch said.
"Oh, this must be a nightmare," the beautiful housewife said.
"Yes, a nightmare from which you will never wake," the dominatrix bitch said.
"I cannot believe this is happening to me," the beautiful housewife said.
"Do you know what a riding crop is?" the dominatrix bitch said. "Yes."
"You tell me what it is, slave," the dominatrix bitch said.
"It is a horse whip, right?" the beautiful housewife said.
"That's right, just like the jockeys use out at the flats to whip the shit out of their mounts," the dominatrix bitch said.
"But won't it mark human flesh upon impact?" the beautiful housewife said.
"Sweetheart, that is the whole idea," the dominatrix bitch said.
"Oh, noooooooooo," the beautiful housewife said.
"I'm afraid so sweetheart," the dominatrix bitch said.
"NOOOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOO!" the beautiful housewife said.
"I am going to make pretty designs on your body," the dominatrix bitch said.
"After you have whipped me?" the beautiful housewife said.
"I will release the chains that hold your arms," the dominatrix bitch said.
"Ohhhhhhhh, I think getting whipped will be worth it," the beautiful housewife said.
"I think you are going to learn to love the whip," the dominatrix bitch said.
"Why, why do you say that, Mistress Felicia?" the beautiful housewife said.
"I have heard tell that you are a masochist," the dominatrix bitch said.
"You must have heard about my burned flesh," the beautiful housewife said.
"I heard that you were reamed until practically paralyzed," the dominatrix bitch said.
"Yes, it is all coming back to me now. The Negro man-" the beautiful housewife said.
"My agent. Actually a Harvard Law School Graduate," the dominatrix bitch said.
"So, I guess you know that I dig the pain of sex," the beautiful housewife said.
"I know that you dig painful sex, yes," the dominatrix bitch said.
"That's what I meant, I think," the beautiful housewife said.
"Would you like to know more about my riding crop?" Mistress Felicia asked.
"Yes."
"It was sent to me by a personal friend of mind from England."
"Very nice."
"Can you tell what it is made out of?" the dominatrix bitch said.
"The outside looks like it is made of black leather," the beautiful housewife said.
"That's right. But do you know what is inside the whip? Do you know what makes it crack?" the dominatrix bitch said.
"What?"
"You don't know, sweetheart?" the dominatrix bitch said.
"I haven't got the vaguest," the beautiful housewife said.
"It is bamboo, bamboo imported from China!" Mistress Felicia said.
"Amazing," the sexual submissive said with wide eyes.
"Now you are going to feel its sting!" the dominatrix bitch said.
Betty heard the whistle of the whip moving through the air.
"TAKE THE MOTHERFUCKING WHIP RIGHT ACROSS YOUR MOTHERFUCKING KNOCKERS, SCUMGIRL!" the dominatrix bitch said.
CRACK!
SMACK!
WHACK!
CRACK!
"OW WWW WW WW! OWWWWWWW!
OWWWWWWWW! YOU ARE MAKING IT HURT SO BAD, YOU ARE MAKING IT HURT SO BAD, AARRGGHH, I CANNOT BELIEVE THE INTENSITY OF THE PAIN, I CANNOT BELIEVE THE INTENSITY OF THE PAIN, OHHHHHHHH, OHHHHHHHH, OHHHHHHHH, OWWWWWWWW, THE AGONY, I CANNOT BELIEVE THE INTENSITY OF THE AGONY. I CAN FEEL THE MOTHER-FUCKING RIDING CROP COMING DOWN AGAIN AND AGAIN AGAINST MY TITS. OHHHHHHHH, I CAN FEEL MY TITS BEING THOROUGHLY RAVAGED BY THE LEATHER AND BAMBOO HORSE WHIP, I CAN SEE THROUGH MY TEAR-FILLED EYES THAT MY KNOCKERS ARE BECOMING BEAUTIFULLY STRIPED WITH THE ANGRY RED WELTS THAT ARE SPAWNED WITH EACH OF YOUR SUPER-SADISTIC BLOWS, MISTRESS FELICIA. OHHHHHHHH, OHHHHHHHH, OHHHHHHHH, NOW I CAN FEEL THE WHIP COMING DOWN RIGHT AGAINST MY NIPPLE, I CAN FEEL THE WHIP COMING DOWN FIRST AGAINST ONE NIPPLE AND THEN AGAINST THE OTHER. OHHHHHHH, I CAN SEE THAT MY NIPPLES ARE SWELLING GROSSLY IMMEDIATELY. I CAN SEE THAT THE NIPPLE ARE ALREADY STARTING TO DISCOLOR. I CAN SEE THAT THE NIPPLES ARE ALREADY STARTING TO TURN BLACK AND BLUE. I CAN SEE THE WELTS MAKING CRISSCROSSING PATTERNS ON MY BOOBS, OHHHHHHHH, THE AGONY IS SO MOTHER FUCKING ACUTE!" the beautiful housewife said.
*****
"I love to whip tits!" Mistress Felicia proclaimed happily.
There were tears staining Betty's pretty face up and down her cheeks.
"You have hurt me very badly," the beautiful housewife said.
"How do your tits feel now that I have stopped whipping them?"
"They feel swollen and I feel them throbbing," the beautiful housewife said.
"Can you still feel the sharp pain in them?" Mistress Felicia asked.
"No, the sharpest of the pain has faded away," the beautiful housewife said.
"That is good. What do you feel now?" Mistress Felicia asked.
"I feel a dull throbbing, an ache," the beautiful housewife said.
"Right. That ache, it resembled the ache of lust?" Mistress Felicia asked.
"Very much so, now that you mention it," Betty exclaimed.
"That is what I am going to teach you," the sexual sadist said.
"What are you going to teach me?" the sexual submissive asked.
"I am going to teach you that pain and pleasure are one and the same thing, sweetheart," the dominatrix bitch said.
"I see."
*****
SMACK! CRACK! WHACK! CRACK!
Mistress Felicia whipped across the fiat plane of Betty's belly a few times-just for the fun of it. Just for kicks.
"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" the beautiful housewife said.
"I sure am having a good time," the dominatrix bitch said.
"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW" the sexual submissive screamed.
*****
Then Mistress Felicia released the cuffs that held Betty's arms in place against the stone wall to the underground torture chamber above the sexual sub-missive's head.
The thoroughly masochistic housewife collapsed to the packed dirt floor.
The outrageously good-looking sex slave wept with her feeling of helplessness and hopelessness and despair.
The buxom and shapely sexual subservient could feel the numbness wearing off in her tits.
She could feel the pain returning.
Betty became aware, for the first time really, of just how severely her breasts had been ravaged by Mistress Felicia's riding crop.
"I can feel myself getting sexually aroused, sweetheart," the bitch said.
"Oh?" the beautiful housewife said.
Betty lifted her head. Her face was more severely stained with tears than ever. Mistress Felicia could see that the sexual submissive's eyes were all red and swollen. The criminally insane dominatrix bitch could see that the discoloration of Betty's nipples was getting worse with each passing second also.
"I can feel the hot blood of my feminine arousal pumping downward in my body," Mistress Felicia exclaimed.
"I think I know what that means," the sexual submissive said.
"Each and every drop of that hot blood is heading for the pink delta between my legs," the dominatrix bitch said.
"Yes, it is as I suspected," the beautiful housewife said.
"I can feel my pussy swelling, sweetheart," the dominatrix bitch said.
"I have a feeling that I know where this is leading," the beautiful housewife said.
"I can feel all of the mucous membranes between my thighs getting a little bit larger with each passing second. I can feel both my inner and outer cunt lips growing. I can tell that it is not going to be very long at all before all of the pink tissues between my finely tapered thighs are every bit as swollen as they can possibly get."
"I see."
"I can feel the little glands up inside my pussy starting to secrete their natural lubrication. Oooooh, yeah."
"Your cunt-"
"Yes?"
"It is getting moist?"
"Yes."
"Mine too," Betty said. "I don't care."
"Oh."
"We are discussing my cunt."
"Sorry."
"My cunt is damp."
"I am glad."
"But it will not stay damp for long," Mistress Felicia said. "No?"
"Nope. It will not be just moist for long," the dominatrix bitch said.
"No?" Betty said, tilting her pretty head to one side a bit.
The thoroughly masochistic housewife tried to climb to her feet.
"My legs, my legs feel so weak," the beautiful housewife said.
The outrageously good-looking sex slave got part way up and collapsed back down.
"Do not try to get up, sweetheart," the dominatrix bitch said.
"No?"
"Stay down there. You will be useful down there," the dominatrix bitch said. "Okay."
"What was I saying? Ah, yes, my pussy will not be just moist before long," Mistress Felicia exclaimed happily.
"What will it be?"
"My pussy is going to be SOAKING WET with my natural lubrication, sweetheart," the dominatrix bitch said.
"I see."
"I can feel my clitoris swelling, just like the rest of my cunt."
"Yes."
"I can feel the love button getting so large that it is pushing out from under the fleshy sheath that usually all but covers it," the dominatrix bitch said. "Ummmmmmmm."
"I can feel my clitoral foreskin being pushed up and out of the way by my growing little man in the boat," Mistress Felicia said.
"I see."
"I can feel the clit getting larger and larger, and increasingly sensitive too," the dominatrix bitch said.
"I'll bet," the beautiful housewife said.
"I can feel my natural lubrication pooling at the mouth of my cunt hole," the dominatrix bitch said.
"I can see it," the beautiful housewife said.
"I can feel the juice from my womanly fruit accumulating at the base of my poontang slash," the dominatrix bitch said.
"I can see that the juice is gathering in between your protruding and slightly curled back inner cunt lips," the beautiful housewife said.
"I bet it won't be very long at all before the juice from your pussy starts to spill right out of your poontang," the beautiful housewife said.
"Nope, I bet it won't be very long at all," the dominatrix bitch said.
"Soon the juice is going to be streaming down the insides of your thighs, Mistress Felicia," Betty said with awe in her voice. The thoroughly masochistic housewife was impressed. The outrageously good-looking sex slave could not take her eyes off of the sexual sadist's snatch. The buxom and shapely sexual subservient was obsessed with watching the sexual sadist's cunt at the moment that it began to drool its natural lubrication down the insides of Mistress Felicia's finely tapered thighs, just like sticky nectar oozing from a split in the fuzzy skin of an over-ripe peach.
*****
"You know what I want," Mistress Felicia said in a whisper.
"I have a sneaking suspicion," the beautiful housewife said.
"Tell me, tell me what I want," Mistress Felicia said.
"I will tell you what you need," the sexual submissive said.
"Yes, tell me what I need," the dominatrix bitch said.
"You need to have your cunt eaten, Mistress Felicia, right?"
"Yes, I need to have my pussy eaten badly," Mistress Felicia said.
"I assume you want me to do the eating for you?"
Betty said.
"That's right. But don't just eat my pussy," the dominatrix bitch said.
"No?" the sexual submissive said, tilting her pretty head.
"No. I want you to pleasure my inner thighs too," the dominatrix bitch said. "THERE!"
"What?"
"The juice just trickled out of your cunt," the beautiful housewife said.
"I can feel it on my inner thighs," the dominatrix bitch said.
"Some of it is dripping straight down," the beautiful housewife said.
"I can feel the juice in the crack of my ass," the dominatrix bitch said.
"I want to lick all of the juice away," Betty exclaimed eagerly.
"Ahhhhhh, you ARE a full-fledged masochist," the dominatrix bitch said.
"Yes, I yearn only to serve you," the beautiful housewife said.
"And why do you want to serve me, sweetheart?" the dominatrix bitch said.
"Because you are the one who captured me," the beautiful housewife said.
"And?"
"And because I am your slave, Mistress Felicia,"
Betty said.
"Very good, sweetheart, very good," the dominatrix bitch said. "Thank you."
*****
Betty knelt in front of Mistress Felicia as if she were kneeling before her new goddess. The thoroughly masochistic housewife looked up into the sexual sadist's eyes as if she were worshipping Mistress Felicia. Mistress Felicia was pleased with the sudden transformation in the woman. One tit-whipping and Betty had become subservient to the sexual sadist. The criminally insane dominatrix bitch was very happy. Betty could see that the dominatrix bitch was wearing a leather thing on her head that framed her face and reminded her of something a nun might wear. That was what Mistress Felicia was. She was a leather nun. A sister of the fiery congregation. Betty could see that Mistress Felicia was wearing a black leather corset around her middle. The corset fit snugly around her middle and enhanced Mistress Felicia's almost perfect hourglass figure. The thoroughly masochistic housewife could see that there were half-cups at the top of that black leather corset. The outrageously good-looking sex slave could see that those half cups fit snugly up under Mistress Felicia's tits. The buxom and shapely sexual subservient could see that the cups pushed the sexual sadist's tits even higher up on her chest then they would have rested normally-and that was saying something because Mistress Felicia considered herself a woman with damned high tits.
*****
Betty could see that Mistress Felicia was wearing black leather boots with spike high heels. Betty could see that Mistress Felicia was wearing black fishnet stockings-the kind with the black seam up the back of the calf, behind the knee, and up the thigh into never, never land.
