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Wed To The Whip
by Andrew Roller (roller666@earthlink.net)

***

Dominance, sado-masicaisim, bondage are just a few of 
the description that describe this story of a very 
masculine male, imposing his will on friends and family. 
(Mdom/Ff, sm, bd, tor)

***

They walked along the beach, hand in hand, under the 
palms, watching the sunset. The blonde had on a string 
bikini. She savored the eyes of the passersby as they 
alighted on her. Males, some females regarded her with 
sparkle-eyed appreciation. Kelly smiled inwardly to 
herself. Yes, it was pleasant, being young, newly 
married. She squeezed her husband's hand. John smiled 
down at Kelly and squeezed back. Soon, in the privacy of 
their hotel, they would be squeezing more than just 
hands.

But not yet. The couple moved with a slow, languid 
grace. They watched the sun as it sank slowly into the 
surf far out on the horizon. Waves, sun-kissed, sluiced 
up between their toes, rushing in on the sand as if to 
capture it, then receding, then washing forward again, 
each wave gently taking more and more of the beach under 
its grip as the tide rose.

A couple came toward them. The man was handsome like the 
blonde's husband. She did not know his name, but it was 
William. He was strikingly handsome, with a Roman nose, 
broad shoulders, a well-haired chest. He had black hair 
and a trim goatee that gave him a dominant aspect. In 
his large hand he held, as if captive, the hand of a 
lovely brunette. Her name, also unknown to Kelly, was 
Jill. 

She had larger breasts than Kelly. They were much 
larger, in fact, and for a moment Kelly felt 
intimidated. She looked with apprehensive eyes up at her 
husband. Had he seen the woman who was approaching them? 
Yes! Oh, he stared at her with awestruck eyes, drinking 
in her bosoms as if he were an infant, a starving 
infant, craving milk. Kelly squeezed her husband's hand 
but John, so newly married to her, did not sense her 
squeeze. She felt dejected. Then, recovering from his 
rapture, John gave his blonde newlywed wife's hand a 
reassuring squeeze. 

At the same time the approaching stranger, who was in 
truth larger than the blonde's husband, drilled his dark 
eyes into Kelly's chest. With a sudden blush Kelly 
realized the man found her small, round breasts 
attractive. He seemed as taken with her bosoms as John 
was with those of the fulsome brunette.

Jill was older than the blonde. She seemed not to mind 
her husband's desire. She walked with a light step, 
letting him peer. Jill smiled. Her own eyes lingered 
upon and savored Kelly's chest. Kelly felt a thrill as 
she realized the brunette might be envious of her small, 
high-perched tits.

"Good evening," John said to the brunette and her 
companion as they approached. The inrushing tide washed 
the feet of both couples.

"Good evening," the brunette replied. The man with the 
goatee nodded at Kelly, then at her husband. The 
brunette's eyes flicked from the blonde's tits to her 
eyes, to John's eyes, then, daringly, dropped straight 
to his groin.

The two couples passed. The sun sank below the far-
distant line of the horizon.

"Anything?" the small blonde asked. Her long hair hung 
down over her eyes and she reached up and pushed it 
back. Her hair was like a veil, protecting her, yet it 
invited thoughts in her hosts that were nothing if not 
depraved. She knew that, and was coming to grips with 
accepting it.

"We are quite rigorous in our requirements," the 
brunette said to her. William, the man with the goatee, 
nodded.

Outside, seagulls could be heard fighting in the surf 
over bits of fish. The blonde looked up at her husband. 
John's eyes were entranced by the brunette's cleavage. 
Every breath she took, his eyes followed the rise and 
fall of her sumptuous tits. He shifted on the couch 
beside his wife. He grimaced, noticing Kelly, his wife, 
looking at him. He tried to smile casually at Kelly. She 
looked down at his crotch. There was a distinct bulge. 
John's pants had suddenly become very tight about his 
loins. John cleared his throat, nervously.

William lifted a hand and stroked his goatee. The 
blonde's young husband looked with embarrassed eyes at 
William. The brunette smiled. Her husband, William, 
older by a decade than either herself or the others, 
smiled. He knew what the younger man was going through. 
He gazed frankly at John's crotch. He made no pretence 
of hiding his knowledge of the young man's condition. 
He'd already warned John that he, William, was bisexual.

"Kelly," the brunette said to the youthful blonde wife 
sitting across from her. "You must decide now."

"Yes," Kelly answered. She gazed with apprehensive eyes 
around the older couple's bungalow. They had met again, 
the next night. On the beach. It was as before, both of 
them walking in the incoming surf, their feet washed by 
the sea. They stopped. They chatted. The older couple 
said they were "entertaining guests at the moment," but 
would the young newlyweds be interested in "something 
special" in a week? There had been nods, soft murmurs of 
assent. The moon had risen as they talked and it had 
cast a benediction of silvery moonlight over their 
discussion.

Now here they were, sitting in the older couple's 
bungalow. William and Jill were renting it for several 
weeks, until they should become bored, and go elsewhere, 
journeying through the summer in a long, island-hopping 
vacation, across the Caribbean. John and Kelly had 
extended their stay at the hotel down the shore. They 
were supposed to be back in the 'real world' already, 
but something had caused them to stay, to savor the 
island a little longer. Kelly looked up at her husband. 
He glanced down at her. Together, with her husband 
perched uncomfortably on the sofa beside her, they were 
contemplating their next move. 

"Well, I would like to try swinging, but not necessarily 
with bondage," the blonde said.

"It is how we train new couples," the older man, sitting 
across from her, said.

"We will do our best to see that neither of you are 
hurt," the brunette assured them. "Of course, the 
lessons must be well taught. We are not about to dilute 
them to suit anyone's sensibilities. Even those of such 
a lovely young couple as yourself." The brunette smiled. 
She had already told the blonde they would be spending 
time in each other's arms, if the blonde assented. 

"Okay," the blonde gulped. She glanced immediately at 
her husband. Perhaps she wished he'd contradict her, but 
he didn't. His pants prevented that. He was well-hung 
and very hard now at the prospect of what they were 
about to agree to. Of course, the fact he'd already 
obeyed the older couple's injunction against cumming for 
three days helped seal his fate. He was full and very 
much in need of some relief.

"Then if you're both agreed, let's go downstairs," the 
brunette said. The blonde felt herself flinch. This 
rented bungalow was deceptive. A beach bungalow this 
size wasn't supposed to come with a basement. But this 
one, and several others along the beach, did. Most 
people didn't know that, of course. Unless they rented 
one, or were invited to be guests in one. Outside, a 
seagull screamed in triumph as it snatched a fish out of 
the beak of another gull.

"All our things are down there," the brunette was 
explaining. Jill snapped herself back into the flow of 
the other woman's words. "And there's an added benefit," 
the brunette with the imposing bust continued. "The 
basement is soundproofed, so you won't have to worry, 
either of you, that you'll be heard. Everything will be 
totally private downstairs." She smirked. "Except, of 
course, your privates."

"Please excuse my wife's sense of humor," the man with 
the goatee said to the blonde.

"I'm sorry," the brunette smiled. The blonde gazed into 
her eyes and saw a wicked gleam there.

"Oh, I don't want to go!" the blonde blurted. Her 
husband, John, leaned over and kissed her.

"We're going." he said simply. Then John rose from the 
couch. He drew her up with him. He stood with his crotch 
bulging in his tight jeans, before the older couple, who 
were still seated.

