Her New Name—Part 3

(MMmF/F, d/s, humil, bdsm, inc, moth-teen/son)

By SM

 

When Kari tried to clean off the writing on her tits, her skin was too sore, so she finally had to just leave the embarrassing words showing.  The other problem was actually embarrassing in itself.  The only way to get enough pressure on the top side of her boobs to scrub was to grab the nipples hard enough to pull them out, and that made her aroused.  The longer she squeezed her nipples and pulled, the hornier she would get, so she’d have to scrub until she was about to cum, and then let go.

Her nipples had always been one of her strongest erogenous zones, and sometimes she would cum just from her ex-husband playing and sucking on her tits.  It had also been very common when they were fucking on the bed with her sitting on his lap that he would grab her by the nipples and pull them up—and the orgasms from that pain were always very strong.

 

After her shower, she lay in bed and thought about all that had happened.  In just a few short weeks, she had moved from a life of sex only occasionally when she rubbed herself in the shower to being a “cumslut” and a “whore.”  In just a few days, she’d had more orgasms than she could count, even passing out from them several times.

She also was a bit confused by what she felt—part of her was shocked, appalled, even grossed out and repulsed by what had happened.  But, the other part of her was enamored by the huge feeling that she was finally being sexually fulfilled.  When things got rolling, she hadn’t been able to even voice much protest or stop any of it, as if she had no power over what they were doing to her or even over her own body.

 

One thing she knew, though.  She couldn’t stop now.  She was going back—and that was another curious reality.  She could justify it by saying to herself that if she didn’t, they would show that video online and everyone would see her naked and sucking like a slut.  But, then a part of her was aroused by that thought, too.  

 

She got word via email that she was to show up for work at Bob and Desirae’s on Thursday night at 5pm, and she was to wear a dress and heels.  They didn’t say anything about her bra or panties, and she hadn’t had a chance to shop for a push-up bra or a thong, so that left her uncertain about them.

Work at the library seemed ok, but somewhat dull in comparison to that “other” job.  She hadn’t really felt that way before, but now something had changed, something was different.  Every now and then, she would have flashes of memory about those events, and she could not control the surge of horniness that always came with them.  Unfortunately, the strongest of those surges were when she thought about being totally exposed and humiliated sexually, and started wondering what else was going to happen like that.

 

Most of Thursday at the library, she was almost shaky with nervousness, to the point that one of her co-workers asked if she was ok.  She said, “yeah . . . I’m fine . . . really, I’m fine.”  As she turned away, she blushed, though, and got busy to hide it.  She couldn’t talk about any of it, ever, she knew that—or someone would step in and try to stop it, and that would likely be a disaster.

That evening, she wore a medium length dress, because the shorter one hadn’t been washed yet, and finally decided just to wear regular bra and panties, with the plan to tell them that she hadn’t had time to shop for any replacements.  As she drove over to their large house, she could feel her pussy getting hot and wet and her nipples growing hard and pointed, although she tried not to think about what was ahead for the night.

When the door opened to let her in, she found herself facing Fred and Desirae.

“Just what do you think you’re wearing?”

“uh . . . uhm . . . I haven’t had time to get any more clothes . . . and the short dress  . . . uh . . . hasn’t been washed yet.”

 

Desirae looked at Fred and said, “Well, it seems it’s time to show our little cuntslut what it’s like to be punished around here.”  She walked up to Kari, who was wide-eyed and a little frightened, and reached up to the front of her dress and tore it open all the way down the front.  “And, it seems you ignored what Fred told you about your bra . . .  and panties.”  Fred moved behind her and took her arms and pulled them together behind her back, while Desirae reached over to the shelf and grabbed a pair of scissors.  Unceremoniously, she pulled her bra out and cut it off, tossing the pieces over toward the trash.  “You can clean that up later,” she told Kari.  Then she cut the dress off at the waist, so all that covered Kari was the opened top and her panties.

“Now, slut . . . take off your panties.”

Kari, knowing that to argue would bring something bad, reached down with trembling hands and slid her panties to the floor, and stepped out of them.

“Pick them up.”

“Put them into your cunt.”