Mistress Felicia's stockings were attached at the thigh in front and at the side, via elastic straps and round doohickeys to the sexual sadist's frilly black garter belt. Mistress Felicia was all in black, as befit a dominatrix bitch.
Betty began to kiss and lick at Mistress Felicia's inner thighs. The thoroughly masochistic housewife noticed that the sexual sadist's outfit was designed so that Mistress Felicia's tits, ass and cunt were exposed and available for caress. How could the sexual submissive help but notice that?
Betty could feel her salivary gland working overtime as she began to kiss and lick and bite up and down up and down the insides of Mistress Felicia's thighs, switching from one thigh to the other, starting at her slightly bent knees and working her way steadily upward toward the sides of the sexual sadist's thoroughly engorged vulva.
Betty could feel herself getting ready to drool because of the hyperactivity she was experiencing at that deliciously sado-masochistic moment, so that the sexual submissive had to swallow more frequently than usual to keep the sweet spittle from dribbling over her puffy and sensuously pouting lower lip onto her tiny chin.
Betty could taste some of the juices that had dripped onto Mistress Felicia's inner thighs. The thoroughly masochistic housewife knew long before she touched Mistress Felicia's cunt itself that Mistress Felicia's cunt was going to taste simply marvelous. Mistress Felicia was standing with her spiked leather boots a little more than shoulder-width apart on the packed dirt floor of the underground torture chamber.
Mistress Felicia stood with her shoulders back and her chin tilted upward proudly. Mistress Felicia placed her hands lightly at first, on top of Betty's head. Mistress Felicia found that it was becoming increasingly difficult for her to keep her lower torso still. Mistress Felicia stopped trying to keep her hips still. The criminally insane dominatrix bitch began to gyrate her hips-she began to move her bottom in a series of slow and sensuous circles, so Betty correctly assumed she would have to be increasingly agile with her head and shoulders if she hoped to keep her tongue and her lips precisely where she wanted them between the sexual sadist's legs at all times.
*****
"Yeah, now you are making me feel hot," the dominatrix bitch said.
"I can taste the cunt juice on your thighs," the beautiful housewife said.
"Do you like the flavor of that juice?" Mistress Felicia asked.
"It is the best flavor my tongue has ever known," Betty said.
"I am glad to hear that, sweetheart," the sexual sadist said.
"I like the way that your pussy smells, too," the beautiful housewife said.
"My cunt has an odor? I just bathed," the dominatrix bitch said.
"It is not the scent of a dirty cunt," the beautiful housewife said.
"No?"
"Oh no. It is the scent of an aroused cunt," the beautiful housewife said. "I see."
"Do you know what I think your cunt smells like?" Betty asked.
"What?" the sexual sadist questioned with a toothy grin.
"I think your poontang smells like hot tuna," Betty said.
"Ummmmmmm, now you are making MY mouth water," the dominatrix bitch said.
"Could you move your feet a little further apart, please?"
"Since you are being so polite about it, certainly, sweetheart."
"I just want to be able to get at your cunt better with my tongue."
"Access to my poontang is in my best interests too, sweetheart."
The criminally insane dominatrix bitch moved her feet further apart.
*****
"YOU ARE MAKING ME FEEL BREATHLESS. I CAN FEEL MY HORNINESS HAVING AN EFFECT ON MY RESPIRATORY SYSTEM!"
Betty moved her fingertips to the outer edges of Mistress Felicia's vulva.
"OHHHHHHHH, YOUR MOUTH FEELS SO GODDAMNED MOTHERFUCKING GOOD DOWN THERE ON MY THIGHS. I CAN FEEL MY HONEY POT STARTING TO BOIL."
Betty pushed her fingertips inward, and her elbows outward.
"I CAN FEEL ALL OF MY PUSSY TISSUES, ALL OF THOROUGHLY ENGORGED FOLDS OF MUCOUS MEMBRANE, STARTING TO CRAWL AROUND BERSERKLY BETWEEN MY FINELY-TAPERED THIGHS, AS IF THOSE FOLDS OF PINK CUNT TISSUE HAD SUDDENLY AND MAGICALLY DEVELOPED MINDS OF THEIR OWN."
Betty pointed her elbows in opposite directions, at opposite walls of Mistress Felicia's underground torture chamber.
"I CAN FEEL MY CLITORIS BECOMING SO SWOLLEN THAT IT FEELS LIKE IT IS GOING TO POP. NO, SERIOUSLY. MY LITTLE MAN IN THE BOAT SERIOUSLY FEELS AS IF IT IS GOING TO EXPLODE AT ANY SECOND BECAUSE OF THE EXTRAORDINARY INTERNAL PRESSURE I AM EXPERIENCING DOWN THERE AT THE TOP OF MY CUNT GASH. I CAN FEEL MY CLIT THREATENING TO COME POP RIGHT OUT OF ITS NEST AT THE TOP OF MY VAGINAL SLIT. OHHHHHHHH, I CAN FEEL MYSELF GETTING HOTTER AND HOTTER. I CAN FEEL THE NATURAL LUBRICATION DRIBBLING OUT OF THE BASE OF MY CUNT IN A STEADY FLOW RIGHT NOW, OHHHHHHHH, I CAN FEEL MY INNER THIGHS WHERE YOU ARE KISSING AND LICKING AND BITING GETTING VERY WET WITH THE FRUIT JUICE FROM MY SPLIT PEACH. I CAN FEEL MY BREATHS GETTING STEADILY SHORTER AND CLOSER TOGETHER. I CAN FEEL MYSELF STARTING TO PANT."
The feeling had only recently returned to her hands after heaven-knew-how-long of being numbed by bondage.
"I CAN TELL THAT MY PANTING IS GOING TO GET A HELL OF A LOT WORSE BEFORE IT GETS BETTER, OHHHHHHH, I AM PANTING JUST LIKE THE WILD ANIMAL I WANT TO SO BADLY TO BECOME!"
Betty could not help but wonder how long she had been kept under. Betty's fingernails seemed the same length.
"I CAN TELL THAT IT IS NOT GOING TO BE VERY LONG BEFORE I AM PANTING SO HARD AND SO FAST THAT I WILL FEEL AND SOUND AS IF I AM PURPOSEFULLY ATTEMPTING TO HYPERVENTILATE MYSELF. I CAN ALREADY FEEL MY DELICIOUSLY AROUSED BODY BECOMING LATHERED WITH THE HOT SWEAT OF MY SEXUAL EXERTION."
If the sexual submissive had been a man she would have been able to tell the length of her captivity by the growth of her beard.
"OHHHHHHHH, I NEED TO FEEL YOUR TONGUE ON MY CUNT, I NEED TO FEEL YOUR TONGUE ON MY CUNT, I NEED TO FEEL YOU MAKING ME COME WITH YOUR TONGUE ON MY CUNT I WANT YOU TO LICK AT EVERY NOOK AND CRANNY OF MY POONTANG. I WANT YOU TO LICK AT MY POONTANG UNTIL ALL OF THE DELICIOUS VAGINAL FLAVOR HAS BEEN LICKED AWAY, HAVE YOU GOT THAT SEX SLAVE?" the dominatrix bitch said.
The beard between the sexual submissive's legs looked just about the same as it always did. Her wounds had heeled some, so that gave her some indication.
"I want you to lick at my asshole too, get it!" the dominatrix bitch said.
The thoroughly masochistic housewife wondered what drugs the sexual sadist had used to keep her under, and if she had spent all of the time she was unconscious in the same position, chained against that wall.
"I want you to rim my asshole clean before you lick my cunt!"
For all Betty knew, Mistress Felicia had chained her to the wall just before she woke up, in anticipation of the regaining of the sexual submissive's consciousness.
*****
Betty began to pull the woman's cunt lips open with her fingers. Then she stopped and Mistress Felicia turned her back to her. Betty pulled the ass cheeks open a far a they would go instead. Mistress Felicia could feel the skin in the crack of her ass stretching taut.
The thoroughly masochistic housewife pulled the sexual sadist's ass cheeks apart so far that Mistress Felicia would even feel some of the puckers in her asshole being smoothed out by the pressure the sexual submissive was exerting down there. Betty pressed her fingertips hard enough to pucker Mistress Felicia's ass flesh along the sides of the sexual sadist's asshole. Betty had pushed her fingers inward so deeply, so far in between Mistress Felicia's ass cheeks, so deep into the cleavage between the sexual sadist's fanny cakes, that the tips of Betty's middle fingers were only a millimeter or two away from the mucous membranes of the sexual sadist's hypersensitive rectum on either side.
Betty parted her fleshy lips and allowed the tip of her tongue to protrude as far as she could possibly get it.
The thoroughly masochistic housewife stuck her tongue out of her mouth so far that she could feel an uncomfortable tugging down at the roots of her pink taster.
The outrageously good-looking sex slave forgot to swallow frequently enough to compensate for her excessive saliva at that moment and the sexual submissive could feel her drool rolling down over her pouting lower lip onto her chin.
*****
The buxom and shapely sexual subservient concentrated all of her attention at that moment, one-hundred percent of her attention, on making the tip of her tongue as pointy as possible at the tip.
Betty placed the tip of her tongue on the y-shaped cleft at the top of the crack of Mistress Felicia's ass.
The thoroughly masochistic housewife began to flick the tip of her tongue back and forth lightly and quickly.
The thoroughly masochistic housewife lowered her face and her head and drew her tongue tip deeper into the cleavage between Mistress Felicia's ass cheeks, closer and closer to Mistress Felicia's feverish asshole.
The outrageously good-looking sex slave took her time about it, but she finally got her tongue onto Mistress Felicia's rectum itself.
Betty flicked the tip of her tongue somewhat tentatively all around the outer edges of the rectum. Then Betty's laving became bolder.
The buxom and shapely sexual subservient's licking became increasingly enthusiastic. Betty began to lick at the sexual sadist's asshole with the flat part of her tongue. The thoroughly masochistic housewife licked at the asshole until all of the delicious anal flavor had been laved away. Betty then stiffened her tongue and placed the pointy tip at the center of the pink asterisk of Mistress Felicia's asshole. Betty began to push.
*****
Mistress Felicia concentrated on relaxing the all-important ring of muscle at the mouth of her asshole. Betty pushed a little harder. Mistress Felicia could feel her asshole opening. The thoroughly masochistic housewife could feel her tongue slipping inside. The criminally insane dominatrix bitch could feel her bung hole being penetrated by the sexual submissive's stiffened tongue. Betty pushed the tip of her tongue right up past Mistress Felicia's tight tubular sphincter muscle and into the softer and more elastic flesh of her colon. Betty wiggled the tip of her tongue around inside Mistress Felicia's asshole playfully, touching here there and everywhere with the tip of her taster. Betty then began to work her tongue in and out of the asshole, pushing her tongue tip every bit as deep inside the sexual sadist's asshole as she could get it. Betty could feel Mistress Felicia's ass muscles gripping and tugging at her tongue. It did not take Mistress Felicia long to figure out that Betty' tongue was nowhere near long enough nor thick enough to appease her in this manner. The criminally insane dominatrix bitch could tell that the sexual submissive was merely teasing her by tongue-fucking her up the poop-chute in this super-sexy passion. Mistress Felicia knew that the tongue-fucking Betty was administering upon her pooper was merely making her poontang want to be eaten that much more.
*****
Betty sensed that she was only teasing Mistress Felicia.
"I need to have my cunt licked now," Mistress Felicia said.
"Okay," the beautiful housewife said.
Mistress Felicia turned again to face the sexual submissive.
"Eat."
"Yes, Mistress Felicia," the beautiful housewife said.
Betty again pulled Mistress Felicia's cunt lips open with her fingertips.
"That's it, open up the cunt so that you can get at all of the nooks and crannies," the dominatrix bitch said.
Betty opened up the sexual sadist's cunt until it looked, to Betty anyway, like a slab of uncooked meat.
Betty once again parted her lips and stuck her tongue out of her mouth as far as she could possibly get it.
Betty placed the tip of her tongue on the inch-long patch of mucous membrane in between the base of the cunt and the asshole.
Betty was pleased to find that Mistress Felicia's natural lubrication was gathered thickly at that spot.
Yummy.
Betty began to lick up and down the outer lips of Mistress Felicia's cunt, all along the outer most edges of her vulva. The thoroughly masochistic housewife licked all the way from the top to the base of the poontang slash. Betty allowed her tongue to come very close to Mistress Felicia's clit without making direct contact with that fiery bulb. The outrageously good-looking sex slave allowed the tip of her constantly flicking tongue to come within a most minute fraction of a millimeter of the sexual sadist's little man in the boat without touching it.
Betty then licked up and down the entire length of Mistress Felicia's cunt slash in between the inner and outer lips.
Betty once again allowed her tongue to come extremely close to Mistress Felicia's clit without touching it.
Betty flicked the tip of her tongue lightly and quickly back and forth across the protruding and slightly curled back outer most edges of Mistress Felicia's inner cunt lips.