"Yes, going and cumming," the brunette assured the young 
man. She winked. She rose. Her husband stood up. The 
older man drew the blonde away from John and hooked his 
arm through hers.

"You are a lovely young lady," the older man assured the 
girl.

"Thank you," the blonde gulped.

They went downstairs. There was a small room at the base 
of the stairs that resembled a changing room in a gym. 
There were lockers, a wooden bench. At the opposite end 
of the small undressing room was a door.

"My husband and I will be through that door," the 
brunette said. "We must get everything ready, so take 
your time undressing. Kiss a little. When we call, then 
you may come through the door. And oh, by the way," the 
brunette added. "You are to take everything off. Don't 
leave on anything." She looked at the blonde. "Not even 
your earrings, dear."

"I must take off my panties?" the blonde asked.

"Your earrings, and yes, of course, your underwear, 
dear," the brunette told the blonde. She looked at the 
blonde's husband.

"You will ensure her compliance," the brunette said to 
the man.

"Of course. I'm her husband," the blonde's husband 
answered.

When the couple was called forth from the changing room 
they emerged holding hands. They looked like a couple on 
their wedding day, their faces flushed, their eyes wide. 

"Oh, my!" the brunette said immediately. The young 
husband of the blonde sported an erection that was as 
large and stiff as a steel rebar. A large room opened 
before the newlyweds. It was well stocked with liquor, 
pillows, and a large bed. The covers on the bed were 
drawn back. On a small table beside the bed was a vase 
of fresh flowers. Also on the table were bottles of 
lotion, jars of cream, and a small pile of colored 
condoms. At the far end of the room, behind a curtain, 
the blonde caught sight of implements hanging on a wall. 
The tail of a bull whip showed, as well as the wooden 
edge of a paddle.

"Hello, Kelly," the brunette said in a quiet voice. 
"Hello John." The couple regarded her with open mouths. 
In sharp contrast to their total nudity, she was dressed 
in a riding jacket. It was bright red. It was pulled 
open to show off her sumptuous, naked tits. There was a 
red-colored riding cap on her head. 

Jill, decked out in her riding gear, assumed an imposing 
stance before the young couple. A black tie was looped 
around her neck. It held closed the collar of a white 
blouse that she wore beneath her jacket. But, like the 
jacket, her neatly-pressed blouse was thrown open to 
reveal her bare tits. Her flat, smooth belly showed. 
Below that was her proud bush. She wore no panties, no 
skirt. She stood with her legs open in a stance of 
authority. Black thigh-high stockings gripped her legs. 

John stared at Jill with complete awe and fascination. 
He still held his wife's hand, but it was obvious that 
his entire mind was mesmerized by the woman standing so 
confidently before him. His wife was small, delicate, a 
little bird with a long mane of blonde hair. Jill, 
though fine-fingered, and small-waisted, was a 
formidable figure with her huge, momma-like bosoms. Jill 
smiled at John. She adjusted the cap on her head, 
pushing at it with the tip of a riding crop she held in 
her hand. In her other hand she held a condom. It was 
made of clear latex. 

Jill passed the condom to John. "Put this on, please," 
Jill said to the young man. "It's the only covering 
you'll be permitted for the next several days. We always 
ask men to wear one. It helps cut down on the mess."

John nodded. He took the condom. He glanced down at the 
rich carpeting they were standing on. It felt soft 
against his feet.

"Would you like me to help you, honey?" Kelly asked her 
husband. Her voice quavered. She pushed at her blonde 
mane of hair that kept falling down into her eyes. She 
looked nervous. Her bosoms, though, sported twin nipples 
as hard as her husband's cock.

"Kelly, you will not speak anymore unless I give you 
permission," Jill told the young wife.

"But--" Kelly began. She looked at the brunette.

"Kelly," a male voice said. It was deep, sober. The man 
with the goatee stepped out from behind the curtain 
where the implements were hanging. William, Jill's 
husband, stared at the blonde. His eyes looked fierce. 
In his hand he was holding a paddle. He wore long boots 
that stretched to his knees, but no pants. His hairy 
chest was bare. On his hands he wore black leather 
gloves. 

"It's important you do as you're told, Kelly," the man 
said. He slapped his open palm with the paddle. It was a 
round, wooden paddle, and it made a sharp crack when it 
hit the man's hand. He stood stolidly, unaffected by the 
hard report of the paddle against his hand. But the 
blonde shrank at the sound. She gripped her husband's 
hand tightly.

What made the blonde even more frightened, though, was 
the sight of the older man's penis. It was fully erect. 
As if in anticipation, it was already encased in a black 
condom. Kelly could see the condom was well-lubed. Oil 
shone on its entire length.

"It is important that the condom, when it is placed over 
your penis, has a good seal," the brunette said with 
clipped, clinical words to Kelly's husband. "If it's 
alright with you I'd like to show you my oral talents. 
I'll wet your penis with my mouth, then roll on the 
condom." She looked at Kelly, not waiting to see if John 
assented. "As for you, you must wet down my husband's 
cock, so he can slide into you easily when the time 
comes. The oil I've put on his penis is edible. Can you 
deep throat a cock?"

The blonde hesitated, finally nodded that 'no,' she 
could not.

"I didn't think so. You're so newly married, after all," 
Jill told the blonde. "That's why I oiled my husband for 
you. You'll kneel, and practice taking him as best you 
can. Meanwhile I'll get the condom on your husband." The 
blonde nodded. Her eyes were awestruck. 

"Oh, and one more thing," the brunette added. "Since we 
are your instructors, you pay the penalty for any 
accidents. Tongue my husband, but don't make him cum." 
She turned to John. "As for you, young man, if you cum, 
you bear the punishment for it."

"Okay," John said. He glanced with fearful eyes at the 
brunette's riding crop. Then, emboldened by the rampant 
stiffness between his legs, he arched his hips forward. 
He offered the brunette the condom.

"Thank you," the brunette said.

Both females knelt before a man, each taking charge of 
the other's husband. Kelly swirled her tongue around the 
latex-covered head of William's penis. Jill sucked John. 
When at last Kelly had learned a little of the art of 
deep throat, and John was snugly attired in a clear 
condom, the foursome rejoined each other by a small wet 
bar in the basement.

Jill popped open a bottle of champagne. The others were 
given flutes; they preferred them and Jill filled each 
glass to the brim.

"A toast, sir, to the perfection of your erection," Jill 
said to John. William seconded the toast. Kelly laughed 
at the sight of everyone toasting her husband's penis. 
John's cock was thick and hard, covered by latex but 
quite visible through the membrane of film. William, 
more discreet, proffered a cock that couldn't be seen 
through the black condom that covered it.

Jill, filling her glass and sipping from it, tipped the 
half-empty bottle of champagne over John's genitals. To 
a cry from the young man, the cock she'd so recently 
warmed with her mouth was doused with cold bubbly.

"Ah, God!" John said. He watched as the champagne hit 
his dick and splashed over it to the floor. The rug was 
wettened by the champagne but if he came, he would spend 
safely inside the condom.

Kelly, inspired, took a sip from her glass and then 
poured the remainder of it over William's black-sheathed 
dick.

"Ahhh," William breathed. He watched as the champagne 
hit his penis and cooled it. 

"Kelly, you should not spill your drink without 
permission," Jill said to the blonde. The young newlywed 
gulped.

"I'm sorry," Kelly answered.

