Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Backstory
Title: Taesha's Longing
Part: Chapter 06
Universe: Blackmailed Rape Slaves
Summary: Taesha can't stop thinking about her new companion, and feels
almost excited to return to her, and their shared tormentor, Jamal.
Keywords: BMWFBF, interr, rape, sad, toys, oral, anal, a2m, ws

   by Backstory will.backstory@googlemail.com

   Chapter 06: Taesha's Longing (BMBFWF interr rape sad toys oral anal a2m
ws)

   IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER!  ________________________________ This story is
intended for individuals above the age of 21 or above whatever age the
local jurisdiction of the reader would dictate.  None of the characters or
situations are real, or even based on any real people or events. 
________________________________

   Chapter 06: Taesha's Longing (BMBFWF interr rape sad toys oral anal a2m
ws)

   Taesha handed a pack of cigarettes and some change to an unshaven young
guy, who took them and left the convenience store.  She checked the time on
her phone.  It was nearly 2am now, and she'd soon be able to lock up the
store and go home.  She sat back on her stool, feeling her new butt plug
moving painfully in her ass.

   Images and sounds of Ms.  Kessler, and what she must be going through
with Jamal, kept running through Taesha's mind.  She had no anger left
toward the woman.  Instead, she felt only guilt and a kind of kinship.  She
was glad that Ms.  Kessler was now part of her world.  The two could share
the abuse and degradation inflicted by their master and maybe even give one
another comfort.

   She closed her eyes.  In her mind, she imagined Ms.  Kessler's small,
pale body tied to the kitchen table, her large tits streaked with red as
Jamal whipped them repeatedly.  In her fantasy, she climbed on top of her,
feeling soft skin against every inch of hers, the whip now landing on her
own back, stinging her.  Ms.  Kessler looked up at her with such
gratefulness, just as she had the morning of the shower, and they kissed
passionately.

   In the store, Taesha pushed her hand down under the waistband of her
jeans and began to rub her clit.  The large, sadistic plug in her ass moved
painfully as she began thrusting her hips, and in her mind, it was Jamal,
moving in behind her, pushing his cock into her ass as she ground her pussy
against Ms.  Kessler's.

   "Excuse me.  Are you asleep?"

   Taesha's eyes shot open.  For a moment, she thought that it was Ms. 
Kessler herself standing at the counter.  But as her eyes focused, she saw
that, though this woman was white, with dark hair and large tits, she was
not nearly as pretty.  Still, below the level of the counter, Taesha
continued stroking her pussy and clit.

   "No, sorry.  Just resting." She looked around, but didn't see any
product on the counter or in the woman's hands.  "You need cigarettes?" The
woman looked embarassed.  Taesha pushed her hand lower and slid a finger
inside herself.

   "I...  well, this is embarassing, but I need to buy some condoms."

   Taesha motioned with her head.  "Over there, near the chips." Taesha
stared at her ass as the woman walked away, imagining her presenting the
box of condoms to her man.  She imagined this faceless man knocking the box
out of her hand, and then bending her over her own kitchen table, yanking
her pants down, and forcing himself into her.

   When the woman came back a few moments later with a box, putting it and
some money on the counter, Taesha did the entire transaction one-handed,
her other hand rubbing and fingering her pussy and clit.  As she handed the
woman her change, she took hold of her hand and at the same time, let
herself begin to cum.

   She tried to be as still and silent as she could as she stared into the
woman's confused eyes.  She didn't think that the woman new what was going
on, but she was obviously uncomfortable with having her hand held for so
long.

   "I hope you enjoy these." Taesha said, releasing her hand.  The woman
picked up the box and turned quickly away.

   "Thank you." She said vaguely, then hurried to the door, and out. 
Taesha rubbed herself softly, allowing her body to react a little more as
her orgasm faded.  It must be 2am by now.  She removed her hands from her
pants, then licked her fingers, almost without thinking.  If she weren't so
exhausted she would have gone back to Jamal and Ms.  Kessler right then,
but she knew she should get some rest, as she was not likely to get much
tomorrow.

   ***

   Taesha woke the next morning to her alarm and slowly got up to shower.
As the water warmed she lifted her new plug off of the sink where she had
cleaned it the night before, running her fingers along the rough bumps that
covered each of the three bulbs.  She wasn't sure if Jamal had meant for
her to wear it through the night, but since he hadn't said it specifically,
she had slept without it.

