Cindy had a family history that followed her everywhere-not that she wanted to get rid of it. She had been told, very early in life, that she was a descendant of some of the greatest of the Salem witches, and had to carry out that tradition until the day she died.
And die she might, the way her life was running. Cindy-along with her "suburban" husband John, and their many community friends-was a confirmed masochist, and couldn't bear to think of sex without the trimmings of sadomasochism.
John and Cindy had met during college, in one of the large town's S & M bars. Both being confirmed masochists, they found it difficult at first to get along, and again, after years of marriage, decided that they simply had to find some sadists to join their perverse community of deviant lovers.
Through his secretary at the office-whom John greatly enjoyed-the husband found the perfect couple, so to speak. Frank and Jane were just what the community needed, and just what they wanted.
Their desires were simple: they adored beating people. They, at an opposite pole from John and Cindy, were confirmed sadists, and loved to carry out their functions for the appropriate sums of money.
Cindy, half-living in reality and half-living in her world of fantasy-derived from her family heritage-built the kind of life she wanted and needed-the kind of suburban life that was precisely atypical.
CHAPTER ONE
She was a small woman, and she was glad of that fact. It fitted in well with her attitude towards life. Being the type of person who was more than willing to submit, her size made her look like the victim that she wanted to be. It was like having an identification badge.
In college, when she had gone to the leather bars, she had always worn her "M" button. That told everyone that she was a masochist and wanted to be treated accordingly. She would then seek out those persons who wore "S" buttons, which meant that they were sadists.
It didn't always work out that way though. Some persons who wore "M" buttons really thought of themselves as masters and some who wore "S" buttons really thought of themselves as slaves. Not wanting to add to the confusion, from then on she relied on her size and her manner to identify what she was.
But Cindy's history was not so simple. She came from a family laden with sadomasochists. And, in addition, not only were they fully corrupt sadomasochists, but they were witches. Cindy, a full-blooded American girl, came from a family that had descended from the infamous witches of Salem-from those few who had escaped the terrors of that century. She often recalled the stories her mother had told her as a child-stories that her mother, in turn, had passed on to her. They recalled the old great-grandmother, the one who had so cunningly lured young girls and men into her witchery and then gloried when they were crucified or burned as witches-she always being the one who escaped.
Cindy smiled, often, as she remembered the picture her mother had painted for her-how her great-grandmother had kept a camp in the woods and brought the victims out to it, tying them to trees and introducing them first to "potions," and then to hard-core sexual witchery. That was the part that Cindy loved-and as a constant remembrance of her family and her heritage, Cindy had the witches' star to keep with her, just like the one her grandmother had worn around her neck.
Cindy liked to imagine, sometimes when she was alone, that she was back in the "olden" days, back being tortured as one of the unwilling-willing victims of sexual witchery. Cindy, of course, had quite a vivid imagination, and her fantasies really managed to work her up into a fury.
Her mother had told her another story that fascinated her, and that she wondered about sometimes, when she was in one of her more masochistic moods. It was a tale about the Pilgrim schoolmistresses who, in their perversion, punished the other young women of the village who did not believe as they did.
One of the young women-Lisa, by name-had been particularly brazen about her sexual exploits, and her then-continuing sexual relationship with one of the allegedly respectful young men of the Church. The Sisters of the Church had promptly taken Lisa to their yard, disguised by a tall, surrounding wall, and tied her to one of the strong stakes in the ground, and then lashed her brazen and offending body with birch whisks, until the young woman was prevented from dealing in matters of the body for a long, long time to come.
Cindy often found, too, that she had trouble coming back to reality after such reminiscences-but somehow, she always made it.
She met John when they were both seniors. He too was a masochist, and let everyone know that fact. However, he was pleasant company, and they seemed to get along quite well. She brought him home and introduced him to her parents and he brought her home and introduced her to his parents.
After that it was more or less expected of them to get married, although both of them knew that it would be impossible for either of them to satisfy the other's sexual demands. They both needed a sadist for that, and neither one of them seemed fitted for that role.
At first they both tried playing the sadist role. First he would assume the sadistic role and beat her, and then she would assume the sadistic role and beat him. It worked for whichever one of them was playing the masochist role, but not for the one who was playing the sadistic role. That person felt cheated and sexually frustrated.
They naturally began engaging in other forms of sex. However, it wasn't until a month after their wedding that they first fucked. Up until that time, neither of them had even given the matter a thought. It just seemed to happen one night when they were in bed. John just rolled on top of her, eased his cock into her, and began fucking her.
At first she had not responded at all, but gradually she did, and eventually she had had an orgasm, the first orgasm she had ever had from fucking. All the other times, she had not even come close to having an orgasm.
Now as she prepared herself for the party they were giving, she wondered just who would show up. Probably the same old group. John always did the inviting, and although she really knew who to expect, she always liked to pretend that she didn't. That way she could be even more disappointed when she saw who came.
"Cindy, are you ready yet?" John called to her from the living room.
Cindy looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. She Was really very attractive, and it was no wonder that men chased after her constantly. Everyplace she went these days, some man made a pass at her.
Just the other day a man had made advances towards her. The only trouble was that the ones who did that only wanted to fuck. Some of them were anally oriented, and some were orally oriented, but there were never any sadists amongst them. A few times she had allowed herself to be picked up like that, but usually she didn't.
She smoothed down her dress and went out into the living room where John was mixing himself a martini. He looked as if he had had a few already. He was obviously depressed about something, but she didn't feel like asking him what it might be. She didn't really want to know.
"Make me one of those?" she asked.
He looked at her and smiled and began to mix her one, while drinking his at the same time. He really has turned into a boozer, she said to herself. Just like those suburban husbands you read about.
She sat down on the couch and waited for him to bring her her drink. He did so and returned to the bar to mix another one for himself. He's drinking them down like they were water, she said to herself. I wonder just how many he's had already. This is his second since I've been in here.
"Don't you think you ought to slow down on that stuff?" she asked. "You'll pass out before anyone arrives."
"What difference does it make?" he shot back at her. "There won't be anyone here anyway."
"Why don't you find some new people to invite then? Why invite the same people since you don't like them?"
"It's not that I don't like them," he said. "I do like them. It's just that all of them are like us. They all want to be beaten, and not a one of them wants to do the beating. When they do, they do such a poor job of it. I want someone who really gets enjoyment out of it."
"We all want that," she sneered. "You think you thought of something new all by yourself?
I'm sure they feel the same way about you. Don't feel as if you're the only one who's going without. And besides, I'll bet you scout around in the city when you're supposed to be working. Just tell me that you don't."
"Maybe I do. What of it? I have to do something, don't I?" I never tell you not to look around, do I? If you don't, it's your own fault. I'm not to blame, am I?" He downed his drink in one gulp; and mixed another one immediately. "The only way I get it is when I pay for it these days."
"That's better than not getting it at all," she scoffed. "Don't tell me you don't like it just as much, because I know you do. I've seen you sneak in nights when you thought I was asleep. I've seen the bruises on your body and watched you rub them and try to make them hurt even more."
"So what if I do?" he sneered. "I have to get my sex somehow."
"Yes, and you always manage quite nicely, don't you?" she yelled back at him. "What about me? Did you ever stop to think about me for a change? Here I am rotting in this bedroom community while you make it with the whores in the city."
"They aren't the usual run of whores."
"I'm sure they're not. Most whores don't wear leather outfits or run around in black leather boots. They don't have whips all over their walls. I saw that whip you bought the other day. Are you hoping you'll get someone to use it on you? If you're not careful, I just may find someone first."
"I couldn't care less what you do."
"Oh you couldn't, couldn't you?" she said, jumping to her feet. "It wouldn't look very good to your boss if I was to run out on you would it? He likes his yes-men to be married, doesn't he? Lead nice, sane, normal lives.
"And if I ever left you, I wouldn't just walk away without saying a word. Not me. I'd tell everyone just what you are. I'd tell them all about your sordid sex life. Just see how long you'd last then. Not a day. I'd see to it that you were ruined for the rest of your life."
John just looked at her and didn't say a word. She had him there. He couldn't afford to have her do that, although that was what he secretly wished for. If only he had the courage to go someplace and live his life the way he wanted to. He could find some commune where he could get all the beatings he'd ever want.
He thought he heard the doorbell ring, but it was just wishful thinking on his part. Their guests wouldn't be arriving for at least another fifteen minutes. The first ones to arrive always tried to be at least five minutes late. They didn't want to appear to have rushed to get there.
The first couple to arrive would of course be Richard and Lynda Davis. Richard was his best friend, and had been ever since college, when they had been roommates. It would have been a lot better if one of us had been a sadist in those days, John said to himself.
Cindy sat on the couch, her nose up in the air. The miserable bitch, John thought to himself. I should walk out on her right now. And he would have to, if he had any idea where he might go, or what he might do when he got there. As it was, he mixed himself another drink.
"I told you to slow down on that stuff," she said. "I don't want you passing out on me before anyone even gets here. It won't look good to the guests if they show up and find the host has already gone and gotten himself potted. How would you like it if you went to a party and found that your host was already four sheets to the wind? Would you like it?"
"I wouldn't care one way or the other," he snapped.
"No, I don't suppose you would. You don't care about anything except that drinking of yours and those whores in the city that you get to beat you. Well, I do care about what our friends think of us even if you don't."
"Well, isn't that just dandy," he said.
Right after he said that the doorbell rang. On his way to the front door to answer it, he could feel the alcohol already affecting him. He felt light headed and for a second he thought he was going to pass out. He managed to get to the door however and to answer it.
As he suspected, and knew it would be, it was Richard and Linda Davis. Linda had on her usual short dress which seemed to come just below her crotch and she gave him her usual passionate kiss on the mouth which he accepted like he always did. Richard was right behind her, and the two friends shook hands warmly.
Linda went right over to where Cindy was seated and the two women kissed and began talking immediately. Richard went with John to the bar and John proceeded to mix his old roommate what he knew he wanted, a whiskey highball. They watched their two wives for a second and then began their own conversation.
"Let me tell you about this bitch I met in the city the other night," Richard began. "She was about six feet tall, maybe taller, and she was built like a truck driver. I picked her up in one of those leather bars and went with her to her place. Her apartment looked like something out of the middle ages.
"She had whips and chains all over the walls and she even had a rack. I put her in that rack and really did a job on her, let me tell you. And later, I thought she was going to kill me, and for a while she had me wishing that that was what she'd do. I never had such a time.
"While I was still in the rack, she used one of the whips on me. I still have the scars, and I'm sure I always will. It really cut into me deep. I must have screamed the roof down, or at least I thought that was what I was going to do. The pain I felt was not to be believed."
"Do you remember where she lives?" John asked.
"I have it written down someplace," Richard said.
Just as I thought, John thought. He's not going to tell me where she lives or anything. She probably doesn't even exist. He's just making it up to make me jealous. Well, it won't work. He's tried this same stunt with me plenty of times, and I've caught him at it plenty of times. He keeps trying though.
"I just wish we had someone who lived around here," John went on. "Maybe even a couple. You know, I understand that you can advertise for that sort of thing? Put an ad in one of those sex papers saying you want someone who gets their kicks from beatings. I'd bet we'd get a lot of responses."
"Just what would you advertise for?" Richard asked.
"Someone to live in the community with us. Just think of all the masochists you know that would go for something like that. They'd all go for the idea."
"Are you sure about that?"
"Of course I'm sure. Tonight we'll ask everyone who comes to the party what they think of the idea. I'm sure they'll all go for it one hundred per cent. We could all pitch in a little every month, and in the long run we'd find that it was more than worth it."
"Well, I'm all for it," Richard said. "You can count me in."
Eventually other people started arriving at the party, and by ten p.m., the house was mobbed with people drinking, telling stories, and pretending to have a good time. No one was actually having a good time because they were all frustrated. They all wanted something that no one at the party could give them.
In all there were twenty couples at the party, and all of them were masochists. Although they had all had sex with one another from time to time, it was only as a substitute for what they really wanted. The wife swapping, and the rest of it, was a mere diversion. And they needed more than diversion at this point.
Both Richard and John were circulating amongst the other guests and telling them of their plan to hire a couple, or just one person if they couldn't find a couple, who would live amongst them and give them what they all needed. Everyone seemed to like the idea and said they would help share the expenses.
By the time Richard and John got back to each other, they had talked to everyone else at the party.
"All we have to do now is find someone," Richard said.
"Don't worry about that part," John said. "I'll do that. I'll find just the right couple too."
John felt sobered up and decided that it was time to start drinking again. He didn't like being sober because then he was conscious of how frustrated he felt. And he didn't like that feeling at all. He went over to the bar and began mixing himself a drink.
While he was doing that, Linda came up to the bar and started talking to him. He noticed for the first time how low cut her dress was and noticed that her tits were all but hanging out of it. She was obviously trying to attract his attention, just like she always did, ever since they had met.
"Cindy was telling me that you go out and buy it," Linda was saying. "I think Richard does the same. Sometimes though he gets it for free. I wouldn't think of paying someone to beat me. I'd want them to do it out of love. Want them to do it because they want to do it. Do you understand?"
"I understand," he replied.
"These people that do it for money," she went on, "they don't get anything out of it."
"That's where you're wrong," John said. "A lot of them get as much sexual excitement as you get. Some of them get so turned on, they can't stop."
"Well, that may be true," Linda said reluctantly, "but I'd still rather get it from someone who was just doing it because they wanted to, and not because of the money they were getting. I think there's something wrong with the whole concept of buying sex. I really do."
"Suppose you got paid to beat someone, wouldn't you?" he then asked.
"I most certainly would not," she replied.
"First of all, I don't dig that part of it, and you know it. And secondly, I wouldn't sell myself like that."
John looked around the room and saw that the wife swapping was already in progress. He also saw that Cindy and Richard were going down in the cellar together. He looked at Linda and wondered if he should. They had never had sex together, and since there was nothing else to do, why not?
She seemed to read his mind and she smiled at him. John thought about the new whip he had bought. He had bought it for someone to use on him, but there was nothing to prevent him from using it on someone else. Maybe he could get to like that sort of thing.
He never had before, but there was no reason why he couldn't at least make another attempt at it. He took Linda by the hand and led her to his bedroom. He and Cindy had separate bedrooms now and had had separate bedrooms for almost two years now. It was better this way.
Of course, they didn't always use their separate bedrooms. Many nights, because of habit if nothing else, they would sleep together in the same room, even though they hardly ever had sex together. After a few nights of that, they would each sleep in their own room for a while before they slept together again.
High over his bed, the new whip hung on the wall. Linda looked at it for the longest time, and began to shake all over. She could feel it on her bare skin already, and she could hardly wait. She took it down off the wall and felt it. The leather was smooth and soft. It wouldn't feel soft when it was being snapped against her though. It would feel anything but soft.
John went over to her and grabbed her roughly in his arms. He kissed her harshly on the mouth, and then began taking off her clothes. He was being just as rough with her as he possibly could. The rougher he was the better she liked it. He was beginning to act like a real sadist now, and that pleased her.
He threw her down on die bed and stripped down to his jockey shorts. He had a hard-on and she could see how it was trying to force its way out of his jockey shorts. She wanted to take it in her mouth and bite on it but before she could do that he was whipping her with his whip.
She felt it on her thighs first. The sting was beautiful. The pain shot all the way through her body and then she felt it again and again. He seemed to be hitting her on the same spot all the time. She liked that. He was making that one wound deeper and deeper.
Next she felt the whip across the bottom half of her legs. He was really going after them, just as he had gone after her thighs. He was a madman and she loved him for it. If he could just keep this up a little longer. She was already feeling her cunt getting moist. The sex juices were almost about to overflow, and they would if he kept it up.
John was finding that he liked using his whip on Linda. He liked the feeling that swept over him when he brought the whip down on her bare flesh. It made his skin tingle. It sent shock waves from his fingertips all through the rest of his body. It gave him a sense of power.
He found that he liked this new sense of power. He liked it considerably. He guessed that this .ms what made sadists enjoy what they did to other people. They had a feeling of power over them. And of course, the masochist was the one who wanted to be dominated, who didn't want that sense of power.
He had always felt that way, and he still did. But now he found that there was something in this beating. Something that he could feel inside. It was tying him up in a knot and he could feel the knot getting tighter and tighter. Soon it would snap and that's when he would have his orgasm.
He was hitting her harder and harder now. He was putting all his weight into it. He could see the blood as it appeared in every new cut that he made. In the old cuts that he was now making deeper, it seemed to flow out like water. She was biting into a pillow to keep herself from screaming.
Go ahead, he thought, bite into that pillow just as hard as you can. The more she bit into the pillow, the more pain he was causing her. That was how he could tell just how hard he should hit her the next time. But now he was hitting her just as hard as he possibly could. There was no way he could hit her any harder than he was.
He felt his body starting to shake, and he could feel himself on the brink of orgasm. He went wild at that point. Jumping on the bed, he took the handle of the whip and shoved it into Linda's small, tight asshole. He shoved it in just as hard as he could.
Right then she let out an ear piercing scream that was loud enough to wake the dead. He kept shoving the whip handle in harder and harder. Linda kept screaming the whole time. Her screams seemed to get louder and louder. The louder they got, the harder he shoved the whip handle into her.
When he felt that he was on the verge of orgasm himself, he pulled down his jockey shorts, dropped his whip, and shoved his throbbing cock deep into her pussy. He came the instant he got it inside her. They were both shaking and he could feel her coming at the same time.
They lay there shaking, both of them experiencing their own private orgasms and not giving a thought to what the other person might be feeling. They were only, concerned with what they felt. John lay on top of her until he had emptied out all his seed and then he rolled off and onto his side.
He was panting and gasping for breath. He could feel his cock wilting already, and that upset him. He had wanted to stay hard a little bit longer. It didn't look as if he would though. He tried to get up, but he didn't have the necessary strength. His whole body felt drained.
Finally he managed to raise himself on his elbows. From there he pushed himself into a sitting position. He looked down at Linda who was still lying flat on her stomach. All he could hear from her was her heavy breathing. The blood had dried up in her cuts and it looked rusty colored. He looked at her from head to foot, observing what he had done to her.
He liked what he saw, and he wondered just what else he could do to her. There was no limit to the pain he could cause her. Why should he stop now? Why shouldn't he beat her some more? After all he was enjoying it just as much as she was. Maybe even more so since this was all new to him. He had never enjoyed being the sadist before, but now he did.
He was enjoying it just as much as he would have if it had been the other way around. He got to his feet and picked up the whip which was lying on the floor. He snapped it in the air a few times and then he lashed out at her perfectly still body. Her whole body seemed to rise up off the bed.
Now when he hit her, he hit her with a greater vengeance than before. It was as if he meant to cause her all the pain that he had ever felt in his life. All of it. He would cram it all into this one beating that he was now giving her. He could tell from her reactions that she was feeling everything that he meant for her to feel.
"You're really going to feel pain tonight," he yelled out at her. "More pain than you've ever felt in your life. You can count on that. And you can count on me to make sure you feel every bit of it."
With that he pulled her off the bed and shoved her into a comer of the room. He began kicking her with his bare feet until she was flat on her stomach, and then he began beating her again with the whip. He was yelling out the whole time that he was doing this and she was yelling out just as loud as he was.
Later he left her and went down to the cellar where Cindy was now busy with three other women. He decided to intrude on their little party, and get himself a little "torture on the side," as he jokingly called it. He was quite drunk at this point, having mixed himself another drink on the way down.
Anyway, when he saw the three women there, he couldn't resist getting involved, and they welcomed the thought of it. While Cindy grabbed him and almost immediately shoved an iron dildo up his ass, another of the women began sucking him off like a vamp.
The scene went on for an hour or so, until all participants were thoroughly worn out.
CHAPTER TWO
Cindy didn't get up at all on Sunday. She spent the whole day in bed nursing her wounds. Richard had really given her a beating Saturday night, and she could still feel it. She could still see him standing over her with his belt in his hand. That had been some sight.
Right now she was sure she would never forget it as long as she lived. She hadn't the faintest idea of what had become of John. She wasn't even sure if he was in the house with her or if he had gone out. She had spent the night in her room and he apparently had spent the night in his room.
Now, as she lay in bed, she had better things to think about, and couldn't concern herself with whether or not John was home or not. What did she care anyway? A lot of good he was to her anyway. It was her fault for marrying a masochist to begin with, but that didn't make her hate him any less.
All day though she thought about Richard and the animal she had turned him into. It wasn't a role that he was used to, but she had made him get used to it. She had goaded him into it, and he had loved it once he had gotten started. I'll turn him into a sadist yet, she thought to herself.
As she thought of her husband as an animal, her wild and crazy imagination started off on a trip again. She smiled to herself-this was a thought that had gone through her mind many times, but she had never really considered the possibility in terms of reality. The thought, actually, was that perhaps what she did need for sexual fulfillment was animals-real animals, that is, and not just human beings transformed by sexual passion into animalistic creatures.
So, once again in her mind, Cindy began imagining herself in her bed, wanting to get fucked, hot and heavy. In her fantasy, Richard walked into the room, and standing beneath the threshold, became transformed into a big dark wolf. Yes! laughed Cindy in her mind-isn't that what men thought they were anyway? She continued smiling as she worked with the fantasy and, in her mind, accepted the wolf as a lover and let him move his big cock in and out of her twat.
And then, she thought about the party again Yes, she had done wonders for Richard's ego on Saturday. She had made him feel like a real he-man, and she was sure he'd be eternally grateful to her for that. Not only had he beaten her with his belt, but he had fucked her as well. She could still feel his hard throbbing cock inside her.