"Just for that I want you to kneel down and lick the 
champagne off both men's cocks," Jill told Kelly. The 
blonde's eyes widened.

"But-- but I might make them..."

"Yes, and if they do, you'll be the worse for it," Jill 
said. "So lick carefully. And do both at once."

"At once?" Kelly said. Her face blanched.

"At once," Jill answered. She pointed to the floor, 
indicating that Kelly should kneel. The blonde did. Both 
men proudly offered her their dicks.

"Ooooch! Oooook! YOOOOK!" Kelly spluttered as she tried 
to accommodate both men's penises at once in her small 
mouth. The men vied for her attention. They drove 
themselves into her without regard for her, forcing 
themselves together into her mouth, as if in a 
competition to see which could spend first. They were 
both very hard. Desperation mixed with delight showed in 
their faces.

William bent over the girl. With his cock shoved hard 
into Kelly's mouth, he delivered a sharp blow to Kelly's 
bare fanny.

SWAT!

"Hooooooch!" Kelly shouted. Both her hands flew back to 
her bottom. The men, now no longer having to contend 
with her shielding fingers, pushed themselves deeper and 
more vigorously into her mouth. They looked like two 
giants, standing over her, shoving carrots, one flesh-
colored, one black, into her rosebud lips. The blonde 
was kneeling with her hands on her bottom. She did her 
best to accept both penises in her stretched-apart 
mouth.

"That's it," Jill said to the blonde. She dropped to her 
knees behind Kelly. She gripped the girl by her frail 
shoulders so that Kelly couldn't be pushed backward 
towards the floor. 

"Oohoooooo!" Kelly squealed. Her body was trapped 
between Jill and Jill's husband, plus her own husband. 
She couldn't bend back to escape the men's indriving 
cocks. She spluttered, gagged. The men fed themselves to 
her like two randy young boys, enjoying their first oral 
sex. They arched their hips and competed to drive their 
strong dicks deep into Kelly's slim throat. The blonde 
tried begging for mercy. Her words were silenced by the 
twin prongs stuffing themselves into her mouth. 

When it seemed Kelly would faint from lack of air, both 
men yanked themselves back.

"WHOOSH!" Kelly gasped, drawing in breath as soon as she 
was free of the dicks.

"Are you okay?" Jill asked the blonde.

"Oooooo! I couldn't breathe!" Kelly said. She took 
several deep gasps. "But now I can," she added, as if to 
allay any fears that she'd suffered harm. Her voice was 
high. Briskly she rubbed her smacked bottom.

Jill reached around Kelly's slim hips and insinuated a 
finger into her cunt.

"Oooh, don't!" Kelly pleaded. At the same time she 
wiggled her hips, as if to urge Jill's finger to desist, 
or perhaps to plunge more deeply.

"The first thing you're to learn is that you must never 
touch yourself here, except on express orders," Jill 
said in a whispering voice to Kelly, while touching her 
slit. "The second is that you must never refuse 
another's touch here."

"Oooh, it makes me feel funny," Kelly said. Her words 
were shrill. She'd never been touched by another woman 
before.

"Yes, of course it feels unique, dear," Jill said. She 
flicked at Kelly's special place with a sharp, manicured 
fingernail. "Let's get that little cunny of yours 
buzzing, hmmm?" Jill said.

For the next several minutes both men watched, awe-
struck, as the two women kneeling beneath their cocks 
touched. At first, Jill felt Kelly from behind. Then 
Kelly turned, urged by Jill, and reciprocated by 
fingering Jill's slit. Soon both women were kissing as 
they continued to massage each other between their open, 
thrust-forward hips. Their digits explored each other's 
slits. Saliva mingled in their mouths as their fingers 
delved for, and found, honey-moistened flesh.

"Mmm! Mmmm! I want to be a mommie!" Kelly babbled as 
Jill's finger brought her to the sharp edge of an 
orgasm. Jill laughed. She drew her finger out of Kelly's 
furred nest.

"What a strange desire, for someone so newly married!" 
Jill said.

"Put it back!" Kelly gasped, looking at Jill's finger.

"No, my sweet. I only wish to excite you. Not to make 
you cum," Jill said.

"Ooooh!" Kelly sighed. Her eyes were glazed. She looked 
up at her husband, then at William. The men stared down 
at her.

"I'll handle it," William said.

"No you won't, dear," Jill said. "We have a long night 
ahead of us. Days, perhaps. We will take our time. All 
of us." She rose from the floor. She waved her riding 
crop at her husband, for he still seemed intent on 
dropping to the floor and bringing Kelly the bliss she 
desired. 

Jill looked down at the girl at her feet. With soft, 
manicured fingers, she reached down and seized the 
girl's arm. She drew the young bride to her feet.

"We have much to do, and though plenty of time, not 
forever, to do it in," the brunette said. 

"Mmmm, put your finger back in me," the blonde said, 
imploringly, but her eyes were glazed and she was 
willing to do whatever was asked. Jill had plans.

A few minutes later John found himself standing before a 
series of wooden stocks. Each was small, and placed at 
the level of his groin. His penis arched out toward 
them. He gazed with wonder at each of the stocks. They 
were like little baseboards on a guillotine, nine of 
them, each lined up right behind the other. Their halves 
could be closed, and then adjusted by the use of screws. 

At the moment each one of them stood open, the top board 
flipped up, like a flip-top lid hanging open on a 
container. John guessed that, given the right incentive, 
the top of each stock could be brought down and snapped 
shut. He stared at the small stocks. They looked 
perfect, for holding something in place. But what?

In the center of each of the stocks was a hole. It was 
fairly small. It was a single hole, placed in the middle 
of each of the stocks. A man might fit his wrist 
through; no, the hand would be too big. There was no 
possibility of him sticking his neck through. What could 
such a uniquely sized hole be for? Something long, John 
guessed, and uniform in width all along its length.

"Those sure are odd-looking stocks," John confessed to 
Jill. He felt a tremor run up his back. It made his 
balls quiver between his legs. 

"They're for your penis!" Jill said. She smiled happily. 
She fingered the nearest stock. Her hands caressed it 
lovingly. She beckoned John forward. He saw that she 
wanted him to stick his dick through it. In fact, John 
realized, she might wish for him to thrust his organ 
through several of the stocks. They were lined up one 
after another in front of him. Their holes formed a kind 
of wooden vagina.

"I'm not supposed to put my head or my hands through 
these stocks, then?" John asked. He stood erect before 
the nearest guillotine-like stock. He admired how 
closely it would hold him if he were foolish enough to 
insert himself in it.

"That's right," Jill smiled. She adjusted the height of 
the stock, eyeing his dick, turning the screws so there 
would be just enough room for him once the stock's top 
was brought down. Then, John guessed, if he did offer 
himself, and let her close the stock, she would lock it. 
There were latches on the right side of each stock, to 
hold it shut over whatever was put through it.

John shivered. He looked at Jill's hands, touching, with 
spider-like grace, the bolts running through the wood. 
He longed to have something hold his penis, even if it 
trapped him.

Jill's eyes dared John to insert himself. He felt like 
Adam tempted in the garden. Except here, he might lose 
more than Adam did. Who knew what might happen to him if 
he allowed himself to be fastened down in the stocks?

John flexed his arms. He glanced at his wife. She stared 
blankly; frightened, yet impressed. Like a weightlifter 
contemplating a lift, John flexed his arms again. He 
arched his back. He flexed his hard, muscled thighs. His 
penis wobbled in front of him; lewd, exposed, its length 
fully hard and turgid.