“What?”
          “You heard me, put them into your cunt.  Don’t waste more of my time, cumslut.”

 

Fred pulled her over to the couch, where he forced her to sit down, then reached down and spread her legs.  Kari, still rather frightened, started trying to put her panties into her pussy.

“You’re going to be all day about it, aren’t you? . . . Ok, we’ll just have to help you.”  Fred grabbed some rope from a nearby table and started tying her wrists to the back of the couch, then took another rope and tied her ankles to the short legs of the couch leaving Kari spread-eagled.  Desirae grabbed her panties, and then thrust two of her fingers into Kari’s pussy, ramming them in and twisting them to open her up.  Then, she took the panties and crammed them into her roughly, with a screwing motion until they couldn’t be seen any more.  Kari just looked at her in shock, not knowing what to say.

“You have a new name for tonight.  Your new name is “cunt.  So, tell me your name.”

“My name is “cunt,” Kari said automatically, her pussy getting wetter as she said it.

“Yes.”

Fred released one of her wrists, and Desirae gave her a large purple vibrator, turning it on to a medium pulse setting.

“Now, fuck yourself with that until you cum.  Hurry up, we haven’t got all night.  We have guests coming over.”

Startled, and thinking that she’d better hurry because she didn’t want the “guests” to see her this way, Kari moved the vibrator down and started rubbing her pussy.

“I said FUCK yourself with it, cunt!  Inside your cunt!”

A little panicked, Kari moved the end of the vibrator and began to slowly insert it into her pussy.

“Can’t you do ANYTHING right, cunt?”  Desirae grabbed it and crammed it up insider her and began to pump it hard.  “Do it THAT way.”

Kari took it again and began to pump it in and out, although not nearly as hard as Desirae had been. 

Fred said, “Well, we’ll just have to motivate her a bit, then.”  And took off his leather belt and folded it in his hand.  He laid it across Kari’s tits, just below her nipples, and gave her a swat.

“OWWWW!” Kari screamed.

“Then you’d better get with it and cum within the next minute, or you’ll get more.”

Kari began to pump hard, and finding that she was very horny she came in just a few seconds.

“Ok, then, it’s about time.”  Desirae reached down and moved the vibrator out of the way, while Fred tied her wrist back to the back of the couch again.  Then Desirae simple said “Open,” pointing toward Kari’s mouth.  When Kari opened her mouth, she crammed most of the soaked panties inside.  Kari found the taste sweet, but the thought of it was repulsive—and, true to form, her cunt pulsed with and orgasm at the humiliation of it.  Then Desirae stepped back and laughed, grabbed a camera and took numerous pictures of her with her panties dangling from her mouth, as Kari blushed and tried to turn her head away.

 

“I’d say about 3 as an introduction, don’t you think, Desirae?” Fred said.

“That will suffice this time, I’d say.  But, that many for both top, bottom and cunt.”

“Works for me,” Fred replied.

Then he took his belt and began whipping Kari’s tits . . . 3 times.  Kari cried and screamed but the panties in her mouth made an effective gag.  Then he moved above her, reached down between her spread legs and whipped her pussy 3 times.  To her surprise, whipping her pussy made her cum twice.  Then they moved the ropes to turn her over, and whipped her ass the final 3 times.

“Now, let this be a lesson for you, cunt.  You got away with a light punishment tonight, only a medium stroke of my belt.  Next time, won’t be so easy.  Do you understand me, cunt?”

Kari looked at him through her tears and nodded vigorously.

 

She noticed that Desirae clearly enjoyed watching her be whipped; there was no doubt about it.  Her eyes were bright as she followed every stroke, her lips were parted and she was breathing a bit hard.  She looked at Kari’s marked skin for a short while, and then she went out to a side room and returned with a very short dress.  Tossing it on the couch, she untied Kari and told her to go to the bathroom, rinse off and put the dress on.  “And, don’t waste any time.”

Kari rushed into the bathroom and since she was almost naked, hurriedly rinsed off in the shower, trying not to get her hair wet and put the dress on.  It was really a child’s dress, but the right width.  It didn’t even begin to cover Kari’s bush or pussy.  She sighed, and went out to meet her fate.