He had had three orgasms inside her, and she had almost twice that many. She could remember how she had felt when his come was pumping into her. It seemed to fill her to the brim and then spill over. She wondered now why she had never let him fuck her before. That was certainly very dumb of me, she thought to herself, as she continued to wash herself.
When she stepped out of the shower to dry herself, she heard the phone ring again. If that's John, she said to herself, I'll scream bloody murder. She hated it when the phone rang at times like these. Good thing she wasn't still in the shower. That would really have made her mad.
I always knew we should have a phone in here, she thought, as she made her way to the bedroom to answer it. She picked up the receiver in the middle of the fourth ring. It was Mildred, a good friend of hers. She wanted to know if she could come by and chew the fat. She was also bringing along another one of their friends, a girl named Rita.
Not having anything better to do, Cindy told her to come ahead, and to bring anyone else she wanted to. Might as well have a real cat party, Cindy thought. All us cunts getting together to discuss what's wrong with our men and why they can't satisfy us.
And that seemed to be all they ever talked about when they got together. And, of course, there were the tall stories they told about the last beating they had just gotten. This time, Cindy would have a true story to tell. And she even had the marks to prove it. Fresh marks at that.
She put on a housecoat and went out into the kitchen to make a fresh pot of coffee. Her friends all liked to sit around the kitchen table and drink coffee and chain smoke. It made them feel more miserable than they already felt. She had to admit that there were times when she liked doing it also.
She was sitting at the table smoking a cigarette when Mildred and Rita arrived. Cindy was attracted to Rita right from the beginning. Cindy liked Rita's long blonde hair and her fair skin. I always knew that I was a les all the time, Cindy thought, half smiling.
"I thought I'd bring Rita over today," Mildred began, "because she's so much like us. She digs pain too and she's married to a man who won't hear of it. He won't do anything to satisfy her, which in itself is a form of satisfaction, but he's a real prude, which doesn't help matters.
"What she wants is real pain though. Real physical pain. The whip and chain variety. The kind we ourselves go for. You know I feel like the neglected wife whose husband is fucking every cunt in town. I feel like I've been cut off. I haven't had a good beating in ages.
"It used to be that you could get one whenever you wanted it. I don't know what's become of all the good sadists who used to live in this town. I think they all moved away. Shame too. Now there's just us masochists and we're no good to each other at all. We might as well not even know each other."
Cindy had to smile. "Oh, I don't know. I think any masochist is a potential sadist.
At least I'm beginning to think that.
Just the other night, one of John's friends, in fact, his best friend, who has always been a masochist, really gave me the beating of my life. He used his belt on me, and really made it hurt. At one point he used the buckle on me as well.
"Yes, I don't see why a masochist can't perform acts of sadism. They have it in them, only they don't realize it. They just have to have it brought out of them. I'm beginning to think that I even have it in me to be a sadist. I really do. I've never tried it, well, only with john and that doesn't count, but I'm sure I'd be good at it."
"Well, there's always the chance that you would be," Mildred said. "I never in my whole life have used whips or chains or belts on anyone, although I've had plenty used on me. I've never even thought about what it would be like to be on the other end. Tell me about the times you've beaten John."
Cindy blew out a smoke ring. "What's to tell? I was very disappointed, but I think that's only because it w is John. Maybe if it was someone else, I would feel differently about it. In fact I'm sure I would feel differently. Just thinking about it, I know there would be a big difference."
"Do you think you would enjoy beating someone like Rita here?" Mildred then asked.
Cindy looked at Rita and gave her a warm smile. Rita smiled back. "I'm sure I would," Cindy said. "I like her looks and I'm sure she bleeds quite nicely."
"That's what I do best," Rita said.
The two women just looked at each other while Mildred fumbled with a cigarette. "I can see that you two are really taking a liking to each other. I had a feeling this would happen. I should know enough to trust my feelings from now on."
"I guess you should," Cindy said, reaching across the table and taking Rita's hand. "If there's one thing I always do, I always trust my feelings. Right now my feelings tell me-"and now she was talking to Rita-"that you and I can really make it together."
Rita responded like Cindy thought she might. She held onto Cindy's hand and then leaned over and kissed it. The two women rose from their seats at the same time and embraced. Their mouths met in a burning kiss that they held for longer than usual. They began grabbing at one another's tits and ass.
Cindy had her hand down under Rita's skirt and then down under her panties. She was rubbing Rita's ass just as gently as she could and then she began to apply more pressure. All Dindy had on was a flimsy housecoat, and Rita had both her hands inside it and was gently rubbing Cindy's tits.
Both of them had completely forgotten that Mildren was even present and they went after each other more feverishly now. Feeling a burst of strength, Cindy lifted Rita in her arms and carried her to the bedroom. Cindy had always thought herself small, but Rita was smaller still.
In the bedroom Cindy laid Rita down on the bed and lay down beside her. The two females began to undress one another. Cindy's housecoat came off very easily, and all Rita had on was a blouse, a skirt and panties. They came off rather easily also. The two women were in a sixty-nine position now sucking away at each other's moist cunt lips.
Cindy found that she loved the feel of Rita's warm pussy. The juices in Rita's pussy were already starting to flow, and Cindy lapped them up greedily. She had only done this with one other woman in her life, and she had been turned off by it. With Rita she was anything but turned off. She was in fact completely turned on.
Rita was responding the same way to the sex juices that were flowing out of Cindy's cunt. Both women had hungry mouths and very active tongues. They were both sucking hard on each other, making each other come even more. Cindy felt as if she was discovering something that no one else had ever experienced before this.
All this time Mildred had stayed in the kitchen, but now she was standing in the doorway watching. Lifting her skirt, and reaching up under her panties, she began to finger herself. Mildred, who was slightly older than both Cindy and Rita, considered herself as being even more horny.
They don't know what it's like to be my age, Mildred thought, and not to have someone. Someday they'll know. As she thought this, she rammed her finger deeper into her pussy. Then she remembered where Cindy kept her dildoes and went and got one. She lay down on the floor and began to really use it on herself. She got it way inside her and really worked it in and out as fast as she could.
She could hear the two women on the bed and the loud sucking noises they were making and that really made her go after herself all the more. Mildred could feel her own sex juices starting to flow and she could smell theirs.
All three women were panting for breath. Mildred got to her feet, shed all her clothing and lay down beside the other two who were still going at each other. Rita was on top and Mildred decided to go after her. She strapped on the dildo and lay down on Rita's back. She shoved the dildo right up into Rita's ass and started off by going as fast as she could.
Cindy could feel the extra weight on top of her, but she didn't care. The added weight simply pressed Rita's pussy into her mouth that much harder, and that was just what she wanted. At that point she began biting the cunt lips as well as sucking on them. Rita began doing the same to her.
The two were now digging into each other's cunt lips with their teeth, and they were both making each other bleed. Mixed with the come, the blood flowed into each other's mouths. They each swallowed hard and went back for more. Mildred kept up her driving motion in Rita's asshole.
Rita could feel a sharp wave of pain go through her, every time Mildred drove inside her with the dildo. The dildo was large, larger than any cock Rita had ever had in her, and it was hurting her. But the more it hurt her, the more she liked it. Keep it up, Rita thought to herself.
The one good thing about a dildo, Rita thought, is that it can't get soft like a man's cock. It always stays hard. You don't have to worry about it's giving out on you, she said to herself. It's always good and hard. And that's just the way this dildo was. It was especially hard.
It was hard to the point where it felt like a rock. The harder that Mildred drove it into her, the harder Rita bit into Cindy's cunt. And the harder she bit into Cindy's cunt, the harder Cindy bit into her cunt. The three females were each causing the other to suffer as much pain as possible.
They all seemed to have their orgasms at the same time, and their bodies all shook together. Mildred's come poured all over Rita's ass and thighs. Rita and Cindy both went after each other's come with their still hungry mouths, taking in each precious drop and swallowing it right down.
When they all fell apart, they were, all three of them, gasping for breath. They lay side by side on the bed, their bodies covered with their own and each other's sweat and come. Cindy could still taste Rita's pussy in her mouth, and Rita could still taste Cindy's pussy in her mouth.
Mildred, with the dildo still strapped around her, wished she had a real cock and not just this fake one. I wonder what it's like to have a real cock and have it in some bitch's asshole? I really should have been born a man. I'd know a lot more about fucking than most men. I really would.
No one was able to say a word at that point, they were all still trying to catch their breaths. Cindy felt as if she had been running as fast as she could for over an hour. She felt as if she had collapsed completely inside, and would never recover. And right now, it didn't seem important to her that she recover. She could stay the way she was for the rest of her life.
Fresh from the cunt-sucking, Cindy's imagination took over once again. She was so taken with Rita, so infatuated with this new lover, that she couldn't help but fantasize: she wanted to take her away, take her back to the forest where her great-grandmother had practiced sexual witchery so blatantly; she would stand her up on a lonely little tree stump and shove her legs apart while she (Cindy) sucked away at the juicy little cunt. Yes! that's what she wanted to do-oh, how she wished she could spirit them both off to another century, and have her fantasies realized.
If John could only see me now, she thought to herself. He would just die. Nothing would upset him more than what I've just done. He can take anything but this. Anything at all. This is the one thing he'd never be able to stand for. Just thinking that made Cindy feel that she had won some sort of victory over him. He'll never know either.
That in itself made the experience that much more pleasurable to her. She opened her eyes, and there was Rita's pussy, still staring her in the face. Rita was lying on her side just as she was. Looking over Rita's body, Cindy spied Mildred who was flat on her back.
The very wet dildo was resting on Mildred's stomach and Cindy wondered how that had felt to Rita. I'll bet it felt good, Cindy thought to herself. Cindy had a whole collection of dildoes, and she used them to masturbate with all the time. Once in awhile, when they had sex, John would use one of them on her.
John had never used it on her ass though, and right now that's where she wanted it. She'd had it in her cunt plenty of times, but never in her ass. What good did it do to have the same thing done to you sill the time? No good at all. It was the different things that people did to you that felt good.
Thinking that she began to stroke Rita's thigh. That's when it came to her. John's whip. She jumped to her feet and ran into John's room. There it was over his bed. There was dried blood on it. He did use it Saturday night. I wonder who he used it on, Cindy thought to herself.
There was no time to think about that now as she grabbed it off the wall. There was no time for anything. As she ran back into her own room, she thought to herself, I can be a sadist just as well as anyone else. I feel it in my already. I really do. She ran into the room and assumed a position.
Mildred looked Up at her and said, "Who you going to use that on?"
"You'll see," Cindy said. "Help me carry her downstairs. We'll both use it on her."
The two women carried Rita down to the cellar where they proceeded to chain her to the wall.
Cindy then remembered that there was a whip down there and began to look for it. When she found it, she gave it to Mildred and the two women looked at each other and then at Rita. Rita's eyes told them that she wanted to be beaten in the worst way. It was in her every mannerism.
Mildred smiled knowingly, and so did Cindy. Cindy was the first to lash out at Rita. Her whip caught Rita right under Rita's heaving tits. Rita gave out a squeal that indicated that she loved it and wanted it again. Cindy obliged her again and again. Then Mildren joined in.
Between the two of them they hit her all over her body from the neck on down. Rita loved every wave of pain that went through her. It made her shudder, and there were times when she felt as if it was too much, but she never had any intention of asking them to stop.
That was the farthest thing from her mind, and always would be. Another thing she liked was the way they had her chained to the wall. She was above the cellar floor, and her wrists were clamped tight in these two bracelets, and so were her ankles. It was like something out of the middle ages.
I'm sure she's gotten a lot of use out of these things, Rita thought, looking right at Cindy. I'll bet she wishes she were in my place now, and that Mildred and I were whipping her. I'll bet she's suffering in a way, no matter how much she's enjoying beating me. Once a masochist, always a masochist.
And that was almost how Cindy felt. She did feel as if she wished she could change places with Rita, and at the same time, what she was now doing to Rita gave her a thrill that being beaten wouldn't have given her. I wonder how John felt when he used this the other night, she asked herself. Like I feel right now? I'll just bet he did.
She could just see John using it on whoever he had used it on. I'll bet it was Linda. I'm sure he saw me go off with Richard, and if he did, I'm sure he went off with Linda. At that point, as Cindy now remembered, all the couples were pairing off. I'm sure John saw us, she said to herself. Knowing his mind almost as well as her own, she could just see him with the whip in his hand, standing over Linda's prostrate body, now that she was convinced that that's who it had to be. He probably beat her until she couldn't stand. Just like I'm doing to this one.
There was also Mildred, who was doing her share. Mildred was sweating like a pig, and was grunting like one also. When she tired of beating Rita she lashed out at Cindy. She caught Cindy around the ankles and pulled her off her feet. Cindy fell on the cement floor with a thud. That's when she felt the whip across her thighs.
Mildred went after her with the same intensity that they had both used on Rita. Cindy felt the stinging whip on her again and again. She tried to get to her feet, but Mildred wouldn't let her. She just lay there after awhile and let Mildred do whatever she wanted.
Cindy had no will to resist at that point. What Mildred was doing to her felt too good. I don't want her to stop, Cindy thought to herself. I want her to continue. Keep it up as long as you can. Keep it up forever if you can. Cindy felt the whip on her breasts and she yelled out at the top of her lungs.
Rita, who was watching all this, wanted to be able to whip Cindy as well. She called out to Mildred to unchain her, but Mildred just didn't hear her. Mildred was too busy going after Cindy, whipping Cindy as hard as she could on every part of Cindy's bare body.
Rita watched the whip cut into Cindy's skin, and her cunt twitched every time she saw more flesh being tom away. This was too much. Watching it happen to someone else was just as good as having it done to yourself. At least that's what Rita thought right at the moment.
Cindy lay on the hard floor, the whip cracking against her with increasing speed. She curled up into a ball and felt the whip primarily on her ass and thighs. She could feel Rita's eyes on her and she loved that. Let her get her kicks watching, Cindy thought to herself. I know I would.
Mildred was certainly getting her kicks. Every time she cracked the whip against Cindy she could feel her cunt getting moister than it was. Mildred could feel herself on the brink of orgasm. Looking over at Rita, she could see that Rita was in the midst of her orgasm now.
I'll get back to you in a minute, Mildred thought, as she still went after Cindy. I'll get back to you in good time. And then maybe, we can both work on this other one. I'm certainly glad I called you, Mildred thought to herself, as she stared down at Cindy's curled up body. No telling what I might have done today if I didn't. I wouldn't be doing this, that's for sure.
She felt her arm getting weaker and weaker. She felt as if it was going to fall off her. Still she went after Cindy though, and was hitting at her even harder. If only I had an outfit like the real sadists have, Mildred thought. Leather outfit and boots. Then I'd really feel myself in the role.
This way she just felt like a masochist who was doing something to another masochist that she normally had done to herself. I'm not the real thing like this. But do I want to be the real thing? Right now she didn't know. But she knew that Cindy was right about one thing. A masochist could be a sadist.
Mildred's arm finally did give out, and she dropped the whip to the floor. She herself could barely stand up. She staggered over to the steps and sat down on the next to the bottom one. It was cold under her ass, but she found that she liked that. She looked over at Rita who was going wild.
Cindy still lay on the cold cement. No longer feeling the whip, she gradually uncurled, and then got up to her feet. She looked like a very shapely snake. A snake that was about to strike at that. Cindy was up on all fours now and then she rose to a standing position. "Well," she said, "what did I tell you?"
She left it at that and went and unchained Rita from the wall. Rita collapsed into Cindy's not too sturdy arms. The two women fell up against the wall and stayed there for quite some time. Finally Cindy pushed Rita away and made her way to the stairs. Mildred just sat there and wouldn't let her by.
"Did I do a job on you?" Mildred asked. "You did a job on me," Cindy acknowledged. "One of the best that's ever been done on me at that."
That made Mildred feel good inside and she said so. "Yes, I guess we all do have it in us," she then said.
Cindy waited for Mildred to stand up and then she made her way up the stairs. She wanted to soak in a tub for a while. A nice hot tub. She didn't even bother to ask Mildred and Rita what, if anything, they might want to do. Right now, she was concerned with herself and herself alone.
CHAPTER THREE
As he rode into the city on the morning commuter train, John's thoughts were on matters other than his job. He could still hear Linda's screams of pain and see her tom flesh. For the first time in his life he had enjoyed the sadist's role, although it was not a role he wished to assume at all times.
His role would always be that of slave as opposed to master. He much preferred to have pain inflicted on him, rather than inflicting it on others. To him there was greater satisfaction in that role. At least there was for him. It was possible to obtain satisfaction in the other role, but that satisfaction was brief, and for the moment only.
Now, as he sat in his seat, he felt the urge to abuse himself in public, as so many people called it. He had not felt that urge in a number of years, and had not done so since he was in high school.
In his early years he would go to the movies and sit in the balcony and masturbate whenever there were any scenes on the screen that were even faintly suggestive. Now he went to the movie houses that specialized in sex films, but he never masturbated, as he would have had he still been in high school.
John was definitely not looking forward to the long day ahead of him at his office. He knew now that he would be spending the night in the city and he wondered if he should bother calling Cindy and telling her. If he didn't show up this evening she would just assume that he had spent the night in the city and think nothing of it.
Also, there was the possibility that she might not even know that he never came home. There had been periods in their lives when they had gone the whole week without seeing one another. He would sleep in his room that week and she would sleep in hers, and she would be out or in her room when he got home, and still in bed when he got up to go to work the next morning.
Not wanting to think about anything right at the moment, John closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep. He was actually still very tired from his session with Linda, and he needed to rest up for his session tonight. As yet, he still wasn't sure what he should do or where he should go.
At the train station he took a cab to his office. He was on time for a change since the train had not been delayed like usual. In his office, his secretary was already there. She was filing her nails and reading one of the latest best sellers. She smiled at him as he walked past her.
Ever since she had started working for him, John had wondered just what type of person she really was. Her name was Ruby Green, she was well built, with long shapely legs, and she was more than just attractive. John wondered to himself why such a girl had chosen to become a secretary and not a model. She certainly had all the assets to become a model, and a high paid one at that.
Well, that wasn't his concern at the moment. He had more important things to consider. Like whether or not he should call Cindy, and what his plans for this evening would consist of. That to him is what he should be thinking of now and not whether or not his secretary was throwing away a career in modeling.
Looking at his watch he noticed that it had been an hour since he had a cup of coffee. He rang for Ruby and asked her to bring him a cup of coffee. She was very prompt as usual, and that was when he first noticed that she was wearing hot pants. They certainly show off the roundness of her ass, he observed.
As she walked out of the office, he watched her swaying backside and immediately got a hard-on. That was just too much. He just had to fuck that girl. And today. How could he have been so blind these past three or so months that she had been here? She was waving it in his face like a flag.
It was obvious to him now just what she had been trying to tell his ever since she had come to work for him. She wanted him to fuck her. There was no doubt about that now, and there never should have been. He could kick himself for not having seen it sooner than this. I must be getting old, he thought bitterly, when I start passing up ass like that.
He called her back into his office and asked her out to dinner that evening. "We'll also go to the theatre," he said, "see what tickets you can get us, okay?"
She had said "yes" right away and then went back out to see about the tickets.
John could hardly sit still. His hardon was beginning to bum, and he could feel it throbbing all ready. It needed comfort and it needed comfort right now. He called Ruby back in his office and told her he needed a blow job right then and there. She seemed to fall in front of his chair instantly.
She was soon tugging on his zipper and pulling out his hard cock. Her mouth and tongue were cool, and she bathed his cock in her saliva. She ran her tongue all over the head of his cock and down the sides. He could feel the chills going through him and his whole body shook all over.
He felt himself about to explode all ready, but he held back. Not yet, he thought, not just yet. I want to make this last as long as possible. I don't want to come just yet. I want to feel myself building up to it for quite awhile yet. That's it. Let me build up slowly.
She also wanted him to last a long time, and she sucked on him slowly, so that he wouldn't come just yet. Her tongue was well versed in what it was now doing to him. She's been doing this all her life, he thought to himself. She's too good at it not to have been doing it all her life.
He sat back in his chair, and just let her do everything, and she did. Willingly. She had the head of his cock in her mouth and she was flicking her tongue against it with increasing speed. Her lips tightened around it and held him in firmly. What soft lips she has, he said to himself. They feel like velvet, Like the most expensive velvet.
There was no holding back at that point. He exploded in her mouth and she caught every last drop of his come as it streamed into her gaping mouth. She swallowed it right down and went back for more. She was hungry for his come and he was glad of that. He wanted her to be hungry for it.
He wanted her to ache for him like he was now aching for her. Still she kept on sucking on him, even after he had shot his whole wad into her. She still wanted more, and she seemed determined to get it. Her sucking kept him hard and he could feel himself building up to another orgasm.
He could feel his cock still throbbing and knew that it would explode again. There was no doubt about that. It would explode again and soon. This time it would be even more than the last time. Much more. His whole body was trembling, both inside and outside. This would be it, he thought. This will be really it.
And it was. He felt the come shooting out of his cock, and it was like a knot was being snapped inside him. It seemed to tear loose and he could feel himself exploding like he never had before. She was even biting him now, and that felt better than her sucking. Keep that up, he thought. Please keep it up.
She had every intention of keeping it up. She was biting into him just as hard as he could. To keep from screaming he bit into the sleeve of his jacket. He bit down real hard, almost tearing the material. He was in agony all ready, and his contorted face showed that.
He could see himself in the mirror on the opposite wall and he watched their reflection. He saw the back of her head, and watched it bob up and down, as she slid her mouth back and forth on his cock. She was now scraping her teeth back and forth on his cock.