Jill extended her riding crop out past John's waist. She 
gave him a smack on his bottom. It was a playful smack. 
John flinched at the feel of the leather striking his 
bottom. 

"Oh! Don't mark his buns!" John's wife cried. She put a 
hand to her face. She watched with awed eyes. William 
stood beside her. Jill ignored John's wife. In a soft 
voice, her eyes bright with invitation, she told John of 
her plans. 

"We have men with penises of varying lengths visit us," 
Jill told John. "What you're to do, John, is insert your 
penis through the nearest stock. I'll lock it over your 
cock so you can't escape. Of course, a slim wooden 
stock, locked round the base of your penis, would allow 
most of the rest of your dick to be exposed. So each of 
the succeeding stocks, behind the first one, will be 
locked down over your dick as well. I'll lock each one 
in turn over your cock until only the head of your penis 
remains. Then, we'll be done."

"What then?" John asked, fascinated.

"You'll see," Jill smiled.

"Oh, I'm frightened for him!" Kelly blurted. She gripped 
William's hand, holding his hand like a small child 
might, or a lover. William's sleek cock stuck out from 
between his legs. Kelly's free hand dropped from her 
mouth and slapped her thigh, impatiently. She yearned to 
diddle her own slit to excitement. At the same time she 
wanted to yank on William's erection. She was a buzz of 
erotic confusion and contradiction, watching as her 
husband was lured into doing something undreamt of with 
his penis.

"Don't worry, you're both newly married. I'm not going 
to harm your husband's penis," Jill assured Kelly. She 
smiled at the girl. "I'm just going to give it a 
workout."

"Oh," Kelly said.

 John took a deep breath. He advanced. He placed his 
dick within the half-moon shaped holes that were cut in 
the center of each of the pieces of wood. Jill grinned. 
It was a cat-like grin. Her long-lashed eyes fluttered 
demurely. She extended her small pink tongue and licked 
her lips. As soon as John had presented himself, 
settling his dick in the bottom of each of the open 
holes, Jill acted. She shut the nearest stock. John felt 
it grip his penis. It clutched at the base of his cock. 
Only the latex of the condom that hugged his dick kept 
the bare wood from pressing directly against John's 
flesh. Nonetheless, through the thin latex, John could 
feel the unfinished wood. It felt raw. He wondered if it 
had any splinters in it. 

The snap of the first stock, closing over John, sounded 
loud in the underground room. Kelly flinched as she 
stared at the raw wood gripping her husband's flesh. 
Jill closed a latch on the end of the stock. She worked 
slowly. Each stock had five latches on it which had to 
be snapped shut individually. They were gold in color. 
They looked like metal laces. They were delicate in 
their design. Yet together, Jill guessed, all of them 
closed, they would hold her husband fast. 

Jill savored the sight of John's penis engaged by the 
wood. She licked her lips repeatedly. When all the small 
latches at the end of the first closed stock were in 
place, Jill went to the table beside the bed. She opened 
a drawer. She took out a large, heavy padlock. She 
walked with swinging hips back to the stocks, where John 
stood. With a grin she snapped the padlock over the 
middle latch in the nearest stock.

"I take it speed isn't of the essence here," John said, 
looking at the strange assortment of latches at the end 
of each stock. He realized that all of them would have 
to be closed, individually. Then each one would have to 
be separately locked.

"No, speed isn't important," Jill smiled. "You won't be 
going anywhere anyway, even with just the first stock 
closed around the base of your dick. Go ahead. See if 
you can open the stocks. Use your hands if you like."

John did. He tried to break free. He wrenched on the 
stock enclosing his penis. It didn't budge. Not only was 
the post holding up the stocks firmly planted in the 
ground, but the wood itself was now tightly locked 
around the base of his dick.

Jill picked up a bottle of perfume. It had an atomizer 
attached to it. She squeezed the ball on the atomizer 
and spritzed John's penis with male cologne.

"What's that for?" John asked.

"Something to soothe your erection," Jill said. "You're 
going to be locked up for awhile. I figure I should 
apply this now, before you're all covered over with 
wood."

"I could always spend and get out of this thing," John 
said.

"Oh, we'll see about that," Jill smiled. She finished 
anointing John's cock with the cool droplets of cologne.

One by one the stocks were fitted over John's erection. 
When Jill was finished, it took seven of the nine 
available stocks to lock down John's cock. Only the head 
of John's penis showed when Jill was done. It stuck 
through the last stock, large and red, a knob looking 
for fingers to turn it. Jill did, twisting it a little. 
John cried out.

William laughed. 

"And now a decoration," Jill smiled. She took a knife 
and carefully cut open the end of the condom on John's 
dick. John cried out, fearfully, but Jill hushed him. "I 
told you that you wouldn't be hurt if you obey," Jill 
said.

"But what if I cum?" John asked. "There's no guarantee I 
won't, you know."

"Oh, I think there might be," Jill replied. Tossing 
aside the bit of cut-away condom, she walked over to the 
bed. She took a flower from the vase on the bedside 
table. Greasing the tip of the flower's stem, Jill 
inserted it into John's peehole. John gasped.

"You're making me look like some kind of a faggot!" John 
protested.

"Just wait," Jill said.

A few minutes later John found out why he wouldn't be 
able to escape from his predicament, even if he reduced 
the size of his penis by spending. William bolted a 
trestle to the floor behind John. He inserted the 
trestle's legs into pre-arranged holes in the floor. 
Then his wife went to work. First, she put shackles on 
each of John's ankles. Then she locked his ankles to the 
legs of the trestle standing behind him. Next, she put a 
vise on top of the trestle. Within the jaws of the vise 
she placed a dildo. Jill eased apart the cheeks of 
John's ass. Carefully she oiled the rim of his anus.

"Hey! What are you doing?" John asked. He gazed back 
over his broad, powerful shoulders. Jill cupped one of 
his small buns with her hand, pulling it away from the 
other, and poked eerily in-between his cheeks.

"You'll know quite distinctly in just a minute, dear," 
Jill said. Then she shoved the end of the dildo up 
between John's ass cheeks.

"Honey!" John cried. He jerked. He gazed wildly at his 
wife. But Kelly, seeking refuge beside William's 
imposing figure, only laughed. She thought her husband 
looked silly with something stuck up his ass, and his 
penis trapped between boards. She told him so.

"Don't insult your husband, Kelly," Jill said.

"I'm sorry," Kelly said. "But he does look totally 
ridiculous."

Then it was Kelly's turn to be put on display. Jill 
handed the girl a jar of fresh icing. It was vanilla 
icing, for a cake. But instead of being given a cake to 
decorate, Kelly was given the same knife that had been 
used to cut open John's condom.

"Spread the icing over your pussy," Jill commanded 
Kelly. The blonde, trembling, obeyed. 

"Oooh, it's chilly," Kelly remarked. The icing had been 
kept in the refrigerator. It felt like liquid ice 
against her skin. She worked slowly, using the sharp 
knife, spreading the icing over her warm muff. She had 
to be careful not to cut herself with the knife. She 
already had a slit between her legs. She didn't wish to 
enlarge it.

When Kelly had completely covered her pussy with icing, 
Jill took the jar and the knife away from her. 

"Now, using just one of your fingers, I want you to wipe 
all the icing off of yourself," Jill said.