 

She was told to straighten up, that the guests were coming over soon.  She started to protest about her dress, but Desirae just looked at her with a questioning look.  Knowing it was a waste of time, she just shook her head and began hurrying around straightening cushions, picking up the ropes and pieces of her clothes and trying to ready the house for guests.

 

Not long after, the doorbell rang.  Kari froze, not knowing what to do.  Desirae looked up from the magazine she was reading and said sarcastically, “Aren’t you going to open the door, cunt?”

“uhm . . . yes, Ma’am.”

She went to the door and opened it, trying to hide behind it.  A pregnant woman and a teen boy about 18 years old were at the door.

“Hello.  You must be the new maid.  They said we’d be meeting you tonight. What’s your name?” the woman asked.

Before she could stop herself, she replied “Kari,” as she opened the door to let them in, feeling very self-conscious.  She was blushing about the belt marks on her ass and pussy—and even worse that her pussy was dripping with her horny juices.  She had hoped that when the guests arrived that she could disappear out of sight.

Desirae said, “OH, REALLY?  THAT’s your name?” looking at her with eyes as hard as nails.

Kari blushed even harder and said, “I’m sorry,  . . . uh . . .uh . . . I meant “cunt” . . . my name is “cunt.”

The woman laughed and said, “Well, then, hello, cunt, . . . my name is Victoria, and this is Don,” and went over to greet and hug Desirae and Fred.  The teen came in just far enough to let the door close, and then looked Kari up and down, with hungry eyes.  Kari’s heart sank when she recognized him as an occasional patron of the library. 

“Hello, Don,” Desirae said to him, “she just made a mistake, so she’ll have to be punished.  I’ll let you do that tonight, as our guest.”

“Sounds good to me,” the teen replied.  “What did you have in mind?”

“Oh, I’m thinking about using the flogger on her ass and tits.  One stroke for every letter she messed up on, so that would be 4 for using the wrong name, and 4 for NOT using her right name—8 in total.”

“Sounds great to me,” he said.  “Where’s the flogger?”

Bob came out from the other side of the house right then, so he said, “There’s a thin-stranded flogger in that closet right there,” pointing, and then he greeted everyone.  Looking at Kari, he said, “Messed up again, did you?  Come over here and bend over the back of the couch.”  Trembling, Kari complied; closing her eyes at what was coming next.  She had never been flogged before, so she had no idea what to expect.

Someone grabbed her wrists and pulled down, and the flogger came whistling down very hard and stung her ass without warning.  Kari screamed.

“My, my, you’re loud.  Where are those panties you soaked in your cunt earlier?” 

“I saw her put them into that closet by the kitchen earlier,” Fred said, while Kari was panting from the pain of the flogger.  “I’ll get them.”

“And get that spreader bar, too . . . she’s going to need that.”  Kari wondered what that was.  She had very limited experience in sex, and knew almost nothing about BDSM.

“Ok.”

Kari felt something being belted around her ankle, then her legs pulled apart and the same on the other ankle.  When she tried to close her legs, she found that she couldn’t, because of what they had just put on her.  Someone pulled up her hair, and said “Open up!” tapping her mouth, so she did, and the panties, still tasting like her cunt juices, were thrust into her mouth again.  They talked a bit more, and decided to put on a blindfold, too, so that was done.  She was actually relieved at that, because she no longer had to fight with herself as to whether she should look or not.

“Go ahead, Don.  You can start over the count, since that took so long.”

The flogger came whistling down, stinging her ass again and again, and her muffled screams sounded through her head.  She wasn’t sure she could handle all 8 strokes, since the teen didn’t seem to hold back anything.

Then she was roughly turned over and her ‘dress’ pulled up and he applied 8 strokes to her tits, too.  When it was over, she was amazed that she was still conscious.  Her ass and tits felt like they were on fire.

But, the bad part to her was that she had several orgasms during the flogging—and didn’t pass out.  From that, she was more certain that her body wanted her to be humiliated and punished.

Shortly after that, she felt someone between her legs, and something hard touched her pussy lips.

“Isn’t he a lovely boy?  He’s going to fuck her after he whipped her.  I’m sure he’s trying to make her feel better.  He’s such a good boy.”