That felt just as good to him as her biting. In a way it even felt better. This way, all parts of his cock were being subjected to the same torture. He liked that a lot better and responded to her by pushing his cock in and out of her mouth so that her teeth bore down into him harder.
Finally he came a third time, and that was it. He sat in his chair, completely limp now and unable to move. Ruby got to her feet and stood there looking down at him. Then she leaned over and kissed him full on the mouth. She pushed some of his come into his mouth with her tongue and he swallowed it. It tasted good. Really good.
That afternoon they went to lunch and Ruby told him all about herself and her home life. She gave him a complete history of her life, telling him everything that he might possibly want to know. She started when she was twelve and told him everything that had happened to her up to the present day.
"I guess you could say, we lived in the ghetto area," she began by telling him. "My father could never hold down a job for very long and my mother was too lazy for work. Besides, she was always pregnant. I had three older brothers, one older sister, and two younger brothers. There were seven of us in all, and we were anything but quiet.
"I remember seeing my parents fuck when I was just ten. I had been hearing diem all my life, only I never knew what all the noise was about. Finally my older brother hid with me in the closet in their room and we watched together that night. He told me what they were doing and everything.
"He was fourteen at the time, and while we were watching he made me jerk him off. I didn't know what to do, but he told me, and I guess I did it all right because he came all over my hand and everything. I can remember how warm his come felt and how sticky and how much I liked it.
"I really did like it too. I liked the warmth of it more than anything else. I began licking my hand all over and I found that I liked the taste of it too. It was bitter and sweet at the same time. It wasn't long before I was blowing him and the rest of my brothers.
"Yes, I really liked sucking cock, and I sucked it as often as I could. I wasn't just sucking off my brothers then, I was sucking off some guys who lived in our building and the boys I went to school with. I think I sucked cock until I was thirteen before I was fucked for the first time.
"That was really something, the first time I got fucked. It was this real super stud who lived near us, and he just grabbed me one day when I was coming home from school and took me down in the basement of this apartment house, and really put it to me. He had a real huge cock, and first he sucked out my cunt, and then he shoved his pole right into me.
"He shoved it in real hard, and I loved the way it made me feel. It just sent tremors all through me, and I felt it for days afterward. I really did. I felt it for the longest afterwards. After that, I let him fuck me everyday. That went on until he got drafted into the army, and I had to find someone else.
"I think I was sixteen when I first beat someone with a whip. That's when I was getting out more and meeting people. I met this rich guy who lived on the other side of the city in a real expensive town house, and he had me over one day for supper. Afterwards he took me up to this special room that he had.
"In that room, on the wall, were all kinds of whips and chains. He made me put on this leather outfit, and then he made me use this whip on him. At first I didn't want to, but eventually I found that I liked whipping him.. I really did. Once I got started I found that I loved it.
"What made it real good was the power it gave me over this man, or any other man that I beat after that. I went back to his place lots of times, and every time I would wear a different outfit and use a different whip and chain on him. I would beat him senseless almost.
"I never beat him so that he passed out because that would have ruined it. He wanted to feel the pain, and if he had passed out, he never would have felt it. He had to be awake enough so that he could feel everything that I was doing to him. And I made damn sure that he was.
"I still go over and see this man, even now. I'm twenty now so that means it's been four years since I've been doing this. I have my own apartment, but you'll see that later on. I'm sure you'll like my place. I have whips and chains now, and a lot of different outfits that I wear.
"You see, I've know about you a long time now, In fact, from the moment I started to work for you, I knew what you were. I'm surprised that you didn't guess what I was, most masochists do. They come up to me on the street and ask me if they can be beaten by me.
"I really like it when they get down on their hands and knees and actually beg for it. And I make them beg a long time before I give them what they want. It's when they beg that I get my biggest thrill. It's the begging that turns me on most of all. When I really get turned on by their begging, that's when I finally beat them. Not until.
"I'm telling you all this so you'll now how I work. I always like my victims to know what I expect of them so they'll know what they can expect from me. I give you everything you could want, but first you have to give me everything that I want. It works both ways, you know.
"After all, if I don't get what I want, why should I give you what you want? It has to be a mutual thing at all times. If it isn't what good is it? It's no good at all. That's why I tell you now what I'm going to demand later on. That way you won't disappoint me, and if you don't disappoint me, I won't disappoint you either, you can be sure of it.
"I've had lots of men in my day who disappointed me, and I've had to disappoint them in return. But when they realize that I'm not going to do anything, most of them beg all the harder then. That's when they really turn on the tears, and they mean it. Boy do they mean it.
"I've had some who have gone into hysterics that I didn't believe. Naturally I just laugh at them, which is what they want anyway. They don't want pity. Not a one of them wants pity. They all want scorn and ridicule. The more scorn the better. That's what they live on.
"And I give them plenty of scorn. When I get through with them, they feel as if they've been through a ringer. I drain them of everything they have. I don't believe in going halfway and I don't I never go halfway with any of them if they co-operate with me first."
They finished lunch, and instead of going back to the office, they went right to her apartment. From the minute they stepped inside, John was impressed by the way the apartment looked. It was a regular torture chamber out of the middle ages. All over the walls were whips and chains.
Ruby showed him the closet where she kept all of her leather outfits, and she had quite a few of them. John thought that he counted twenty in all. They were all different colors too, and John picked out a red one that he wanted her to wear right then with a pair of black boots to go with them. It turned out that she had just as many boots as she did outfits.
John was definitely impressed by all that he saw, and he couldn't wait until she used one of her whips on him. Ruby took her time undressing, and John watched every move that she made. First she took off her blouse. She didn't wear a bra so there was one less piece that she had to remove.
Then she sat down and commanded him to remove her boots. As he was taking off the one boot she kicked him as hard as she could in the groin. He went sprawling on the floor.
"GET UP YOU MISERABLE PIG!" she yelled at him, and he jumped to his feet immediately.
He took off her other boot, and she spit in his face. She pushed him aside and then got to her feet. She then removed her hot pants, her panty hose, and her panties. She was completely naked now, and she just stood in front of him daring him to touch her.
He reached out his hand and she slapped it away. "You can look, but you can't touch any of it," she said, her voice changing from its usual gentle tone to a very harsh tone. She was changing right before his eyes from the gentle creature that she seemed to be into a beast.
"You're just dying to get your dirty hands on my boobs, aren't you?" she asked, and then broke out into a wild roaring laughter. "Well, you aren't even going to get the chance to get your hands on my jugs. Not now, not ever. You can look all you want, but you aren't ever going to touch them."
With that she began rubbing her tits with her hands, cupping them and squeezing the nipples between her fingers. He could tell that she was squeezing them real hard, but it apparently didn't bother her. Pain meant nothing to her. She came very close to him and just when she was about to push her breast in his face, she pulled back at the last second. This seemed to throw him off his balance because he had leaned forward to get at her; and now he fell to the floor, landing flat on his face. He lay there not making a sound and then he felt her climbing up on his back and just standing there. Then she jumped up and down on his back.
He didn't utter a sound the whole time, and then she got off him. He felt something was missing then he asked her to get back on. Instead she went over to her closet and began to take out another leather outfit, a different one from the one he had asked her to wear.
"Please wear the red one," he begged.
"Please."
"Prove yourself worthy," she said, "and then I will wear the red one. But not until."
"How can I prove myself worthy?" he asked.
"Lick the floor with your tongue. Lick the entire floor with your tongue."
The floor was a hard wood, and he began to run his tongue over it. He was up on all fours now and he crawled around the room licking the floor as best he could. She stood by her closet laughing at him just as loudly as she could. She was laughing so hard that she had to sit down.
She kept on laughing until he had finished licking the floor and then she made him crawl over to her and kiss her feet which he gladly did. He kissed each toe individually and then he kissed the bottoms of her feet. As he was doing this she pushed her foot into his face and knocked him over.
Still she wouldn't put on the red leather outfit that he wanted and was about to put on another one when he began pleading with her at the top of his lungs. He was lying on the floor crying hysterically. He was pounding his fists into the floor and yelling out just as loud as he possibly could.
"SHUT UP!" she commanded him, and he did.
Then she told him that she wanted him to punch himself in the groin just as hard as he could and to keep punching himself until she told him he could stop. He did just as he was told and began to punch himself in the groin.
He punched himself just as hard as he could, and the pain that went through his body every time that he did that was almost too much for him to bear. He cried out again and again, and every time he did that only made her laugh all the more. He loved the sound of her laughter though, and this only made him punch himself even harder.
He was punching himself so hard that he eventually made himself bleed. He could feel the warm blood filling his jockey shorts and he felt a sudden wave of weakness, as if he was going to faint. He didn't though and he kept on with his self-punishment.
It was getting to be more than he could stand. Finally she told him he could stop, but at that point he didn't really want to. Knowing that, she definitely wanted him to stop. Then she told him to get undressed and he did. He took off all his clothes just as fast as he could.
Then she told him to lie flat on the floor and to kiss it which he did willingly. She told him to keep kissing it until she told him to stop. By then she had put on the red leather outfit and the black boots.
She took a whip off the wall and walked over to where he was lying down and stood beside him. Then she lifted up her foot and brought it down hard on his ass. She did that over and over, and then she just left her foot resting on his ass.
"Do you want more?" she then asked.
"Yes," he cried, "I want more. Much more."
"How do you ask?" she demanded.
"Please," he begged. "Please!"
"Please what?"
"Please hurt me."
That only made her laugh some more and then she began to kick him in the thighs. She kicked him over and over, digging her foot into his flesh, and tearing out large chunks of it. He was bleeding already, and she was seeing to it that she made him bleed some more.
Suddenly though, she stopped kicking him and walked to the other side of the room. She picked up a ball and threw it at him as hard as she could. It hit him in the side and he felt the pain go all through him. She could see that it had hurt him and she picked up another ball and did the same thing.
She did this over and over again until she was bored with it. Then she decided that she would do something else. That's when she picked up the flat board that was leaning against the wall and began beating him over his backside with it. She tired of that very quickly and threw it away.
"You my friend," she then said, "are in for something very special. I don't intend to treat you to just the usual tortures. No, that would be too ordinary. I'm going to give you something you won't soon forget. Something that will make you come back for more and that will keep you coming back for more. You won't be able to live without it."
CHAPTER FOUR
She lifted him to his feet and pushed him towards the wall. Then she cracked the whip at his middle and repeated that over and over. Each time the whip just barely touched him. It didn't completely hit him like he wanted it to. She knew this, and she kept it up.
By not really hitting him with the whip, she was hurting him even more than she would have had she actually hit him. He begged her to hit him harder, but she just laughed at him, and kept up what she was doing instead.
"You'll have to beg a lot more than you are now, if you want me to really beat you," she said.
He was on his hands and knees now begging her at the top of his lungs. Still she only cracked the whip just in front of him so that he would just feel it, but not completely. Finally he reached out for the whip and it wrapped around both his hands.
That enraged her and she pulled back on the whip, thus pulling him flat on his feet. He was still holding onto the whip and she yelled at him to let go. He wouldn't though. He held on with all his might. She went over to where he was lying down and began kicking him just as hard as she could.
Finally he let go of the whip, and she used it on him full force until she realized that he had goaded her into this. That meant that he really had the power over her, and not the other way around. She stopped immediately and t n sat n the couch. She would not play this game his way. She was in control and the sooner he realized that, the better.
John lay on the floor more stunned by her stopping than he had been by her whipping. He lay there not knowing what to do now. The tears were running down his cheeks and onto the floor. Finally he got up on his knees and crawled over to where she was sitting.
There was much emphasis in his voice as he asked her to please continue. She ignored him completely. He bent down and began kissing her boots. He licked them all over and even licked the bottoms and especially the heels. Ruby refused to budge or to say a word to him. She sat there like a piece of stone.
John continued to lick her boots with his tongue, going over each boot twice, and then a third time. He did it so that he hurt his tongue, and when she realized that he was doing that she pus led him away so that he went sprawling on the floor again. Then she got up and went into another room.
John got up and ran after her. It was too late though. She had locked the door on him. He pounded on the door begging her to come out, but she wouldn't. Not just yet anyway. He got down on his hands and knees and told her that that's where he was. Still she didn't come back out.
He began to pound his fists against the door, all the time pleading with her to come out. When that didn't work he told her he would kill himself if she didn't come out. Still she didn't respond. There wasn't a sound coming from her side of the door. He thought he could hear her breathing but that was all.
Then he heard her. "You know what I'm doing?" she asked. "I'm fingering myself. Yes, that's what I'm doing, I'm fingering myself. I've got my big finger up my cunt and I'm really working it in there. I'm working it in just as hard as I can. You should see me. I'm really turning myself on this way.
"Don't you wish you had your finger up my cunt? Better still, don't you wish you had your cock up my cunt? Don't you wish you were fucking me right now? You'd really love that, wouldn't you? You'd love to really be getting at me, wouldn't you? I can just see you now. I really can.
"There you are lying on top of me, grunting away like a pig, really trying to get your rocks off good. Yes, that's just what you're doing isn't it? You're humping away like a madman, and you're trying to get me good. You got a hard-on a mile long and you've got every inch of it in me, haven't you?
"I'll bet you can feel yourself in me, can't you? You can feel yourself into the hilt, can't you? My soft juicy cunt all around your cock, holding it in just as tight as I can, making it sticky with my come. Yes, that's what I'm doing, isn't it? I'm making you all sticky from my come, and you're getting ready to explode, and now you are exploding.
"That's it, you are exploding. Your hard throbbing cock is exploding inside me and you think you're going to burst wide open. You really think you're going to burst wide open. That's it, you are bursting now. And so am I. I'm bursting right now. My come is pouring out of me like a storm. What about you? Are you coming yet? Are you?"
Right then he thought he could smell her come right through the door. That made him pound on the door even harder and made him cry out even louder than he had been. He was crying out at the top of his lungs now, and the tears were pouring down his cheek like a flood.
He was in absolute agony now and there was nothing he could do about it. He was squirming all over the floor, beating his fists into his chest, still crying out, the tears still running down his cheeks. He could feel the pain swelling up inside him and he wanted to die.
The door opened right then and Ruby stepped back into the room. There was a smile on her face. She still had the whip in her hand and she began to use it on him. She used it on him just as hard as she could. She used it on him until she had beaten him senseless.
Then she dragged him into the bathroom, put him in the shower and turned on the cold water. That brought him to and then she turned on the hot water. She kept alternating between the hot water and the cold water. Then she dragged him out of the shower by his hair.
He was soaking wet. The blood ran down the entire length of his body and he was shivering and feeling hot at the same time. She pushed him out of the bathroom and back into the other room. There she made him lie down on his back while she lay down on top of him. She began rubbing her leather covered crotch against his cock and really rub against him hard so that it would hurt.
He really felt it now, and that made her rub against him all the harder. She kept it up until he finally came and then, even then, she kept on until she had made him come a second time. When she got up off him, the front of her leather outfit was covered with his come.
She made him get up on his hands and knees and lick it all off her. She made him lick her whole outfit after that and then she made him lick her boots again. He did everything she said, and he did it twice to make sure she was pleased. She had him now, and they both knew it.
Whatever she wanted him to do, he would do. He was at her beck and call. Her will was his command. She told him to beat his fist into the wall and he did. Then she told him to bang his head against the wall, and he did. The next thing she told him to do was to scratch himself with his nails, and he did.
His whole body was racked by pain. At that point she told him to sit in the middle of the floor and not move. He did so, but this was harder for him to do than anything else. He really wanted to do something at that point, but she wouldn't let him. She began to walk around him in circles.
She meant to see to it that he didn't do anything. Absolutely nothing at all. She cracked her whip over his head, but didn't let it touch him. Every time she made a complete circle around him she would crack the whip over his head. She did this over and over until it bored her.
The next thing she did was to tie his hands behind his back so tightly that circulation in his hands was cut off. She did the same thing to his ankles. Then she began rolling him across the floor with her foot. She would kick out at him and make him roll over.
This also bored her after a while, and she untied him. She then went after him again with the whip. She did this until all her strength was gone. She dropped the whip and collapsed on the couch. John just lay on the floor unable to move, and eventually he fell asleep.
She was still awake, but just barely. Finally she too fell asleep. She was the first one to wake up though. It was time to get ready to go to the theatre. She woke him and then treated his wounds. They both got dressed, and then they went out on the street and hailed a cab.
A few minutes later they were getting out in front of the theatre. The play was about a man who cheats on his wife with another woman, and was very amusing. They both laughed at it. Afterwards they went to a restaurant and had a late dinner. Then they went to a night club and began to drink. That was when he told her about how he wanted a couple to move into his town.
"Not just any couple mind you. These people have to be special," he said. "First of all they both have to be sadists. They have to be willing to take one whoever wants them, and everyone in the town will want them. Everyone that I know that is. We'll pay them well, and get them a house and everything. You don't happen to know anyone do you? Maybe you know a man that would join you, and the two of you could do it?"
"That's not for me," Ruby replied. "I want to stay right where I am and continue as I've been doing. I don't want to do this thing. But I think I know someone who might be willing to do it for you. Wait here while I call them."
Ruby got up and left the table to find a pay phone. John sat there nursing his drink and puffing heavily on a cigarette. He hoped that she really did know someone who would be willing to do everything that he said. He thought about Richard then. I wonder if he's looking around for anyone?
John doubted that. Richard wasn't the type to do anything. He would talk about doing something, but he would never do it. I'm sure he's leaving it all up to me, just like the rest of them. They expect me to do everything. Well, if I do all the work, I'm going to have the most fun.
Ruby was gone quite a while, and John began to get nervous. Did she walk out on me? Did she just leave without saying so? He wouldn't have been surprised if she had done that. He wouldn't have been surprised at all. Nothing she'd ever do now would ever surprise him.
He had smoked three cigarettes and had another drink by the time she finally got back from making her phone call.
"They said to come right over," she said, a broad smile on her face. "They sounded very interested in the idea and want to talk about it more with you."
"What took you so long?" he then demanded.
She broke out at laughing at that. "I had to tell them all about you. How you were my boss and everything and how I had just done a job on you. Jane-that's the wife-she wanted to know every last detail, and so I told her. That's why it took so long. Otherwise I would have been back sooner."
John paid the check and they went out and hailed another taxi. Ruby gave the driver the address and then settled back in the seat next to him. On the way up they necked furiously, their tongues probing deep into each other's mouths. John tipped the driver generously when they got out.
Ruby's friends, Frank and Jane Wilson, lived way uptown in a rather poor section. On the way up to the apartment, Ruby told him that she had known them ever since she was a kid, and that she and Frank used to sleep together and that they still did once in a while.
The couple lived on the fifth floor and there was no elevator in the building, so they had to walk up all the flights of stairs. They were both winded when they got to the fifth floor finally. Ruby knocked on the door and Jane answered it in just her panties. As they walked in they saw Frank in just his jockey shorts.
The two women embraced while the two men looked on. When they separated Jane came over to him and looked him over very carefully. It was as if she were inspecting a new car or buying vegetables in a grocery store. She even squeezed him like she might a tomato.
Finally Frank looked up and said, "Tell us what the deal is."
"Well," John began, "it's very simple really. You will move into our community in a house that we will provide for you, and we will support you as long as you want to stay with us. The only thing you will have to do in return is to perform acts of torture on those of us who like that sort of thing."
"That sounds okay with me," Frank said.
"It sounds okay to me, too," Jane said, "when do we start?"
"As soon as you can move up there," John said.
Frank and Jane looked at each other and then Frank said, "How about tomorrow?"
John agreed that that was fine with him. Frank then got up and got them all a beer. John sat on the couch between Jane and Ruby and the three of them began talking about their sex lives. John and Ruby both let Jane do all the talking, since she seemed the most anxious of the three of them.
"Ruby here knows all about me," Jane began. "She's known me ever since I was just a kid, and she was just a kid. All that time we ain't never had any sex with each other, although I think we've both wanted to from time to time. Well, I'm sure we will someday, although I'm not sure when.
"Anyway, that's not what I wanted to talk about. I wanted to tell you about Frank and me. We have the most different sex life of any two married people I know. Sure we fuck and all that, but we do other things as well. Like we beat each other. That's one thing we do best.
"We really rip into each other, too. Don't ever think that we don't. Sometimes we just have fist fights, but other times we use the whips and the chains. I really like it when I tear his flesh open, and he likes it when he tears my flesh open. That's what turns us both on the most."
Frank brought out the beers at that point and gave one to each of them. He then sat down on the floor in front of Ruby and let her run her fingers through his hairs. Seeing this, Jane began to run her fingers through John's hair, and then down his face and over his chest.
John liked the feel of her soft hands on his face. He then felt her opening his shirt and putting her hands in on his bare chest. They squeezed his nipples, and ran down to his bell button and began playing with it. They knew just where and how to touch him.
When he went to touch her, she slapped his hand away. "Not yet," she said, and then went on touching him. Finally she yanked down his fly and pulled out his cock. She just looked at it for the longest time. Then she leaned over and began sucking on it. Her mouth was cool and she dripped her cool saliva all over his already hot. cock.
He responded the way she knew he would, and she took the head of his cock in her mouth, and really worked on it, flicking her tongue at it, and then trying to get it in the small crack. John could feel his cock throbbing already and he could feel the burning sensation that she was causing to go all through him.
Pretty soon she was just licking one side of his cock and Ruby was licking on the other. Both of their tongues were all over him now, running up and down the length of his cock, and meeting at the head of his cock. They kept that up for the longest time, inflaming him even more than he was.