Kelly poked at herself with one of her fingers. She bit 
her lip, enjoying the sensation of her finger diddling 
her slit, scooping up icing. She passed her finger 
between her legs and lifted it aloft. She displayed it 
to the others.

"I need a napkin or something to clean my finger with," 
Kelly said. 

"No you don't. Lick your finger clean," Jill replied.

"Oh," Kelly answered. She contemplated her finger a 
moment. It was covered down to the middle knuckle with 
icing. But that wasn't all. Kelly knew she was wet 
between her legs and, in addition to the icing, mingled 
in with it, was natural lubrication from her cunt.

Kelly opened her mouth. She didn't want to taste 
herself! But William and Jill gazed at her with hard, 
uncompromising eyes. She glanced at her husband. He was 
no help at all, trapped by his cock between seven 
guillotine-shaped blocks of wood. She made a face and 
popped her finger in her mouth. It wasn't too bad. The 
icing was sweet. But she thought she could taste herself 
mixed with the icing. She'd never done that before; it 
scared her. Yet, with the others looking on, she licked 
her finger completely clean.

"Very good, Kelly," Jill said. "Keep at it until your 
pussy has no more icing on it."

"Mmmm. The icing is sweet," Kelly said. But she knew it 
wasn't just the sweetness of the icing she was tasting. 
Jill smiled, and said, "I'm sure it is, Kelly." And then 
Jill smirked, and Kelly blushed, fiercely. Oh, how 
embarrassing, to taste yourself in front of another 
girl! She hesitated. She lowered her finger to her belly 
but inserted it in her navel instead of letting it 
travel on down to her iced bush.

"Kelly," William said. "Do as my wife says. We keep a 
bull whip on hand for girls who can't obey."

"Oh!" Kelly shouted. She gazed at her husband. He 
grinned, impressed by the idea of seeing his wife eat 
herself out.

"Do as they say, honey," John told her from across the 
room. "I want to see you eat your own pussy." 

Slowly, painstakingly, Kelly wiped her pussy clean. She 
used just one of her fingers, cleaning it in her mouth.

"Mmmm, this is a fun way to eat icing," Kelly confessed. 
She rotated her hips with pleasure. It was pleasant to 
be able to finger herself, even if it was highly 
embarrassing. She shoved her hips forward and smiled at 
William.

"God, how beautiful she looks!" John, still trapped in 
the stocks, exclaimed.

"You have a lovely wife," William, standing nearer the 
girl, agreed.

"I'm glad I'm not being punished like John," Kelly said. 
She gazed at his taut behind, split apart and penetrated 
by the trestle-mounted dildo. She gave a heartfelt 
wiggle. She was naked and free, and enjoying the icing-
laced taste of herself. She dug anew in her slit for 
more icing. She popped her finger in her mouth. She 
sucked it, then brought it out again and diddled it 
again in her slit. "Except, except," Kelly said. "I have 
to cum!" Kelly cried. She massaged herself freely. She 
did not lift her hand to her mouth again, though her 
finger became quickly covered with icing.

"Kelly! No!" Jill said. She walked behind the girl and 
struck her on her bare fanny with her crop.

"Hoooooch!" Kelly shouted. With her free hand she tried 
to cover her bottom. She rubbed it. "Don't!" Kelly 
implored, still massaging her pussy with her index 
finger of her other hand.

"Control, Kelly," Jill said. "Put your finger in your 
mouth and lick it. Don't keep stroking your cunny once 
you've got a finger load of icing."

"Mmmm, yes," Kelly breathed. She obeyed, but 
reluctantly, taking her finger from her slit and licking 
it. "This is kind of like torture if I can't cum," Kelly 
confessed.

"Yes. It's supposed to be," Jill replied.

"When do I get to cum?" Kelly said. Her voice was shrill 
and sounded desperate.

"Not for a long time, little one," Jill said.

"Ooooh! That's much too long for me!" Kelly said. She 
put her finger to her slit and paid no mind to the 
injunction against masturbating. She wiggled her finger 
up into herself. She filled her digit with icing but did 
not bring it to her lips.

"Kelly!" Jill scolded. 

"Ooooh! I can't help it!" Kelly wailed. "I need to cum 
NOW!"

"She thinks this is her bridal chamber, but it's our 
house!" William said angrily.

Jill grabbed the blonde's wrist. She yanked the girl's 
finger out of her slit. Kelly stared at the woman.

"I'm sorry," Kelly gasped.

"It's time we took a firmer hand with you, young lady," 
Jill replied. The blonde looked toward her husband. But 
there was nothing John could do, for he was trapped by 
his penis in the stocks.

William went to the bed. Kelly's eyes trailed after him, 
gazing at his hard, haired butt-cheeks. She expected him 
to call her to the bedside but instead he bent down and 
pulled something out from under it.

Shoes. Kelly gazed at them. They were small, white 
tennis shoes. They looked just about right for her feet. 
Along with the shoes William took from under the bed a 
pair of socks, as well as a soft, fluffy white towel.

William walked over to Kelly. Jauntily his condom-
encased cock bounced with his stride, like an eel 
quivering through water, except his cock was moving 
through the cool air of the room. Kelly wondered if 
William's penis felt hot, inside its latex sheath. She 
admired the torpedo-like shape of it. Its long shaft 
ended in a bulbous head of obscene size; like a big nut 
stuck on the end of a tire iron. She wondered 
apprehensively if William had any plans for sticking 
that big nut-like head of his up inside her. Surely he 
must. She shivered. William walked up to her and dropped 
the shoes at her feet.

"Put them on," William said. 

"I don't really need shoes down here, with such a soft 
carpet," Kelly said.

William took both Kelly's hands in his. He gripped her 
slender wrists and looked into her eyes.

"Kelly," William said. "Despite any pain you may suffer, 
you'll find that my wife and I always take utmost care 
of our captives. I want you to sit down on the floor and 
put on these socks, and the shoes. Then we'll continue 
with your training."

Kelly bit her lip. Then she began to kneel, to slide 
down William's body, feeling the knobby head of his cock 
banging against her as she moved. William held her wrist 
aloft and stopped her.

"Let me unfold this towel first, so you can have a nice, 
soft seat for your bottom to rest on while you put on 
your shoes," William told Kelly.

"I don't really need, I--" Kelly began. She wiggled in 
William's grasp.

"You'll be glad I paid such kind attention to your 
bottom, in a few minutes," William said to Kelly.

"Why?" Kelly asked.

"Because he's going to march you around the room and 
spank it!" Jill blurted. She seemed slightly peeved at 
how mesmerized her husband was. His eyes glowed at the 
young blonde wife, showing a passion she'd not seen in 
them since they'd first met.

"Oooh! I don't want to be spanked!" Kelly said. But, at 
the same time, she deftly took the white socks out of 
William's hand. The man dropped the towel he was holding 
down on the floor. Kelly turned, bent, and unfolded the 
towel so she could sit upon it. Then she sat down. She 
sat like a child, her thighs open wide, and picked up 
the shoes. She lifted a foot into the air and pulled the 
shoe on her foot. Merrily she tied the laces, as if to 
run outside and play. Now and then she cast a flicking 
upward glance to see if William was paying attention. He 
was.

Jill handed William the wooden paddle Kelly had first 
seen him holding when she'd entered the basement, coming 
out of the changing room.

"Thanks," William said absently to his wife. He never 
took his eyes off Kelly.