The cock slid easily into her soaked cunt, and her abuser began to pump in and out.  Kari felt her orgasm building again.

[“Oh my God!  I’m being fucked by a teenage!”]

Kari hadn’t been fucked since the divorce, 5 years ago and so in spite of all the pain of the whipping, her need was huge.  The events over the past week had only touched the surface, so Kari began to have multiple orgasms again.

“Wow, she’s cumming and cumming . . . what a slut!” the young man said as he continued to pound her.  After cumming for what seemed like a long time, she felt the teen blast his cum inside her—and everything went black again.

 

When she came to, she was on her back on the carpet, and something hairy, wet and warm was rubbing against her face.  She was still blindfolded, so she couldn’t see what it was, but when she took a breath, the smell told her it was a woman’s pussy. 

“mmmmmmm . . . . mmmmmmm” Victoria’s voice sounded above her.  “I like a good pussy rub.  My cunt gets so itchy sometimes.  I get so horny when I’m pregnant.  Don has to fuck me three times a day when I’m like this, since my husband died.”   She giggled.

[“Her son fucks her?” Cari thought.]

“I told Bob that Don had knocked you up, Victoria, but he was skeptical,” Desirae said.

“Not anymore,” Bob said, chuckling.

“Actually, I’ve been pregnant three times since my husband died.  Don knocked me up the first time 4 years ago, then his best friend wanted to, so let him,  . . . and then Don did it again this time.  I always get an abortion anyway, since Don just loves being an only child, and he doesn’t want competition.  I can’t say ‘no’ to my lovely boy, now, can I?”

The others chuckled at that.  Kari heard Fred say, “I think pregnant women are very sexy.  Do you mind if I suck on her tits, while I fuck the maid, Don?”

“No, I don’t mind,” the teen said. 

Kari felt her legs being spread again, and someone getting down between them, a hard cock touching her pussy.  She realized that her thighs and bush were soaked with her juices.  Whatever else her mind thought, her body was totally in favor of her being used for sex, apparently in whatever way anyone else wanted to use her.

The cock thrust deep inside her, and her thighs moved up in response.  Victoria was facing her feet while she sat on Kari’s face, so Fred could easily reach her tits.  Kari could hear a sucking noise, and heard Victoria moan with enjoyment.  Her cunt got wetter on Kari’s face, and Kari found herself sucking the sweet juices into her mouth.

“Ah, she’s awake, it seems,” Victoria announced.

“Good,” Kari heard Desirae say, and felt hands on her tits.  Her nipples were pinched and pulled and twisted, at times very hard, and Kari writhed from the pain.  But, yet again, she felt the orgasm building.  She would have thought that all of this would have been horrible, but obviously her body didn’t. 

Her clothes had been torn off and cut up, she’d been tied up and punished with a belt on her tits, ass and cunt, she’d been forced to exposure herself to total strangers, and then made to suffer more bondage with a blindfold, a flogging and rape by a teenage boy who she only knew from the library.   A naked incestuous pregnant woman was sitting on her face, an older man was fucking her cunt while he sucked on the woman’s tits, her sadistic bi-sexual boss was pinching, twisting and torturing her tits, and her ass felt as if it was on fire.

In all of her 51 years, everything in her Sunday school life would have said that all these were pictures of hell.  And yet, here she was—feeling like it was heaven, as she had another enormous orgasm as Fred shot another dose of semen into her already soaked cunt.  He pulled out, and Kari felt cum dripping out of her onto her inner thighs.  Victoria, seeing Fred’s cum dripping down, clamped down, obviously enjoying her own orgasm as she drenched Kari’s face with her pussy juices.  Kari struggled to breath, but then Victoria sort of toppled over to the side, allowing the air in to Kari’s lungs.

 

  She lay there for awhile and they allowed her to catch her breath and let her heart rate slow down.  She realized at that moment that she hadn’t passed out this time.  She’s always had low blood pressure, which often accounted for the fainting, but apparently she was starting to adjust to all of this ‘sexual enrichment,’ as it were.  As she cooled down, she found herself savoring the various tastes and smells of sex and sweat from the orgy she’d just experienced.  When she realized her enjoyment, she started in dismay and began to feel guilty and ashamed.  All those years of being told that sex was something bad came flooding back.