That's when he saw Frank reach under Ruby's dress and pull down her panties. Then he buried his face between her legs and began sucking her out. Ruby responded by sucking on John's cock all the harder. While he was sucking on her pussy, Frank reached up and grabbed hold of both Ruby's heaving tits; taking them in his hands and squeezing as hard as he could.
John had never had two females suck him off at the same time and he was finding that he liked it. He liked it a lot. He never wanted them to stop. He wanted their tongues on him always. He could feel though that he was about to come, and he didn't want to come just yet.
He wanted to hold out just a little longer. Maybe even a lot longer. They seemed to sense that and they began to slow down, and yet not let up on the pressure that they were exerting with their tongues. The waves still went through him and he could feel himself building inside.
He was really building up now, and his wad was getting bigger and bigger. He could feel it bulging out his cock and he knew that when it came, it would just surge out of him. He just knew that's what would happen. And they knew it too, because they began sucking on him even harder now.
Jane had the head of his cock in her mouth and Ruby was sucking on the lower part of his cock. Then they switched off and Ruby was sucking on the head of his cock, and Jane was sucking on the lower part of his cock. They kept doing that until his come exploded in Jane's mouth.
Some of his come ran down his cock and Ruby licked up all that didn't go into Jane's mouth. Then Jane pulled away and Ruby took the head of John's cock in her mouth and drained out the rest of his come. Frank had worked her to the point of orgasm and she was coming in his mouth. She felt his tongue digging inside her cunt and really scooping out her sex juices.
Ruby was in convulsions almost. Just then Frank lifted her off the couch and carried her towards the bedroom. He had her up on his shoulders with his head still buried between her legs. They went right into the bedroom and fell on the bed. Ruby raised her legs on his shoulders and wrapped them around his neck.
She had his head pressed right into her pussy, and his tongue going into her just as deep as it could. He was stirring up the sex juices that were already there, and he was building her up to make her come some more. She could feel herself burning up inside, and she wanted to stay that way.
John and Jane were now lying in a sixty-nine position on the couch. They had taken off all their clothes and were completely naked. Jane was well on top of him, his cock firmly in her mouth. At the same time she was pressing her pussy into his face just as hard as she could.
He began working on her asshole as well, darting his tongue back and forth between her pussy and her asshole. That's when she sat up on his face and began bouncing up and down. She did it so that she would be sure and hurt him in the process. She even began pounding on his chest.
John felt the pain that was spreading from his chest to the other parts of his body. He couldn't believe how good it felt. At the same time his tongue was deep inside her. He was really stirring her up inside and he felt her hot, sticky sex juices pouring down all over his mouth and chin.
He began sucking real hard on her cunt lips, and then he bit into her just as hard as he could. He bit into her so hard that she screamed out at the top of her lungs. He thought that she would bring the rest of the building down on them, but she didn't. Either no one heard her, or they just didn't care if they did.
She was really bouncing up and down on his face now, trying to drive her pussy as far into his mouth as she possibly could. At the same time she was now pounding her fists into his groin, and hitting him there harder than she had hit him on the chest. He responded by biting her even harder than he had been. They were both causing the other pain.
John could feel Jane coming again, and he tried to swallow all the come that poured out of her gaping pussy. Mixed with her come was the blood that poured out of the cuts that he had made with his teeth. He drank them both down greedily and went back for more.
Jane felt herself collapsing internally and she fell forward on John, letting her head fall between his legs. She didn't suck on his cock this time though. Instead she began biting his balls and then scraping her teeth up the length of his cock until she was then biting into the head of his cock.
The scream that they made more than matched the screams that were coming from the bedroom. Frank had put on an extra large dildo and he was now fucking Ruby in the ass; he had the whole dildo in her and was working it in her as hard as he could. Ruby was screaming just as loud as Jane and John put together.
They all seemed to stop at the same time however. First Jane and John and then Ruby. The apartment was perfectly still for the longest time. Jane and John were lying in a heap on the couch in the living room and Ruby and Frank were lying in a heap on the bed in the bedroom.
Both couples were now subdued somewhat. It was as if they had been drained of all their energy, which was far from being the case. They were merely catching their breaths. Leaving Ruby in the bedroom, Frank went back into the living room. He lifted Jane off of John and whispered something in her ear. The two went off to another room together.
Lying on the couch, almost passed out, but not quite, John watched them walk off together. He wondered just what they were up to and what they had planned for him now. It was obvious that they had something in mind for him. It was obvious from their manner.
That was one thing John could always tell about people. He could always tell when they were thinking about him. He could read it in their eyes. Most of the time he was right too, and he soon found out that he was right in this case also. Frank and Jane returned to the room, both of them dressed in black leather outfits with high black boots on.
They pulled him off the couch and sat him up in a chair. They tied his hands behind the back of the chair and they tied his ankles to the chair. He sat there perfectly still. Jane then went and got a box and brought it to where they were. She opened it and both she and Frank reached inside and began pulling out pins.
They would each pull out a pin and then they would stick it into John's body. They used every pin in the box. Every time a pin went into him John let out a scream. That's when Frank took a handkerchief out of his pocket, pissed on it, and gagged John's mouth with it.
The smell of the urine was almost enough to make John pass out. The taste of it in his mouth was another matter. He had never tasted human urine before-or any other kind for that matter-and he felt as if he were going to vomit. They continued to stick the pins into him all the while.
It seemed as if Jane was getting the greatest pleasure out of sticking the pins into him, but then Frank seemed to be enjoying it just as much. John really couldn't tell which of the two was enjoying it the most. Maybe they were both enjoying it just as much.
Whichever it was, though, at this point it didn't matter. Each time a pin went in him, the pain went throughout his body. They were each sticking a pin into him at the same time, and that merely doubled the pain that he felt. Finally they had all the pins in him, and now they were lighting matches under the pins, and making them red-hot.
He felt as if his body was a mass of fire. He felt himself burning, as if he were being burned at the stake. And right now that was exactly how he felt. They eventually heated every pin that was sticking into his body, and then kept reheating them.
He had pins sticking in his chest, in his back, in his thighs, in his legs, in the bottoms of his feet, and in his arms and shoulders. Each time one was heated, the pain became more than he could bear. He bit down hard into the gag, otherwise he would have been screaming so loud that the whole neighborhood would have heard him.
As it was his cries were muffled, and Frank and Jane could barely hear them. They could see the tears that were rolling down his cheeks however, and that only made them laugh. They were in hysterics almost.
John knew that this was just the couple that they needed. All his friends would just love them. In the meantime, John could feel his pain increasing steadily. They were making sure of it as best they could. When they stopped heating the pins they took his chair and lifted it up into the air and then dropped it on the floor.
They did this over and over and then they finally tipped it over so that it was lying on its back. John stared up at the ceiling and couldn't see where they were at all. They were still beside him, but he didn't know that. Not until they began kicking the chair back and forth between them.
Each would push it towards the other with the bottom part of his boot. John felt as if he was on a pool table and he was a cue ball that was being thrown back and forth between two players, neither of which wanted him. They kept sliding him back and forth between them for the longest time.
Then he heard Ruby's voice. It seemed to be right over him but he couldn't see her and he couldn't make her out. Then he heard footsteps, and then all the lights went out and he was all alone. He couldn't get the chair upright and he didn't want to lie on his side.
He could just lie there, still tied to the chair, and feel how helpless he was. What would he do now? What would they do now? Were they just going to leave him there for the rest of his life? That thought crossed his mind, and he was suddenly scared. So scared that he began to cry again.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was about two hours later when they came back and finally untied John. By then he had become almost hysterical. He was more convinced than ever that Frank and Jane were just what he and his friends were looking for. He tried to convince Ruby to come along but she insisted that she liked her life the way it was.
John told Frank and Jane that he would be back to get them the next day and he and Ruby returned to her apartment where they went right to sleep. A few hours later they had to get up again to go to the office. Neither one of them wanted to go in, but finally they forced themselves to do it.
John's immediate supervisor was upset that John and Ruby had both taken the afternoon off, but being the philandering sort himself he was pleased when John told him why they had taken the afternoon off.
"So you're getting in the cunt's pants are you?" he said, winking at John. "That's good. A man should always fuck his secretary at least once a day. I fuck mine whenever I can. Makes them work harder because they know they have something to work for. They know that at the end of the day, they're going to get more than a cup of coffee."
All the morning long, John made phone calls to his various friends who had been at his party on Saturday who had agreed to support the new couple. The first person he called was Richard. Richard's office was right up the street and they agreed to meet for lunch. John only made brief phone calls to the other persons on his list and found that they were all excited.
John met Richard at a small restaurant that was noted for its junior executive lunches. They sat at a table tucked away in a comer where no one could overhear their conversation.
"I met them through my secretary," John began. "They're a married couple, and they're willing to start right now."
"Where are they going to live?" Richard asked.
"I already took care of that," John replied. "I called that real estate agent who got us our houses. I always knew he was secretly a masochist. He has a house right on the outskirts of town that would be just perfect. He's willing to provide it for nothing."
"Did you call anyone else?" Richard then asked.
"I called everyone else," John answered. "They're all willing to chip in their share. They can hardly wait to get started, so I figured we'd have our first party this Friday. This way everyone will get to meet them."
"That's a good idea," Richard agreed.
"Wait till you meet them," John went on, "you'll love them. And wait till they've worked you over some, you'll love them even more."
"I can hardly wait."
For the rest of the week, John continued to make plans for the big Friday night party. The party would be at the new couple's house, and the whole house had to be set up for the occasion. In a couple of days the tiny, ordinary looking house was transformed into a regular torture chamber.
Frank and Jane concentrated on the garage. To them, that was to be their main "work room." There was just something about it that they liked. In the basement they decided to put their rack, if they should ever get one. John said, he would see what he could do about that.
John and Cindy were both so excited about the upcoming party that they were sleeping together again, and even having sex. The first day that John told her about it, Cindy had gone into convulsions. She could already feel the whips across her body. She could feel the delicious pain, as she put it.
"I can just see it now," she said. "I'll bet they're real terrors. I'll bet they just love to see blood and lots of it. From what you've told me, they're more than just sadists, they're beasts, real animals almost. Yes, they are just what we need and have always needed."
She looked at him for a moment, and then she said, "You and I are the ones who really need this. Even more so than the others. Our needs are much greater than theirs. To them, all this is a game. It's much more than that to us. It's never been a game to us. Never."
John had to agree to that. It had never been a game to either of them, and by Thursday evening, that became even more apparent. Both of them were well prepared by th en, and the thought of having to wait another whole day was almost unbearable. They almost didn't think that they would make it.
All day Friday, John sat in his office playing with a pencil. He was so nervous that that was the most he could do. He was beginning to feel like a virgin waiting for her wedding night. It wasn't as if this was the first time for him, it was one of many times, but that didn't stop him from being nervous.
It might as well be the first time, he said to himself. All day Friday, he had called Cindy to ask her how she was coming along. She was just as nervous as he was. Then he called Richard who was doing his best to be calm. John could tell that Richard was on a nervous wreck.
Cindy made her share of phone calls that day, and she and Linda had one of the longest conversations that they had ever had since they had known one another.
"I met them," Cindy said, "and they both look like animals, and they act the same way."
"Yes," Linda said, "that's what Richard said about them."
"I'm sure they'll be just what we want," Cindy went on. "John said that they're willing to do anything we want. He told me all about what they did to him. It's hard to believe that people can be like that, but I guess they are. I'm certainly glad that we found them before anyone else did.
"I want to have them really beat me. I want to be tied up and punctured! I want hell, baby!"
"Richard tells me they have a whole collection of whips and chains," Cindy then said. "I can't wait to have them use them on me. Can't you just feel those whips tearing into your skin now? It gives me goose bumps just to think about it. There's noting I like more than the feel of a whip on my bare skin. Nothing at all."
"I know just what you mean," Cindy said. "I remember this one guy I used to know. He was over six feet tall and he weighed about two hundred and something. He used to have a cat-o'-nine-tails, and when he used that thing on me, I could feel it days later."
"I know what you mean," Linda joined in. "I knew a guy that was like that. He really tore into me with a whip that he had and I think I can still feel it to this day. I still have some of the scars, that's for sure. He wanted to make sure that I remembered him always, and I'm sure I will."
"The best part about this whole thing," Cindy said, going back to the original topic, "is that we can go over any time of the day if we want. All we have to do is go over and tell them we want it, and they have to give us whatever we ask for. They are here to serve us."
"I have a feeling that once they've been here a while," Linda offered, "that they won't be like that. I have a feeling that they'll just take over, and we'll end up being their slaves. I mean, how many sadists allow themselves to be bossed around by any masochist?"
"I never thought of that," Cindy added.
"I don't think anyone else has," Linda continued. "I know John and Richard haven't. They seem to think that this couple are like a pair of pet puppies. Well, I haven't met them yet, but I'm sure they're anything but that."
"I guess that's how I thought about them too."
"Well," Linda went on, "I've wanted to think about them that way myself, but all of a sudden, I have this feeling, that's not the realistic way to look at the situation. I mean, I don't know of any cases like ours, but if I did, I'd look into them, and see what happened."
"I wonder if we could find out. Do you think so?" Cindy asked.
"It would be hard," Linda agreed, "and I'm not even sure how we would go about it. I mean, who do you ask about that sort of thing? It's not something you can find in a library, and not something that people are willing to talk about."
"Well, I can see your point there," Cindy said. "I don't suppose any of us will go around broadcasting the fact. I mean, it's not as if the whole town were in on it, because they're not. There's only about forty of us. Maybe fifty in all. I certainly wouldn't want some people in this town to find out."
"I know what you mean," Linda added. "They wouldn't go for it at all. They'd probably have us all arrested and thrown in jail or something. I mean, some of these people are pretty weird, and there's no telling what they might do. I know, I certainly don't want to find out."
The two females talked on for another hour, and as soon as Cindy had hung up, the phone was ringing and it was John again. "Why don't you go out there, and see what they're up to. Maybe help them get ready. I'm leaving early tonight, and I'm going straight out there."
Cindy was more than willing to go out and see the new couple all by herself. She finished dressing-she had been walking around the house in just her panties all day-and went out to the garage and got into her car. She turned the ignition key, put the car in reverse, and stepped on the gas.
She was on her way. On the way over she stopped off and got Linda. She wasn't sure why she did that, but she suddenly felt like it, so she did. The two females were quiet the whole way over. All of a sudden they couldn't think of anything to say to one another.
The house was just outside the city limits and it was a typical suburban looking house. When Cindy pulled her car into the driveway she thought she heard some activity in the garage. Both she and Linda got out of the car and walked towards the garage. The garage door was closed and they had to open it.
Inside, Frank and Jane were trying out their whips on a dummy they had tied to a stake in the middle of the garage. The dummy was, almost tom to shreds, but still they went after it, lashing out at it harder and harder. They didn't even stop to see who had just come into the garage. It was as if they didn't really care.
Cindy watched with fascination as she observed how the whips were cutting into the dummy. She could almost feel them cutting into her, and she could just imagine how they must feel. She hadn't been whipped since Monday when Mildred and Rita had been over. But Mildred wasn't a real sadist, and Cindy wanted to be beaten by a real sadist.
Linda was watching with the same fascination that Cindy was. She too could almost feel the whips on her bare skin. I wish I was that dummy, Linda thought to herself. I really wish I was. I'd let them know what I was feeling. That dummy can't. It can't feel a thing. What a waste.
Finally Frank and Jane both turned around and faced Cindy and Linda. The four people just looked at each other. Frank looked from Jane to Cindy to Linda and then back at Jane. They're both prettier than she is, he thought, and I'll bet they'd just love me to use this thing on them right now.
A smile came across Frank's face. I wicked smile. Maybe I should use this thing on them right now. It's what they came for, obviously. Just look at their drooling mouths. They can hardly wait to feel my whip on their asses. I can see it in their eyes and the way they stand.
Frank slapped his whip in the air and then lashed out at Cindy first. Seeing what he was doing, Jane lashed out at Linda. They both tore into the two females with all their might, knocking them to the garage floor and going after them like the savage beasts they were.
Cindy was curled up into a ball, her favorite position. She felt the whip on her bare legs, and then up on her thighs, which were covered by her miniskirt. Her skirt had risen way up, though, and much of her thighs were exposed. The whip caught her there as well.
Linda lay in a similar position. She had on a pair of hot pants, and they were short enough so that enough of her legs were exposed to Jane's whip that came down on her just as hard as Jane could make it come down. Finally, after they'd been doing it a while, Frank looked at Jane and winked, and they both stopped. They just stood there looking down at the two females.
"I've seen you before," Frank said to Cindy. "You're married to that John cat, the one who got us here in the first place."
Cindy got to her feet. "That's right."
"I guess you two don't have much sex together since you both want the same thing," he went on.
"We fuck once in a while," Cindy said.
"Well, you gotta do something, don't you?" Frank went on. "Me and Jane really tear into each other with these things. Of course we don't get the same thrill out of being beaten that you do. We like to do the beating."
"I've beaten a few people myself," Cindy began. "I like it somewhat. But it's true, I like to be the one that's being beaten. I'd rather have someone whip me, than whip someone else. That's not my style at all. That's why we got you people here in the first place."
"Yes, I can see that," Jane said. "You need us. Otherwise you'd have to beat each other, and none of you are really up for that sort of thing, although I'm sure you've all done it when you've had to. Well, we understand that. We know that some people have to do one thing, and some people another. That's the way we're built inside, and nothing can change that."
Cindy and Jane were looking right at each other now. Their eyes seemed to be drawn to one another, and that's where they stayed. There was a definite attraction there, and they both recognized it immediately. First Rita, and now this one, Cindy thought to herself.
For the rest of the afternoon they got the house ready for the party that night. It was about six o'clock when John and Richard arrived. By eight o'clock everything was just the way they wanted it. There was enough liquor, and the whips and chains were all carefully laid out.
The living room had been turned into a miniature arena. Chairs were lined up along the walls all around the room. The center area was where the beatings were to take place. They had it arranged so that Frank and Jane would whip someone while everyone else watched. At least, that's how it would start off.
What happened after that would have to depend on how people reacted to the initial beatings. Naturally, Frank and Jane would do all the beatings. Since there were only two of them, it would require a lot of exertion on their parts. They wouldn't be able to get to everyone this first night.
About eight thirty the other guests started to arrive. Cindy had invited Mildred and Rita along also. Both of them came without their husbands who definitely did not go in for this sort of thing. Cindy greeted them at the door and went off to talk to them alone for a while.
John watched them leave the living room but didn't think anything of it. Let them suck each other off if that's what they want, he said to himself. By nine thirty everyone had arrived and was seated around the room. Frank and Jane stood in the center of the room. Each of them was dressed in a leather outfit, and boots, and each held a whip in his hand.
No one said a word. They were all staring at the two stone-like figures in the center of the room who looked as if they were frozen where they were standing. John was glued to his seat, wondering when it would all begin. The two figures gave no indication of anything at this point.
Finally Frank moved to a young woman who was seated next to John. It was the wife of a friend of his. Frank grabbed her by the hand and pulled her out into the middle of the room. He raised his hand to the neckline of her blouse and tore it off her. She just stood there staring back at him.
Then Jane grabbed her miniskirt and ripped that off her. The woman stood there in just her panties. You could tell by the breathing that everyone was excited at that point. They were all on the edge of their seats waiting to see what would happen next. They were all becoming quite anxious.
Frank ripped off the girl's panties, and then he pushed her to the floor. The girl was a willing slave already. She could hardly wait for them to use the whips on her. She lay there on her stomach, her breathing becoming more rapid as she became more and more anxious.
It was at that point that both Frank and Jane began to kick at the girl's body. They both dug their boots deep into the girl's flesh and kicked her with all their might. The girl screamed just as they knew she would, and every time she screamed her audience became gleeful, and sad at the same time, since they all wished it was them that the two sadists were kicking.
John was holding onto his groin, trying to keep his cock from throbbing so much. Every other man in the place was doing the same thing. All the women were fingering themselves or rubbing their tits. Cindy, Mildred and Rita were all seated together, and their eyes lit up every time one of the two sadists kicked the girl.
Both Frank and Jane were expending as little energy as they could. They realized that they had a long night ahead of them. Already they were wondering if they had made a wise choice by coming there. Jane especially wondered about it. It's like being a paid performer in the circus, she thought to herself.
Still she enjoyed what she was doing and every time the girl screamed, "Jane felt a tingle in her spine, and her skin seemed to tingle also. She loved the feeling she got from causing someone pain. Especially when that person was deriving pleasure from the pain itself.
One day she would like to have Frank show one of these babes their special torture device, "Casket with Spikes," she called it. Surely a few of them would enjoy that!
That was the best part. Having a willing victim. That you were free to do whatever you wanted to, with no fear that the person would ever turn you over to the police or anything. The more willing the victim, the more you could do. Jane could just see that all these people there tonight were the kind of persons who would let her do anything, and would expect it of her.
They'll get their money's worth, Jane thought, as she continued to kick at the woman at her feet. Jane looked down at her face and was excited by the way it was so contorted. She really feels it, Jane said to herself, and you can tell that she loves it. She's just eating it all up.
The girl's blonde hair was spread out beneath her. Frank had turned the girl over on her back now. Frank winked at Jane and the two of them began whipping at her with their whips. The girl screamed out even louder than she had when they were just kicking her.
Everyone could see the whips tearing into her flesh, and they all got turned on by it. Some were rolling on the floor as if it was them that were getting the whipping. They were yelling just as loud as the girl was. John was banging his groin against the wall as hard as he could.