   "You'll be back in me soon enough." she said, mostly to herself, then
put it back onto the sink and stepped into the shower.  She cleaned herself
thoroughly, inside and out, as Jamal had taught her she must do, then
stepped out, drying herself off.  She took a bottle of lube from the sink
next to her toothpaste - she had gotten in the habbit of keeping bottles of
lube all over her appartment, so that Jamal would be more likely to use
them - and applied it to her butt plug, then to her ass.  She placed the
plug on the seat of her toilet, then squatted over it, spreading her cheeks
as she lowered herself.

   The little beads hurt, as they had before, but she just winced, moving
her hips from side to side, taking the thing deeper and deeper into her
ass. She squinted in pain as the last knobbly bulb stretched her asshole
wide, then let her breath out, sighing as the flared end settled between
her cheeks.

   She relaxed her body, then stood, feeling the plug moving painfully in
her ass, and went to her bedroom to get dressed.  She chose a knee-length
denim skirt with a pink blouse.  As she ate her breakfast, she became aware
that she was starting to feel excited.  She hurried through her grapefruit,
put on some heels, and left for Ms.  Kessler's house.

   When she arrived, she knocked on the door.  After a long pause, it
opened, and Jamal let her in.  He closed the door behind her and locked it
with a key, then turned.  He was wearing only boxer shorts.  She bowed her
head, looking up at him.

   "May I suck your cock, Jamal?"

   "That would be good, but I'd like you to make me some breakfast first."

   "Yes, Jamal.  What do you want me to make you?"

   "I think there are some English Muffins.  That would be fine, with some
butter."

   "Yes, Jamal." She walked past him, into the living room, where she saw
Ms.  Kessler.

   The short, voluptuous white woman stood in the high archway between her
living room and kitchen.  Her breasts were bound, rope looped tightly
around each one, close to her chest.  This was something new to Taesha, as
her little tits were far too small to have been tied like that.  She stared
at Ms.  Kessler's normally beautiful, white tits, now swollen and deep red.

   The rope extended upwards, through an eye-hook that Jamal had screwed
into the beam between the living room and the kitchen.  This forced her to
arch her back, pulling her upward by her tits.  Another rope was tied in
with her hair, leading down to what Taesha knew was a metal hook, nestled
deep in her ass.  That rope ran over her hands, which were tied securely
behind her back.

   The tightness of the ropes forced Ms.  Kessler into what looked like a
very stressful backwards bend, where any relaxation of her head, neck, or
body would either pull upwards on her tits, or on the hook in her ass.

   Tasha walked closer and Ms.  Kessler noticed her, turning her head
slightly, then wincing at the pain this caused her.  Her mouth was gagged
with a large red ball, and as Taesha got quite close, she could see
criss-crossing welts covering her ass, and more welts all along her inner
thighs.

   "Feel how wet she is." Jamal's voice came from behind her.  "The slut
can't help herself."

   Ms.  Kessler's eyes followed her as she walked up and touched her pussy.
She WAS wet, and Taesha slid her fingers easily along her slit.  She looked
again at the criss-crossing welts covering Ms.  Kessler's ass as she pushed
two of her fingers into her pussy.  There was the tiniest little sigh at
this attention, barely audible through the ball gag.  Jamal stepped in next
to Taesha.  He was holding a long, thin cane.

   "You like that, don't you, little slut?"

   Ms.  Kessler hesitated for just a moment, looking Jamal in the eye, then
nodded, very slightly.

   "Mmm hmm." she said softly, through the gag.

   "Would you like Taesha to help you cum with her mouth, little slut?"

   "Mmm hmm." Still soft, but no hesitation this time.  Taesha was excited
by the idea, but didn't move to her knees.  She knew better than to assume
before Jamal had instructed her.  Instead, she moved her fingers slowly in
and out of Ms.  Kessler's pussy.  She could see the older woman's legs
trembling.

   "Go and make my breakfast, Taesha.  Chloe is still being punished for
her failure at toilet training last night." Her shoulders falling with
disappointment, Taesha let her fingers slide out of Ms.  Kessler's pussy.