 

Eventually, though, they told her to get up and serve drinks and snacks.  She had to take off her blindfold in order to do that, so when she looked around, she saw all of them sitting around naked.  Desirae was sitting on Bob’s lap with his cock in her pussy, talking with Victoria and Fred, while Don was sucking on Victoria’s left boob as he finger fucked his mother.  She was holding his head to her breast with one hand, while the other was slowly stroking his hard cock.

 

Kari staggered on weak legs, struggling to stay upright on her heels as she went and got drinks for everyone.  Desirae told her that she could have a drink, too, but Kari declined, saying she didn’t drink.

“Oh, yes, you do.  At least, you do now,” Desirae said, and went over to the bar and poured Kari a very strong drink.  She handed it to Kari and told her to drink it down. “Now, I don’t give out free drinks to the help very often, so when I do, you drink it, do you hear me?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Kari forced herself to drink it quickly, not wanting another punishment, because she could guess that it would be even worse than the last one, and she didn’t think she could handle that.  In a few moments, the alcohol hit her, and she felt herself going sort of dizzy and numb.  Her thoughts seemed to be distorted, and so the others talked and time passed without Kari knowing how much.

 

She heard someone call her name, and refocused her eyes onto the group.

“Get us some more drinks,” she heard someone say.  She got up and walked to the bar and filled the drinks automatically, without thinking.  She came back to the group, and handed them out.

“This isn’t a rum and coke, you cunt!” Desirae yelled at her.  Kari noticed that Desirae was sitting on Fred’s lap with his cock in her pussy, and thought vaguely ‘isn’t that her father?’  But, then she realized that all of them were laughing at her for mixing up all the drink orders.

“Well, she’s drunk . . . so, what say we just make her suck everyone off as punishment.  It’s getting late, anyway,” she heard someone say.  The rest of them agreed, so they all spread out and sat down, and told Kari to go around and take care of it.

One of them had to push her over to Fred to get her started and told her to suck him off.  She bent down and took Fred’s cock into her mouth.  She could taste Desirae’s cunt juices as she felt Fred grab her hair and pump her up and down.  It took awhile, since Fred had cum several times already, but she finally tasted his cum on her tongue. 

Next, they pushed her over to Don, and she sucked him, too.  When he was ready to cum, though, he pushed her head back and sprayed his sperm all over her face and hair.  Kari dimly had the thought that this kid had an incredible amount of cum, and it was dripping down all over her head at the moment.

Then they pushed her over to Desirae, who made her lay back face up with her head on the couch, and then sat on her, grinding her cunt against Kari’s face.  Kari struggled to breathe and use her mouth and tongue on her, but eventually, Desirae went off, soaking Cari’s face again.

Then they pushed her over to Bob, who seemed a bit tired, so he just had her suck for awhile, and then pushed her off.  “I think I’m about ‘cummed-out’ for tonight,” he said with good humor.  “You can skip me.”

So, in the last chair was Victoria, who purred and pulled Kari’s face to her pussy. “She sucks very well.  I may borrow her from you sometime.”

While Kari was on her knees in front of her, Don moved behind her saying, “I want to fuck her again.”  The others applauded his stamina, so he just thrust his cock inside her and pumped away.  Victoria’s cunt quivered and clamped her legs around Kari’s head again, and shortly after that, she felt Don shoot more cum into her already full pussy.

To finish off the night, the all took turns writing on her with more permanent marker.  Kari was too drunk and tired to even protest about that.

The guests decided to stay the night, and they didn’t want to hassle with Kari, so Desirae found her a large t-shirt and sent her out the door, telling her to go home.  She obviously didn’t care whether Kari was too drunk to drive, not to mention that it was raining.   The rain made the t-shirt essentially see-thru, and that seemed to be just another joke to her boss.

 

She had sobered up a bit, since she’d only had that one strong drink, so Kari made it home, starting to shiver from the wet t-shirt.  However, when she pulled in, there was another car there.  She got out quickly, intending to run in and lock the door, but the person from the car beat her to it, and met her at the door.