Betty wiggled the tip of her tongue from side to side and pushed the tip of her tongue in between Mistress Felicia's inner labia.
Betty pushed between the inner labia close to the top of the gash. The thoroughly masochistic housewife touched the sexual sadist's piss hole with the tip of her bold and curious tongue.
Mistress Felicia could feel the tip of Betty's tongue touching her less than an inch away and directly below the sexual sadist's clitoris. Betty licked downward instead of upward.
Betty hooked her tongue under the base of Mistress Felicia's pubic bone and located the tunnel of lust.
Betty plunged the tip of her suddenly stiffened tongue as deep inside Mistress Felicia's cunt as it would go.
Betty pushed inside Mistress Felicia's cunt until she could feel the stretching at the base of her tongue-just as she had when she penetrated Mistress Felicia's asshole in the same manner only a few moments before.
Betty, however, tilted her head to one side a little bit as she did this, so that she would not inadvertantly diddle Mistress Felicia's clitoris to orgasm prematurely with the tip of her nose.
The tip of the sexual submissive's tongue went on a game yet futile search for the mouth of Mistress Felicia's womb.
Betty then pulled her tongue out of Mistress Felicia's cunt and used her right forefinger to peel Mistress Felicia's clitoral foreskin upward. Betty peeled the fleshy sheath gingerly away from the sexual sadist's little man in the boat.
In this manner the sexual submissive rendered Mistress Felicia's love button unadulteratedly naked.
In this manner the sexual submissive made Mistress Felicia's little man in the boat vulnerable to her oral caress.
Betty puckered her fleshy lips as if she were about to whistle a happy tune. Instead Betty blew cool air onto Mistress Felicia's love button, making the sexual sadist shiver violently.
Betty darted outward with the tip of her tongue and touched Mistress Felicia's clit as lightly as she could.
Betty was smart enough to know that she did not have to touch Mistress Felicia's clitoris very hard at all.
After all, the sexual submissive knew, the clit was the most hypersensitive part of the sexual sadist's entire body.
Betty licked at the love button with the butterfly flick. Mistress Felicia went nuts. Betty used the tip of her tongue to roll Mistress Felicia's clit in a series of slow sensuous circles, just as if she were rolling a pink pea around in a sea of boiling gelatin.
Betty then flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth across Mistress Felicia's love button until the sexual sadist began to scream with her orgasmic pleasure. Betty wrapped her lips around Mistress Felicia's clit. The thoroughly masochistic housewife began to suck. The outrageously good-looking sex slave sucked and licked simultaneously. The buxom and shapely sexual subservient didn't stop licking and sucking at Mistress Felicia's clit until the come was through.
*****
"Did you like the way I licked your cunt?" the beautiful housewife said.
"No, if you must know the truth," the dominatrix bitch said.
"I am awfully sorry, you came," the beautiful housewife said.
"But I did not come as hard as I expected," the dominatrix bitch said.
"What, what did I do wrong?" the dominatrix bitch said.
"These things cannot be explained," the dominatrix bitch said. "No?"
"No, that are instinctive," the dominatrix bitch said. I see.
"You are going to be punished for the lousy job you did pleasuring my cunt."
"In what way are you going to punish me?" the beautiful housewife said.
"You are going to have your tongue pierced," the beautiful housewife said.
"NO!"
"Oh yes."
"Please-"
"Shut up!"
Mistress Felicia began to beat at Betty's back with the crop. CRACK! WHACK! SMACK! CRACK!
*****
When Betty was beaten near senseless, Mistress Felicia forced her to kneel beside the wooden slab torture table. Betty was forced to lace her lower lip on the edge of the table, while sticking her tongue out of her mouth as far as she could get it. Mistress Felicia placed the nail on the coated part of Betty's tongue with one hand and held the hammer with the other.
BAM!
Blood squirted everywhere. The nail went right through Betty's tongue into the wood.
*****
Then Betty's nipples were pierced. She was forced to spend the rest of the night bound standing with her arms behind her back.
Betty had a ring through her tongue.
The ring was attached to a chain.
The chain was attached to spikes which had been driven into the sides of Betty's tits. There were spikes holding the holes through Betty's nipples open as well.
"Tomorrow the abuses will continue," the dominatrix bitch said.
Mistress Felicia turned out the lights in the torture chamber and left Betty alone in the pitch black darkness.
Alone-
With her agony.
She wished she were dead.
*****
Betty did not sleep that night. She tried as hard as she could to stop thinking about the horrible pain in her tongue but she was reminded of her agony by a violent jolt of pain each and every time she tried to close her mouth-or even moved her jaw the slightest bit.
The thoroughly masochistic housewife knew that it was the longest night she would ever have to spend.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Good morning, I hope you had a restful sleep," Mistress Felicia said.
"Uhhhhhhhh, uhhhhhhh, uhhhhhhhhh." the sexual submissive said.
"Oh, I forgot. I have deprived you of your speech, haven't I?"
"Uhhhhhhhh, uhhhhhhhh, uhhhhhhhh," Betty mumbled pathetically. "Let me get that ring out of your tongue," Mistress Felicia said.
"Uhhhhhhhhh, uhhhhhhhhh," the sexual submissive said.
"There we go. I will also remove the spikes from your breasts and nipples."
"Ohhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhh, my tongue," the sexual submissive said.
"Good, you can speak a little bit," Mistress Felicia said.
"Yessss," Betty said. Her words sounded wet. Almost a lisp.
The ravaged housewife's tongue was EXTREMELY swollen.
"Let me help you over to the torture table," Mistress Felicia said.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, so much pain, so much pain," the sexual submissive said.
"Your abuses here in the room of pain are only beginning," Mistress Felicia said.
"Ow ww www ww, owwwwwwww," Betty moaned with helplessness and despair.
"You are going to get on the torture table on your back."
Betty did as she was told without offering any protest.
"That's it, stretch out on your back on the wooden slab."
Betty stretched out until she was completely prone on the slab. Her arms were at her sides and her legs were pointed toward the foot of the torture table. Betty's knees were locked in the straight position and her knees and ankles were close together. The ravaged housewife's toes were pointing upward toward the ceiling of Mistress Felicia's underground torture chamber. Betty's body was already severely marked with the abuses she had already received in that room of horror.
"You are going to be spread-eagled," Mistress Felicia said.
"I figured as much, Mistress Felicia," the sexual submissive said.
"You are going to be stretched out on the slab," the sexual dominant said.
"Yes."
"You see that there are thickly linked chains at the table's corners?"
"Yes, Mistress Felicia."
"Those chains are connected to steel cuffs," Mistress Felicia said. "I can see that."
"Those cuffs have sharp teeth on their insides," Mistress Felicia said. "O my."
"They are going to bite into your wrists and ankles," Mistress Felicia said.
"Ohhhhhhhh," Betty moaned with a fresh rush of despair.
*****
Mistress Felicia grabbed Betty hard by her slender left wrist. The criminally insane dominatrix bitch gripped at the gorgeous submissive's wrist so hard that the tortured woman could tell she was being bruised by the leather nun's fingertips. The exhausted sex slave felt as if she were caught in a bear-trap.
Mistress Felicia then pulled Betty's left arm back over her head toward the appropriate corner of the torture table and the appropriate cuff. The criminally insane dominatrix bitch pulled at the gorgeous sub-missive's arm so hard that the tortured woman thought her shoulder was about to be pulled right out of its socket. Mistress Felicia pulled so hard at Betty's southpaw wing that Betty was sure the bones were going to break at any second, at either the wrist or the elbow. The ravaged housewife could feel her left arm being pulled taut so that the elbow was locked in the straight position.
Mistress Felicia then clamped the toothed cuff around Betty's wrist and locked that cuff in place. Tight.
"Owwwwwwww, owwwwwwww, owwwwwwww," the sexual submissive said.
Betty could feel the teeth biting into her wrist. Mistress Felicia locked the steel cuff around Betty's slender wrist as tightly as she could get it.
It did not take the gorgeous submissive long to figure out that the toothed steel torture cuff was gripping at her wrists so tightly that it was completely cutting off the circulation of blood to her hand.
Betty could tell without looking that the tips of her fingers were turning a deep purple color. The ravaged housewife could tell that the tips of her southpaw digits were turning, at that moment, the same color s the head of a man's cock when he possessed a full-fledged erection. Betty could feel pins and needles in the tips of her fingers.
The ravaged housewife was smart enough to know that she was not going to be able to feel those pins and needles for very long. The exhausted sex slave knew that soon she was not going to be able to feel anything at all in the tips of her fingers, or the rest of her fingers, or the rest of her hand for that matter. The exhausted sex slave knew that it was only a matter of time before her fingers were rendered unadulteratedly feelingless by the stringent steel bondage Mistress Felicia was administering so cruelly. Betty tried to wiggle her fingers at the knuckles but discovered to her dismay that she could only do this with an ever increasing amount of difficulty. Betty's knuckles were getting stiffer and stiffen The beautiful subservient knew that soon she would not be able to wiggle them at all.
Betty knew that soon her fingers were going to be both feelingless and motionless due to Mistress Felicia's steel bondage.
Betty could see Mistress Felicia circling around the torture table, taking long strides. Betty could see that there was an animalistic grace in Mistress Felicia's gait. Mistress" Felicia moved like a wild animal in the jungle who was encircling her helpless prey. That was very much how the tortured woman felt at that moment, like the leather nun's helpless prey.
Betty screamed again as Mistress Felicia repeated the bondage process with her right arm. The second cuff was snapped into place. Soon Betty couldn't feel any more in her right hand than she could in her left. Soon Betty discovered that all ten of her fingers were rendered immobile by the bondage.
Mistress Felicia then moved to the foot of the torture table. Betty still had her knees and her ankles close together-although the gorgeous submissive correctly assumed that the sexual dominant was not going to allow her legs to stay close together for very long.
*****
Mistress Felicia jackknifed at the waist and reached down to grab both of the gorgeous submissive's trim ankles simultaneously.
As the sexual dominant folded at the mid-section in this fashion her tits dangled downward from her chest above the half-cups at the top of her black leather corset. She could feel her tits being made to look larger than usual because the force of gravity was in their favor.
Mistress Felicia gripped at Betty's ankles so hard that her knuckles whitened. Mistress Felicia then pulled the gorgeous submissive's shapely gams apart in one fell swoop, with a single outward sweep of her muscular arms. Betty could feel her shapely gams being pulled open first to a ninety-degree angle, to a perfect right angle, and then past a right angle to an obtuse angle.
"Open up, baby," Mistress Felicia said.
"Ohhhhhhhh," the sexual submissive said.
Betty could feel her legs being pulled open so far that her pussy lips opened along with them. The ravaged housewife could feel the same thing happening to her ass cheeks down below. Mistress Felicia quickly cuffed Betty's ankles into place at opposite corners of the foot of the wooden slab. The exhausted sex slave could feel the steel cuffs hurting her ankles severely, especially at the insides, at the ankle bones. Betty could see her toes turning purple. She lost the ability to wiggle her toes. Betty soon lost all sensation in her feet. Betty found that she could not move a muscle. She could tense and relax her muscles, but she couldn't move any of them. Betty found that the only part of her body that she would still move was her head. She could lift the back of her head off of the torture table, and she could turn her face from side to side if she wanted to. But the gorgeous submissive discovered that this took a lot of energy-more energy than it was worth, Betty concluded. The exhausted sex slave correctly assumed that she was going to need all of the pooled energy she could muster before the S and M sex session was complete. Mistress Felicia crossed the room and fetched her dildo. Betty could see that the dildo was made out of black rubber. It was long and thick. Betty could see that the dildo was over ten inches long.
*****
"Oh my God," Betty said. "I understand that you like a big cock," Mistress Felicia said. "Yes."
"I understand that you like a big BLACK cock," Mistress Felicia said. "It's true."
"Well, you are going to get this one right inside your cunt."
"Ohhhhhhhh."
In spite of the abuses that Betty had already suffered, she could feel her old masochistic libido kicking in. She felt the pain of those steel teeth biting into her wrists and her ankles, and she looked at that long thick dildo, and she could feel the hor-niness starting in her cunt.
She became swollen.
Wet.
Betty could feel her clitorises role as the center of her womanly pleasure being usurped by a new magic spot deep inside her cunt.
She could feel the new focal point of her deep-vaginal desires forming on the upper roof of her inner cunt.
Betty could feel the new center of her feminine desires forming very close to her puckered cervix, a fraction of an inch from the very mouth of her womb.
Betty could see that Mistress Felicia's dildo had three elastic straps attached to it so that Mistress Felicia could put it on around her hips and wear it as if it were a real cock. She put the dildo on and adjusted the black rubber base so that it was covering the top of her cunt gash. There were little rubber bumps at the base of the sexual dominant's dildo, little rubber bumps which looked very much like those one might expect to find covering the surfaces of a ping-pong paddle, and those bumps would caress Mistress Felicia's clitoris to orgasm if she fucked long enough with the ebony pole.
Mistress Felicia climbed right up on top of the torture table.
Their tits pressed together.
Betty could feel Mistress Felicia's leather corset touching her belly.