   Licking her fingers, she stepped into the kitchen, and heard the sharp
snap that a wooden cane makes on soft flesh, followed by a whine of pain.
She looked back in time to see Jamal's second strike fall on Ms.  Kessler's
stomach, below the belly button.  The strokes to the stomach weren't as
hard as the ones to the ass, tits, or thighs, Taesha knew, but they hurt,
too.

   In the kitchen she opened several cupboards, finding it difficult to
concentrate on food, trying to ignore the sight and sound of Ms.  Kessler's
caning in between the two rooms.  Her muffled whining and crying was
getting louder and more pleading, making Taesha wish that she could move
between her and the cane strikes, as she had fantasized last night.

   Finally, she found the package of english muffins, and pulled one out,
prying it open and putting the two halves into Ms.  Kessler's toaster.  She
took out the butter and found a knife, then set them on the counter,
waiting for the muffins to toast.

   With nothing left to distract her, she turned and watched helplessly, as
Jamal struck Ms.  Kessler again and again with the cane, laying down welts
on her stomach, sides, and thighs.  He tapped her softly on the left front
thigh a few times, and waited as Ms.  Kessler shifted her weight to the
other leg, then lifted the one he had tapped.  She squinted her eyes and
furrowed her brows, then let out a loud groan as he struck her just at the
edge of her pussy.  She wobbled, but held herself and her leg up.  There
were three quick strokes to the inner thigh of her raised left leg, then a
long pause.

   The sound of the toaster popping up startled Taesha, and she jumped,
turning to the toaster.  She looked back at the scene in the archway just
in time to see the cane strike Ms.  Kessler squarely across the cunt.  A
single tear slid down her face at this deceptively light strike.

   Taesha turned back to the toaster and quickly buttered the muffins,
eager to give Chloe some time away from Jamal's punishment.  She put them
on a plate and brought them to him.

   At first he ignored her.  He had Ms.  Kessler balanced on her left leg
now, and struck the soft inner thigh of her raised right leg several times.
The red lines, and full welts stood out so vividly on her light skin.  He
struck her cunt three more times, each just a bit harder than the last,
then put the tip of the cane against her knee and pushed downward.  Ms. 
Kessler settled once again onto her two feet.

   Without looking at her, Jamal lifted the cane horizonally to Taesha's
mouth, and almost automatically, she took it between her teeth.  He reached
behind Ms.  Kessler's head and released the ball gag.  As soon as it was
removed, she spoke in a quivering voice.

   "Thank you, Jamal."

   Jamal did not reply, but only took the cane from Taesha, and put it
between Ms.  Kessler's teeth.  Her breathing was sharp and ragged, through
her clenched teeth.

   Jamal took a muffin, bit into it, then put it back onto the plate.  As
he chewed, he began to loosen the ropes binding Ms.  Kessler's tits.  After
a few bites, he had freed them, and pulled the rope out of the eyehook,
above.  Taesha looked at the deep, red marks the ropes had left in the soft
flesh of Ms.  Kessler's large tits, which were slowly returning to their
natural, pale color.

   Jamal untied her arms as well, but then retied them in front, and ran a
new rope up through the eyehook, raising her bound hands up above her head.
The archway was high enough that she could be stretched up onto her
tip-toes, with still a foot of rope between her fingertips and the eyehook.
When he had secured her in this way, he walked into the living room and
Taesha followed him.

   He slid his boxers down, and sat on the couch.  Taesha knelt on the
floor beside him, offering the plate of food.  He took the plate then, and
spread his legs apart, motioning with his head for her to move between
them.

   She put her hands behind her, clasping her wrists, and sidled in between
his knees, walking slowly on hers.  She leaned forward and licked his cock
from the base to the tip, then pulled it expertly between her lips, letting
her head move downward, taking him deep into her mouth, then into her
throat.

   She was conscious of Ms.  Kessler's presense in the doorway, and the
idea that her tormented companion was watching her suck Jamal's cock made
her begin to feel wet.  How many times she had sucked this cock, often
slick from her cunt, or his cum...  pulled straight from her own asshole...
But somehow, it felt unfamiliar and new to her, just sharing the moment
with Ms.  Kessler.

   He finished the muffin in just a short time, and took her by the hair,
pulling her off of his cock, and pushing her face lower, up against his
ass. She pushed her tongue out, licking him with long, soft strokes of her
tongue, letting her tongue slide just in and out of his asshole.  She moved
her hand beneath her skirt, and softly stroked her clit, not sure if this
was allowed, but not really caring.  If Jamal became angry with her, it
would only serve to take his attention off of poor Ms.  Kessler.