Frank and Jane both stopped whipping the girl and began going after some of the others. They went from one to the other. This time they wouldn't both whip the same person. One would whip one, and the other would work on someone else. Everyone was begging for their turn.
John was sprawled out on the floor when Jane got to him. His groin was burning and he didn't have the strength or the will to stand. He wanted to stay right where he was and never move again. Jane was standing right over him now, her whip dragging on the floor.
She kneeled down on his back and began bouncing up and down on him. Then she stood up and began kicking him in the groin. That was what really hurt him and he screamed out again and again. She was really hurting him and she loved it. I'll hurt him so much, he'll never be able to use that thing again.
Basically Jane hated all men, and always had. That was why she had turned into a sadist in the first place. When she had been a child, her father had beaten her and her mother all the time. He would come home drunk at night and then use his belt on both of them.
She had been five when she got her first beating, and the beatings kept up until she was thirteen and then she had run away from home. She had managed to get to the next city and there she was picked up by this truck driver who said he would take her as far as he was going.
His only condition for taking her along was that she let him fuck her whenever he wanted to. Jane was still a virgin at the time, but she had agreed, thinking she had to lose her virginity sooner or later. The first night she was with him he had hurt her considerably by the way he fucked her.
After the first time, it didn't hurt so much, but he had always been rough with her. He had never fucked her so that she could enjoy it. Finally he just dropped her off one night and she had to make her way as best she could. Over the years she had done just that.
And then she had met Frank. She knew what Frank was right from the beginning, but by then she didn't care. To her all men were the same, and it didn't matter which one you took up with, they'd all treat you the same. She and Frank got married a month after they met.
They had always hired themselves out like this, but usually it was to one or two persons. Never to a group of people like this. This was definitely a lot different from their usual arrangements which were only one-night stands. Someone would come to their place and pay them for a beating, but that was all there ever was to it.
These people wanted more than that. That was obvious from the house they had been given and the money they were being paid. It's like having a job, Jane thought to herself as she continued to kick John in the groin. It's not nine to five, or anything like that, but it's still a job.
She looked over at Frank who was working on some older woman with the handle of his whip. He was sticking it in the woman's cunt and really working it in and out of her. Jane thought the whole thing was funny and began to laugh. She looked down at John's pained expression and laughed even more.
John felt Jane's sharp boot in his groin, and the pain that went through him every time she kicked him was enough to kill him, or so he thought. It went throughout his whole body, and he felt it would split him in two. It was a sharp knife-like pain that stabbed at him and cut him at the same time.
The fact that Jane was laughing like she was, made the pain that much more unbearable, and that much more pleasurable at the same time. How he loved to suffer like this! He just loved it to the point where sometimes he thought he was going to go insane. He would really think that at times.
Now it didn't matter to him whether he was going insane or not. Just so long as this pain continued, nothing else mattered to him. Nothing at all. This pain was the only thing that could possibly matter to him at a time like this. What else was there? He winced as he felt her boot in his side now, and then in the small of his back.
She was standing on his ass now and she was jumping up and down. Every time she came down, his groin pressed hard against the floor. That caused him considerable pain. His groin was so sore now, he didn't think he'd ever be able to fuck again as long as he lived.
Thinking that, he felt even more pain. There was the pain she was making his body suffer, and the pain his mind was making him suffer. Between the two, he was in sheer agony. And it was increasing all the time. There wasn't a chance that it would let up, and he was glad of that.
Frank had made his way to Cindy. Cindy was sitting with her back against the wall. He looked at her and smiled. Then he leaned down, lifted her up off the floor, and threw her over his shoulder and carried her out into the backyard. Some people followed them to see what he was going to do to her out there.
Once he had her out in the yard, he threw her down on the ground. Then he took out his cock and began to piss in her face. She opened her mouth wide to try and catch as much of his urine as she could. Because he knew she wanted it, he aimed at any place but her mouth. He aimed at her eyes, her nose, her hair, and her neck, but not at her mouth, which was where she wanted it.
Finally he stopped pissing on her. Then he just kneeled at her head and let his cock hang just over her mouth. When she would try and get it inside her mouth, he would move away. He did this over and over. Cindy was on the verge of tears, and then she began to cry hysterically.
That's when he finally let her take his cock into her mouth, but not for long. Just when she had begun to really suck on him, he pulled it out of her mouth. Then he got to his feet and began kicking her all over her body, and then he used his whip on her. He left her out in the yard and went back into the house.
The people that had followed him out there, followed him back inside. Jane had left John by then and was working Richard over. Everyone else at the party was abusing themselves somehow. One woman was using a bottle in her cunt. Another woman was using a candle. They were all doing something.
CHAPTER SIX
John could still feel the ache in his groin. He was up on his knees now and he somehow managed to get to his feet. What he needed was to get away from all this noise for a while. Go someplace where it was quiet. Was it possible in this house or would he have to go elsewhere?
He saw the steps to the basement, and thought he 'd go down there. The basement was in complete darkness until he turned on the lights. There was nothing down there but an old mattress and some empty boxes. He somehow managed to get as far as the mattress where he collapsed in a heap.
His whole body was one massive ache, but his groin especially was on fire. It seemed to consume his whole body, the pain spreading out in every direction at once. As he looked around the basement he wondered why Frank and Jane had neglected to turn this area into some form of torture chamber.
Of course this was where the rack was supposed to go if they should ever find one. John could just see himself being strapped into one of those things. He had seen pictures of them, but he had never actually seen one, let alone been put in one. That would be his ultimate torture.
The way he felt now, he didn't think he would be able to take much more of anything. He was glad that everyone else was upstairs. This way he was alone. He also hoped that no one had seen him come down here, and if they did, that they would not decide to join him.
He needed some time alone to be able to think things through. Getting Frank and Jane out here was obviously a good idea, and it already looked as if everyone was going for the idea. From the screams that he could still hear it was obvious that Frank and Jane were "doing their job."
Well, it's all because of me, John thought, patting himself on the rack in a manner of speaking. I brought them here and I deserve the credit for thinking up the idea in the first place. If it wasn't for me, none of those people up there would be getting the kind of sex they crave.
John thought about that for a minute. Was this really the ultimate form of sex? Having a whip constantly be cracked against your bare skin? What made pain so attractive to people like himself? He tried to remember how this had all come about in his life. It was while he was still in high school. He had been about fifteen at the time.
He was dating a girl who was a year younger than he was. One day he had gone over to see her without telling her that he was going to drop by. When he rang the doorbell no one answered. At first he thought that no one was home. But then he thought he heard voices coming up from the cellar.
At first he could barely make them out, but then they became louder and louder. They became shouts after a while, and so he rang the doorbell again. Still no one answered it. That seemed strange to him since it was obvious that someone was home, as the loud voices became louder and louder.
He went around to the back door and rang the doorbell there. Still there was no answer. It was obvious that either they didn't hear the bell, or they just weren't going to answer it. He walked over to the cellar door and opened it. It opened easily and he climbed down the stairs.
Now the voices were not only quite loud, but he could recognize them. There was Judy, the girl he was dating, and her mother. The third voice was that of a man which didn't sound familiar to him. Judy's father was dead and had been dead for six months now, and he had never seen anyone else over there who could have a voice like that.
The male's voice was harsh and sounded as if it belonged to a man who was seven feet tall and weighed over three hundred pounds. John could just picture the man looking like a professional wrestler or something like that. From the sound of his voice, that's what he had to be.
The next thing he heard was a loud crack. Then he heard a scream. A woman's scream. It sounded like Judy, and yet it didn't sound like Judy. It didn't sound like anything human. Then it came again, and again. Finally he opened the bottom door and went into the cellar itself.
There was Judy chained to the wall, and there were the man and Judy's mother standing in front of her with whips in their hands. Both the man and Judy's mother were dressed in these weird looking leather outfits. The man wasn't as big as John had pictured him to be, but he was big just the same.
Judy was the first one to see him and she screamed at him to get out while he still could. He stood frozen to the spot. That's when the man cracked the whip at him, catching him around the ankles and knocking him off his feet. Judy's mother tried to stop the man from doing anything else, but the man knocked her out with his fist.
Then he proceeded to whip John all about his body. John tried his best to get up, but it was impossible. The man kept him on the floor, and John could feel his clothes being tom away by the whip. He could also feel the whip tearing into his skin, and the pain that went through his body was something he had never experienced before.
He curled himself into a ball and held his arms up in front of his face. He really didn't have to do that because the man was only going after his thighs and legs, and was leaving the top half of his body alone. His legs hurt him so much already that he didn't think he'd ever be able to walk again.
The tears were pouring down his cheeks, and he didn't think that he would ever stop crying. He just knew that he wouldn't. At the time though the only thing that bothered him was that Judy was there, and she would see him crying. She would never think of him as being a man now, he said to himself.
The man didn't let up on his whipping until John was on the point of passing out. Then he went after Judy again, which was what he had just started when John had come into the cellar. John watched in horror as the man beat Judy. Although Judy was screaming just as loud as he had been, and although she was crying like he had, he could sense something in her that told him that she really liked what this man was doing to her.
There was just something about her eyes that made him think that. They seemed to glow. He noticed that her mother was on her feet now. She ignored him completely now and began beating Judy herself.
John was beginning to find that he enjoyed watching. He also found that when he rubbed his cuts, it felt good in a strange sort of way. He didn't know why it felt good, and he couldn't understand it, but he knew that it felt good to him. Also, he was fascinated by the way they were torturing Judy.
That seemed to fascinate him more and more. They were really hurting her. They were hurting her real bad, and yet she loved it. Yes, she really did love it, and that was becoming more and more obvious to him. Look at her, he said to himself. Just look at her.
He wondered if they would let him beat her, but apparently they had forgotten he was even there. They kept up their beating until finally Judy had passed out. Then they walked right by him and went upstairs. He watched them leave, and then he went over to Judy.
She hung on the wall like a limp rag doll. Her body was torn all over. It was then that he finally noticed that she was completely naked. It had escaped his attention all the time. And he wondered how that could have happened.
He had never seen her naked before, and this was his big chance.
He undid the clamps and lifted her down. He laid her out on the couch that was down there and began to bring her to. He asked her if she was all right and if there was anything he could do for her. She looked at him and broke out laughing. She had a hideous laugh that he had never heard before.
"Now you see why I never let you do anything to me," she said. "Not that you've ever tried to get into my pants, but if you had, you wouldn't have gotten there. I don't dig fucking like the other girls. If that's what you want, you better look elsewhere 'cause you'll never get it from me.
"I dig this torture stuff. I like having that whip snapping against my bare body. That's how I get my rocks off. Boy, do I ever come when they do that. I come all over the place. Look at my thighs. They're both dripping, aren't they? Want to lick it up? Want to lick up my come and swallow it all down? Go ahead. I'll let you do that."
John just looked down at her naked body and down at her thighs especially. They were dripping with her come just like she had said.
It was all over her thighs and even down on her legs. There seemed to be so much of it that he didn't think it was possible for one person to come that much at one time. All the books he had read never said anything about this.
He bent down and began running his tongue up one of her thighs. Her come was sticky, just like his own when he masturbated-which he did a lot-and it was bitter and sweet at the same time. He soon found that he liked the taste of it and he began licking her thighs up and down until he had licked all her come off her. Then he licked her legs.
He saw the wet lips of her pussy, and could taste them already. They looked so swollen and he could just imagine how they must taste. Their odor was enough to knock him over, but he liked it. He just sat there smelling her for the longest time. Then he buried his head between her legs and began sucking on her cuntlips.
The odor wasn't the only thing about her cunt that was strong. The taste was, too. That was even stronger than the smell. He didn't mind it at all though, and in fact loved it. The stronger she tasted the better he liked it. He was getting his tongue right inside her pussy now when she suddenly pushed him off the couch.
"You like that, don't you?" she sneered. "First chance you get to get at my pussy and you go wild like a dog after a bitch in heat. Well, you've had your fun, buster, and now I'm going to have mine."
She got to her feet and went to a small closet. She got a long leather belt out of it and came back to where he was still lying on the floor. "Okay, bend over that stool over there, and do it now." Before he could move, he felt the belt lash across his chest. "I said now! "
He did just as she said. He leaned over the stool so that his ass was on top of it, his head hanging down one side and his feet on the other. She pulled his pants all the way off him and then went after him with the belt. Again and again he felt it across his ass. At first the pain was something that he couldn't stand, but soon he got so he liked it.
"More," he said. "Beat me some more!"
She had every intention of doing just that. She was going to beat him senseless if she could. She was bearing down on him just as hard as she could, and she was screaming just as loud as he was. She was acting as if she was getting the beating and not him.
"I can feel it the same as you," she said, as she continued to beat him with the strap. "I really can feel it the same as you and I love it. I love the way the belt tears into my flesh and makes it raw. I love the way it makes my ass bum like it's on fire.
"And that's what it's doing, too. It's burning like it's on fire. Oh, can't you just feel that burning sensation? Don't you just love it? You know you love it. You love it as much as I do. I can just see that you do. I can tell by the way you're screaming. That's not pain you feel, that's pleasure!
"Yes, you're getting pleasure out of this and you know it. I'm getting pleasure out of it, too. I really am. And that's because I'm the one who is getting the beating, not you. I'm the one who's really getting the beating. You've got me up against the wall and you're beating me to death. You really are!"
And that's how it had gone on for the longest time until she had had one final orgasm that made her drop to her knees on the floor. John stayed right where he was.-His groin ached him and his whole body ached him, but it felt good at the same time. It really felt good.
After that night, they were together almost every night. And each time he would let her beat him. Once in a while she would let him eat her out, but that was very rare. Most of the time, she would use the belt on him, and then a whip, and finally, one day, a chain.
That had been the ultimate for him. The chain had hurt more than the belt or the whip. The chain had hurt most of all. That had really cut him open. He could feel it now as he lay on this old mattress still listening to the screams coming from upstairs. It was then that he heard footsteps.
He looked up and saw Linda and Richard. They saw him and went back upstairs. Then there were other footsteps. This time it was Cindy and a woman he had never seen before. They were both totally naked. Cindy looked at him and smiled. The two women came over and stood beside the mattress.
"John," Cindy said, "I want you to meet Rita, my new lover. Rita, I want you to meet John, my husband. Rita here is married to some prude who won't beat her, or do anything with her. When I met her she was sex-starved, the poor thing. Now she isn't. Now she gets more sex than she can handle, don't you, dear?"
"I should say so," Rita laughed.
The two women looked at each other and then embraced just as passionately as they knew how. John just lay on his back watching all this. He watched as they began to grab at each other's tits, and then as they began to finger one another. The fact that he was watching all this turned them on even more.
Although he was fascinated by what they were doing, he felt a stab of pain. After all, this was still his wife, and here she was having sex with another person. And not even a man, but another woman. That hurt even more. It was as if she were being abnormal just to hurt him all the more.
She's more perverse than I am, he thought. I've never made it with a man, although I've been beaten by a few. I've never sucked one off, though, and I've never been sucked off by one. Never. Just look at her, though. I'll bet she'd have sex with a dog, even. I'll just bet she would.
John closed his eyes and tried to picture Cindy getting sucked off or fucked by a dog. Maybe a dog wouldn't suck her off, but he certainly would fuck her. On the other hand, why wouldn't he suck her off? Of course he would. First he would fuck her, and then he would suck her off. It would be the smell that would make him want to lick out her pussy then.
The two women were lying beside him now in a sixty-nine position. Cindy was on top, her head nestled between Rita's legs. John could see that Cindy was really going after Rita. He could hear the sucking sounds that she was making with her mouth. And Rita was really going after her as well.
The sucking sounds that they were both making were enough to deafen anyone. And he happened to be right next to them. He was sure he could have heard them, though, even if he had been on the other side of the room. He was sure of that, if nothing else. He could also tell that they were overcome by what they were doing.
They may have started out by doing this for his benefit, but he could tell that they had forgotten all about him now. Now they were doing it for their own benefit, and their own benefit alone. They didn't even know that he even existed any more. They just knew that the other existed and that they existed, and that was all they wanted to know.
John could see that they were both coming already, and he could smell it as well. The rich, pungent odor of both their cunts was overwhelming him. He felt as if he was floating. It was making him dizzy. What a smell. He loved it. Like that first time he had smelled Judy's cunt in her basement those many years ago.
That's why he had remembered. It was a prediction of things to come. Here these two wide-open cunts were, right next to him, and both of them smelled the way he liked them to. He couldn't contain himself any longer. He rolled over on top of Cindy and drove his cock into her ass. He began humping away.
"I'm going to fuck you good, you little twat," he said. "You'll know that you've had my cock in your asshole. You'll know it for a long time. In fact, I doubt if you'll ever be able to forget it. Not ever."
He kept driving his cock into her asshole until he felt himself about to come. Then he pulled it out and came all over her neck and in her hair. He held his cock in his hands as he kneeled beside her and let it go all over the back of her neck and into her hair.
She was so busy scooping the come out of Rita's cunt with her tongue that she hardly noticed what he was doing to her. That angered him considerably. She didn't even know I was in her, he said to himself. That was the supreme insult. He wasn't going to take this for the bitch.
He began looking around the cellar for something to beat them both with. There was nothing. He ran upstairs and grabbed a chain off the wall and ran back downstairs with it. They were still in a sixty-nine position and still going at it. He lashed out at Cindy first, since she was on top.
He brought the chain down hard on her thighs, and waited until she had responded the way he wanted her to, before he did it again. She had rolled off Rita now and was flat on her stomach. She was yelling at him to stop, but that only made him beat her with the chain all the more.
Rita tried to grab for the chain, and so he used it on her next. He caught her across the breasts and really tore into them. She screamed just as loudly as Cindy had, and maybe even louder. Now he was going after both of them. First Cindy, and then Rita, and then Cindy, and then Rita. He kept going back and forth between them.
He loved the way they were crying out. Now he knew just how Judy had felt that first time in her basement. He had never known before this just how she could feel that she was the one that was getting the beating. Now he knew, because he felt as if they were beating him, and that it wasn't him that was beating them. No, they were beating him.
He could feel the chain tearing his skin open and he could feel the blood gushing out of him. It felt so good to him. It felt so very good. His blood was warm and it was flowing all over his body. He was being washed by it. It was as if he was standing in a shower, and instead of water, blood was coming down on him.
That was just how it felt to him, and it felt really good. He would hope that he could always feel this good. Always, arid for the rest of his life. Don't ever let it stop, he said, almost out loud. Please don't let it stop. And then finally he did say it out loud. He said it for the whole world to hear.
Both Cindy and Rita lay at his feet, both their bodies tom to shreds, almost. He looked down at them and started to laugh just as loud as he possibly could. They looked really funny to him lying at his feet like they were, and he just had to laugh. He had to laugh at the top of his lungs.
He threw the chain aside and went back upstairs and joined the others. People had left already and John looked at his watch and saw that it was three a.m. He hadn't realized it was that late, or that early, depending on how you looked at it. To him it was early.
He laughed as he thought of what he'd done. It reminded him of Cindy's "family" story about the young Salem girl, convicted of witchcraft and tied to the "vulture tree." Yes, Cindy herself now looked as if she'd been picked apart by vultures.
People, half naked or completely naked, were lying on the floor, on the couch, in the chairs, and everywhere else that he looked. Frank and Jane were leaning up against the far wall, trying to stand up, but not having much luck at it. John waved at them and went into one of the bedrooms and collapsed on the bed and fell asleep immediately.
Frank and Jane continued to stay right where they were, neither one of them moving an inch, or wanting to. Finally they slid to the floor and fell asleep. It was sometime Saturday afternoon when they woke up. They both felt as if they had been eating cotton all night.
Their mouths and throats were dry, and their bodies were stiff from sleeping on the floor all night. They saw that everyone had left by then. They checked every room, the cellar, and the garage, and it was definitely the case that everyone had left. That left just the two of them.
Jane quickly went into one of the bathrooms and showered. First she turned the water on just as hot as she could possibly stand it, and then she turned it on just as cold as she could possibly stand it. Both ways she liked it. She kept the cold water on much longer than the hot.
She knew that Frank was probably doing the same in the other bathroom. It was funny how they never showered together any more. They never had that often before, but at least they had done it once in a while. That was years ago. though, when they first knew each other.
Things had changed since then. They had changed since then. Now they hardly spoke to one another. It was as if they were total strangers. How had that happened? She didn't have the faintest idea. She put her face right under the spray of water and held it there for the longest time.
That really woke her up and she needed that. She needed something to wake her up. Something that would jolt her into the awareness of a new day. She held her face under the cold water for as long as she could. When she felt that she was fully awake, she turned off the water and stepped outside the shower to dry herself off.
Whenever she wanted to wake up in a hurry, this was what she did. At night when she wanted to sleep, she would take a hot bath to relax her muscles. As she ran the towel across her breasts she observed the scars that were there for life. I worked hard for them, she thought to herself.
She could almost remember how she had gotten every one of them. And that wasn't the only place she had them. She had them all over her body. On her stomach, on her back, on her thighs, and on the cheeks of her ass. She even had them there. Some days she looked behind her in the mirror and saw just what they looked like.
She rubbed the towel over her ass and rubbed it hard. She liked doing that. It made her remember the pain she had felt when those scars were being formed. Yes, that was a good one, she thought, thinking about the time Frank had beaten her on the subway in front of everyone. No one had tried to help her, either.
Right now what was really on her mind was that Cindy chick. Jane knew that she wanted Cindy and that she wanted her in the worst way. There was that Rita though, and it looked as if Cindy and Rita were obviously lovers. I'll have to change that, Jane said to herself, and change it pretty damn quick.