The ravaged housewife could feel the tip of Mistress Felicia's rubber dildo poking at the inside of her right thigh.
Mistress Felicia supported the weight of her upper torso with her left hand exclusively. She reached back with her right hand and made a tight fist around the stem of the dildo.
Mistress Felicia used her right hand to guide the tip of the latex lance to Betty's pussy gash.
Mistress Felicia used the tip of the dildo to caress Betty's love button for a moment or two.
The beautiful subservient could feel her clit being rolled in a series of slow, sensuous circles by the sexual dominant's dildo.
Betty thought this felt very good-but it was no longer what she wanted most of all.
Betty was just as anxious as Mistress Felicia to get that rubber pole inside her pink hole.
*****
Mistress Felicia then ran the tip of the dildo up and down the entire length of Betty's cunt slash.
The criminally insane dominatrix bitch did this for several reasons.
For one thing, it felt good for both of them. But, more importantly, the leather nun wanted to cover the molded rubber head of the dildo with a plentiful layer of Betty's natural lubrication. Mistress Felicia knew that the initial penetration of Betty's cunt was going to be easier for both of them if both the pole and the hole were wet and slippery.
Mistress Felicia then moved the head of the dildo down to the base of Betty's cunt slash, poising the head at the mouth of the gorgeous submissive's fuck hole.
The criminally insane dominatrix bitch wiggled her ass cheeks from side to side and worked the tip of the dildo in between the curled back edges of Betty's protruding inner cunt lips.
Mistress Felicia then tensed the muscles in the cheeks of her ass and pressed her buttocks together as tightly as they would go.
The criminally insane dominatrix bitch made her ass cheeks as hard as a pair of rocks.
*****
Mistress Felicia pressed her buttocks together so tightly that the world's's strongest man would not have been able to pry them apart even if he were allowed to use a crow bar.
Mistress Felicia took a deep breath and completely filled her lungs with air. She began to push down with her ass. Betty could feel the pressure on her pussy increasing.
Betty concentrated all of her attention at that moment on relaxing the muscles on either side of her vulva.
Mistress Felicia pushed a little harder and the tortured woman could feel her pussy opening.
Slowly and steadily the mouth of Betty's fuck hole opened until the orifice was gaping. Betty could feel her pussy flesh stretching taut. Betty's cunt flesh felt as if it were about to tear wide open.
Even in retrospect, the gorgeous submissive thought her cunt really would have torn if Mistress Felicia's dildo had been a millimeter or two thicker than it was.
The head of Mistress Felicia's dildo pushed right up inside Betty's cunt.
Mistress Felicia kept pushing. Betty could feel the tip of the dildo striking her cervix, which caused her a massive rush of pleasure. Betty could tell that Mistress Felicia was not going to have to fuck her juicy cunt for very long at all with that long thick dildo to make her come.
Betty could feel the tip of the dildo touching the rear wall of her pussy.
*****
The ravaged housewife was both frightened and excited about this sensation.
The exhausted sex slave was thrilled because it meant her pussy was completely filled.
The beautiful subservient was frightened because she knew there were still several inches of dildo at the base of the black rubber shaft remaining to be inserted. Betty, at that point, knew that her pussy was going to have to stretch as far as it could go, inside and out, length-wise and width-wise, to accommodate the bulk of the leather nun's ersatz pecker. Mistress Felicia shoved the remainder of the dildo into the gorgeous submissive's pussy.
The ravaged housewife could feel her inner cunt lips gripping desperately at the rubber sword at the hilt. Betty could feel the tip of the dildo pushing right up into her soft underbelly. Betty could feel the tip of the bogus boner pushing into the very core of her womanhood.
Betty could feel herself being touche in places she did not even know she had. The ravaged housewife could feel herself being touched in places she would have previously sworn up and down could not be reached from the outside. Betty felt as if she were completely impaled-just like a pretty butterfly on a pin on display beneath glass in a museum somewhere.
Betty was hoping that Mistress Felicia would start her in and out fucking motion right away but, as it turned out, Mistress Felicia had other ideas concerning this subject.
*****
Mistress Felicia continued to press downward with her femininely round lower torso in spite of the fact that the dildo was already all the way inside the tortured woman's cunt.
Mistress Felicia gyrated her hips. The criminally insane dominatrix bitch moved her femininely sloped loins in a series of slow sensuous circles.
Mistress Felicia used the head and the stem of the dildo to stretch Betty's inner cunt lips and the inner walls of the gorgeous submissive's pussy in every direction.
"Please," the sexual submissive said.
"Please what?" Mistress Felicia said.
"Please fuck!" the sexual submissive said.
"All in good time, my little pretty," Mistress Felicia said.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to Betty, Mistress Felicia began to withdraw. The criminally insane dominatrix bitch pulled upward with her tensed hips. The bitch once again jackknifed at the waist. To the gorgeous submissive's dismay, Mistress Felicia withdrew every bit as slowly as she had originally penetrated that cunt. Mistress Felicia pulled upward a fraction of an inch at a time, and she did not stop until just the very tip of the dildo was remaining between the tortured woman's cunt lips. The criminally insane dominatrix bitch left just enough of the rubber pole inside the cunt to keep the inner cunt lips from slamming shut. Mistress Felicia then took another deep breath and again filled her lungs. She grunted out all of the air simultaneously and sent a blast of hot wind into Betty's face. At the same time, the sexual dominant stabbed down as hard as she could and she drove the entire length of the dildo into Betty's cunt in one fell swoop. Betty could feel her eyes opening so wide that the whites were visible all the way around the irises. Betty could feel a great pressure behind her eyes. Her eyes were bulging and bugging. There was a frightening moment or two when Betty thought her eyeballs were going to come popping right out of their bone sockets. This, of course, did not happen. As it turned out, Betty was more stunned than injured by the sudden violation of her cunt. Betty had simply not been aware of the fact that it was possible for her cunt to go from being completely empty to being completely full with that kind of extraordinary rapidity. Imagine that, Betty thought to herself, another woman is teaching me, a married woman, about fucking. It struck the gorgeous submissive as intensely ironic. Betty could tell that there was a good chance Mistress Felicia was going to make her come more than once with that dildo. Betty was already starting to suspect that Mistress Felicia might make her come more times than she could possibly count. Betty was starting to think that Mistress Felicia and her black rubber dildo were going to teach her just what multiple orgasms were all about.
*****
Mistress Felicia began to fuck. She used only a portion of the dildo shaft with each stroke at first.
But the sexual dominant steadily increased the length of her humping strokes so that she was using the whole dildo with each plunge, pulling almost all the way out before stabbing back inside.
The criminally insane dominatrix bitch moved her hips from side to side almost as much as she moved them up and down at first.
She used the tip of the dildo to thoroughly explore the inner nooks and crannies of Betty's cunt.
But Mistress Felicia steadily straightened her fucking motion as she picked up the tempo of the hump.
Betty could feel her inner cunt lips being savagely pushed and pulled by the girth of the fake pecker.
The ravaged housewife could feel the friction caused by this movement inside her cunt enhancing her pleasure.
Betty could feel her pleasure growing in leaps and bounds toward the saturation point. Mistress Felicia stabbed in very hard.
"You are starting to get into it?" Mistress Felicia said.
"Ohhhhhhhh, it feels so good," the sexual submissive said.
Betty's voice was still funny because of the hole in her tongue.
"I can feel the tension building within you," Mistress Felicia said.
"You are going to make me come, ohhhhhhhh," the sexual submissive said.
"Yesh, do it, go with that feeling," Mistress Felicia said.
"Ohhhhhhhh, I can feel it happening now, Mistress Felicia," the sexual submissive said.
"Tell me. What is happening? What is happening?" Mistress Felicia asked.
"You are making me come inside my cunt!" the sexual submissive said.
"Good."
"I can feel the explosions ripping through my body," the sexual submissive said. "Yes,"
"I can feel the pleasure of the deep-vaginal orgasm affecting each and every one of my nerve-endings, with the exception of those in my hands and feet where I cannot feel anything at all because of the stringent bondage," the sexual submissive said.
"Excellent."
The come was short and sharp and when it was over Betty realized immediately that it had done nothing to stifle her need to be fucked.
The exhausted sex slave found that, if anything, she wanted to get fucked more after her come than she had before.
The ravaged housewife could feel her horniness continuing to mount.
The beautiful subservient came a second time after a few more fuck strokes and she was pleased to find that her second come was even longer and more intense than her first had been.
"FUCK!"
Mistress Felicia rubbed her clit hard against the base of the dildo.
Mistress Felicia was fucking faster and faster, harder and harder, deeper and deeper, into the gorgeous submissive's poontang. Betty came a third time. The ravaged housewife was forced to stop counting her comes after the third one.
Numbers no longer mattered to the tortured woman. Only the intensity of Betty's sensations mattered to her.
The beautiful bound woman figured-in retrospect-that she probably would not have been able to count all of her orgasms even if she had been in the mood to try.
She discovered that her extraordinarily powerful orgasms were snapping off inside her loins at a frightening rate.
She could feel her comes beginning to blend together-so that it was harder and harder to tell them apart.
She could feel it getting to the point where the last spasm of one come coincided with the initial convulsion of the following climax.
Betty could feel her deep-vaginal orgasms becoming all but indistinguishable inside the reeling gray matter of her brain.
Indeed, it got to the point where the gorgeous submissive felt more like she was having one seemingly never-ending orgasm rather than a bunch of shorter climaxes all strung closely together like strung popcorn around a Christmas tree, which happened to be the case.
Betty knew one thing for sure. Her orgasms were not going to stop snapping off inside her loins until Mistress Felicia finished fucking her-and the sexual dominant was not going to stop her in and out humping motion until she had successfully jerked herself off against the base of the ersatz pig-bone.
*****
That moment was growing near.
Mistress Felicia was fucking very close to as hard and fast as she could.
"Ohhhhhhhh, my clit has grown so big," Mistress Felicia said.
"Ohhhhhhhh, I cannot seem to stop coming!" the sexual submissive said.
"My clit feels ready to burst!" Mistress Felicia screamed.
"I am coming again and again!" the gorgeous submissive hollered.
"My clit has grown to three times its normal size!" Mistress Felicia said.
"I do not even know how often I have come," Betty said.
"My clit is so big right now against the base of the dildo that it must look more like the head of a baby boy's cock than like the focal point of a dominatrix bitch's feminine arousal," the leather nun exclaimed happily.
Mistress Felicia could tell that she and the tortured woman were in the homestretch of the lesbian coupling.
The criminally insane dominatrix bitch could tell that she was going to make herself come clitorally.
Yes, the sexual dominant could feel it starting to happen. All of the leather nun's muscles were tensed and straining.
Mistress Felicia was fucking up and down so hard and so fast that her fleshy ass cheeks were a mere blur to the naked eye.
Mistress Felicia shifted her hips into high gear-and then into overdrive. Mistress Felicia could hear Betty's cunt making wet sucking noises as the black rubber ersatz dong moved in and out as fast as the speed of sound. The ravaged housewife figured that she would most certainly hear a sonic boom if Mistress Felicia fucked her any faster.
Betty's cunt sounded like this:
Squish.
Squash.
Squish.
Squash.
Squish.
Squash.
"OHHHHH, I CANNOT STOP COMING, OHHHHHHHH, I CANNOT STOP COMING, MISTRESS FELICIA, MISTRESS FELICIA, I AM COMING AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN, OWWWWWWWW, IT FEELS SO GOOD THAT IT HURTS, OWWWWWWWW, IT FEELS SO MOTHERFUCKING GOOD THAT IT HURTS!" the sexual submissive said.
Betty felt so good with the seeming thousands of orgasms that she was experiencing, that she temporarily forgot all about the pain she was in, most acutely in the spot where a hole had been drilled right through her tongue.
*****
Mistress Felicia plowed the entire length of the dildo into Betty's cunt and this time she kept it there.
The bitch rubbed her super-swollen and now spasming clitoris as hard as she could against the bogus boner's base.
Mistress Felicia could feel the explosions starting in her love button and she arched her back sharply.
The bitch arched her back so sharply that she resembled just then a bow that was about to shoot an arrow.
The dominatrix's mouth fell open and she screamed bloody murder as the fleshquake took hold of her clit.
"YOU ARE MAKING ME COME, SEX SLAVE, YOU ARE MAKING ME COME SO GODDAMNED GOOD. I CAN FEEL THE MOTHERFUCKING EXPLOSIONS OF FEMININE BLISS STARTING AT MY LITTLE MAN IN THE BOAT AND SPREADING OUTWARD FROM THERE TO FILL MY CUNT INSIDE AND OUT!" Mistress Felicia said.
Then it was over.
*****
"Did you like that, Mistress Felicia? Did that feel good?"
"I thought you were the worst fuck I have ever had," Mistress Felicia said. "Oh no."
"I cannot believe that you consider yourself a woman!"
"Please-"
"You are married, right?"
"With kids?"
"Yes."
"I'll bet your husband was REALLY unhappy," Mistress Felicia said. "Why?"