   He let her continue for some time, then abruptly stood and walked toward
Ms.  Kessler.  Taesha hurried to follow, staying a step behind her master.
He ran his hands gently along the sides of Ms.  Kessler's breasts,
caressing them.

   "Are you happy to have your tits unbound, Chloe?"

   She nodded.  Jamal waited a moment, then reached down and grabbed her by
the pubic hair, lifting upward.  Ms.  Kessler cried out, almost dropping
the cane still clenched between her teeth.

   "I can't hear you, cunt."

   "Yes, Jamal!  Yes, yes!" she said through clenched teeth.  Jamal took
the cane from her, letting the tip run down the length of her right breast,
stopping at the nipple and pushing in.  Ms.  Kessler winced as her flesh
bent inwards.

   "Who's tits are these, Chloe?"

   She bowed her head.  "Yours, Jamal."

   "And who owns you?"

   "You do, Jamal."

   He paused, then lifted the cane from her.  "I want you to thank me,
clearly and sincerely, for each strike that I give you.  Is that
understood?"

   She nodded vigorously, her eyes closed.  "Yes, Jamal."

   The first whack landed hard on the side of her left tit, and Ms. 
Kessler cried out in pain, then a moment later, said, "Thank you, Jamal."

   He struck her tits again and again, layers of crisscrossing red lines
and raised welts appearing, matching the flesh of her tits to most of the
rest of her body.  For each mark he left, Ms.  Kessler thanked him through
choked sobs.

   "Taesha," he said without looking at her, "You may help Chloe to cum, if
you would like to."

   "Oh, thank you, Jamal." Taesha said sincerely, and moved forward onto
her knees.  Ms.  Kessler lifted her right leg as Taesha approached. 
Because of the way she was tied, pulled up by her wrists, this was the only
way she could offer her pussy to Taesha.  Taesha moved between her legs,
taking Ms.  Kessler's leg onto her shoulder, and pressing her face up
against her pussy.

   It felt almost romantic, as she pressed her lips against Ms.  Kessler's,
letting her tongue slide slowly out, and into her friend's pussy.  She
licked slowly and sensually along Ms.  Kessler's sensitive lips, sometimes
pushing forward, sliding her tongue deep into her as the sound of the cane
strikes, and the thank you's, continued above her.

   She spent some time licking inside and out, before moving up to Ms. 
Kessler's clit, latching on, and licking her all over.  This had an
immediate reaction, as she knew it would.  She moved her hands gently up
the back of Ms.  Kessler's thighs, up to her ass, running her fingers
lightly over the caned skin.  As Ms.  Kessler began to cum, Taesha eased
off a bit, licking her clit softly, and her fingers moved between her ass,
finding the flared end of her her butt plug, which she jiggled lightly.

   Ms.  Kessler came hard, and for a long time, barely able to thank Jamal
at each cane strike, her voice shuddering and distorted.  Eventually, her
orgasm began to fade, and Taesha licked her friend's lips with long soft
strokes of her tongue.  She heard the cane land with a particularly sharp
snap, above her, and there was a long delay before Ms.  Kessler managed to
speak.

   "Thank you, Jamal."

   "You're welcome.  You should thank Taesha, as well."

   "Yes.  Yes, thank you, Taesha." Maybe it was just because the caning of
her tits appeared to be over, but Ms.  Kessler sounded sincere and
grateful, thanking her.  She licked one more time, from back near her
asshole, all the way along and up to her clit, then stood, slowly, facing
Ms.  Kessler.

   Her beautiful, large breasts were covered in the same criss-cross
pattern of red lines and welts that most of the rest of her body had
already shown.  Taesha was acutely aware that Jamal was watching her, and
that he might not approve of the initiative she was showing, but she went
ahead.

   "You're welcome, Ms.  Kessler." She said, then closed her eyes and
kissed her lips lightly.  She opened her eyes and saw that Ms.  Kessler's
were now closed, and her lips were parted.  She moved forward again and
pressed her lips against her friend's, and found them soft and welcoming.
They kissed each other with genuine passion, their tongues meeting, and
moving in and out, from one mouth to the other.