She still remembered how they had looked at each other that time. Their eyes had met and held each other's stare. Cindy wanted her too, Jane just knew it. Well, I'll let her make the first move. That's how it should be. She should come crawling to me, and I'll make her come crawling, too. Just see if I don't.
Jane was completely dry now and she want into their bedroom where she put on a pair of panties and a miniskirt, and then pulled a lightweight sweater over her head. Frank was in the kitchen when she got there. He had already put the coffee on and he was reading the morning paper that they had just delivered.
He was reading the sports section and she picked up the comics while she waited for the coffee to be done.
"You know," Frank said, "this is a damn good setup, but I can see already where I'm going to be bored if we stay here too long. Don't you think you'll get bored too, after a while?"
"I'm sure I will," Jane replied. "What do you suggest we do about it?"
"I'm not sure about that as yet," he said. "I guess we ought to stay here for a while, though. After all, what else have we got? This is solid for us. These people are paying us good money and we have a place to live and a car and everything. It's like having a respectable job, almost."
"That it is," she agreed. "It's almost like having a regular job. I wonder when they'll be back?"
"Well, not for a while, anyway," Frank responded. "I think they'll be coming over in singles or in couples from now on. We won't have any mob scenes for quite a while yet."
"Well, not until the next one, anyway," Jane said.
The coffee was ready and Jane poured them each a cup. This was something else she needed. Her first cup of coffee for the day. This is what really got her going. The shower was the first thing, and now the coffee. She was really all set for the new day. Of course, it was the middle of the afternoon already.
She looked over at Frank who was too busy reading the paper. He gets his nose in that thing, she thought, and he doesn't know there's a rest of the world. Frank had been a football player once and hw would have gone into the pros if he hadn't broken his leg trying out.
That was one of the reasons he was so bitter against the world. That plus the fact that he secretly hated all women. Only it wasn't a secret to her. She had known it all along. Of course he knew that she hated all men. We make a great team, she thought to herself.
When we fuck, it's for revenge.
Frank put down his paper for a second, but it was only to fold the page over and start on the next one. He doesn't remember a word of it two minutes later, she thought to herself. I don't know why he even bothers. She downed her coffee and walked out of the kitchen.
She suddenly had this urge to call Cindy, but she decided not to. Let the silly cunt call me. It'll be good for her. A little humility never hurt anyone. Especially that one. Then she remembered Ruby in the city. She called her, and Ruby finally answered on the tenth ring.
"I was fucking," she screamed into the phone. "Wait till I come the next time."
"I should have known," Jane laughed. "Sorry I bothered you."
Ruby recognized her caller at once. "And I should have known it was you. How's it going out there in the suburbs?"
"We're the talk of the town," Jane replied. "People are knocking at our door every hour on the hour. We have to put in a number system pretty soon like they have in meat markets. Otherwise well have to turn them away, and it would just break our hearts to do that."
"I'm sure it would."
For the next hour or so the two females talked about old times. About how they had met when Jane first got to the city, and how they had been friends ever since. Then Jane told Ruby about the party and Ruby told her about the guy she had there.
"What a cock this one has," she said. "Do I ever love to suck on it. And do I ever love to have it in me. That's all we've been doing ever since we got to the apartment. Just fucking and sucking. I tell you, there's nothing like it. Find yourself a good cock, and you won't want to do anything else."
"I'll think about it," Jane said.
"I'm serious," Ruby continued. "I think I've really found myself the best cock in the whole world. When that thing's in me I just go crazy inside. He starts shoving it in me, and I wrap my old pussy jaws around him and we fuck like we're never going to stop. You go out and find something just as good and you'll never want to do anything else. Believe me. Oh, and tell John I won't be working for him any more. I'm going to spend the rest of my life in bed with this great cock."
With that, Jane heard Ruby hang up her phone. Probably going back to her great cock, Jane thought resentfully. Oh well, as long as she's happy.
Looking around the messy living room she wondered if she should start cleaning up now. Deciding against it, she went outside and looked around the countryside. There weren't many other houses around them and she liked that. It was almost like living on a farm.
All her life she had lived in crowded cities, and this was definitely a welcome relief. No traffic, no noise, no chance of getting mugged in front of your own doorstep. She liked the peace and quiet but, like Frank, she knew it would bore her eventually and she would then want to get back to all those things she hated.
For now, though, this was perfect. She walked over to the garage and went inside. She carefully took note of all the chains and whips that were hanging on the walls. That's some collection we've made over the years, she thought. Some collection. I'm sure it'll get bigger yet.
She thought she heard footsteps behind her at that point and she turned and there was Frank.
"I thought you'd be out here," he said.
"I just wanted to look things over."
"Thinking of what you could do to that Cindy bitch?" he asked.
"And what if I am?" she shot back at him. "Just don't get ideas that I'm going to let you turn les on me."
"There won't be a damn thing you can do about it, so there."
"Don't push me, cunt."
"I'll push you just as far as I want."
Frank reached for a whip on one of the walls, and so did she. They stood facing one another with hate in their eyes. Then they dropped the whips and began to take off their clothes. Jane stripped down to her panties, and Frank stripped down to his jockey shorts. They picked up their whips again and squared off.
They both lashed out at each other at the same time. Their whips tangled in midair. The next time Jane swung out at him, she just barely caught his arm. Frank was more accurate. He managed to wrap the whip around her ankles and pull her off her feet. Once he had her on the ground he went after her with all his might.
Jane could feel the whip tearing into her bare flesh. She could also feel it tearing away her panties. He wasn't going to let up for anything. She screamed out, although she wasn't sure why. She looked up, and, for an instant, she saw his blazing eyes. They seemed to light up every time the whip struck her.
Jane just lay there curled up in a ball and took everything that he had to give. All the while she was thinking, I'll get back at him someday. Just you wait, buster. I'll get back at you for everything you've ever done to me. You'll be damn sorry one of these days.
Apparently that day hadn't come yet, because he was beating her more unmercifully now. He was really tearing into her. She could feel her skin being tom away more and more. I'm going to look like all the others, she thought to herself. Every one of them looks like they've been through the war of the worlds.
Maybe that's what he wants, she said to herself. Maybe he wants me to look like that. I'll bet that would make him happy as hell.
Well, he's going to look the same way himself one of these days. Just wait and see, buster. You'll get yours. You'll get everything that's coming to you.
Finally he just stopped. "That's all for now," he said. "But every day from now on, you're going to get a little more. I'm getting tired of your uppity ways. I'm going to have to put you in your place around here, and I will, too. Make no mistake about that. I have every intention of putting you in your place and keeping you there."
Jane just lay there not saying a word. Frank threw the whip aside and walked out of the garage. She could hear the car engine starting and then she heard him drive off. I hope he kills himself, she thought bitterly. She managed to get to her feet and stagger back into the house.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jane collapsed on the couch in the living room and just lay there. Her whole body ached. Maybe she should take a hot bath and just relax for a while. Maybe that would be the best thing for her at a time like this. The blood had dried quickly and was caked up on her skin.
There was a great contrast between the rusty red color of her dried blood and her creamy white skin. I really look like something, she thought. I really do. If the world could see me now. Just then the phone rang. I'll bet that's her, Jane thought to herself. "What perfect timing you have," she said out loud.
Jane picked up the receiver very slowly and said, in a very seductive voice, "Hello? Can I help you with anything?"
Cindy's voice came back to her, just as seductive. "You certainly can, you warm piece of pussy."
"Whatever do you want?" Jane asked, teasingly.
"I want your ass," Cindy replied. "I want it in the worst way. I'm going out of my mind thinking about it."
"Well, why don't you do something about it, then?"
"I intend to. Right now."
"I'll be waiting," Jane said, hanging up.
Jane went into her bedroom and fixed herself up. She put on her sexiest negligee and sprayed herself all over with perfume. I'll have her kissing my feet, Jane said to herself. Just see if I don't. She'll be my slave for life. Jane went back into the living room and then decided against it. She went back into her room and lay down on the bed.
She didn't have to wait long because pretty soon Cindy was ringing the doorbell. Jane could hear the front door opening and a voice call out, "Where the hell are you?" Jane didn't respond. Cindy came right to the bedroom and stood in the doorway, her eyes bugging out of her head.
"I had a feeling you were going to do something like this," she said. "I just knew you would. You know, you and I have a lot in common. We really do. And I could tell that time we looked at each other that you were thinking the same thing that I was. You want me as much as I want you."
Jane tried to be coy. "I don't know what you're talking about. Personally I like cock a whole lot better than I like pussy. I mean, what have you got to offer me. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Why should I want you? I can see why you'd want me. I'm attractive, at least."
Cindy stood there like she had been slapped across the face.
"Why don't you come a little closer so I can see how ugly you really are?" Jane said.
Cindy approached the bed. The bitch! Who did she think she was?
"I thought so," Jane said.
Cindy just stood there while Jane looked her over.
"You really are an old hag," Jane said, gritting her teeth. "You're flat-chested, or damn near flat-chested. I had more tits than that when I was half your age. And look at those thighs. You're fat, too. On top of everything else, you're fat."
Cindy stood with her head bowed.
"I don't see what anyone could ever see in you," Jane went on, "except of course for that other one. What's her name? Well, it's not important anyway. What's important is that she's as ugly as you are. That's why you two like each other so much.
"And that husband of yours isn't a winner by any means. He's just as bad. In fact, he's worse. His face would stop a truck. All I can say is that you really know how to attract the dogs in both men and women. Of course, what else could you attract with the face you've got?
"I mean, look at yourself in the mirror and see what I mean? You're really too ugly for words. Really you are. And your body is so misshapen I can't believe it. I've seen better looking cows in my day. I really have. You better go someplace and hide. Someplace where no one will ever see you again. I'm serious. I wouldn't go out on the street looking like that."
Cindy was in tears now, and was kneeling beside the bed. She just ate that up, Jane thought. She loved every minute of it. She can't wait for me to say some more. I kind of like this sort of thing. It takes less effort, and it has the same effect. Look at her. She feels the pain already. But Cindy's mind was somewhere else. It was, once again, with her ancestors-with the Pilgrim "Sister" who had finally been punished for her cruelty to the brazen girls of the town. Surely, she had received her due end that fatal day in the outskirts of Salem.
"And furthermore," Jane continued, "aside from being ugly, you're also the dumbest person I've ever met in my life. The more I think about it, I can't imagine you ever having any good points. There's nothing good anyone could ever say about you. Nothing at all."
Cindy was crying even more hysterically now. Her whole body was trembling. She lay her head on the edge of the bed, her body going limp. Jane brought her foot over and shoved it against Cindy's face and began rubbing it back and forth just as hard as she could.
"Kiss it, bitch," Jane sneered. "Kiss it good."
Cindy did just that. She kissed the bottoms of both of Jane's feet, running her tongue up and down the full length of them. At Jane's direction she began sucking on the toes then, working her tongue all around them.
"You better do just as I say, you half-witted cunt," Jane yelled at her, raising her voice even more.
Cindy had the look of an obedient slave in her eyes. She would do all that she was told to do, and willingly. Jane had only to command her and she would obey. That was all that was necessary. And they both knew it.
Jane meant to take full advantage of her power over Cindy. I'll make the bitch beg me to let her eat me out, Jane said to herself.. I'll have her on her hands and knees begging until she becomes hoarse. That'll teach her a lesson she won't soon forget. Just see if it doesn't.
Realizing the power she had over Cindy, Jane was already thinking of all the things that she could do to her. Cindy was still kissing the bottoms of her feet, and Jane found that she liked the feeling that Cindy's tongue gave her. Cindy's saliva was cool and refreshing. It feels so good, Jane thought.
Without warning, though, Jane reared back and kicked Cindy right in the face with the bottom part of her foot. She pushed it right into Cindy's mouth and cheek and knocked her off balance. Cindy fell backwards on her ass and Jane broke out into hysterical laughter.
Cindy was sprawled out on the floor, her arms and legs spread out. Jane was kneeling down on the bed looking down at her in a mocking fashion.
"Get up off your ass! " Jane yelled.
Cindy did just as she was told.
"Now take off your clothes and just stand there until I tell you to do something else."
Cindy quickly took off all her clothes and stood in front of the bed like Jane had told her to do. She told her to get down on her knees and Cindy did just that. Jane was still kneeling on the bed looking down at her.
"I've always wanted a house pet," Jane said. "One I could kick around when I wanted to. One that would fetch my slippers and anything else I wanted. Get down on all fours and let me see you go around the room that way. Go around like the dog that you are. That's all you are. A real she-bitch."
Cindy began crawling around the room. Then Jane told her to bark, and she did just that. Jane watched her with a strange fascination. She's really something, Jane said to herself. Really something. I'll have her doing tricks and eating out of my hand before long.
Jane slipped out of her negligee and got up off the bed. She walked over to where Cindy now was and stood in front of her. Cindy stopped and looked up at Jane's pussy that was just above her head. It was just inches away from her and she could smell its pungent odor.
"Can you smell me?" Jane asked. "Maybe you'll be able to smell me better after I do this."
As she said that, Jane began to finger herself. Cindy's mouth began to water as she watched Jane stick her finger right inside her pussy and begin to work it in and out. Jane became frantic and soon she was climaxing.
The come poured out of Jane's cunt and down her thighs and legs. Cindy could really smell Jane's pussy now, and she became hungry for it. Jane knew that and sat down on top of Cindy's head. She spread her legs wide and sat down over Cindy's head, and rubbed her pussy into Cindy's hair.
"I'll bet you love that, don't you?" Jane asked. "I'll just bet you do. Maybe I should rub a little harder? Would you like me to do that? I can if you want me to. I really can. I can rub just as hard as you want me to. I can rub so hard, you'll think I'm rubbing your scalp off you."
Jane began to rub her pussy against Cindy's head harder then, but then she stopped abruptly. Can't let her think she's getting too much all at once, Jane said to herself. Have to give it to her a little at a time. That way she'll appreciate it more, when she finally has it all.
Jane lifted herself up again and stood directly in front of Cindy, just as she had done before. Then she began to slap Cindy across the face. She did it lightly at first, then harder and harder. Finally she was punching Cindy in the face, and making her all black and blue.
Jane wasn't satisfied with that. She began punching Cindy all over her body. She punched her in the shoulders, in the back, in the sides, in the ass, in her thighs, and then she began kicking at her. With her bare feet she couldn't kick very hard, and she soon stopped that. She didn't feel like going through all the trouble of putting boots on.
Then she want over to her dresser and pulled out a riding crop and a pair of spurs. She hadn't used these things in a long time. Now was the perfect time. She had the perfect victim for them and she was in the right position. Jane put the spurs around her ankles and tied them on tightly.
She went back to where Cindy was and sat down on her back. With the riding crop she began lashing out at her, and then die began digging the spurs into Cindy's legs and thighs.
"Okay," Jane yelled. "Let's get moving. I want to be taken all over the house. Now move!"
Cindy felt like a pack horse or some other beast of burden, but she loved the feeling that gave her. She began to crawl on her hands and knees around the room. Jane kept whipping her and digging the spurs into her the whole time. Cindy was trying not to yell out. She wanted to keep all the pain inside her. But it was becoming harder and harder for her to do that.
Finally she just had to yell out. She had no other choice. The pain was becoming too much for her. She had to let it out. Jane loved that and beat her with the riding crop even harder than she had been doing. They were out of the bedroom now and in the living room.
There were six rooms in the house and Cindy carried Jane through them all. By the time they got to the kitchen, Jane told her to stop. In the kitchen Jane reached up and took a cup of coffee off the table, ice cold by now, and poured it over Cindy's head. That didn't affect her at all.
This angered Jane and she began digging the spurs into Cindy even deeper now. She told her to start moving again, and Cindy obeyed, as always. They were back in the living room and then back in the bedroom. Cindy could barely stay up now. Her whole body felt as if it was on the verge of collapse.
Jane yelled at her not to fall, but she couldn't help herself. She fell flat on her stomach and stayed there. Jane beat the riding crop against her shoulders and thighs, over and over. Still Cindy couldn't move. There was just no way that she could ever move. Not now, at least.
Jane was on her feet again. She looked down at Cindy's body and began to spit on it. She was mildly disgusted and wanted to show her disgust. Cindy began to cry.
"You no good bitch!" Jane began to yell. "You can't do anything right! You can't do anything at all. Get out of my sight. Get out of my sight right now. I never want you here again."
Jane started to walk away, but Cindy grabbed hold of her feet and the bottom half of her legs and held on for dear life. She was sobbing hysterically and wouldn't let go. Jane tried to get herself free but she couldn't. Cindy was holding on too tightly. Jane used her riding crop on her, then.
She began beating her around the head and shoulders and down on her back. She beat Cindy as. savagely as she knew how, but still Cindy wouldn't let go. There was nothing Jane could do to make her let go, either. No matter how hard she hit her, it didn't make Cindy release her grip.
Cindy managed to wrestle Jane to the floor at that point and then she pulled herself up into a kneeling position with Jane's legs going over her shoulders. She still held onto Jane's legs as she buried her face between Jane's thighs. Jane felt Cindy's tongue immediately.
It was rimming her pussy, going around and around. Jane could feel herself getting wet already. Of course she was still wet from when she had made herself come before when she had fingered herself. Cindy was licking up all that come now, running her tongue up and down Jane's thighs.
Jane wrapped her legs around Cindy's head and really pressed Cindy's face into her pussy. Cindy's tongue seemed to be everywhere at once. Jane could feel it around the edges of her pussy and inside her pussy at the same time. Cindy was now sucking hard on Jane's cuntlips, and that sent Jane into convulsions.
Jane was really going wild inside now. It seemed as if her whole insides were opening up for the first time. It was almost more than she could stand. No man or woman had ever eaten her out like this before. Never in her whole life had anyone ever eaten her out like this!
Jane couldn't believe that Cindy was making her feel like this. It just didn't seem possible. After all, she had never felt like this before. Why should she feel this way now? Why now and with Cindy? Why hadn't it ever happened with Frank or one of the other men she had had?
It was beyond her now. She just lay there and let it happen. Cindy's tongue was going wild inside her cunt and that was all that mattered now. Jane opened her thighs as wide as she could and she felt Cindy spreading her cuntlips apart with her fingers. She was getting her tongue in as far as she could.
Jane lifted her back off the floor and began humping her thighs up against Cindy's face. It was just as she would have moved if she had been getting fucked by some man. She manipulated her cunt muscles around Cindy's tongue and held it inside her as tightly as she could.
"Suck me hard! " she yelled.
Cindy did just that. She sucked on Jane just as hard as she could, digging her tongue even further inside Jane's cunt. At the same time she began to bite into Jane's cuntlips, biting in so hard that she made them bleed. Jane began to scream at the top of her lungs, and that made Cindy bite her all the harder.
Jane was in convulsions now, raising and lowering her hips on the floor, tightening the grip she had on Cindy's neck with her legs. Cindy was pressing into Jane's cunt so hard, that Jane thought that Cindy was going to press her face right inside her pussy.
Do it, Jane said to herself. Get your whole face right inside me and keep it there. That's just where I want it. Right inside me. Way up inside me. Right where your tongue is now, that's where I want the rest of you. Right up in there. Jane tried to open her thighs even wider at that point.
She was coming like she had never come before, and she had been for quite a while. She could hear Cindy swallowing it down as soon as she got it in her mouth. There's going to be a lot more where that came from, Jane wanted to say out loud, but didn't, for some reason.
Finally she did say, "I come a lot, don't I?"
That made Cindy really get inside her, and really start scooping out Jane's hot, precious come. Jane's cuntlips were on fire. They were saturated with her sex juices, and they were becoming wetter and wetter. Their odor was enough to affect anyone, especially Cindy.
Cindy was taking it all in, and still going back for more. Jane liked that. She liked it a lot. Now she was really opening wide and she was really letting her juices flow. She had never opened up like this to anyone before, but now she just felt the need to, and so she did.
Finally she just collapsed inside, and went completely limp. Cindy let Jane's legs fall to the floor and she fell back herself, lying full length on the floor on her back. She just lay there looking up at the ceiling, just as Jane lay on her back looking up at the ceiling.
Jane tried to get up but she couldn't. Neither could Cindy. Neither of them could move. Cindy could still taste Jane's cuntlips and she smacked her lips loudly. She could still taste Jane's come in her mouth, and she swallowed hard. That should do it, she thought. That should get it all down. It didn't, though. There was still some left in her mouth.
She ran her tongue around inside her mouth, trying to get at the rest of it. What soft cuntlips she has, Cindy thought to herself. They're soft and pliable and they get so wet. I could suck on them forever. I really could. She closed her eyes and remembered what it had been like.
She could actually see herself still doing it. What a feeling came over her just then. It overwhelmed her like nothing ever had before. She was powerless against it. Completely powerless. It was as if some spirit had taken over her body completely and wasn't about to let her go.
Jane was now up on her knees and was trying to force herself to stand. That bitch really did me in, she said to herself. She really sucked me out good. I should hate her for that, although I'm not sure why. I just know I should hate her. After all, she enjoyed it as much as I did, and she's not supposed to do that. Only I should get pleasure from our sex acts. Not her.
Jane looked down at Cindy with a mixture of contempt and longing in her eyes. I've never felt this way about any cunt, she said to herself. Not even about Ruby, and I'd have more reason to feel this way about her. Why should I feel this strongly about this no-good bitch?
I should hate her and everything she stands for. I'll bet she comes from a respectable home and went to a respectable college. I'll bet she's had it easy all her life. Never had to struggle like me. Never had to go out on die street on her own like I did.