"Because you are the worst lay on the face of the earth."
"No-"
"I'm sorry, but you have to face facts," Mistress Felicia said. "That bad?"
"Yes. In fact, it was so bad that you are going to have to be punished."
"Punished?"
"That's right."
"How severely."
"Say good night to your kids."
"What does that mean?"
"You will find out in good time. I am going to give you some good old fashioned tit torture now and I am going to increase the intensity of the torture and increase the intensity of the torture until, well, I don't think there is going to be very much left of you at all," Mistress Felicia said.
*****
Mistress Felicia fetched her tool box.
"I need tools," the sexual dominant said.
"What sort of tools?" Betty asked.
"A vise grip."
"Vise grip?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"You will see. And my rusty pliers."
"Pliers?" Betty asked with horror in her voice.
Mistress Felicia attached the vise grip harshly to Betty's right nipple.
"OWWWWWWWW! OWWWWWWWW!" the sexual submissive said.
Mistress Felicia took hold of the left nipple with the pliers and twisted. Betty made a gurgling sound in her throat so that she sounded as if she were drowning in her own juices.
Mistress Felicia tortured Betty until that gurgling sound stopped. END BOOK ONE
CHAPTER FIVE
Mistress Felicia fully understood the powers of hypnosis, which was how it came to be every now and again that she had a subservient victim serving her sadistic sexual ways who was a good deal larger and physically stronger than herself.
Such was the case with Christopher, a tremendously handsome and well built man from the business world.
Christopher had been recruited to Mistress Felicia in a slightly different way. He was not out and out abducted, as Betty had been.
Christopher was seduced into the trap, like a fly into the spider's web. The handsome man was in search of a hooker.
The "pimp" Christopher made his deal with turned out to be Mistress Felicia's agent, the black lawyer. Christopher knocked at the foxy bitch's door. Mistress Felicia answered the door wearing a skin-tight leather jump suit.
"Wow," Christopher said.
"You are Christopher?"
"Yes."
"Come in."
"Thanks."
"You are very handsome."
"You are quite beautiful."
"I think we are going to get along just fine," Mistress Felicia saud.
"Let's get down to business. I am here for a blow job."
"Right."
Mistress Felicia thought about hypnotizing him right then and there, but she couldn't resist playing the hooker roll a little bit longer. She took his cash and she knelt before him as he stood right there in the center of her living room, right above the torture chamber where he was soon to be held captive.
"I can see that you are quite tall," Mistress Felicia said.
"Yes, ma'am," Christopher said.
"How tall?"
"Six four."
"Weight?"
"Two ten."
"All muscle."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Such broad shoulders!"
"Like them?"
"I'll bet that sometimes you have to turn slightly sideways to get through the doorway," Mistress Felicia said.
"Yes."
"You have such a large upper torso. I can see that there are thick slabs of muscle across your chest and your back and your shoulders. In spite of the thickness of your upper torso, your waist and your hips are extraordinarily slender. I can see that there is quite a ration between your chest measurement, especially when your chest is expanded, and your waist measurement. I can see that your thighs are very thick. I'll bet that one of your thick muscular thighs is bigger around that my entire waist. You have extraordinarily large hands and feet, and, Christopher, I can tell by the bulge in the crotch of your trousers that the same thing is true of another all-important part of your masculine anatomy-your big fat cock," Mistress Felicia said.
*****
Mistress Felicia reached up and unbuckled the brass buckle to Christopher's black leather belt. The leather nun unbuttoned the single button that held the top of Christopher's trousers together. Then the foxy bitch pulled the zipper to his fly all the way down. Then the buxom dominatrix worked her fingers under the top of his pants. Mistress Felicia pushed her fingers downward until they were under the elastic at the top of his underwear as well.
Mistress Felicia then pulled down the good-looking guy's pants and underwear at the same time. His cock popped out.
BBOOIINNGG!
Mistress Felicia laughed as she saw his dick come popping out of the crotch of his trousers. The leather nun thought that Christopher's fuck looked like some sort of horny jack in the box. Then the foxy bitch gasped as she saw how big that pecker was. It was one of the biggest cocks she had ever seen. Since she was pretending to be a regular hooker and not a dominatrix, Mistress Felicia allowed herself to express her admiration for the size of Christopher's tool of masculinity. Her eyes went wide-so wide that her whites were visible all the way around her irises. She could feel her nostrils flaring, and she had to concentrate on keeping her mouth closed as she looked at that cock. Mistress Felicia could feel her jaw wanting to drop as she gazed steadily at the handsome fellow's raging phallus.
"Nice cock."
"Thanks."
"So big."
"I am a full-sized man." Christopher said.
"How long is your cock, anyway, Christopher?" Mistress Felicia said.
"Ten and a half inches long," the good-looking guy exclaimed.
"I see. To tell you the truth, it is not the length of your pecker that really blows me away, Christopher," Mistress Felicia said.
"No, what really blows you away?" Christopher, making it clear that he did not mind at all talking about his own dick.
"I think the thickness of your cock impresses me the most."
"I see."
"That might be the thickest cock I have ever seen," she said. "Really?"
"Yes. You act as if that surprises you," Mistress Felicia said.
"I figured you have been around the block a couple of times and-"
"You figured I had seen more than my share of cocks."
"That's right, something like that," Christopher said.
"I have, but I still think yours is the thickest," Mistress Felicia said.
"Wow," the good-looking guy said.
"I can see that the shaft of your cock is thicker than my wrist," Mistress Felicia said.
"Yes."
"I can see that your cock is very close to being as thick as both of my wrists put together," Mistress Felicia said.
"Yes."
"I can see that your head is thicket at the head. Your cock head is big and bulbous and blue-black with its thorough engorgement," Mistress Felicia said.
"True."
*****
"The head of your cock resembled a ripe plum," she said. "Oh?"
"Yes. I think it looks like a huge acorn!" Mistress Felicia said.
"The type from which my mighty oak tree grew," Christopher said.
"That's right. I think your cock head is going to burst."
"I have to tell you, it feels the same goddamn way," he said.
"The skin covering your glans is incredibly smooth," she said.
"Ohhhhhhhh, I can feel myself getting hotter and hotter," he said.
"I cannot wait to find out if the skin covering your cock head feels as smooth on my tongue as it looks like it will."
"I hope that it will, for your sake. I wouldn't think that a, uhhhhhhh, working girl such as yourself, especially one as beautiful as you, would get into her work so much. I mean, wow, you act as if you really like to suck cock," Christopher said.
"I do like to suck cock. I dig sex, is there anything wrong with that, Christopher?" Mistress Felicia said. "Not at all."
"Your cock is standing at attention like a good soldier."
"Uh huh."
"Your cock is bobbing up and down anxiously," she said.
"The tip is snapping toward my tummy," Christopher said.
"Aiming for a spot well above your bellybutton," she said.
"Yes, yes, yes," Christopher concurred wholeheartedly.
"Your cock looks as if it is attached at the base to your loins via a tightly sprung hinge," she said.
"Ohhhhhhhh, you are so beautiful, your mouth-" he said.
"What about my mouth, Christopher?" Mistress Felicia said.
"I think that you have a HOT LOOKING mouth," Christopher exclaimed.
"I find that I cannot look at your mouth without thinking how much fun it is going to be to push the head of my cock right up in there," Christopher exclaimed happily.
*****
"Because of the way your cock is bobbing up and down, Christopher, I find myself looking predominantly at the underside of your pecker," Mistress Felicia said.
"Yes."
"I can see that the underside of your prick, Christopher, is lined with a plethora of dilated blue veins," Mistress Felicia said.
"Yes, I have noticed them myself," Christopher said.
"I guess those are the veins that pump the hot blood of your masculine arousal up into the stalk and the head of your massive and mammoth member," Mistress Felicia said. "I guess."
"Those veins are protruding from the otherwise smooth stalk of your cock shaft. They make your cock look angry."
"Yes."
"Gnarled."
"Yes."
"Craggy."
"Yes."
"Your cock certainly looks more like an angry weapon than like a tool of love-making, Christopher," Mistress Felicia said.
"True."
"The funny thing is that there is something about that aspect of your dick's look that greatly pleases me, that makes my mouth water with oral anticipation," Mistress Felicia said.
"Good."
"I can see that those veins running up and down your cock are crisscrossing and making pretty designs, much like the welts on a sex slave's ass after a good whipping."
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Oh, I thought-"
"I think that those veins in your cock look just like lines on an erotic road map," Mistress Felicia said. "You are funny."
"Now the head of my cock REALLY feels like it is going to burst," Christopher exclaimed, closing his eyes so tightly that his eyelids were wrinkled and premature crows feet formed at their outer corners, pushing toward Christopher's temples.
Mistress Felicia lowered her eyes and looked at the dangling wrinkled sack that held Christopher's balls.
"Oooooooooh, I am very impressed with your balls, too."
"Honestly."
"Your balls and your cock have something in common, stud."
"What?"
"They are both the largest I have ever seen," the beautiful woman said. "Oh."
"I can see that your nuts are the size of golf balls, ummm."
"Yes."
"But your testicles are not quite round, are they, huh?"
"Nope."
"I think that your nuts are shaped more like eggs I think."
"Yes."
"They look quite swollen. Are your balls swollen, Christopher?"
"Yes."
"They look swollen to maybe TWICE their normal size!"
"Yes."
"I can see how heavily they are resting at your sack's base."
"Ummmmmmmm."
"Your sack looks bloated, as if it were filled to the brim."
"That is the way it feels also, ma'am," Christopher exclaimed.
"Your scrotal sack looks ready to overflow with come," she said.
"Ohhhhhhhh, it is already backing up into the base of my cock."
"Your come?"
"Yes."
"Ummmmmmmm, I want to suck that jism right out!" Mistress Felicia said.
The dominatrix bitch ran the tip of her tongue lightly and quickly back and forth across her fleshy lips to moisten them.
"Oooooooh, I like a mouth that is come-hungry!" he said.
"You have found one, big boy!" Mistress Felicia said.
"I want you to pleasure me now," Christopher said.
"Okay, but first I have to do something with your cock."
"My cock? What do you mean, ma'am?" Christopher said.
"I assume you want me to pleasure your thighs and balls?"
"Of course."
"Your bobbing cock will bounce off of my face," she said.
"You are going to have to figure that one out," he said.
"I will pin your cock to your tummy with my right fingertips."
"Okay."
Mistress Felicia did this. His cock throbbed on her fingertips.
"Now I am going to start at your thighs and work my way up."
"Yessssssss," he said.
*****
Mistress Felicia began to kiss and lick at the insides of Christopher's thighs. She approached his scrotum.
"Ohhhhhhh, the heat-the heat of your mouth!" he exclaimed.
Mistress Felicia moved her mouth so close to Christopher's dangling scrotal sack that he felt her breath.
"Ohhhhhhhh, my balls need to be licked so bad," he said.
Mistress Felicia stuck out her tongue and touched his scrotum.
"Lick my balls, owwwwwww, lick my balls," Christopher said.
Mistress Felicia flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth. She licked with the tip alone at first.
"So good!"
Mistress Felicia then licked with the flat part of her tongue.
"Ohhhhhhhh, it feels so motherfucking good," he said.
Mistress Felicia licked until his sack was covered with spittle. "Suck."
"Your cock?"
"My balls."
"Okay."
"Suck gently."
"Right."
"My balls, my balls are hypersensitive," Christopher said. "I know."
"They are like, they are like eggs in another way," he said. "Yes."
"You must be very careful not to break the shell," he said.
"I will treat your balls like fine china," the beautiful woman said.
Mistress Felicia concentrated on making her mouth cottony soft. She curled her fleshy lips over her teeth.
The dominatrix bitch did not want to inadvertantly bite his nuts and hurt him. Yes, the gorgeous female knew that there would be PLENTY of time for causing Christopher pain.
Agony.
Later.
She concentrated on breathing exclusively through her nostrils.
"You are making the ache grow, so motherfucking bad, ma'am."
Mistress Felicia could feel her nostrils flaring wildly.
"Ohhhhhhhh, I can feel the temperature of my semen growing.
Mistress Felicia wrapped her softened lips around his left nut.
"Yessssssss, yessssssss, that feels so GOOD!" he said.
Mistress Felicia did not suck anywhere near as hard as she could have it she wanted to. She was careful with him.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhh, so motherfucking good," he said.
Christopher could feel his hips gyrating involuntarily.
"Owwwwwwww, owwwwwwww," the handsome man exclaimed.
Mistress Felicia created a subtle vacuum inside her mouth.
"You are making my come boil!" the handsome man yelled loudly.
Mistress Felicia could feel her nostrils flaring anxiously.
"Ohhhhhhhh, my desire is becoming so intense!" Christopher said.
Mistress Felicia kept the tip of her tongue busy at all times.
"Ohhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh, my come is going to BOIL OVER!"
Mistress Felicia licked and sucked at the nut simultaneously.
"Ohhhhhhhh, I cannot keep my ass still," Christopher said.
Mistress Felicia pulled her mouth off of Christopher's testicle.