"Be sure to make her lift her knees nice and high," Jill 
told her husband. "And to keep her hands up behind her 
neck. Any mistake, and she should be given an exemplary 
blow, harder than the rest, so she'll develop a perfect 
posture."

"I'm sure I know what to do," William said in a 
distracted voice to his wife. Kelly finished tying her 
shoes and stood up. She smiled at William, delighted 
with the big man's attention. She tried to ignore the 
paddle he was holding. Instead, she focused on his eyes. 
With her fingers, she reached out and tentatively 
touched the knob-head of his penis.

"Kelly," William breathed. His voice sounded deep and 
throaty.

"Yes, sir?" Kelly asked in a high-pitched voice. She 
gave the knob of his penis a slight twist.

"Agh. Kelly," William said. His hand, holding the 
paddle, trembled.

"Your dick reminds me of a stick shift in a sports car," 
Kelly told William.

"That's nice, Kelly," William said. "I want you to put 
your hands up behind your neck. I could lock them, but I 
want to train you to hold them there."

Immediately, though she must have guessed what William 
had in store for her, Kelly clapped her hands to the 
back of her neck. Her breasts, lifted and displayed by 
the gesture, shook tenderly. Kelly gave William a big, 
eager smile. William nearly dropped the paddle he was 
holding.

"Kelly, I want you to turn around," William told the 
girl. She obeyed, at once. William was impressed. She 
was so willing! William patted Kelly's behind with the 
wooden paddle he was holding. He watched as a tremor ran 
up from the girl's tail bone all the way to the back of 
her neck, where her hands were. Surely she must be 
afraid, William thought. Yet she was keeping her fear 
under control and doing all she could to please him. 
William felt like grabbing his dick and shoving it up 
her ass, he was so impressed with her. In the event, he 
almost did spill, just looking at her eager young body. 
He paused, drew in a deep breath, and waited while a 
tremor seized his cock and then subsided.

"Kelly, I want you to march around the room. Around your 
husband," William said. "March in a big, wide circle. 
I'll be behind you all the way. You must lift your knees 
as high as you can." William tapped Kelly's behind with 
the paddle. She flinched. He marveled at the way the 
girl's bare bottom cheeks quivered at the touch of the 
wood; like twin halves of a ball, tight and perfect in 
their shape. "Begin," William ordered. 

Kelly, who had been a Majorette in High School, proudly 
lifted one of her knees. She felt her bosoms bounce as 
she did, and gasped. She had always worn a bra when she 
marched in the band in High School.

SLAP! A gentle splatting of the paddle struck Kelly's 
bottom.

"Oooch!" Kelly said. It was a soft, surprised remark, in 
response to a controlled, well-placed blow of the paddle 
against her ass.

SLAP! The paddle struck again, this time a little 
harder.

"HooOOCH!" Kelly said. But she never missed a step as 
she picked up first one knee, then the other, making a 
wide, marching circle around her husband's trapped form. 

John watched. He groaned when he saw the paddle strike 
his wife's bottom. He jerked his hips. He tried to free 
himself from the stocks. But he was locked in, the wood 
fettering his penis, its hardness tight against his own. 

Jill walked up to John. She was holding the bottle of 
perfume again. She stood behind him and bent over. She 
squirted the wet droplets from the atomizer onto John's 
testicals.

"You don't really need to do that," John told Jill. He 
felt rather silly having his genitals moistened with 
women's cologne.

"Oh, but I do," Jill answered. She walked away. A moment 
later she returned. Her bare hips swung sexily. She was 
grinning. John longed for her pussy as he watched her 
walk up to him. If only he wasn't stuck inside these 
stupid board! 

Jill had a long, black wand in her hand.

"What's that?" John asked.

"It's a cattle prod," Jill answered.

"Oook!" John heard his wife say, somewhere behind him. 
She was immediately awarded with a sharp slap on her 
bottom. She howled. A moment later she came marching 
round in front of her husband, William following.

"Keep your eyes straight ahead, girl!" William growled. 
He gave Kelly another blow on her bottom as she tried to 
gape at her husband.

"YoooHoooo! Don't hoit him! He's my husband!" Kelly 
wailed.

"Such a silly girl," Jill said. "I've already assured 
her you wouldn't suffer any permanent damage, right, 
John?"

"What's that cattle prod for?" John asked.

"I'm going to test your ability to control your desire 
to spend, darling," Jill said. "It's important that all 
you men practice ejaculatory control, don't you agree?"

"Yes, but--" John stammered. He watched as Jill inserted 
the cattle prod up between his thighs. He couldn't close 
them; his ankles were bolted to the trestle that was 
fixed to the floor behind him!

"You'll feel a light sting," Jill said. "I've put it on 
the minimum setting. Try not to spurt when it touches. 
Ready?"

John gazed down at the wood covering his cock. "What if 
I do?" he croaked. "I've got a flower stem jammed in the 
end of my cock but--"

"Your jet might be so powerful you shoot it out?" Jill 
said. "It's a risk, I suppose. Do you think I should put 
a cup or something down on the rug?"

"Oh, I don't know! Don't touch me with that thing and 
then it won't be a problem, hopefully--!" John gritted. 
"HOOOOOOOCH!"

Too late! The prod touched his balls and pushed against 
them, like a pencil applied to the bottom of a well-
filled balloon.

"How did that feel?" Jill asked.

"Don't do that agAIN!" John cried, feeling the prod butt 
against him a second time. It sent a chill of 
electricity zapping up through his testicals and even 
along the long shaft of his wood-enclosed dick.

"Oh! You're hurting my husband! We won't be able to have 
any babies!" Kelly howled. A SPLAT! sounded as William 
punished her for speaking without permission.

"OOOOOOOHH!" Kelly cried. She wiggled her bottom. It had 
red prints on it now, from where the paddle had struck.

"YOW!" John cried manfully, as the prod came into 
contact with him again. It made his perfume-wettened 
balls shiver like ripe fruit in a gale.

John suffered repeated contacts from the prod. All the 
while, his young wife was forced to march around him, 
her fanny bearing increasingly red marks as William 
delivered stinging blows of the paddle. At last, Jill 
called a halt to the proceedings.

"We shall have a break," Jill said, simply. It sounded 
as if they'd been playing tennis, rather than sexual 
games. She put her prod down on the end of the bed and 
invited William and Kelly to join her. 

"Ooooh! I've gotten it good," Kelly said. She let go of 
her neck and slapped her hands to her ass. She rubbed it 
briskly. She gazed at William with appreciative eyes.

"I daresay the little bitch liked it," Jill said. She 
plopped down on the end of the bed, next to her prod. 
She reached out and, grasping a strand of Kelly's long 
blonde hair, she drew the blonde over to her. She spread 
her legs and had Kelly stand between them.

"She showed exemplary form," William said. He sat down 
on the edge of the bed beside his wife. He glanced at 
the prod; his own penis stuck out like a stiff 
invitation; his balls were brimmingly full and taut.

"Did she let go of her neck often?" Jill asked. She 
stroked Kelly's long hair, as if combing it with her 
fingers.

"Only a few times; for which she was amply rewarded," 
William grinned.

"Let me see," Jill said. She took hold of Kelly by her 
waist. She turned the girl's bare figure so that she was 
forced to present her backside to the young woman. "Take 
away your hands, Kelly," Jill said. The newlywed wife 
was still massaging her bottom.

"Ooooh! Don't spank me anymore!" Kelly begged. She let 
her hands be lifted off her fanny.

