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"Obscure," part 14
by c.w. cobblestone

My eyes followed the soft puff of gray smoke at it slowly danced upward toward
the ceiling. I inhaled the dry, semi-sweet scent of musk which hung heavily in
the air. The smell was exotic...sexy. I hoped I made the right decision.

Everything had to be perfect tonight - even my choice of incense. Dark Musk was
Natalie's favorite scent, so I was pretty sure she'd be pleased with my
selection.

Tonight, our kinky blonde neighbor, Laura, was coming over to visit. About once
a month, she comes by for a hot threesome with Natalie and Luke. There's always
plenty of fucking and sucking when Laura stops by for these trysts, and my
masters eagerly look forward each month to her visits. But I dread them. 

When Laura is here, Natalie and Luke love to show off their power over me. I
can do no right when she's over - I'm constantly being slapped, kicked or
berated for even the most borderline infractions.

The last time Laura was here, I had to spend the entire night in the bathroom
with a pair of Natalie's panties on my head. Normally, that would be heaven -
but I also had a plunger stuck up my rear end, and a roll of toilet paper was
stuffed in my mouth. My crime: I forgot to put the beer in the fridge. When
Luke ordered me to bring him a cold one, a chill shot through my spine as I
realized that I'd overlooked one very important detail when I was putting away
the groceries earlier that afternoon.

Luke was furious, and so were the girls. They'd spent most of the day at the
beach, and were ready for some serious beer-drinking before they adjourned to
the bedroom. They each took turns turning my ass into hamburger with the
fiberglass rod Luke keeps in the bedroom. After a few minutes of the terrible
caning, I started crying and begging them to stop. Undaunted, Luke marched into
the guest bathroom and came back brandishing a half-used roll of toilet paper.
He grabbed me by the hair and forced the roll into my mouth. I gagged, but all
that got me was a slap on the back of the head. Then the whipping started
again.

After I was thoroughly worked over, Luke grabbed me by the hair and dragged my
limp carcas into the bathroom. He bent me over the toilet, making sure my face
was well inside the bowl, then ordered me to reach back and spread my ass
cheeks. I knew what was coming next.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!" I screamed into the wad of toilet paper as I suddenly felt
a sharp pain shoot through my rectum. Luke was forcing something up my ass, and
he wasn't being at all gentle about it!

Behind me, I heard Laura gasp in horror. "My god, Natalie, he's shoving that
plunger up his ass without any lubricant!" she said. "That's gotta fucking
HURT!"

"I'm sure it does," Natalie said calmly. "But that's the idea. It's suppposed
to hurt. Let that be a lesson to the creep - we don't tolerate anything less
than perfection!"

Laura snickered. "Man, you two are getting spoiled in your old age!" she said.
Natalie laughingly agreed, and so did Luke. Aside from the pain I was feeling
physically, I was crushed emotionally as well. How could they banter back and
forth like that when I was in such excruciating pain? Didn't they have any
compassion at all?

Luke gave one final, brutal thrust and the plunger went up another few inches
into my inflamed rectal passage. I tried to cry out, but the toilet paper in my
mouth muffled my bellow of agony.

I heard Luke laugh and say, "kind ladies, I give you Exhibit A. Here we have a
stupid, brainless slave who took it upon himself to decide that his superiors
could do without cold beer tonight. Now, tell me, my beautiful lasses: is there
anything else I can do to this sorry piece of shit that might compensate for
your pain and suffering?"

"Always the lawyer, Luke," Laura kidded. "Hmmm...let's see...is there anything
you can do that would make up for us having to drink warm beer?" she mused.
"Wait -I've got it! Luke, why don't you make him wear your underwear over his
head? That ought to be funny."

"But, cupcake, I'm not wearing any underwear," Luke answered. "So we have a
problem, don't we? Hey, I know what! Natalie - would you be so kind as to do
the honors?"

"Sure, sweetie - anything for my darling husband," she said gaily. I heard the
sound of fabric rustling behind me, and I knew Natalie was taking off her
panties.

Suddenly I felt a hand grab hold of my hair and pull my face out of the toilet
water. Someone pulled my ex-wife's blue cotton panties tightly over my head,
then my head was thurst down into the toilet again.

"Now you stay right there like a good boy," Natalie said. "Don't move. Think
about Laura eating my pussy later on tonight."

"Forget that," Luke chimed in. "I'll tell you what you can think about, Brian:
think about licking my asshole tonight when I go to sleep!"

There were guffaws all around, then they all turned and walked away. I heard
the door shut. Then I started to cry.


*   *   *

Laura was due around 8:00, so I had to rush to make sure dinner was on the
table in time. Tonight's menu called for roast duck.

Thanks to my torrid pace, everything was ready with minutes to spare. Natalie
and Luke were in the living room watching television when the doorbell rang. 

"She's here, Brian, go get the door," Natalie called into the kitchen. I ran to
the front door and greeted my wife's best friend. She looked gorgeous in her
short blue jean dress.

"Hey, wimpy-dick, how's it hangin'?" Laura asked as she breezed past me into
the house. She made a bee-line to where Luke and Natalie were sitting in the
living room, and gave each of them a warm hug.

"Ready for a hot time tonight, stud?" she asked Luke as she rubbed her hand
across his crotch. "I know I sure am. I'm ready for some of that good long
stuff, baby!"

"Well, I'm just the guy to give it to ya!" Luke answered, being his usual
modest self. "Brian!" he said suddenly, causing me to jump. "Quit standing
there eavesdropping on our conversation and make yourself useful - get us some
drinks in here!" he said.

"Yes, sir!" I answered in my usual submissive tone.

You can bet that the beer was ice-cold tonight!

The night went fairly smoothly for me. I was slapped only twice - once for
dropping a fork while I was serving dinner, and once for bumping Natalie's knee
while I was taking off her shoes. But I was lucky enough to escape any severe
punishment.

Sometimes when Laura is visiting they'll let me join them in the bedroom, and
sometimes they won't. On this night, I was denied the pleasure of serving the
threesome sexually. Luke had an important case coming up, and he wanted me to
type up the preliminary documents. I was on refreshment duty, though, and I
frequently had to run up and down the stairs refilling drinks.

It was difficult concentrating on my typing job, as I could clearly hear the
moans of pleasure eminating from the master bedroom. Luke certainly has no
problem keeping two women happy in the sack, that's for sure - in fact, he
often says he'd like to try three women at once!

I could tell from the increased volume of their moans that the three of them
were each approaching their orgasms. The shrieks and groans rattled the
windows. Then everything got quiet again. Shortly after the animal sounds
subsided, I was called into the bedroom to serve after-sex drinks. Then Natalie
ordered me to kneel at the foot of the bed and give her a foot massage.

While I ardently rubbed my ex-wife's sexy feet, she, Luke and Laura continued
their conversation as if I wasn't even there. I tried not to stare at their
exposed genitals as they lounged on the big bed, sipping their drinks and
talking like old friends.



NEXT ON HARD COPY: MICHAEL JORDAN TO GET A SEX-CHANGE OPERATION?


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