"Do the other nut now! Do the other nut now!" he said.
Mistress Felicia repeated the process with the other ball.
"SO GOOD! SO GOOD! SO GOOD!" the young man hollered.
Mistress Felicia pulled her mouth off his sack for the final time.
"I can feel all of my muscles jerking," Christopher said.
"This would be easier for me if you relaxed," she said.
"I cannot help it. The pleasure is so INTENSE!" he said.
"You sound as if you are falling in love," Mistress Felicia said.
"I think maybe that I am," the young man said with a laugh.
"You sound as if you would do anything for me!" she said.
"I would climb the highest mountain," Christopher said.
"Would you swim the widest river?" Mistress Felicia said. "That too."
"Good."
Mistress Felicia turned her left palm upward and pushed the tips of her fingers under the base of Christopher's dangling scrotal sack.
"You are so hot!" Christopher said.
The dominatrix bitch wiggled her fingers, and she fondled and caressed Christopher's balls in this fashion.
"Your mouth is hot!" Christopher said.
Mistress Felicia then bobbed his nuts up and down on her fleshy fingertips. She did this rather gingerly.
"Your tongue is hot!" Christopher said.
The good-looking man could see that the gorgeous female was bobbing his balls as if seeking to determine their weight.
"Your lips are hot!" Christopher said.
Christopher could tell that Mistress Felicia was finding his balls heavy. She found them extraordinarily heavy.
"I need your mouth!" Christopher said.
Mistress Felicia then opened her hand as far as she could, stretching her palm and parting her long fingers.
"Your mouth!" Christopher said.
*****
The dominatrix bitch found that she had to open her hand like this to clutch his scrotum completely at one time.
"I need it!" Christopher said. Mistress Felicia began to squeeze Christopher's lemon. She squeezed it rhythmically and snugly, in sync with his heartbeat. "More!" Christopher said. In this super-sensuous fashion the beautiful woman was able to simulate the natural throbbing Christopher felt in his balls. "So fucking hot!" Christopher said. Mistress Felicia then once again parted her fleshy lips and allowed her tongue to protrude from her mouth.
"So hot!" Christopher said.
Mistress Felicia stuck her tongue out as far as she could and placed the pointy tip at the base of his cock.
"So fine!" Christopher said.
The dominatrix bitch touched the place with her tongue where the young man's balls and cock came together.
"So good!" Christopher said.
The woman began to flick the tip of her tongue back and forth lightly and quickly. She crossed her eyes and looked down past her straight nose. Mistress Felicia quickly located the longest and thickest vein in the underside of Christopher's cock shaft.
"I am going to explode, ohhhhhhhh," Christopher said.
As she had earlier determined to do, Mistress Felicia allowed this longest and thickest vein all the way to the base of the head.
"I feel so horny, I feel so goddamned horny!" Christopher said.
Mistress Felicia's tongue came to a fleshy patch just below Christopher's cock head and his whole body jerked.
"I feel so hot, so motherfucking hot," Christopher said.
*****
The dominatrix bitch could tell that this was a hypersensitive spot she was licking. She could tell that this was a place where Christopher's nerve-endings were clustered together with an extraordinary density. The dominatrix bitch could tell that there was a chance that this was the most supererogenous spot on Christopher's entire body-and hat a body it was!
"So good," he said.
Mistress Felicia then flicked the tip of her tongue up the underside of Christopher's cock head all the way to the tip of his prick.
"More!"
Mistress Felicia loosened the pressure on the underside of his cock shaft with her right fingertips a little.
"I need more!"
The dominatrix bitch loosened the pressure enough for the young man's cock head to come away from his belly. "More pleasure!"
The good-looking man could see that his glans came away from his rock hard and muscular stomach about an inch.
"More sensation!"
This was far enough, the handsome man rapidly surmised, for the beautiful woman to be able to get at the entire glans with her bold and curious tongue.
"I need you to suck my cock now," Christopher said.
Mistress Felicia began to flick the tip of her tongue back and forth across the swollen little lips on either side of Christopher's piss hole-his urethra.
"I need you to take my cock head inside your mouth," Christopher said.
Mistress Felicia then rolled her tongue rather lazily over the smooth stretched skin that covered his glans.
*****
"I need you to suck at my cock good, now," Christopher said.
The dominatrix bitch was pleased to discover that the skin covering his cock head was every bit as smooth on her tingling taste buds, on her sexually aroused tongue, as it had originally looked like it would.
"I need one of those PROFESSIONAL blow jobs," Christopher said.
Mistress Felicia did not stop rolling her tongue over the head of Christopher's cock until the entire bulb was wet.
"I want you to earn your money, baby!" Christopher said.
The dominatrix bitch made sure that every bit of the young man's blue-black and bulbous cock head was shiny with spittle.
"I want you to give me the BEST come of my life!" Christopher said.
Mistress Felicia then licked up and down the entire length of Christopher's rock-hard cock shaft with her tongue.
"I want you to make the earth move for me," Christopher said.
The dominatrix bitch licked at the stem of the handsome man's pigbone with the coated part of her tired tongue.
"Ohhhhhhhh, I need to be sucked, I need to be sucked," Christopher said.
Mistress Felicia licked at the dick until the entire rod was wet and shiny with spit, "Take my cock head in your mouth and suck it," Christopher said.
Mistress Felicia knew that it was time for her to suck.
*****
The woman could tell that she was going to have to open her mouth as far as she could to take his cock head.
The woman knew that there was a chance she was going to have to open her mouth further than she had ever opened it before.
The woman concentrated all of her attention on relaxing the muscles at the sides of her jaw. She thought about the task before her. Mistress Felicia knew she could do it.
She knew that she could get that cock head in her mouth if she only concentrated hard enough on it. She was positive.
Mistress Felicia worked her lower jaw from side to side to get the kinks out of the hinges. She once again concentrated on breathing exclusively through her nostrils.
Mistress Felicia knew that it was not going to be long before this would be a necessity. After all, the beautiful woman knew, soon her mouth was going to be filled with cock meat.
Mistress Felicia once again curled her fleshy lips over her teeth. She did not want to inadvertantly bite his cock head anymore than she wanted to bite his balls.
Then the woman dropped her jaw and her mouth fell open, gaping open. She could feel the skin at the corners of her mouth stretching taut.
She could feel her jaw dropping so low that it threatened to lock in the open position. She could feel her jaw starting to ache.
Mistress Felicia concentrated on thrusting her personal discomfort into the back of her head. She pushed the pain as far from her stream of consciousness as she could get it so that she would be able to concentrate all of her attention on the pleasure she was administering. They say that inside all sadists lives a masochist, and this be proof of that axiom.
Mistress Felicia then pushed forward with her face and she took the head of Christopher's cock in her mouth. The head of his prick was so thick that the skin at he corners of her mouth stretched even more than they were stretched already-which the beautiful woman would not have thought possible unless eh had felt it for herself. Mistress Felicia did not top-pushing forward with her head until the entire bulbous blue-black head of his cock disappeared inside her oral cavity. Mistress Felicia wrapped her fleshy lips with a desperately intensity around the ring of scar tissue at the top of Christopher's cock haft, just below the lower rim of his dick head. The dominatrix bitch was smart enough to know that this ring of scar tissue came from the operation Christopher had received, no doubt when he was just a little baby, to remove his useless foreskin. Mistress Felicia began to suck. There was nothing cute or subtle about the way Mistress Felicia sucked at Christopher's cock head as there had been a few moments earlier when the beautiful woman sucked at the young man's balls. Mistress Felicia sucked every bit as hard as she could. The dominatrix bitch created an intense vacuum inside her oral cavity. She hollowed her cheeks deeply. Mistress Felicia knew that she was not going to have to suck at Christopher's cock for very long to make him come. Mistress Felicia could tell that Christopher was already very close to the point of orgasmic inevitability. Mistress Felicia was still clutching at Christopher's balls with her opened left palm and spread fingers. Mistress Felicia now reached up with her right hand and wrapped those digits around his dick shaft so that her palm was flesh against the root of his stem. She began to pump up and down on his cock shaft with her right hand. Christopher's cock shaft was still all wet and slippery from the spittle Mistress Felicia had spilled upon it a few moments before while licking at his massive and mammoth tool of masculinity. She jerked Christopher's cock off and sucked the young man's dick off at the same time. Just as Mistress Felicia suspected, she did not have to keep this up for very long. She quickly felt his cock harden even more than before. She could feel his dick becoming more urgently erect. She could feel his cock head growing even larger than before, and still the damn thing did not explode, from the internal pressure Christopher was experiehcing down there. As the head of Christopher's cock grew Mistress Felicia could feel her jaw being forced to open even further than before to accommodate its bulk.
*****
He began to come. He screamed like a wolf. He howled at an invisible full moon on the ceiling of Mistress Felicia's living room.
It did not take the beautiful woman long to figure out that Christopher was going to shoot a hell of a lot more seed than she had been anticipating. She could feel her mouth being filled with his jism.
Christopher continued to scream. He was wailing like a wounded beast. How similar the screams of ecstasy and agony were, the beautiful woman remarked to herself silently.
Mistress Felicia had to puff out her cheeks so that she looked like she had the mumps to hold all of the come-but she did it.
She began to swallow very hard and immediately. She found that she loved the flavor of the come. She loved the texture. Mistress Felicia thought that Christopher's jism felt like so many raw egg whites as it slithered down the entire length of her throat toward her tummy.
She could feel a warm spot of contentment forming in her stomach as she sucked the jism out of him.
Mistress Felicia was determined to keep sucking and jerking at his cock with her mouth and her fist until his come was through-and that was precisely what she did.
*****
"Wow, fantastic," he said. "I want to talk to you now, Christopher," Mistress Felicia said.
"Okay, say anything you like," the young man exclaimed.
"I want you to look straight into my eyes now," she said. "No sweat."
"I want you to completely relax," Mistress Felicia said. "Right."
"Take deep breaths."
"Okay."
"You are getting sleepy, sleepy, sleepy, your lids are getting heavy, heavy-"
*****
"I am Mistress Felicia, and must obey me," Mistress Felicia said.
"Yes, Mistress Felicia," Christopher said subserviently.
He was a sexual zombie.
"You are going to come downstairs into my torture chamber with me now," Mistress Felicia said.
"Yes, Mistress Felicia," Christopher said submissively.
In the torture chamber she ordered him to get naked.
"It would be an honor to undress for you," Christopher said.
Christopher became as naked as the day he was born.
"Oh my, you have too much body hair," Mistress Felicia said.
"I'm sorry that you do not like it," Christopher said.
"I don't like it so much that I am going to get rid of it."
"How, how are you going to get rid of it?" Christopher asked.
"Guess, sex slave," Mistress Felicia said with a smile.
"You re going to shave my entire body?" Christopher questioned. "No."
"Then how?"
"I am going to pour melted wax over your body and then remove the wax-pulling the hair out by the roots."
"Oh my."
"Get up the table, I am going to do your back first, then your belly."
Since he was under her spell he did not need to be bound.
"The hot wax is melting," she said. She waxed him clean, slowly, and he screamed with pain again and again.
Mistress Felicia did not stop hot waxing Christopher until he was completely bald from the beck down.
*****
"Christopher, I want you to reach down between your own legs," Mistress Felicia said in her command voice.
"Yes, Mistress Felicia," Christopher said subserviently.
"I want you too tickle at the base of your balls, Christopher."
"Ummmmmmmm, that feels real good," Christopher said happily.
"Can you feel your balls starting to ache?" Mistress Felicia said.
"Yes."
"Can you feel the blood pumping into the head of your cock?" Mistress Felicia said.
"Yes."
"How about the shaft of your pecker?" Mistress Felicia said.
"That too," Christopher said. "Feels good?"
"Very good."
"Take your balls now in your palm and move both nuts at the same time in a slow sensuous circle," Mistress Felicia said.
"Ohhhhhhhh."
"Ummmmmmmm, I can see that the tip of your big cock is defying gravity," Mistress Felicia said. He was getting a boner.
"Yes."
"Now take the growing, the thickening and hardening, shaft of your cock in your right fist," Mistress Felicia said.
"Yes, Mistress Felicia," Christopher said submissively.
"Give yourself a hard-on." This was quickly done.
"Now I want you to stand before this wooden tee," she said. "Okay."
"Drape your arms over the crossbar," Mistress Felicia said.
"Like I am being crucified, Mistress Felicia?" Christopher said.
"That's right," Mistress Felicia said.
Christopher's arms were bound with rope to the crossbar.
"Now I am pushing this platform between your legs," Mistress Felicia said.
"It JUST fits under my balls, Mistress Felicia," Christopher said.
"You will see that the height is adjustable," Mistress Felicia said.
"Oh yes."
"Do you see what is on the small wooden platform?" Mistress Felicia said.
"It looks like a vise, like the soft of a vise that a man might have on the workbench of his suburban home."
"That's right. I want you to stick your cock in it, Christopher."
"Okay."
"Very good."
"What are you going to do to me, Mistress Felicia?" Christopher asked.
"Haven't you figured that out, sex slave?" Mistress Felicia said.