"We'll see about that," Jill replied. "My, how red you 
are back here, Kelly! You did get some good swats."

"They HURT!" Kelly said.

"I know they did, dear," Jill answered. She bent forward 
and kissed the girl's neck. Then she whispered in her 
ear.

Kelly was tasked with serving everyone drinks. Even her 
husband got one. He had to take his standing up, his 
cock firmly embedded in the multiple blocks of wood. 

"Make him drink a lot," Jill told Kelly. "Refill his 
glass as soon as he's done. I want to see him pee, with 
his dick trapped like that."

"Okay!" Kelly said. She was happy. Nakedly she served 
everyone, her bottom showing the signs of her 
punishment. She still wore the tennis shoes William had 
given her. She moved with girlish grace, mixing drinks 
like a pro, despite her tender years, serving her 
husband with blushing cheeks. Jill complimented her on 
her ability to serve them.

"Thank you," Kelly said. "I've been trying to learn how 
to mix all different kinds of drinks, so my husband can 
have a different one every day when he comes home from 
work," Kelly said.

"How thoughtful," Jill agreed. "And do you meet him 
wearing a negligee?"

"Um, sometimes," Kelly said. "Or nothing at all."

"Newlywed bliss!" Jill laughed. She looked at her 
husband. His eyes were bright. He watched Kelly as she 
sashayed about, making sure everyone's drinks got 
refilled.

"I'll bet you'd like to trade me for her," Jill said 
accusingly to her husband.

"Uh, maybe," William answered. He grinned. When Kelly 
came close, to check his drink again, he reached for her 
face. He opened her lips with his finger. She smiled, 
didn't complain. She sucked on his finger briefly. Then 
he surprised her by pulling the black condom off his 
penis. Strands of pre-cum oozed from the end of it. He 
lifted it to her mouth. She resisted, a little, then let 
him stick the end of it into her lips. She walked away, 
holding a drinks tray in her hand, and a condom between 
her teeth. It hung from her mouth and flapped against 
her chin. John stared. His wife said nothing, but 
continued with her duties while holding the end of the 
condom in her mouth, just where William had put it. 

"I have to go to the bathroom!" John announced. Kelly 
giggled. The condom fell from her lips onto her tray. 
Jill got up from the bed and picked up her cattle prod. 
She walked over to John, her eyes glowing with mischief. 
She stepped in front of him and bent over. She placed 
her mouth against the tip of his penis. She kissed him. 
She kissed the flower stuck in his pee hole. Then, 
carefully, she withdrew the long stem of the flower from 
his penis, using only her mouth. Her lips left a wetness 
on the head of John's cock that made it feel cool.

Spitting out the flower, Jill lifted her cattle prod. 

"What th--? You wouldn't!" John gasped. 

ZZZAP! The tip of the prod touched his moistened penis. 
It connected with his pee hole and delivered a painful 
charge of electricity to it.

"Yeeeeouch!" John cried. He twisted his hips, trying to 
endure the shock of being touched in such a sensitive 
place.

ZZZAP! Again the prod came into contact with his pee 
hole. Again he groaned, and this time he cursed Jill.

"Stop it, you bitch!" John said. 

Kelly stared. She dropped her drinks tray. A glass of 
liquor spilled on the plush carpet. Kelly clapped her 
hands to her face. Yet she said nothing, no word of 
protest, only gaped with wonder as Jill taunted her 
husband's penis. William got up from the bed. He walked 
over to Kelly. He reached out to put his arm around her 
but she twisted away from him.

"Just a little jolt," Jill said.

"YEEEOUCH!" John cried.

"I must remind you that you're a love slave," Jill 
smiled at John. "I didn't hurt you too badly, did I?"

"I-" John gasped. He caught his breath and wiggled his 
dick in the close confines of the seven blocks of wood 
that were locked down over it. "It's- It's okay, I 
guess," John said with amazement. 

"You're quite sturdy," Jill said. "All those jolts to 
your balls, and still you didn't spurt. I have a great 
admiration for your control, sir. And just for that I'm 
going to let you pee." She turned. "Come here, Kelly," 
she ordered.

William reached out and grabbed the girl. Then, holding 
Kelly around the waist, as she wriggled and tried to 
escape, he gallantly took hold of her arm. He admired 
its slimness. He ran his fingers up her arm to her face. 
He pulled one of her hands away from her mouth. He 
gripped it in his own hand. He walked with her toward 
John.

"Don't I need to be released?" John asked Jill. "I told 
you, I have to go to the bathroom."

Jill picked up a small square off the floor. It had sat 
innocently in a corner, unobserved, until now. She 
unfurled it like a flag, and it turned out to be a 
large, unopened Glad plastic trash bag. It was green. 
She laid it on the floor underneath the tip of John's 
penis.

"You are going to go to the bathroom, dear. Don't 
worry," Jill told John. "In fact, you're going to go 
right now. On your wife."

"On my wife?!" John shouted. He stared as Kelly was 
tugged onto the plastic by William. She tried to resist, 
a little, but William was strong and could move her with 
ease when he wished to. He made her stand before her 
husband, on the plastic sheet. Then he made her kneel 
down. He got behind her and opened her legs. He dropped 
to his knees. Kelly stared up at her husband's cock as 
William entered her from behind.

"You may pee now, John," Jill said. She walked behind 
the captive man. She grasped his big, full testicles in 
one hand and with her other hand took hold of the end of 
the dildo that was jammed up his butt. She twisted the 
dildo and simultaneously squeezed his balls.

"Don't!" John gritted.

"Pee, or I'll hurt you," Jill breathed.

"Acck! I'm sorry, honey!" John shouted. A sudden stream 
of pee shot from the end of his dick. It arched 
gracefully through the air and splashed directly into 
Kelly's mouth. It was open with surprise, her lips 
parted in a pretty O. She realized she was tasting her 
husband's pee and tried closing her mouth, but a hard 
thrust from William caused her to jerk her lips wider 
apart.

"OOOOOH!" Kelly exclaimed. William gripped her around 
her waist with his big burly arms and shoved his penis 
hard into her womb. She ground against him. Her bottom, 
red from being spanked, stung at the contact of her soft 
skin upon his haired, bristly groin. Kelly tried to 
rise. William held her down. He thrust into her from 
behind. He caused her to scream at the forcefulness of 
his entry. In front, pee from her husband's penis 
showered Kelly's face. In back, threaded up between her 
legs, William's penis filled her and stretched her.

"Nooooo!" Kelly pleaded. Her face contorted in a rectus 
of heartfelt emotion. She was being peed on-- and fucked 
at the same time! Never had she done something so 
depraved. Jill watched, and laughed. Kelly tried 
twisting her head toward the woman to protest, but the 
thoroughness with which William was fucking her made it 
impossible. He shoved; hard, repeatedly, feeding her his 
foot-long length of cock, as she strove to dismount him. 
At the same time, wickedly, her husband continued to 
urinate down on her. His pee filled her mouth and ran 
down her throat. At the same time, the volume of it was 
so forceful that it overfilled her small mouth and 
splashed her cheeks. It ran down her neck. It speckled 
her breasts.

"Yes, piss all over her!" Jill said gleefully to John. 
She stood beside him now, no longer buggering him or 
holding his balls, but enjoying the spectacle of seeing 
him use his wife as a urinal. Kelly could hardly resist. 
She was forcefully impaled on William's cock and being 
hammered with it as if she were a rag doll. Futilely her 
hands clasped at the air. Her long lovely tresses 
bounced. In vain, in vain, for the urine kept splashing 
upon her face while William, grunting behind her like an 
animal, worked himself into a frenzy, his cock like a 
huge sausage rammed up her belly.