It was Joe.

“You look like you’ve been partying pretty hard,” he leered at her.  He’d had a couple drinks himself, it seemed, and he had a bottle of hard liquor in his hand.

“I’m tired, and I just need to go to bed tonight, ok?” Kari pleaded.

“Why, sure.  I’ll just give you a hand with that,” he replied.

[“oh, damn,” Kari thought to herself, then realized that she had just said a swear word, she changed it to “oh, dang.”  After all that had happened, the absurdity of it made her start to giggle.]

“Heheh,” Joe joined in, “I’m glad you’re happy about that.”

Kari started to explain, but then just waved it off as a lost cause.  She was too tired, anyway.  She unlocked the door, and staggered in.  Joe came in and took off his rain jacket, and looked her up and down, smiling.  The words they had written on her could be read easily through the wet t-shirt.

The rest of that part of the night was a blur.  He insisted that she have a drink with him, and after that, she was as limp as a rag-doll.  She vaguely remembered him holding her in the warm shower to clean her off a bit. 

When she woke up the next morning, she could see that he hadn’t hesitated to take advantage of her.  Her cunt was full of cum and dripping, and her bush all matted with it.  She found a note on the table when she got up.

“Thanks for the screw,” he’d written.  “I took a pair of your panties out of the dresser as a trophy (in case you notice them missing) since you weren’t wearing any.  I’ll have you sign them next time I fuck you.  When you go to another party like that, you’ll have to invite me.  Judging from the things written on you, it must have been pretty wild for a Bible-belt church-goer like you!   Joe”

 

She looked down at herself and was appalled at what they had written.  Some of it was almost like what people write on a year book (“Don’t break a leg, pull a boob!”), but with a sexual flavor, of course.  “Let’s do this again sometime, cunt!”  “Nice ass, and great pussy!”  “Play it again, slut!” “Your hair looks great today, dear . . . with cum in it!” Above her pussy, with an arrow pointing down, “Open for business!”  And, instead of the usual on top of her left boob, they wrote “cumslut” with a line through it, and corrected it with “cunt.”  And the top of her right boob read “cumdump.”   She couldn’t read much of what they had written on her back, because the mirror on the wall reversed the letters, and she was too tired to figure them out, except for “whip here” across her ass cheeks.

They had obviously had fun with it at her expense, which intensified her humiliation, and, therefore, her body increased her horniness at her mind’s expense.  She decided it was too confusing to figure out.

 

Luckily she didn’t have to work at the library that day, so she slept a lot and felt sore.  About 5 o’clock in the evening, though, she suddenly got extremely horny.  Apparently, her body had started to feel a pattern and her internal “alarm clock” had gone off.  She started fantasizing about whipping herself, something that she’d never actually done—whipping her own tits, ass and cunt.  The thought made her cunt twitch, but with a great deal of effort, she pushed the thought away.

That night, she woke up also extremely horny, and after trying to go back to sleep, she finally masturbated to the images of Victoria face fucking her while Fred was fucking her cunt.  But, even then, she had to pinch her own nipples hard enough to hurt before she was able to cum, and then go back to sleep.

The next morning, she felt guilty and ashamed about that, even though nobody else knew about it.  What was happening to her?  The “slut-within” taking over?  Before all this had started, she didn’t even know that the “slut-within” had existed.  She’d been a “good girl” all her life.

She was suddenly startled at the thought that, in fact, it was the “good girl” had never really existed.  After they had married, when her ex had tried to start a sex life with her, she’d become a bitch to fight him—and even the church people said that sex in a marriage was a good thing.  Even way back when her dad had molested her and called her names, she hadn’t thought of herself as a “good girl.”  In fact, thinking back, she remembered thinking that the “slut” label fit her, even though she had hidden that for all these years.  And, now that she was being honest with herself for the first time in her life, she remembered many slutty fantasies, including the one about whipping or spanking herself.

But, she’d never told anyone, or admitted it when her ex asked her to tell him what her sexual fantasies were.

 

Maybe her new names fit her better than her given name.  That made her shiver and, to her dismay, she got very horny, as if in confirmation that it was true.  For once, it didn’t even make her blush.