No, she had it easy, and she still does. Her husband has a soft job and he makes good money at it and they have all the comforts they could ever want. Sure, he's nothing, but at least he provides for her. Better than Frank ever did for me, that cheap, no-good bum.
I should really hate this bitch, and I do. Damn her for eating me out so good. Damn her to hell. I should beat her good for that. I should really beat her good. Teach her a lesson she won't forget. Jane walked around the room wondering what she could use on Cindy next.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The doorbell was ringing and Jane wondered just who it could be. She went on and answered it just as she was. She opened the door and found John standing there. When he saw her completely naked he got a hard-on instantly. She could see his cock shooting up and building out his pants.
She had to smile when she thought of Cindy in the other room lying naked on the floor with Jane's come still in her mouth probably.
John must have thought she was smiling at him because the next thing she knew he was taking her in his arms and kissing her on the mouth.
He picked her up and carried her to the couch where he lay her down and then lay down on top of her. He was heavy and his clothes stuck to her bare skin. He was kissing her all over her face and down on her neck and shoulders. He then began sucking on her tits.
He sucked on both nipples, one at a time, and made them rigid. Then he took one whole tit in his mouth and began sucking on that. He didn't really have her whole tit in his mouth, but that's how it felt to him right at the moment. She closed her eyes and just let him do what he wanted.
All the while she thought that Cindy would hear what was going on and come out and see for herself what was going on. I'll bet the cunt fell asleep in there. Jane felt like yelling out, but then she decided against it. Let her sleep. When she finally does come out she'll get the shock of her life.
Jane began to pull on John's shirt, and finally she had ripped it right off him. She yanked at his T-shirt next, and ripped that off. Finally he got up and began taking off his pants. He was slipping them off when she reached up and grabbed hold of his cock. It was so hard and big.
She never would have believed that he was this big. I guess I didn't really look at him closely the other night, she thought to herself. She was up on her knees on the couch now and she was running her tongue up and down the length of his cock. He was grabbing at her tits now, and kissing her neck.
His cock tasted so salty to her, and she loved that. She took the head of it in her mouth and began to suck on him. Maybe Ruby was right after all, Jane thought. Maybe that's what I need to do. Find myself a good cock and let it go at that. Is this the cock I'm after?
She was really sucking on him hard now, trying to drain him of all his juices. She could feel his wad building up inside him and she couldn't wait until he shot off inside her. That would be something else. She sucked on him all the harder as she thought that, but he had great control and he was holding back on her. He wasn't going to come for quite a while yet.
She had mixed feelings about that. She wanted him to come right away, and yet she knew that the longer he could hold back, the better it would be when he finally did come. That would really be some orgasm then and she would love that. She really would. She sucked on as much of his cock as she could get into her mouth, and she sucked on him hard.
He seemed to be getting bigger and bigger all the time, and he wasn't going to be able to hold back any longer. She knew that and she really went after him now. Now she was biting into his cock with her teeth and his moans became those of a soft agonized scream.
He was beginning to sound like a wounded animal. Maybe that's what he really was. She closed her Ups around him even more tightly in a vise-like grip and began scraping her teeth over the head of his cock. She was moving her mouth back and forth over his cock the same way she would have moved her cunt.
That seemed to make him lose all control. She could feel his orgasm beginning even before it did. His cock seemed to start jerking back and forth and then it started to spurt out into her. It was bulging to the point where she thought it was going to split in two. Finally it just all emptied out into her.
His steaming hot sex juices seemed to come all at once now, and she could hardly get it all down. Her mouth was just overflowing with his come and she loved the smell of it as well as the taste. Just the smell itself was enough to overwhelm her. The taste sent her into fits.
He was moaning at the top of his lungs now, but still Cindy didn't appear. She really must be out cold, Jane thought. I guess I did her in more than I thought. Eating me out took more out of her than it did out of me. And then there was that ride she gave me. I'm sure that tired her out too.
She pushed John back and just looked at him. Maybe I should take him in the other room and give him a surprise since she isn't going to come out here and get her surprise. I have to surprise one of them, if not both of them, and I want to do it just as soon as I can.
"Do me a favor," she said. "Go in the bedroom and get me the riding crop that's on the floor."
John looked at her, and then thinking she would use it on him, he did just as he was told. He walked right into the bedroom and was almost on top of Cindy before he realized she was even there.
He looked down at her sleepy form in complete and utter disbelief. How long had she been here? Obviously she had been here quite awhile. He could smell the sex on her and he wondered just what those two had been doing all this time. He started to turn around but he felt the chain across his back.
Jane hit him again and again, and the force of the chain knocked him over on the bed. He rolled over on his stomach quickly and she went after his legs and thighs and ass. She yelled down at Cindy to wake up, but Cindy was still out cold. Finally Jane used the chain on her just once. That woke her up.
Cindy jumped to her feet and when she saw John on the bed and what Jane was doing to him, she broke out laughing.
"Don't just stand there gaping," Jane yelled at her, "find yourself a chain and we'll both work on him. He just made me blow just now while you were asleep. Don't you want to punish him for that?"
That enraged Cindy and she ran into the living room to find a chain. She found just the one she wanted and ran back into the bedroom. Now the two of them were going after him. John felt both chains coming down on him at once. The pain that shot through him was unbearable.
He could feel the tears welling up in his eyes, and he couldn't hold them back any longer. He just let them flow. He felt them running down his cheeks and onto the bedspread. His face was being washed by them. At the same time, the waves of pain were completely consuming his body.
It was almost more than he could stand, and he didn't know what he was going to be able to do about it. He loved it and hated it at the same time. He was afraid they would go too far and really hurt him too much. Would they know when to stop? Was it possible that they would know that?
Both women were screaming at the top of their lungs, and every time that they struck at him, they yelled even louder. They were looking at each other as they did this, and sticking out their tongues at each other in a most suggestive manner. Every so often they would stop and kiss.
The two of them were excited to the point where they thought they were going to burst wide open. The more they beat on him, the more excited they became. They were also making each other even more excited by the way they were undulating their hips at one another.
They were becoming more and more suggestive, trying their best to entice the other. Still they lashed out at John though. Still they tore into his already tom flesh. He was bleeding all over his body, but that just made them go after him sill the more.
All three of them were screaming at the top of their lungs. Jane and Cindy were now embracing one another, the chains hanging limply in their hands. They had forgotten all about John and they were now more interested in each other. John lay there not even aware of what they were doing.
Pretty soon they were lying on the bed next to him, still kissing one another. John could feel them next to him, but as yet he didn't see them. He just knew that he felt these two bodies on one side of him. He didn't have the strength though to turn over and see what they were doing.
While they kissed, both Jane and Cindy began to grab for one another's pussies. They grabbed at each other hard and held on with all their might. This was what they wanted, this was what they both wanted, and would always want. Or so they now thought. They didn't need John. They didn't need him at all. They didn't need any man.
John managed to get up, and without looking down on the bed to see what Jane and Cindy were doing he staggered to the bathroom where he collapsed inside the shower. He just managed to turn on the water and feel its cold spray. It seemed to bring him to, but not completely as yet.
He stuck his head completely under it and really felt its spray then. He seemed to be coming out of it. The cuts on his body hint more than ever, but he liked that. He turned the water on full so that he could get the full effect that way. Then he turned off the cold water and turned on the hot water. He turned it on full.
Then he turned off the hot water and turned the cold water back on. He kept doing that over and over. First the cold, and then the hot. He was killing himself this way, but he loved it. He was going out of his mind, but he kept it up. He would keep it up just as long as he could take it.
Just how long that would be was hard to tell at this point. He was already on the verge of collapse, but still he kept it up. He would keep it up just as long as he possibly could. Cold. Hot. Cold. Hot. And then cold again. He was turning them on full blast each and every time.
Finally, he turned off the water and stepped outside the shower. He was shivering and burning up at the same time. He was almost in a state of shock. That was too much for him and he knew it. It felt good though, and his body was shaking all over from the ordeal he had put it through.
Without drying himself, he went back to the bedroom. Cindy and Jane were in a sixty-nine position and were really going at each other. It was a repeat of the other night when Cindy had been with that other one. What was her name now? Rita? Yes, that was it. Rita.
He could still see Cindy with Rita and still hear their sucking sounds. Just then he opened his eyes, and there she was with Jane. They were making loud sucking sounds, and he could see their heads bobbing up and down between each other's legs. The two of them were going wild.
Neither one of them knew he was in the room, and it looked as if they didn't care to know he was in the room. Look at them, he thought. Two lesbians. Both of them. I should have known that about Cindy all the time. I wonder how many other cunts she's eaten out over the years.
They always told me in college that she was a les, only I didn't believe them. I remember how some of the guys used to tell me that they knew that she was having an affair with the girls' phys ed instructor. It was obvious that that old bag was a dye, but I never believed the stories about Cindy.
I guess I should have believed them after all. From the looks of things, they were really true. I'll bet that old bag really ate her out back then. I'll bet a lot of other cunts ate her out too, and I'm sure she did the same to them. Look at her eat this one out. She's really going at it. Really getting her tongue in that other one's cunt.
I'll bet they're all lesbians, every single one of them. Even that Ruby. Even Linda. Every single female in the whole world. They all want to get at each other's cunts and eat each other out. Thinking that, he felt a stabbing sensation in c ck. It was as if he was being castrated.
That's why they do it, he thought to himself. They do it to castrate us. They want to cut off our balls and cock and hang them up as trophies. That's what they really want. I just know it. I can just see them trying to castrate me. I know that's what they both want to do.
They can't fool me 'cause I know. I know what they're really after. They're after my cock. Well, they won't get it. They won't. I'll get the two of them first. I'll get them good. Just see if I don't. Thinking that he grabbed one of the chains off die floor and tore into Cindy who was on top.
He got her right across the ass and made her roll off Jane. He went after her even harder now. He tore right into her and she screamed at him to stop. He didn't though. He forgot all about Jane and just went after Cindy. In the meantime, without John seeing her, Jane managed to get off the bed. She sneaked around behind him and jumped on his back.
She knocked him to the floor and sat on top of him. She had taken him completely by surprise and he was unable to fight back effectively. Cindy was now off the bed, and they both sat on him. Then they turned him over on his back. Jane sat down on his stomach and Cindy sat right on his face.
The way Jane was sitting on John her ass was rubbing against his cock. John got his tongue right up into Cindy's cunt right away and began twisting it around inside her. He really got into her good. She began squirming all over his face, and bouncing up and down on him.
He liked the way she was doing that, and he hoped that she would keep it up for quite some time to come. Apparently she was going to, too. He could feel his cock getting hard now and he could feel Jane moving her cunt over it. His cock was lying flat between his stomach and her pussy and she was rubbing her cunt lips back and forth on it.
Her cunt lips were soft and wet. They were all sticky from her own come. He could feel them getting wetter yet. He couldn't see a thing because Cindy's ass was covering his entire face. His nose was pressed up against her asshole and he could smell it without any trouble at all.
Between her cunt and her asshole, her odor was staggering. He loved it though, and he stirred up her sex juices with his tongue so she would smell even more. That's it, he thought, really knock me out with your smell. That's what I want it to do to me. I want it to really knock me out.
Jane was still rubbing her cunt lips back and forth on his cock, and they were wetter yet.
He couldn't believe how soft they were. They were like two soft sponges, like two velvet gloves. Finally she held his cock up in the air and sat right down on it so that it all went up inside her.
That was something else, the way she did that. He could feel himself easing inside her, and then she rammed right down on him all the way. That really sent shivers through him, and at the same time Cindy was bouncing up and down on his face just as hard as she could.
They were both bouncing up and down on him just as hard as they could. When she thought he was going to come too quickly though Jane slowed up. Cindy was coming all over his mouth now, and her come was running over his chin and down on his neck. Her come was hot, sticky, and just the way he liked it to be.
That made him lift his hips and drive his cock deep into Jane's cunt, while at the same time he drove his tongue deeper in Cindy's cunt. Both of them had nice soft insides and he wanted to explore them both to the fullest, and that's just what he was doing now. He was exploring them both to the fullest.
He could feel Jane's cunt muscles closing in around him as her cunt lips formed a vice around his cock. She had him inside her and she meant to keep him there. She was raising and lowering herself just as slowly as she could so that his cock slid almost all the way out an inch at a time, and then slid all the way back in, an inch at a time.
Just what that was doing to him was something he would never have been able to describe. It was as if he was getting fucked for the first time in his life. It was all so new to him, and he just wanted to let it overwhelm him, which it was doing. With Cindy still coming in his mouth, he was in convulsions.
Finally he felt himself exploding inside Jane's cunt, just as he felt her orgasm exploding all over his cock. They seemed to merge in one tidal wave. It was really something the way it made them both feel. He could tell that she felt everything that he did. She just had to.
What he didn't know was that all the time they were bouncing up and down on him, Cindy on his face, and Jane on his cock, the two of them were grabbing at each other's tits, and kissing each passionately on the mouth. The two women were hot for each other and what they were doing to John was only making them hotter for each other.
"His cock is way up inside me," Jane was saying to Cindy, watching the pained expression on her face. "It's way up inside me and it's doing all kinds of wonderful things. Boy, is it doing wonderful things to me. Don't you wish you had a cock? Then you could fuck me the way John is.
"That's the whole thing, Cindy. John can fuck me and you can't. You'd have to get an artificial cock and fuck me with that. I'll bet you'd like to do that, wouldn't you? I'll just bet you would. I have a dildo in my draw. Want to use that on me later?
"I can see it in your face that that's what you want to do. Only right now you wish you had a cock of your own like John's got a cock of his own. Why don't you cut it off him and sew it on yourself? That way you would have a cock of your own. Of course it would be John's cock really, and not yours.
"Let's face it, you'll never have a cock of your own. Never one of your own. I like John's cock. I really do like John's cock. It's so big, and it's way up inside me, and it's doing all these marvelous things to my inside. It's rubbing against all parts of my pussy, and rubbing against them hard.
"He's really going after me. Really he is. Every time he goes all the way in, I feel a tremor going through me. I feel it go right to the top of my head. I feel it and it sends waves through me. My cunt is quivering all around his cock, and I don't think it'll ever stop quivering. No, it never will. It'll be quivering even when he's not inside me.
"I mean, I like having your tongue inside me, but it can't compare to his cock. It just can't, and you can't expect it to. You jut can't. You just have to accept the fact that a cock is harder and bigger and stronger than a tongue. Besides your tongue doesn't shoot out come like his cock does.
"His cock shoots out long streams of wonderful creamy white, honey sweet, real sticky come that smells so good and just burns the inside of my cunt. Does it ever burn the inside of my cunt? I'm on fire now, and he hasn't even come yet. Just wait till he does come, that'll be something.
"The faster I go on him, the more he bums. His cock re inside me.
It really is. It's burning up. I can feel it about to explode. There it goes. Yes, there it goes. I'm exploding too. I really am. I'm busting out, and he's busting out inside me. Wow, what a cock he has! What a cock! "
The three of them were perfectly still now. Jane was panting and so was Cindy. Cindy looked at Jane with this pained expression on her face. She could tell that Jane had liked fucking John the way she had. She hadn't just been saying those things. She really meant them.
Cindy got up before the tears could come to her eyes. She ran out of the room and into the living room where she fell on the couch consumed by her tears. She was choking on them. From the bedroom she could hear Jane's vicious laughter. Jane was laughing at the top of her lungs.
This only made Cindy cry all the more, which only made Jane laugh all the more. Then she thought she heard John laughing. Yes, he was laughing also. The two of them were laughing at her. Where were her clothes? In the bedroom? She couldn't go back there.
They were both lauding at her, and she just couldn't face either of them.
Maybe she could kill herself. But how? With a knife? Would she cut her wrist? Could she strangle herself with a rope or something? What could she do? She just didn't want to live any more. There was no reason for her to want to live any more. What reason could she possibly have now?
She thought she heard footsteps, but when she turned to see who it was, there was no one. She thought she heard them going at it again. She thought she heard noise coming from the bedroom. Were they fucking again? If they were, she'd kill them both. That's what she'd do. She'd kill them.
She walked back into the bedroom and there they were at it again. Jane was lying on top of him and they were fucking away. They were really getting at it. She never acted that passionate towards me, Cindy thought bitterly. And why not, I ask you. Why couldn't she have?
I might have known she was a cock lover all the time. That's what she really wants. She wants cock and nothing but cock. I thought she wanted my pussy, but she doesn't. She wants his or any other cock she can get a hold of. Just look at the way she's sliding up and down on his pole.
Cindy was standing just behind them and she could see John's cock going up inside Jane's pussy. She could see Jane's cunt lips closing in around him. As his cock slid out, she could see the coating of sticky come that was all over it. There was a thick coating of it.
The smell that was coming from between their legs was something. Then she saw the large shaft going right back inside and she heard the noise it made as it did this. Every time it slipped back inside Jane's cunt, it made a swishing noise. Cindy blocked her ears with her hands so she wouldn't hear it.
Cindy didn't think she would be able to take much more of this. They were really driving her mad. What could she do though? Kill them? Kill herself? She didn't know what to do. She picked up a chain off the floor but then she dropped it just as quickly as she had picked it up. That wasn't what she wanted to do. That's what she wanted Jane to do to her.
Still, if she did it to Jane, then Jane might turn around and do it to her. She had to take the chance. She could tell that they were on the verge of orgasm. She could just tell that. She could tell by the way Jane was going after him and the way her body was trembling.
Cindy picked up the chain and whacked it across Jane's a s. That must have brought her to climax that much sooner. Jane was really shaking now. She was going into spasms and so was John. They were both shaking. Cindy whacked Jane again across the ass. This had the same effect.
Jane was lying perfectly still on top of John. Perfectly still. She didn't look as if she was ever going to move again. I'll make her move, Cindy thought. I'll really make her move. Again she swung out at Jane's ass. Jane responded this time. She responded with a very loud yell. Then she jumped to her feet and faced Cindy.
The look on Jane's face was that of an angry beast. Cindy dropped the chain and backed off. She was afraid of Jane, deathly afraid. Jane picked up the fallen chain and Cindy ran out of the room with Jane after her. Cindy ran all through the house until Jane cornered her in the kitchen.
Cindy had her back up against the stove, and Jane was directly in front of her. Cindy could feel herself perspiring profusely. Go ahead and hit me if that's what you're going to do, Cindy wanted to yell out, but the words got stuck in her throat. She couldn't utter a sound.
CHAPTER NINE
The two women just stood there facing each other. Neither one of them said anything as yet. Neither one of them could say anything as yet. Finally Jane spoke up.
"You were jealous, weren't you?" Jane asked. "Of course you were. I know that. I've always known it."
"Think you're so smart, don't you?" Cindy cried out.
Jane just broke out laughing. "I know I'm smart. Down on your knees bitch. Down on your knees and kiss the ground in front of me. Kiss it so I can hear it too. Make it one hell of a loud smack. Really loud, bitch."
Cindy fell on her knees just as she was told and kissed the floor right in front of Jane's feet. She did it again and again, running her tongue all-over the floor as well. Then she kissed Jane's feet, and Jane let her for a while until she kicked her in the mouth.
Cindy could feel the blood forming on her lip and inside her mouth. She had bitten herself when Jane kicked her, and she had bitten herself hard. Jane was laughing all the more because of it. John was in the doorway and he was laughing also. Or at least she thought she saw him in the doorway.
She looked again but John wasn't in the doorway. He was nowhere around. Her eyes were playing tricks on her again. Her mind was playing tricks on her. She didn't know what she saw any more, and she didn't know what to think. Life was too confusing for her.
She was still on her knees in front of Jane. Jane looked down at her and then she took a knife out of a draw, heated it over the gas flame on the stove, and then she began to carve her initials in Cindy's upper arm. She dug in real deep and when she was through she laughed all the louder.
The woman's insane, Cindy thought. She's really insane. Her arm was really burning her now. It really was. It was on fire. She looked at it and saw Jane's two initials. They were small, but they were quite recognizable. Cindy looked at them and it made her happy to know that those initials would always be there for anyone to see. She'd show them to John first thing.
Jane noticed how Cindy was admiring her arm. She really digs that, Jane said to herself. She loves knowing that she belongs to me, and she does. She does belong to me, and she always will. As long as I want her, she'll belong to me. She'll belong to me always.
Jane grabbed Cindy by the hair and pulled her up to her feet. Then she kissed her roughly on the mouth and then she slapped her as hard as she could. Cindy fell back against the stove. It was then that the doorbell rang.
"What do you know?" Jane said. "Another customer."
Jane went to the door and opened it. There was Linda in a blouse and mini skirt. They stood there looking at each other for a while and then Jane stepped aside and let Linda enter.
"I have one in the kitchen," Jane announced, "and another one in the bedroom."
"John and Cindy?" Linda asked.
Jane smiled broadly. "Let's check out the kitchen first."
Cindy was still leaning against the stove when they got there, and she was panting for breath. Jane went over and poked her in the stomach.
"Look alive, we have company."
Cindy looked at Linda and smiled weakly. Linda returned the smile.
"I might have known I'd find you here," Linda said. "I've been calling your house all afternoon and no one's answered. I should have come out a lot sooner. It looks as if I've missed all the fun."
"That's where you're wrong," Jane broke in. "The fun is just beginning. Isn't it, Cindy dear? Ask Cindy, shell tell you. The fun is just beginning. Actually we were getting bored with each other. We've been waiting for some new blood to appear on the scene-no pun intended.