"I, I, I have my dreads," Christopher stammered pathetically.
"What are your dreads, sex slave?" Mistress Felicia said.
"I fear that you are now going to tighten the vise."
"You do, do you?" Mistress Felicia said, tilting her head.
"Yes, and I am thinking about how much that would hurt."
"I suppose it would hurt a great deal, huh?" Mistress Felicia said.
"Yes, it would hurt more than anything I have ever known."
"Do you think it would hurt more than having your entire body waxed, Christopher?" Mistress Felicia said.
"Yes."
"Good."
"Why do you say that?" Christopher asked, with terror in his voice.
"Because I am going to tighten the vise. I am going to tighten it until you are in agony," Mistress Felicia said.
"Ohhhhhhhh."
"You are going to love it."
"Yes."
"You are going to love the pain."
"Yes."
"You are going to love the agony," Mistress Felicia said.
"It is true, true, true," Christopher said. Mistress Felicia was pleased that the hypnosis had taken hold so firmly. Because of post-hypnotic suggestion, the young man now associated agony with sexual desire. The more the beautiful woman hurt Christopher, the more the handsome man was going to love the gorgeous female for it.
CHAPTER SIX
"Ohhhhhhhh, you are making the pain in my cock so bad!"
"Yesssssss, isn't the pain so wonderful?" Mistress Felicia asked.
"Please, do not turn the crank any further," he said.
"And why shouldn't I? This is America, and I can do whatever the fuck I please," the beautiful woman said.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, the agony is getting me so hot, but-" Christopher said. "But what?"
"I fear that you are going to maim me with the vise!" he said. "Perhaps I will."
"Please do not turn the crank any further," Christopher begged.
"You sound so pathetic when you whimper," Mistress Felicia said.
"Ohhhhhhhh, I can feel something ripping inside my cock."
"I'm sure that the damage is nothing serious," she said.
"OWWWWWWWW! OWWWWWWWW!" the young man hollered loudly.
Christopher's facial features were contorting severely.
"You are quite a hunk of man, you know that?" she said.
"OWWWWWWWW! OWWWWWWWW!" the handsome man screamed berserkly.
"I love muscles," she said. Mistress Felicia dragged long red fingernails across Christopher's hairless chest lightly.
Then she scratched savagely at his chest so that he bled. Christopher did not even blink. He was thinking only of the pain in his cock.
"OHHHHHHHHH! OHHHHHHHHH!" Christopher said.
"Do you know what I think, sex slave?" Mistress Felicia said. "What?"
"I think I am going to turn that crank," Mistress Felicia said. "No."
"I think a am going to turn the crank another half time around."
"Ohhhhhhhh-"
"You are going to love the pain!" Mistress Felicia said.
It was difficult to do, but Mistress Felicia twisted the vise crank another one-hundred and eighty degrees.
"OWWWWWWWW! OWWWWWWWW! OWWWWWWWW!" Christopher said.
Mistress Felicia laughed with delight and then loosened the vise. She could tell that Christopher was about to lose consciousness and she did not think that he would be any fun at all if he were unconscious.
*****
"You are hot?"
"Yes, Mistress Felicia."
"Your cock is hard."
"It can get no harder."
"Then fuck me."
"All right."
"Get up on this table. I need my cunt fucked," Mistress Felicia said. "I can tell."
"My cunt is all wet and swollen and ready," Mistress Felicia said.
"I can smell the scent of your womanhood, Mistress Felicia."
"Do you enjoy the odor of my poontang, sex slave?" Mistress Felicia said.
"I think it is the best aroma I have ever smelled!" Christopher said.
"That is a VERY good answer, sex slave," Mistress Felicia said.
"Thank you, Mistress Felicia," Christopher said submissively.
Got on his back on the torture table. He was not bound. Mistress Felicia watched as his huge cock and his hairless balls fell into place. Mistress Felicia could see that Christopher's cock had flopped onto his belly. Mistress Felicia could see that the tip of Christopher's cock was pointing at his handsome face.
Mistress Felicia could see that Christopher's cock was flopping up and down on the-muscular flat plane of his belly.
The dominatrix bitch could see that the tip of the young man's cock was bouncing up and down against a spot that was several inches above the handsome man's bellybutton.
Christopher could feel his balls and his pubic bone tingling. The air felt cooler there than on the rest of his body because those regions were used to being warmed with body hair, body hair that was gone for some time due to Mistress Felicia's hot wax treatment.
Mistress Felicia found that she could not look at Christopher's cock bouncing up and down on his stomach without thinking of just how much that dick looked as if it were doing some sort of modern dance.
Mistress Felicia, naked except for her leather habit, climbed onto the torture table and straddled Christopher's hips.
She palmed her own tits. She squeezed them, fondled them.
"I can feel the inside of my cunt burning," Mistress Felicia said.
"I want to give you pleasure, Mistress Felicia," Christopher said.
"I know you do, sex slave, I know you do," Mistress Felicia said.
"I want to make you come, Mistress Felicia," Christopher said.
"Yes, and I think you will, to tell the truth," the beautiful woman said.
"I want to feel my cock deep inside your belly,"
Christopher said.
"You will not have to wait long to experience that sensation," Mistress Felicia said.
Mistress Felicia used her right hand to lift Christopher's cock from his belly. The dominatrix bitch held the dick against the insides of her pressed together and curled fingers. Ummmmmmmm, the beautiful woman loved the way that the young man's cock felt as it throbbed against her right hand. Yes, the gorgeous female just loved the way that the handsome man's dick felt against her paw, so she couldn't help but caress him. She moved the head of his cock to her cunt.
To her hole.
Between the lips.
At the mouth.
The wanton mouth.
Mistress Felicia began to push downward with her loins.
"I can feel your cock head opening up my cunt," she said.
"The entire head of my prick has disappeared inside you."
"I can feel my pussy slash becoming a gaping mouth now."
Christopher held Mistress Felicia by the sides of her hips.
"I want to take you inside me slowly," Mistress Felicia said.
"Right," Christopher said, concurring wholeheartedly.
"I love the way your cock feels as it throbs against my cunt."
"Your cunt feels great throbbing against my prick too."
She took the entire length of his cock inside her pussy.
"I want to ride you, I want to ride you as you have never been ridden before, I want to ride your cock as it has never been ridden before!" Mistress Felicia said.
"Ohhhhhhhh."
"You are going to make me come, Christopher, you are going to make me come, Christopher, you are going to make me come, Christopher, Christopher, Christopher, Christopher, Christopher, Christopher, yesss, YOU ARE GOING TO MAKE ME COME SO MOTHERFUCKING hard, arrrrhhhhhhhggggghhhh!" Mistress Felicia said.
*****
"Ahhhhhhhh, that was very good, Christopher," Mistress Felicia said.
"I came hard as I spilled my spunk within your twat," he said.
"Do you know how many times I came, Christopher?" Mistress Felicia said.
"How many times, Mistress Felicia?" Christopher said.
"About a million zillion times," Mistress Felicia said.
Mistress Felicia was sounding like a school girl all of a sudden.
"That is a lot of times to come," Christopher said.
"Yes, I thought I was going to pass out from too much pleasure."
"I didn't think there was any such thing as too much pleasure."
"That is why I want to be fair with you, sex slave," Mistress Felicia said.
She pulled his softening dick out of her cunt and got off the table. The tone of her voice changed.
Mistress Felicia was mean again.
"What are we going to do now, Mistress Felicia?" Christopher said.
"Well, I have been fucked, so now it is your turn," she said.
*****
"I am to be fucked?"
"That's right."
"But I am a man slave."
"So?"
"I have no cunt."
"You have an ass."
"Fuck my ass?"
"With a torture device!"
"Oh my."
"But first you must be prepared for your reaming," she said. "How?"
"You are going to have to be purged and lubricated," she said.
"I understand the lubrication part, you want to make me slippery for my buggery-" Christopher said.
"Yes, NICE and SLIPPERY!" Mistress Felicia said.
"I understand that, Mistress Felicia, but-" Christopher said.
"But what?" the gorgeous female queried with a raised eyebrow. "What is purging."
"You are to receive an enema."
"I see."
Christopher was .taken into a corner of the torture chamber where there was a sink mounted against the wall. He stood so that his ass hovered over the front lip of the white porcelain sink. The sink had nice shiny chrome handled and faucets and looked oddly out of place in the torture chamber.
*****
Christopher thought that Mistress Felicia's torture chamber, her underground room of pain, looked like something out of a black and white horror movie made out in Hollywood, California, sometime in the early nineteen-forties, probably by Universal.
Christopher was told to stand with his feet far apart on the floor of the torture chamber. His feet were black on the bottoms from walking around on the packed dirt floor of the dungeon.
Christopher was told to jackknife at the waist and to place his hands on straightened knees. The enema bag was filled with steamy hot water and mounted to the top of a pole on heels. Mistress Felicia opened his ass cheeks with her left hand and ran the blunt tip of the plastic enema syringe up and down the entire length of the crack of the young man's ass with her free paw. Mistress Felicia could not help but notice that Christopher whimpered with anticipation each and every time the tip of the plastic nozzle made direct contact with the hypersensitive and supererogenous mucous membranes, the puckered tissues, at the mouth of the handsome man's rectum. The dominatrix bitch then stopped moving the nozzle up and down when the tip was poised right on his bung. She rammed the nozzle deep inside. The tip of the plastic enema syringe, with the multiple perforations at its flared tip, pushed right up past the young man's sphincter muscle and into the handsome man's colon.
*****
Christopher gripped at the base of the nozzle as tightly as he could with his asshole, locking the thick tip inside. Mistress Felicia gave the rubber hose a couple of experimental tugs to make sure that the nozzle was locked inside correctly. Mistress Felicia discovered that everything was the way it was supposed to be. The dominatrix bitch released the metallic clamp from the rubber hose and allowed the steamy water to flow through the nozzle into Christopher's colon. Christopher's entire body jerked. He felt like the inside of his ass was being scalded by the water. He had an urge to shit the water out, but he didn't. Mistress Felicia had commanded he hold all of the water and that was what Christopher was going to do, or he was going to die trying. His bowels filled so that he was ready to burst. His belly bloated outward and he felt horrible cramps. But he took all of the water. The good-looking man would never figure out how he did it, of course he wouldn't have much of an opportunity to ponder the matter. The man felt Mistress Felicia pull the plug on his ass. He farted out the stinky water and filled the sink. Mistress Felicia cleaned him up. She then opened his ass cheeks and slapped K-Y Jelly onto his bung. Mistress Felicia used her middle finger to push the jelly up inside his ass as deeply as she could get it. She then put a ring around his cock and tied to this ring was a slender rope.
*****
She drew the rope back between Christopher's legs and through a pulley so that when the rope was pulled Christopher had two choices: he could squat or he could lose his dick head. Mistress Felicia then positioned a dildo on the floor pointing upward, so that Christopher would be forced to sit upon that rod. Mistress Felicia pulled the rope. Christopher squatted. The good-looking man found that his choices resulted in no choice at all. His ass lowered further and further. Christopher could feel the head of the dildo pushing in between the cheeks of his ass. The dildo had been positioned and angled perfectly, Christopher found. The dominatrix bitch certainly knew what she was doing. She pulled the rope. His asshole was forced open by the dildo. He could feel the super-thick ersatz pecker push right up past his tight tubular sphincter muscle into the deepest sections of his colon, into his bowels' core. Mistress Felicia made Christopher fuck himself in the ass with that dildo faster and faster harder and harder and she did not allow him to stop until the young man felt something in his ass happening that he would not have thought possible.
An orgasm. Of sorts.
A deep anal come.
Christopher was coming inside his ass. His asshole convulsed. His bowels contracted. His sphincter spasmed.
*****
Mistress Felicia decided that night as she left Christopher bound against the wall in her torture chamber, that she was growing bored with the young man. That was always the way with Mistress Felicia. The dominatrix bitch never did have much of an attention span.
Mistress Felicia thought about it and thought about-and the more she thought about it the more she felt that she had to get back to abusing pussies. After all, abusing pussies was Mistress Felicia's FAVORITE thing to do.
Mistress Felicia wrote a memo to her staff that she wanted, from that moment on, a steady flow of girls in her torture chamber.
Young girls.
Innocent.
Sweet.
Cheerleaders if possible. NO more housewives!
The next morning she released Christopher from his bondage on the wall and bound him immediately on his back on the torture table spread-eagled.
It was then that the beautiful woman went to get her large-toothed saw.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Caroline Ann Cunningham was bound on Mistress Felicia's torture table on her back. She had just been beaten severely. Slightly wall-eyed Caroline Ann was covered with welts.
"I have thought of something fun we can do," the dominatrix bitch said.
"What can we do, Mistress Felicia?" Caroline Ann said.
"We can play a piercing game!" the dominatrix bitch said.
"Ohhhhhhhh, that sounds mighty painful," Caroline Ann said.
"I am sure that it will be, dear," the dominatrix bitch said.
"What sort of piercing, Mistress Felicia?" Caroline Ann said.