   After a minute of blissful kissing, Taesha felt Ms.  Kessler flinch, and
opened her eyes to see that Jamal was now behind Ms.  Kessler.  He lifted
the cylindrical butt plug that he had just removed from Ms.  Kessler's ass,
and turned it around, bringing the flared bottom to Taesha's lips.

   "Open." he said.

   She opened her mouth, and took the flared end into her mouth, unsure
what she was supposed to be doing.

   "Suck the cock, now, Chloe." he said, and Taesha understood.  Ms. 
Kessler must have too, as the two maneuvered their heads so that she could
take the butt plug into her mouth like a dick.  She kept her eyes firmly
fixed on Taesha's as she got the thing into her mouth and then started
licking and sucking up the length of it.  Taesha could feel the change as
Ms.  Kessler opened her throat and pushed on, taking the thing deeper
still. She reached the base and let her tongue out, licking lightly at
Taesha's lower lip.

   After a moment, Ms.  Kessler moved back letting the plug fall from her
mouth.  Her body was moving rhythmically now, and Taesha realized that
Jamal was fucking her where she stood.

   "Please, my pussy." she whispered to Taesha.

   Taesha nodded very slightly, her eyes flitting to Jamal as she moved her
hand slowly to Ms.  Kessler's pussy.  His head was down, watching his dick
slamming in and out of Ms.  Kessler's asshole with a wicked smile on his
face.  Taesha felt pubic hair, then moved downward to her friend's wet
slit, then back up to rub her clit.  She tried to stay absolutely still as
her friend moved her head back and forward, licking and sucking the butt
plug, Jamal slamming himself at her from behind.

   It wasn't long before Ms.  Kessler moved back off of the plug again, and
turned her head to her master.

   "Please, Jamal, may I cum?"

   Jamal continued thrusting at her, Taesha slowly rubbed her clit.  "You
want to cum, you little whore?"

   She nodded desperately.  "Yes, please Jamal, please let me cum, I want
to cum so badly..."

   He let a few seconds go by, thrusting in and out of her, before he
answered.  "Go ahead, slut."

   Taesha moved her fingers more rapidly over Ms.  Kessler's clit just as
the other woman took the plug back into her mouth and throat.  She felt
gratified at the immediate reaction this got.  Jamal reached around and put
one hand around Ms.  Kessler's neck, the other squeezing her left tit
tightly, and began letting his dick slide slowly almost all the way out,
then slam all the way back into her hard enough to lift her off the ground.
Taesha looked deep into her eyes as she came with their master's cock
slamming in and out of her asshole.

   As Ms.  Kessler's orgasm subsided, Jamal spoke.  "Make sure you thank
Taesha for helping you cum.  You're going to have to ride the horse for an
hour for that."

   Taesha let her hand fall from Ms.  Kessler's pussy immediately.  "No,
Jamal, It's my fault, please."

   "No.  I heard this little slut ask you to touch her, without my
permission.  This is Chloe's punishment."

   "Jamal, please.  Please punish me instead.  I'm begging you."

   "If you're begging, then you've forgotten how to do it."

   She fell to her knees at once, then got down onto her stomach.  "Please
Jamal.  Please punish me." He continued ramming his cock forcefully in and
out of Ms.  Kessler's ass, above her, but didn't answer.  Taesha moved
closer to him, keeping her body and the side of her face pressed to the
ground.  When her face was near his foot, she kissed it, gently at first,
then with her tongue.  She began to lick his foot, along the side, with
long movements, her tongue soft and flat.

   Jamal shifted his weight, still fucking Ms.  Kessler, and lifted the
foot she had been licking and put his heel to the floor, pushing his foot
onto her face.  She began licking him all over as he stepped on her face.

   "Thank you, Jamal." she said between long licks.  "Thank you for letting
me show you how sorry I am.  I should never have done it without asking for
permission.  Please, please punish me."

   "You want me to give you Chloe's punishment?"

   She licked between his toes.  "Yes, please, Jamal."

   He stepped harder on her face and she stopped licking.  In her
peripheral vision, she could see him slamming in and out of Chloe's
asshole. After a few moments, he jammed his cock deep into Ms.  Kessler,
and lifted his foot, putting his toes against her lips.  She spread her
mouth as wide as she could, letting him push his first three toes in, then
begin to fuck her mouth with his foot.

   "Spread your ass, Taesha."