"You're just the one we've been waiting for too. Yes, I can see that already you're just the one we've been waiting for. You have a good set of jugs and a nice pair of thighs. I can tell that your cunt is moist already, thinking about what you've gotten yourself in for, and it'll get wetter yet."
The three women were in a stand off, or so it seemed. Jane then started for the bedroom and the other two followed behind her. Both Cindy and Linda had their eyes glued to Jane's swaying ass. Jane realized this and she exaggerated the motions of it considerably.
In the bedroom, John was still lying on the floor. He was half asleep and he just barely heard them when they came into the room. He looked up with his half closed eyes and tried to say something, but he couldn't. There was just nothing he could say at a time like this.
He wondered just what the three of them had in mind.
He looked at Linda and wondered how much longer she was going to keep her clothes on.
He knew he wanted to fuck her, but he also knew that he'd never be able to get it up. Jane had finished him off and he was through for the day.
He wouldn't be able to get it up again for a week, or so he now thought. His cock felt like a limp dried out prune. It just hung there and he didn't think that he would ever be able to bring it back to life. Never in a million years would he be able to do that.
Linda was standing beside him now, looking down into his bloodshot eyes. She was half smiling and half frowning. I wonder what she's thinking, he said to himself. I just wonder. She looks like she wants to do something evil. Then both Cindy and Jane grabbed her and threw her down on the bed and began to rip off her clothes. They were like madwomen.
Linda lay on her back while the other two screaming females ripped at her clothing. There was nothing else she could do. When she was totally naked each of them began to suck on one of her breasts. Linda could feel their mouths all over her tits, and she could feel her nipples getting rigid.
At the same time she could feel each of them sticking a finger up her cunt. They were both fingering her. It felt so good to have two fingers inside of her and not just one. It was almost like having a cock inside her. Their two fingers combined were almost as thick as one cock. Then they both put in two fingers, and that felt even better.
They were really going after her tits, biting into them now, and they were scratching at her cunt with their long nails. They dug right into her cunt lips and deep inside her pussy. She felt one of them reach around back and put her finger inside her asshole.
It was almost impossible for her to tell which one of them was doing what to her. Linda had her eyes closed and she just let them do whatever they wanted. She reached down blindly until she had her hand on one of their tits and she squeezed. The hot flesh felt good in her hand.
Pretty soon she could feel one of them sucking out her cunt. She was on her side now, and one of them was working on her cunt and the other on her asshole. They were both getting their tongues right in there and digging away. Linda could feel her sex juices starting to flow.
She really felt good inside. Really felt as if her whole body was floating in space. She liked that feeling too. Liked the way her head was floating above the clouds. The tongue inside her pussy was way up inside her now, and moving in and out just like a cock would have.
She opened her eyes to see who was doing what. It was Jane who was eating out her pussy and so it had to be Cindy who was eating out her asshole. Jane's pussy was right in front of her face and she went right after it. She began to rim it, pushing her tongue as hard as she could into die cunt lips.
Jane's cunt was moist already, and Linda could tell that she had been eaten out plenty before this, and that she had also been fucked. John's come was still inside her and she could taste it. Linda licked up all the dry come and that which was still sticky and went after getting Jane to make some more.
It was obvious that that was what Jane wanted to do. She wanted to make as much come as possible. It was all pouring out of her now, and Linda was getting it all. At the same time she could feel herself coming. The come was just pouring out of her now.
Only Cindy wasn't coming at that moment, and pretty soon she was fingering herself to make herself come like they were. Eventually the three women just lay on the bed panting away like three long distance runners. None of them seemed to have any energy left, and they all lay there gasping for breath.
"Did you forget me?" John asked from the floor.
Jane was the first one up. "No we haven't forgotten you. Cindy, get his other arm and help me get him up."
Together Jane and Cindy lifted John up and held him between them.
"Okay," Jane said to Linda, "let him have it right in the groin. Really kick him good." Linda was up on her feet in a second. She reared back and kicked John in the groin just as hard as she possibly could. John almost doubled over, but Cindy and Jane managed to hold him up. They held him up long enough for Linda to kick him again. Then they let him go and all three started to kick him.
John lay curled up in a ball. Jane then decided that this was no good. "Let's put on some boots, and really let him have it." And that's just what they did. They all put on boots and then they went at him again. This time, they dug much deeper into his skin.
They really hurt him this time. With boots on they tore his flesh open. John could feel the steel toes digging into him everywhere. In his thighs, his legs, the small of his back, and even his neck. There too he felt the sharp sting of their boots.
"Harder," he yelled. "Kick me harder."
And they did just that. They kicked him as hard as they possibly could. They kept on kicking him until he had passed out. Then they went after each other. It wasn't long before they were all too tired to go on. Cindy was the first to pass out, and then Jane. Linda still had some energy left.
Knowing they would all want a cold drink later on, Linda went into the kitchen and went into the refrigerator and took out bottles of soda. She filled some glasses with ice and then filled the glasses with soda. She took some extra ice with her, put everything on a tray and carried it back into the bedroom.
Cindy was just waking up. Linda put the tray down, took an ice cube and shoved it up between Cindy's legs. She did the same to Jane, and the same to John. Only with John she did it a lot harder, they were all awake now and Linda handed them the glasses of soda.
Cindy and Jane were still seated on the bed, John was on the floor, and Linda was standing. They were all extra quiet and no one wanted to be the first to talk. Finally Jane spoke up.
"Since this is my house, I guess I should be the one to say something," she said. "You know, I don't mind you people dropping by, but I'd wish you'd call first.
"Now Cindy here called. She told me she was coming over. But you other two didn't. Now, by all rights I should have given the whole day to Cindy, but I didn't. I gave part of the day to you two. Now if I was Cindy I'd resent the two of you for breaking in on her day. I really would.
"I really don't care one way or the other, but from now on I'd wish you would call. I can see that I'm going to be very busy while I'm here. Very busy. I can't accommodate you all at once, so I'll have to have some sort of system. Maybe we can do it on an appointment basis."
"Just where is Frank?" John then asked.
"He's supposed to be here too."
"I don't know where Frank is, and I don't care to know where he is."
"Well, we sure as hell care," John said, getting to his feet. "We sure as hell do. He's supposed to be here just like you. That's what we're paying the two of you for. We're paying you both good money. Now where the hell is that lazy so-and-so?"
"I told you, I don't know."
"Did you hear that, girls?" John yelled out in anger. "She doesn't know. What the hell are we paying these people for when only one of them stays on the job. Why pay two for the work of one. I say we're getting gypped on this deal."
Both Linda and Cindy were on their feet now.
"Yeah," Linda joined in, "I think we're getting gypped too. I think these two are taking our money and not giving us anything in return."
"I gave you people plenty," Jane yelled. "That's not the point," John said. "The two of you are supposed to be in this house at all times. We're not paying you to go running around."
"You're damn right we're not paying you to run around," Cindy then said. "We're paying you to be here when we want you. That means you stay in this house twenty four hours a day. You don't leave it for anything. After all we don't want the rest of the town to see you.
That's why we put you out here."
"Now you just better tell that husband of yours," John said, "-that is if he really is your husband-you better tell him that the next time this happens, we're going to fix his ass and fix it good. We aren't putting up with this nonsense. We aren't. And you better tell him that."
"Don't you threaten me," Jane said, getting to her feet. "I can walk out of here anytime I damn well please, and don't you forget it." John pushed her down on the bed. "Well just see about that."
"You get the hell out of here," Jane yelled. "Girls," John said, "tie her to the bed. We'll show her that she's working for us, and not the other way around. Yeah, we'll show her all right. Well show her good."
Cindy and Linda both grabbed hold of Jane and tied her arms and legs to the bed. They had her spread-eagled on the bed and she couldn't move a muscle. She was powerless. She began screaming at the top of her lungs. It was then that John jumped up on the bed and began pissing in her face.
"I've wanted to do this for a long time now," John said. "Ever since I met you I've wanted to do this."
He aimed his piss right for her mouth and laughed as she gagged on it.
"What's the matter, don't it taste good?" he asked. "Hey, girls, she doesn't think my piss tastes good. What do you think about that?"
"I think I ought to piss in her face then," Linda said replacing John on the bed. "Maybe she'll like mine better."
Linda sat down just above Jane's face and began to piss. Again Jane gagged on the piss that went into her mouth and down her throat. Linda, Cindy and John all broke out into hysterics.
"I don't think she likes your piss any better than she liked mine," John said.
"She just doesn't know when she's well off," Linda said, getting to her feet.
"What should we do to her now?" Cindy asked.
And then John remembered what Jane and Frank had done to him that first time in their apartment in the city with the pins.
"Get some common pins and some matches and I'll show you what we can do."
Cindy and Linda gathered the pins and the matches while John stayed in the bedroom with Jane.
"You're going to be sorry you talked back to us," he said. "You'll soon learn that you and Frank are really the slaves here, not us. We have hired you to do a job, and we mean to see to it that you do it the way we want you to do it, and not the way you choose to do it.
"We hired two people and we mean to get the services of two people, not just one. If we had only wanted the services of one person, we only would have hired one person. Now, when dear Frank gets back, you just better tell him that he doesn't go driving around on our time. And our time is all the time. You two are to be here twenty four hours a day. And after this, you will be here twenty four hours a day."
Cindy and Linda came back with the matches and pins and gave them to John. He told them what to do and they began to stick pins into Jane all over her body. Jane fought back the tears but to no avail. Soon she was sobbing hysterically. When they had used up all the pins, John began to heat them.
He did them one at a time. Pretty soon Cindy and Linda were doing it also. With the three of them all heating pins at the same time, it wasn't long before they had heated them all, and were then heating each pin a second time. The agony on Jane's face was apparent.
"Make sure you tell Frank what I told you," John said. "This will prove to you both that we don't like to be cheated. You people made an agreement with us, and you're going to stick to it. We've kept our part of the bargain. We've given you this house, a car, money, and everything else you could possibly need. What we want from you is co-operation."
As he said this, he began to heat more of the pins a third time, and then a fourth time. Jane was in more than just agony now. The pain she felt was beyond belief. She had never in her life felt pain like this. She had done this very thing to many people but no one had ever done it to her.
Not even Frank had ever done this to her, and he had done almost everything else. He had beaten her enough times so that she was oblivious to being whipped with a whip or chain, but this was not like that at all. This burning sensation that she felt seemed to consume her.
John, Cindy, and Linda stood back from the bed now and just looked down at Jane who was sobbing hysterically. She seemed to be on the verge of mental collapse. They all felt proud of themselves and began to laugh loudly. They laughed so loud and so hard that they were soon rolling on the floor.
"Just look at that face," Cindy squealed.
"Yeah, just look at it," Linda joined in.
"It certainly is pathetic, isn't it?" John roared.
"Pathetic isn't the word," Cindy replied.
"I think we ought to give them a new job. Instead of them beating us, let us beat them," Linda suggested.
"I think that's a great idea," John decided.
"Yes, so do I," Cindy agreed.
"Well, we all agree on that," Linda added.
"You be sure and tell Frank all about that now," John continued. "You tell him that we've found a new job for the two of you. You're not going to be the slave masters any more. No, from now on you're going to be the slaves. That's what we really need out here, slaves."
The three of them all grabbed whips in the next room and came back and used them on Jane with the pins still sticking in her. They tore into her flesh, making her bleed all over. All three whips came down on at the same time, each and every time. They laughed as they beat her.
"I love this," Cindy yelled.
"I love it too," Linda spoke up.
"What should we do next?" Cindy asked.
"I say, let's leave her so that the other one will know that we mean business," John suggested. "When he gets back he'll see what we intend to do to them if they double-cross us again. We don't ever want him double-crossing us again. We just can't have that. Not after we've paid them good money. I mean we took them out of the slums and gave them a decent place to live, and this is how they treat us. I say, it's time we put a stop to that and put a stop to it right now."
Cindy and Linda both agreed. John wrote a note and pinned it on Jane's body. They all left at that point, getting in their respective cars and driving off. Linda drove to John and Cindy's house, and when they had all arrived, they sat around the kitchen table talking about what they had just done.
"We really did it," Linda said, more amazed now by what they had done than she had been when they were actually doing it.
"Yes, we really did do it, didn't we?" Cindy laughed hysterically.
"I always knew we had it in us," John then added.
"I knew it before you did," Cindy spoke up.
"I doubt that very much," John then said in his own defense. "I believe that I have known it for quite some time. Just last Saturday I did a job on Linda there and she can tell you that. I lit into her like a regular sadist, and I was certain then that the rest of our crowd could do the same. Especially you. I always knew you had it in you."
"Oh you did, did you?" Cindy yelled back at him.
"I most certainly did," John replied.
"And how come you never told me?" Cindy asked.
"I figured that someday you'd discover it for yourself."
"You're just saying that now to save face. You never knew any such thing."
"Are you calling me a liar?" John demanded, jumping to his feet.
"You're worse than a liar. Much worse."
"You take that back this minute," he demanded.
"I will like hell."
"I said, take it back, and I mean it."
"And I said, I will like hell." Cindy was on her feet now.
"I'll fix you good for this," John yelled, grabbing at her.
Cindy avoided his reach and backed off. John went after her now and pretty soon he was chasing her around the house. He caught up with her just before she could dash outside. He wrestled her to the floor, and in the process he managed to get his belt off. He got to his feet and began using it on her.
Linda, who had been watching all this, soon joined in. She grabbed a belt out of John's closet and went after Cindy with the same fury that John did. They beat her senseless almost and then they went after each other. They were both absolutely wild at that point, screaming at each other, and at Cindy. Cindy just lay in a heap on the floor, unable to move. When she finally did move, it was no great distance.
CHAPTER TEN
Jane lay in her bed unable to move. They had tied her tightly to the bedposts and there was nothing she could do to get loose. Nothing at all. She wondered where Frank could have gone to and if he was ever coming back. Right now it didn't seem as if he was ever coming back and she was beginning to worry.
Suppose he didn't come back. She might stay like this for the rest of her life. Of course there was always the chance that someone would come by. One of the others who would untie her. If John or Cindy or Linda came back, they just might decide to leave her like this.
Right now she really couldn't think straight. All she could think about was she wanted to get loose and stretch her muscles. They were all tightened up now and her stomach was in knots and she felt sick. Those damn pins were still in her, and some of them were still hot.
Jane could hardly wait to get them both under her whip. This time she really meant to do a job on them. She really did. Just then the door opened. She had an awful fear that they had come back to do something else to her. She was perfectly quiet, trying not to make a sound.
Then Frank walked in the room and she breathed a sigh of relief. When he first saw her, he started to laugh. And then she told him what had happened. He looked at her in disbelief, and then he snapped out of it long enough to untie her and help her take all the pins out of her body.
"I don't understand it," he said, "those people are supposed to be masochists. They're supposed to dig pain. That's why they brought us out here in the first place. What's come over them?"
"I don't know what's come over them, but I'll tell you one thing," Jane said, "we're going to that John and Cindy's house tonight after they've both gone to bed, and we're going to do a job on them that they won't ever forget. Not for a long time will they ever forget it."
Frank was in agreement. "You better believe it," he said. "Who the hell do these people think they're fooling around with? A couple of amateurs?"
"We'll show them that they're not," Jane answered.
They both smiled at each other. Jane then got up and took a shower and treated her battered body. Then they got dressed in their leather outfits and got the things ready that they would need that evening.
"As I was driving around," Frank said, "I found this place where we can take them, It's way out in the sticks. No one will hear a thing out there. We'll take them there, tie them to a' tree and beat them like they used to do in the old days."
Frank and Jane were both ready now. They looked at their watches and tried to decide what would be the best time.
"I say we play it safe," Frank said. "We'll go over to their place around two. We'll do a job on them there and then take them out to this other place and do a complete job on them there. This way, we'll really get them good."
Jane was perfectly agreeable to that idea. The hard part was waiting for it to happen. She could feel the excitement mounting in her loins as she thought about it. How she just loved to use her whip on people. It was the only thing in life that she had ever really enjoyed.
She kept looking at her watch because she was becoming very impatient. Then she went out into the garage and began working on the dummy they kept out there. She tore into her, a fury in each swing. She caught it around the neck, and then around the head, and then across its stomach. She had it ripped to shreds in no time.
Frank came out to the garage to watch her, and then he also began to work on the dummy. He ripped one completely to shreds and then he also put up another one. Finally they went after each other after a while. They both loved the sound that the whips made when they came in contact with leather.
They rolled around on the floor, cursing and grabbing for one another. Finally they lay perfectly still in a heap. They slipped out of their leather outfits and began to rub each other's bodies. They rubbed each other just as hard as they possibly could and pretty coon they were in a sixty-nine position.
Jane had his cock well in her mouth, and she was sucking on it greedily. She really had as much of it in her mouth as she could get, but she wanted more. She wanted to get it all in her mouth even though she knew that was impossible. He had such a big cock. Such a tremendous cock.
He had his tongue deep inside her now, after sucking all around her cunt lips. He had sucked hard on her cunt lips until they were sore and swollen. He was still sucking on them some as he drove his tongue deep inside her wide open pussy. Her juices were flowing already, giving off a rich, pungent odor that he loved to smell.
He inhaled it deeply, letting it make him dizzy. He just loved the smell of her cunt, as he always had. But then he loved the smell of any woman's cunt, not just hers. He thought this as he pushed his tongue harder and harder each time. He was using his tongue the same way he would have used his cock.
It was trembling in her mouth, and she knew that before long it would be coming. She could hardly wait for it to do that. She remembered how it had felt the last time, and she was sure that it would be twice as good this time. She could just feel his wad building up inside him, and she knew that when he came, it would be in a large explosion.
She still kept sucking on him the whole time and was now biting into his cock and making it sore. Making it real sore. He was biting into her cunt now as her come poured into his mouth. His tongue wasn't idle by any means. He was working it in and out and going faster and faster all the time.
Finally they both just lay there, both of them unable to move. Their mouths were both filled with each other's come, and they were both having a hard time swallowing it all. They had each other's come all over their faces, and even in their hair. He had even rubbed his nose in her pussy at one point.
They lay there for quite some time smelling one another. They even began to lick out each other's ass. When they got up they were covered with the smell of one another. They kissed passionately and then got dressed. It was almost time. They got into the car and drove off.
On the way over, they didn't say a word to each other. They were both quiet as if they got into the car and drove off.
On the way over, they didn't say a word to each other. They were both quiet as if they were going to an execution. And in a way, that's just what it was. Frank drove steadily, but not too fast. He didn't want any police car to stop them and see them the way they were dressed. Their outfits would give them away for sure, and the whips were well in view on the back seat.
They pulled into the driveway and stopped. They just sat in the car for a while looking at each other.
"Should we go in the front or back?" Jane asked.
"I think we should go in the back," Frank answered.
"I think we should too."
"Which one do you want to beat the worst?" he asked.
There was no question about that as far as she was concerned. "Him," she replied.
"You haven't still got the hots for that cunt, have you?" he then asked.
"Not any more I don't," she replied.
"But you did have the hots for her, didn't you?"
"For a while."
"Did she eat you out?" he asked.
"Yes, she did. A few times."
"Did you like it?"
"At the time I did. I liked it very much."
"Would you let her do it again?"
"Not a chance. I'd never let that bitch near me again as long as I live."
"That's all I wanted to hear," he said, getting out his side of the car.
It was easy getting in. Now they had to decide where the bedroom was. Neither of them had been in this house before, and they didn't know their way around in the dark. They walked very slowly so they wouldn't bump into anything and make any unnecessary noise that would wake their intended victims. They want ed to catch them by surprise.
There on the bed were two sleeping forms. They were in luck. The two of them were sleeping in one bed. They walked closer until they were standing right by the bed.
"Should I or should you?" Jane asked.
"I'll let you," he said. "You owe them more than I do. You're the one they did the job on. Make it a good one though, and then I'll come in right after you. That way they won't know what hit them, and we'll have them completely at our mercy. We'll beat them until they're almost blacked out, and then we'll take them out in the car and drive them to that place I was telling you about."
Jane winked at him and then she swung out with her whip. The whip came down across both their bodies and woke them up immediately. Frank used his whip on them next, and the two of them kept up a constant barrage.
John felt both whips coming down on him and he could feel his skin being tom away. He screamed at the top of his lungs, and then he felt the whip across his mouth. That hurt worst of all.
"Now, you'll see just who is whose slave," Jane yelled. "You thought you had me scared, didn't you? Well, let me tell you this, no one scares me. No one at all."
Jane and Frank looked down at the two tom bodies on the bed and broke into hysterics. When they finally managed to get control of themselves they tied both John and Cindy up and carried them out t' the car, one at a time, and drove off.
While Frank drove, Jane curled the whip in her hand and slapped it down on John's bare ass. John couldn't scream out because he was gagged and the gag was in his mouth quite securely. His ass was bleeding profusely now and Jane loved the sight of his blood. It made her eyes light up and made her cunt twitch even more than it was already. It was making her dizzy, as she beat him all the harder.
Finally they were there and Frank was parking the car. He carried John out first and tied him to a tree, and then did the same to Cindy.
Frank and Jane just stood back and looked at their two willing victims. John and Cindy were both anticipating their beatings they were going to get, and the fact that they were tied to a tree made it all the more exciting. It was like the old days that you read about in the history books.
The whip tore in John's groin area, his chest, his thighs and his legs. Jane began kicking him with her heavy boots as hard as she possibly could. The pain was almost unreal at that point. He didn't see how he could take much more, no matter how much he wanted it or loved it. She was kicking him all over now. She began whipping him again and again and again. It was tearing him up and he didn't know what to do. But then, there was nothing he could do.