"I think I am going to piece you in two places," the dominatrix bitch said.
"Where?" Caroline Ann Cunningham said, suppressing a stammer.
"I think I am going to pierce your clitoral foreskin and then your nipple," the dominatrix bitch said.
"Please do not do that to me," Caroline Ann Cunningham begged.
"No more of your fussing, now, dear," the dominatrix bitch said.
"What are you going to do after you pierce me?" Caroline Ann Cunningham asked.
"I am going to put pretty gold rings in your nipple and your clitoral foreskin, dear," the dominatrix bitch said.
"I see."
"And then I am going to do something SUPER-sadistic to you," the dominatrix bitch said.
Caroline Ann Cunningham wondered what could be more sadistic than piercing her nipple and her clitoral foreskin.
"What? What are you going to do?" Caroline Ann said.
Slightly wall-eyed Caroline Ann did not really want to know the answer-but some sort of morbid curiosity with the rituals of the administration of the torture forced her to ask the question.
"I am going to connect a chain from the ring in your nipple to the ring in your clitoral foreskin," the dominatrix bitch said.
"I see."
"But that is not all. I am going to make the chain just a little bit too short," the dominatrix bitch said. "How short?"
"Very short."
"How short?"
"Inquisitive, aren't we?"
"Yes."
"The chain, if you must know, is going to be so short that your nipple is going to be pulled far downward and your clitoral foreskin is going to be forced far upward. It is not going to be a pretty thing to see."
*****
"Please, no."
"I'm afraid so."
Mistress Felicia used a sharp needle to pierce Caroline Ann Cunningham's clitoral foreskin. She pushed the needle right through the fleshy sheath that partially covered the pretty little girl's little man in the boat. Mistress Felicia did not stop pushing with the needle until the tip of the needle poked out the other side of the clitoral foreskin. Blood poured down into Caroline Ann Cunningham's cunt. Mistress Felicia worked the needle back and forth and inserted the ring. "NOOOOOOOO!"
Mistress Felicia then grabbed Caroline Ann Cunningham's left nipple with her left thumb and forefinger and pinched it. She made that nipple hard and erect. Mistress Felicia rammed the needle right through the nipple.
"NOOOOOOOO!"
Mistress Felicia released Caroline Ann Cunningham's bondage.
"I want you to sit on the floor with one leg raised in the air," the dominatrix bitch said.
"Okay."
Mistress Felicia attached the chain from Caroline Ann Cunningham's pierced nipple to her pierced pussy.
"OWWWWWWWW!"
Then, just to add the final touch, Mistress Felicia wrapped a piece of barbed-wire across Caroline Ann Cunningham's tits.
*****
The same thing kept happening to Mistress Felicia over and over again, and it was starting to bug her. She would get a slave. Train him or her.
Abuse him or her and have the time of her life-and then get bored.
Mistress Felicia always had to move onto a new slave, and it was starting to drive Mistress Felicia crazy.
She wondered how long she could get away with it. Some part of Mistress Felicia remembered that there was a real world out there.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The sex slave's name was Barbara Peterson, and she was a rather sullen teenager with long stringy hair that spilled down onto her shoulders. Barbara Peterson's hair had not been stringy when she was first brought to Mistress Felicia's torture chamber. It was just that the dominatrix bitch had not allowed the pretty sex slave to bathe in a few days.
"I have decided that I am going to test your worth to me as a sex slave," Mistress Felicia said to Barbara Peterson.
"How are you going to do that?" Barbara Peterson said.
"I am going to find out if you are worthy of being my toilet."
Barbara Peterson was not sure what Mistress Felicia meant by that, but she sure as hell knew that she did not like the sound of it.
"I drank several glasses of wine before coming downstairs for tonight's torture session," the dominatrix bitch said.
"I see."
"And you know what that means. The wine went straight to my bladder."
"That happens to me too," Barbara Peterson said.
"Now I have got to take a wicked piss," Mistress Felicia said.
"Oh my."
"Which brings me back to my original point. I want to find out if you are worthy of being my toilet," the dominatrix bitch said.
"Let me get this straight, you want to piss on me" Barbara Peterson said.
"No."
"No?"
"Nope."
"What then?"
"I want to piss IN YOU, sex slave," the dominatrix bitch said.
"In me?"
"That's right. In your MOUTH!" the dominatrix bitch said.
"Oh," Barbara Peterson said.
"I want you to kneel before me now, sex slave," the dominatrix bitch said.
"Yes, Mistress Felicia," Barbara Peterson said subserviently.
"I want you to tilt your head back for me," the dominatrix bitch said.
"Yes, Mistress Felicia," the pretty sex slave said submissively.
"Now I want you to open your mouth as far as it will go."
"Okay."
Barbara Peterson did as she was told. Mistress Felicia reached down between her legs. The criminally insane woman caressed at the insides of her thighs with the fleshy part of her fingertips. Mistress Felicia scratched up and down the finely-tapered insides of the dominatrix bitch's firm thighs with the tip of her long ref fingernails. Mistress Felicia then moved her fingertips to the outer most edges her inner cunt lips. Mistress Felicia peeled those lips back. Mistress Felicia had been telling the truth about having a full bladder. The criminally insane woman really did have to take a licked piss. Mistress Felicia felt like she could piss a quart.
*****
Mistress Felicia missed Barbara Peterson's opened mouth on purpose at first and sprayed Barbara Peterson's entire face with her pee. Then the dominatrix bitch re-adjusted her aim and made the flow of yellow urine go right into Barbara Peterson's mouth.
Barbara Peterson began to drink. Barbara continued to drink until Mistress Felicia's bladder was empty.
"Now that you have been my toilet you are going to be my toilet paper," the dominatrix bitch said. "Okay."
"I want you to lick the last few droplets of piss out of my cunt."
"All right."
Barbara Peterson did as she was told and did not stop licking until all of the piss had ben licked out of Mistress Felicia's cunt.
"Don't stop licking."
"Okay."
"Lick the outer lips."
"Okay."
"Lick the inner lips."
"Ummmmmmm."
"Lick between the inner lips."
"Yes."
"Lick inside my fuck hole."
"Your wish is my command," Barbara Peterson said. "Lick my clit."
"Okay."
"Make me come! OHHHHHHHH!"
*****
When Mistress Felicia was finished coming she bound Barbara Peterson by the shoulders in a sitting position. Barbara Peterson's hands were free so she could masturbate. Barbara diddled her clit. Mistress Felicia gave her a dildo and Barbara Peterson, looking as sullen as ever, began to work that dildo in and out of her cunt.
CHAPTER NINE
Chastity Klapp was bound in Mistress Felicia's torture chamber standing with her arms over her head. Her tits were ringed with iron hoops and a spiked g-string was torturing her cunt. Her feet were forced far apart on the floor and her shoulders were forced forward so that she was slightly jackknifed at the waist. Mistress Felicia thought that Chastity Klapp was the sexiest sex slave she had seen in some time, that was why she had reserved a special torture for Chastity. Chastity Klapp was a bright slave. "Mistress Felicia?"
"Yes?"
"Why is the fire going in the torture chamber fireplace?"
"Why shouldn't I be burning a log or two?" the dominatrix bitch said.
"No reason, except it is the middle of the summer," Chastity said.
"I had forgotten."
"It is getting awfully hot in this room bound like this."
The sweat was pouring down the pretty sex slave's face.
"I want to simulate the conditions of hell," Mistress Felicia said.
Chastity Klapp was released from her bondage and then bound once again on the torture table, on her stomach.
"You are going to be marked, Chastity," the dominatrix bitch said.
"Marked?"
"Yes. I am going to mark your rear," the dominatrix bitch said.
"What do you mean, mark?"
"That is what the fire is for."
"What, you are confusing me."
"I'll slow down."
"Please."
"Have you heard of cattle being branded?" the dominatrix bitch said. "Yes."
"Well, sweetheart, that it what I am going to do to you!"
"Ohhhhhhhh."
"You are going to experience unthinkable pain!" the dominatrix bitch said. "Ohhhhhhhh."
"There are right now two branding irons in the torture chamber fireplace. Each one has a single letter on it. An M and an F. For Mistress Felicia. You are going to be branded with one of the letters on either of our ass cheeks," the dominatrix bitch said.
Mistress Felicia put on some heatproof gloves. She went to the fireplace.
"Ohhhhhhhh, I see the irons glowing white!" the dominatrix bitch said.
"Please-"
"What?"
"Mercy."
"I thought we got over this have mercy stage a long time ago."
"At least put me to sleep first," Chastity said.
"That would defeat the purpose," the dominatrix bitch said.
"What do you mean by that?" Chastity Klapp said quickly.
"If you were asleep you would not be able to feel the pain."
"Oh."
"I am going to have to gag you, Chastity," Mistress Felicia said.
"Why? I thought you liked the sounds of my screams," Chastity said.
"I do. I just don't want you to bite your tongue in two."
"Oh."
Chastity Klapp was gagged.
*****
Mistress Felicia pulled both of the branding irons out of the fire at once, holding one iron in each heatproof glove.
Mistress Felicia then brought the irons over to the torture table. Mistress Felicia made sure that there were not upside down. The criminally insane woman stood at the foot of the torture table and allowed the irons to hover over Chastity Klapp's ass so that the pretty sex slave could feel the radiating heat. Then, suddenly, Mistress Felicia plunged the irons onto Chastity Klapp's melting ass flesh. Mistress Felicia counted aloud.
One Mississippi.
Two Mississippi.
Three Mississippi.
Four.
The irons were removed.
Chastity Klapp had not had the luxury of passing out and had experienced fully conscious every ounce of her agony.
*****
That night Mistress Felicia recalled why she was a dominatrix bitch in the first place. Yes, she had learned how to torture from the best.
The criminally insane woman had learned her torture techniques from the Viet Cong.
CHAPTER TEN
The following is an excerpt from the diary of Felicia Padley AKA Mistress Felicia: Dear Diary, I have just returned from my stint in Nam, more accurately from my stint with the VC, after the mobile hospital I was nursing for was overrun in a mid-monsoon raid.
It seems so strange being back here in the States. Yes, I was a nurse once, but I know that is over forever.
I will no longer be able to help people get well, I will only be able to make people get sick. I have been tainted.
Tainted by the tortures of the Viet Cong. Six weeks of torture. My fingernails were torn out. I was gang banged.
I try now to write about all of this in some sort of coherent fashion and I find that I am blind with hate. My memories are not distinct. I remember mostly Lieutenant Phuc Yen, who seemed to take delight in being personally in charge of my daily interrogations. Those VC knew that I was just a nurse and that I didn't know any secret information, but they, Lieutenant Phuc Yen most persistently, kept calling me a spy. I think they were just saying that I was a spy because they wanted more excused to abuse me.
They fucked me in the cunt.
The ass.
The throat.
I was fucked in all three holes simultaneously. I was forced to eat their secretions and excretions. I drank piss more frequently than I drank fresh water for six weeks.
But mostly I remember that one day, very early in the going, when Lieutenant Phuc Yen decided that he was in the mood for a little tit torture. He forced me to stand so that my big tits were resting on a tree stump. An old tree had been cut down there fairly recently. I could tell by the rings that the tree was many years old. There was still sticky sap in that stump so I knew that it had not been cut down for very long.
"You will tell me about the movements of the South Vietnamese Underground," Lieutenant Phuc Yen.
"I do not know anything about any movements. I keep telling you again and again that I am only a nurse!"
"I shall fuck your ass!" Lieutenant Phuc Yen said. He did. He remained me bloody with his cock. Then, just to be mean, he fist fucked my cunt from behind and then he made me lick his bloody fist clean.
But that wasn't the worst of it. The worst thing was what Lieutenant Phuc Yen did to my tits. He grabbed a big'piece of wood, a two by four or something or other, and he began to beat the shit out of my knockers, which were still resting on that stump.
*****
Now that I am a free woman again and I have been discharged from the army with no medals or heroes welcome, I know that I must share these Viet Cong secrets with the young men 'n women of America. I am going to search out victims. Yes.
Victims.
I am going to spend the rest of my life torturing unwilling victims just as I was tortured. I know that the enemy is all around me so I must be careful at all times.
Saigon?
Fuck, yes.
I been to Saigon.
Now I am going to be a dominatrix bitch and all I encounter will learn to fear me, me and my savage whip!
EPILOGUE
On the day that the local police department finally caught up with Mistress Felicia and arrested her for a multitude of violent crimes, the buxom bitch was having the time of her life. She did not know that she was torturing her last victim. The victim was a young girl with blonde pig-tails and Mistress Felicia had her bound spread-eagled on her belly on the wooden slab torture table. Mistress Felicia had her black leather glove on her right hand and she had the young girl's ass cheeks pulled apart as far as they would go with her left. Mistress Felicia rammed one finger up the ass. Two fingers. Three fingers. Four fingers. The thumb. The entire hand. A fist. Mistress Felicia fist-fucked the little girl's asshole so that the leather glove was covered with blood. This was what Mistress Felicia was doing when the cops busted in, she was trying to disembowel a girl with a gloved fist!