   She reached back and spread her asscheeks wide as Jamal continued
kick-fucking her mouth.

   "Now move your ass over here." He pulled his foot back and she turned as
best she could while still holding her ass spread open.  It was mostly a
belly crawl.  When she settled with her ass near his foot, she felt him
step hard on her anus.  It hurt, but she kept herself spread for him. 
Eventually, he lifted his foot, and unceremoniously pushed his big toe into
her asshole.

   "Thank you, Jamal." She grimaced as he pushed forward, forcing more of
his foot up her ass.  Again, she obediently kept her ass spread.  He kept
the pressure on for a minute or so, then pulled out of her, stepping on the
floor between her legs.

   "You can stop that.  Now turn around and clean my foot."

   She turned and began to lick his foot and toes where he stood, tasting
her ass.  Jamal resumed fucking Ms.  Kessler as she cleaned his foot with
her tongue and mouth.  After a while of this, he spoke.

   "Get on your knees."

   She got up quickly and opened her mouth as he withdrew his cock from Ms.
Kessler's asshole and moved it in front of her face.  She began to lick him
all over, cleaning the taste of Ms.  Kessler's ass from him.  After a few
moments of this, he turned and lined himself up with Ms.  Kessler's much
abused asshole, and pushed back up into her.  Taesha watched the tiny hole
stretch wide around the intruder before Jamal took her by the hair, and
pressed her head up against the side of Ms.  Kessler's ass.

   He fucked Ms.  Kessler for a few strokes, then pulled out and fucked
Taesha's mouth for a few, then pushed back up Ms.  Kessler's ass.  He
continued this way, fucking back and forth between Ms.  Kessler's ass and
her mouth.  Picking up his pace until finally, he pushed deep into Ms. 
Kessler's asshole and started cumming.

   When he had finished, she took him into her mouth and cleaned him
thoroughly.  When she was done with that, he took her by the hair again,
and pushed her face between Ms.  Kessler's cheeks.  She pushed her tongue
deep into her friend's ass, and tasted Jamal's cum as it slid down her
tongue, into her mouth.  She swallowed a mouthful, and he released her
hair.

   "Stand up."

   She stood, looking to Jamal for her next instructions.  He had her raise
her arms up over her head, and then bent them back, so that her elbows were
pointed up and her hands were pointed down, behind her neck.  In this
position, he tied her wrists together.

   After her wrists were secured behind her head, Jamal hiked up her denim
skirt, manipulating it until it stayed up around her waist, then pulled on
her plug.  She squinted her eyes as her asshole stretched around it
painfully, but soon enough it was out.  Jamal turned away for a moment, and
when he turned back, she felt something cold between her cheeks, then took
in a breath as the large, round, metal end of an anal hook squeezed easily
into her ass.  She felt it sink into her as he pulled upwards on it, and
then tied it tightly to her bound wrists.

   As Taesha stood, trying to keep her bound wrists from pulling up too
hard on the anal hook, Jamal stood back and smiled at his handiwork.  He
put a finger through her left nipple ring and pulled lightly down for a
moment, then left the room.

   He returned a minute or so later with a large canvas duffel bag, which
he dropped onto the floor.  He bent to unzip the bag, and then began taking
out the parts to the horse.

   Jamal had several different horses among the vast collection of tools
and devices that Taesha had been made to experience.  A couple of them were
very well made and professional looking, and he had probably spent a good
deal of money on them, but there were also a few that were crude, rough,
and homemade.  The parts that he was taking out of the bag now would
assemble to form one of the latter.

   Taesha was quite familiar with this one.  Jamal had made it from pieces
of iron pipe so that it could be easily assembled, disassembled, and moved
around.  She'd spent a good deal of time on it in her own apartment as well
as in Jamal's house.  He'd brought it to her work a couple of times, and
put her on it in the back office, and she'd even been made to mount the
thing in a dark alley once.

   It was a pretty simple design.  There was a wide, flat base with two
short cylindrical holders.  Short, hollow pipes were fit and fastened into
these.  Two long, smaller diameter pipes fit inside these larger ones.  A
fifth and final pipe could be fastened horizontally between these two. 
This last pipe was studded with the ends of bolts, over which were fastened
nuts.  These covered the surface of the pipe.