"Oh, God! Not more!" Kelly blurted. Her eyes gaped as 
William, inside her, suddenly let loose his sperm. It 
gushed into her just as her husband's pee began to 
subside. John watched with shocked eyes as William used 
his wife to relieve his sexual needs. Kelly groaned. 
William massaged her cunny with expert hands; finding 
her spot easily, knowing just how to please it.

Kelly realized, as she felt William fill her and fondle 
her, that the strange man knew better how to please her 
than her own newlywed husband did!

"Yes," Jill said, gazing down with approval. She 
extended her cattle prod and touched one of Kelly's 
breasts right on the tip of its pointy nipple.

"Aaack!" Kelly hollered. An electrical charge imparted 
itself to her tit. Jill laughed, probed across one bosom 
to the other, and touched Kelly's other nipple. 
"OoooHooooo!" Kelly groaned. At the same time William, 
delving in-between her legs, made her erupt in a womb-
shattering orgasm.

John watched as, one by one, the wooden blocks were 
unlocked from his dick. William and Kelly lay on the 
bed, kissing. Jill was tending to John's penis. With 
bright eyes she released him from the stocks. John 
stared at his naked dick, amazed to see it again. He 
grunted and lifted its length out of the blocks of wood. 
He arched his hips. He gloried in the feel of its 
newfound freedom.

Jill took John by the hand. "You're quite good at 
holding yourself back," Jill said admiringly. She spoke 
to John, but was looking directly at his cock. It 
quivered out in front of the two of them. John gave a 
sigh of relief and watched with awe as a droplet of pre-
cum formed on his penis's tip. He was okay! He felt 
good. And he felt very, very full. He moved his thighs 
and felt his sac of sperm bulging between them like an 
overfilled balloon. "But I wonder," Jill continued, 
still addressing John by way of his penis. "If you were 
put to the test, I wonder, how many times could you 
cum?"

It was what John had been waiting all night to hear.

Many hours later John and Jill lay intertwined on the 
bed. They nuzzled each other. John was finally spent and 
he relished the feel of his empty testicle sac lying 
loosely on his thigh. Sure, he thought, it would be fun 
to be full again, but his cock was sore from plunging in 
and out of Jill. They'd done it more times than he could 
recall. He closed his eyes. Jill rubbed herself between 
her wet thighs and kissed John's cheek.

"You hurt me, you did it so much to me," Jill sighed.

"I'm pretty sore myself," John answered.

"Nooooo, put it in me the other way!" Kelly, kneeling by 
John's head, but with William rising stiffly behind her, 
insisted. They were refreshed after a long sleep, during 
which Jill and John had been doing it.

"Always in your cunt. Don't you want to try it in your 
ass?" William said.

"No. I'm too small back there!" Kelly insisted.

More hours passed. John found himself sitting upright in 
the bed, Jill beside him, William off someplace doing 
something upstairs. Kelly sat perched on the edge of the 
bed. She had showered and looked and smelled very fresh. 
Her hair was wet, sleekly combed. It hung down over her 
small shoulders. She was naked, except for a pair of 
pretty white socks.

Jill gazed at Kelly. Her hand loosely held John's. 

"Kelly," Jill asked. The girl turned toward them. John 
saw she was painting her nails. They were glossy, clear, 
but she was putting an extra finish on them anyway, to 
keep them perfect. John liked how his wife, at only 19, 
still girlish, nonetheless always tried to look her 
best.

"Kelly," Jill said. "Have you ever been whipped?"

"Yes," Kelly breathed. Her eyes grew round and she 
patted her behind sympathetically. Actually she only 
patted her hip, for she was sitting on the part of her 
bottom that had been spanked. "Last night," Kelly said.

Jill laughed. "That was only a light smacking, Kelly," 
Jill said. "What I want to know is, have you ever been 
whipped, with a real whip?"

"No!" Kelly said in a high, definite voice.

Jill looked at John. She squeezed his hand. She glanced 
seductively at his loins as she rested beside him.

"I think she's old enough to be whipped, don't you, 
honey?" Jill asked Kelly's husband.

"Would it hurt?" Kelly piped up. She had ceased doing 
her nails and was sitting with a hand perched under her 
chin, contemplatively. Kelly turned her eyes back toward 
the girl.

"Of course it would hurt," Jill said.

Kelly thought for a moment. "Would it hurt very much?" 
Kelly asked.

"Yes, Kelly," Jill said. "It would hurt very much, right 
on your bottom. It might be a whipping that leaves a 
weal, or perhaps even draws blood."

"Ooooh!" Kelly said. "I don't want my bottom to bleed."

"You must have some sort of mark to show you've been 
whipped," Jill said. She slipped a hand under her own 
bottom. "It can be only temporary, of course. A nice 
weal might do, since it would be your first time."

"Where would it be placed?" Kelly asked. She shifted on 
her bottom.

"Wherever the whipmaster chose," Jill answered. "It's up 
to him, Kelly."

"Oh," Kelly said. She was quiet. She sat thinking, her 
hand on her chin. 

"I think it would be good for you," John said. He felt 
his penis stiffen as he said it, despite its sore 
condition.

"I--" Kelly said. Her voice trailed off.

"You would be the center of attention, Kelly," Jill 
said. She lay in the bed admiring the girl. She looked 
so pretty, with her hair neatly combed, her nails 
perfect, white socks hugging her small feet. "It would 
take place at a party. Your bottom is perfect for it. 
Nice and round. Just doing it here wouldn't do it 
justice. We must have a party, and there would be 
guests, and we would have a banquet beforehand. In two 
or three days it could be arranged, if you two don't 
have to leave the island before then."

John didn't even think about the schedule they'd been 
trying to keep, until they'd been waylaid by William and 
Jill. Instead, reflexively, he blurted out: "We'll do 
it."

"John Fredrickson!" Kelly said, loudly, saying her 
husband's whole name, like a lover does when she's 
shocked.

"It's settled," John said. To taunt his wife, he reached 
over and cupped Jill's pudenda. Gently he massaged her 
soft, wet folds of flesh.

"Mmmmf," Jill groaned. "Please don't, honey. My cunt 
hurts," Jill said. 

"We're going to that party," John said. He kept rubbing 
Jill's nest, to keep her attention. "You're going to 
arrange everything, okay? I don't know any more about 
this sort of thing than my wife does."

"John Fredrickson!" Kelly said again.

"What's up?" William, coming through the door that led 
to the small changing room, asked. He laughed. "Other 
than my dick, of course," he added. He had a new, stiff 
erection between his legs. He was naked.

"They want to have me whipped!" Kelly said to William in 
a high, childish voice.

"You should be, for not letting me fuck you up your 
ass," William said.

"But I don't want to be whipped!" Kelly protested. 

"It is the husband's prerogative," William said. "If he 
feels you need a whipping, you mustn't refuse." William 
sat down next to the girl. He looked very large beside 
her. His muscles flexed and he tenderly put an arm round 
her waist. He flexed the big penis hanging between his 
legs. "And if you were my wife," William added. "You'd 
no longer be an anal virgin, I can assure you of that."

"Oh!" Kelly shouted. Tears sprang to her eyes. William 
kissed her cheek. "Lie back, he said. I'm going to fuck 
you." 

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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