   As Jamal got the pieces fit together, he motioned for her to come
forward.  It was difficult, with her bound wrists pulling up on the hook in
her ass, but she managed to step over the top pipe so that it ran between
her legs.  She heard metal sliding on metal as he lifted the top three
pipes as one, until the one running between her legs pushed up against her
pussy.  She lifted herself up onto her tip-toes and he moved the pipe up as
well, securing it just below her raised pussy.

   Now she would endure the punishment that had originally been meant for
Ms.  Kessler.  She settled down a little, feeling the sharp edges of the
nuts and bolts pressing and digging into her pussy.

   "Thank you, Jamal."

   He smiled, and turned to Ms.  Kessler.  "You're a very lucky girl,
Chloe. Taesha's going to be busy for a while, taking your punishment, but
you can thank her properly later.  Right now, it's time to continue your
toilet training."

   Chloe frowned immediately, but said nothing.  Taesha shifted her weight,
moving back up onto her tip-toes, lifting her pussy just above the painful
bar.  Jamal began untying Chloe.

   "If you fail again, you'll be joining Taesha on the horse.  If you
refuse to learn, you'll have a worse punishment." As her arms were let
down, her shoulders and head fell, almost in the same motion.

   "Yes, Jamal." she said wearily.

   "Good.  Get on your knees."

   Ms.  Kessler slowly sank to her knees in front of Jamal, then looked up
at him and opened her mouth tentatively.  Taesha felt her legs quivering
from the effort of staying up on her tip-toes, and let herself slowly down,
feeling the bar push painfully up on her pussy.  Jamal put the tip of his
long, but soft cock between Ms.  Kessler's lips.  Almost immediately, there
was a reaction from Ms.  Kessler, who made little choked gurgling noises,
her face contorted with disgust.

   Jamal took a step back, and looked down at Ms.  Kessler, who was keeping
her head upturned.  "Swallow." he said.

   Her brows furrowed, then her mouth closed, and she very deliberately,
and with great effort, swallowed.

   "Again."

   Her whole body shuddered as she opened her mouth again, and again he
filled it.

   Taesha was getting turned on by the scene in front of her, despite her
own painful situation.  She wanted very much to come to Ms.  Kessler's side
and help her finish Jamal's piss, then kiss her deeply, sharing the taste
of their master between them.  Instead, she shifted position, back up onto
her toes, and moved her hips lightly back and forth, letting her clit just
rub against the rough surface between her legs.

   Ms.  Kessler continued swallowing mouthfuls of Jamal's piss, taking
longer and longer with each one.  By about the tenth swallow, it looked
like it was getting to be more than she could handle.  Taesha continued
watching, trying to stimulate herself on the knobbly metal pipe between her
legs.  Her legs were really shaking, though, and she was forced to lower
herself, feeling the nuts and bolts of the pipe biting into her pussy
again.

   As she watched, Jamal let the last of his piss drip into Ms.  Kessler's
mouth and she swallowed it quickly, looking more exhausted than disgusted.

   "Good girl." Jamal said to her, running a hand through her hair.  Ms. 
Kessler was frowning deeply, licking at her lips, but then looked up.

   "Thank you, Jamal."

   "You're welcome.  You didn't get much sleep last night, but you've
earned some rest now, if you want it.  Do you want to sleep?

   "Yes, please, Jamal."

   Taesha watched, the pain of the horse digging into her pussy, as Jamal
stood Ms.  Kessler and carefully bound her wrists behind her back, and then
her legs above the knees and at the ankles.  He helped her down onto her
side and then stood up and began to get dressed.

   "I have a few errands to run.  I want both of you to stay right where
I've put you."

   "Yes, Jamal." They answered, as one.

   He smiled at this, and then made for the front door.  When he had left,
Taesha heard the click of the deadbolt locking.  She stood up on her
tip-toes again, taking some of the pressure off of her poor pussy, and
looked down at Ms.  Kessler.  Her eyes were closed, and her body rose and
fell rhythmically.  Red lines streaked almost every inch of her pale, white
body.

   Taesha settled down onto the horse again, her weary legs unable to hold
her up for very long.  As she felt it digging into her cunt again, she felt
happy that she had been able to take this punishment for Ms.  Kessler, and
give her this chance to rest.  When Jamal returned for them, it would not
yet be noon, and Ms.  Kessler still did not know that her service to Jamal
would not be ending this evening.  ________________________________
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