Continuing Series of Bllackmailing & Reluctancy Short Stories - Page 18

i^Xi0n · #**256** 16-06-2019, 05:14 AM

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JEMMA · #**257** 16-06-2019, 10:33 AM

I lightly knocked on her door a few minutes before seven. Maria opened the door wearing a long leisure robe and invited me in. I'd only been there a few times before. Even though Maria's family had money, she lived modestly. It was tasteful even if on the small side. I stepped past her and she closed the door behind me.

"Can I offer you a glass of wine?" Maria asked. "I'm sure you'll get thirsty telling your tale."

"Just water, please. I haven't eaten anything since breakfast. I don't want to get drunk."

"Why haven't you eaten?"

"Too nervous," I admitted.

"Let me make something for you."

"I'm not sure I can eat, until I know what you're going to do," I said. "Are you going to tell anyone what happened today? Tan can never find out."

"I don't know, Brenda. I'm stunned. You're the last person I ever expected to be on her knees under a table licking my vagina. I'd like to know why you were doing it."

"Maybe I will take a glass of wine," I said.

"I'll make us an antipasto platter," Maria said. "Cheese, crackers, some meat, something light. You have some of that and I'll pour you some wine. Why don't you tell me what the hell you were doing there today, and how it happened."

She gave me a glass of ice water and started cutting up cheese and Italian sausage, and pulling some olives and sliced meats from the refrigerator, setting them on a tray. I was silent for much of it, wondering what I was going to say and how I was going to say it. Maria hadn't been previously been eliminated as the betrayer helping Oliver, yet she seemed genuinely surprised at why I was at My Sister's Room, participating.

I took a deep breath, and said, "I'm being blackmailed."

She raised her eyebrows in surprise, pausing her slicing as she stared at me. I started at the beginning, the bachelorette party and Jeremy's cock. I told her about how my blackmailer used that to get me to suck his cock at my wedding, and pretty much everything which had happened since as a result of that, nuts and bolts.

"So you weren't at the benefit today of your own free will?" Maria said.

I lowered my head and started crying. "No," I said, sobbing.

She handed me a cracker with cheese and meat on it. "Eat this, please. You need to eat something."

I took it from her and started nibbling.

"I take it from your answer and the tears, you're not a closet lesbian or bisexual and had no desire to be licking girl pussy today?"

"No," I admitted. "I'm still pretty much a confirmed heterosexual. Oliver likes to put me in situations which debase me and make me more ashamed of myself, usually in front of as many people as possible."

Maria stroked my cheek. "I'm so sorry, Brooke. I didn't know. I thought you were there willingly when I plunked down my fifty dollars. I would never have done so if I knew you were being forced."

"Nobody knows," I admitted, still teary. "I told him I wouldn't fuck any of mine or Tanner's friends. It's bad enough I'm betraying him without our friends knowing it and snickering behind his back. You're the first, and it was an accident according to Oliver. Your name wasn't on the guest list. You were someone's plus one."

"Why didn't you say anything to anyone?" Maria asked. "We might have been able to help."

I looked at her for a few moments. "Someone had to take the original picture of Jeremy's cock going into my mouth. It was taken from inside Tiffany's apartment."

Her eyes widened in surprise, the implications slowly dawning on her. "You thought it was one of us who took the picture?"

I nodded.

"Tiffany took everyone's phone or camera," Maria protested. "She collected them all."

"Not all." I explained what I'd learned about nanny cams and how all the first few pictures; including the one in the church's practice room of me sucking Oliver's cock at my wedding, had been taken with them, without my knowledge. I said everything since agreeing to be Oliver's fuck toy, was filmed openly as I had little choice in the matter. "It's why I've been more distant with all of you since my marriage. Not really knowing who to trust."

"Oh, baby," Maria said, hugging me. "I'm so sorry for what's happened to you." I started crying again, finally able to talk to one of my dearest friends about what had happened to me. Maria kept patting my back and cooing to me until I'd cried myself out.

"What are you going to do now?" Maria asked when the tears stopped again.

"Whatever Oliver wants me to do," I admitted. "I've got less than five months left. It can't get much worse. At least I hope it can't. He never ceases to amaze me. Fucking me right in front of Tanner without him being the wiser was a stroke of evil genius."

"And you're still keeping all the pictures and movies he's made? Why?" Maria asked. "Why not trash them?"

"To remind myself what's floating around out there of me, so I don't do something stupid which puts it all out in public, to my everlasting shame. Oliver has said if I don't keep our agreement, they will all be posted on the internet and my public humiliation will last forever. My bare ass with butt plugs in it is already on public websites. The only thing protecting me is my face wasn't visible. Imagine if it were."

"Fuck, Brooke. How do you stand it?"

"I don't know, Maria. I've come so close to killing myself or Oliver or both of us a half dozen times. I almost did it on my honeymoon. I would have if not for the questions raised about Tanner which might have potentially ruined him. I told Oliver today if you said anything to anyone, I'd be over to kill him and then myself."

"You don't have to worry about me," she said. "I'll never tell anyone you don't want me to, but I think you need to tell someone. You can't keep bearing all of this shit yourself. No one should have to stand alone when faced with something like this."

"You know now. I've got you."

"I'm glad you feel that way, but I've never been one of your closest friends. I was thinking it should be one of your parents, Tiffany, Taylor, Yvonne or Donna. You've always been closer to them because you've known them longest. Maybe not the details with your parents, but enough they can back you emotionally."

"It is getting worse," I admitted. "Tanner wants to have children and he's pressuring me to go off the pill. I keep thinking of all the other people I'm fucking and what might happen if one of them is the father of my child. Sometimes Oliver won't let me see who some of them are to protect their identity. I couldn't even swear the child would be fully Caucasian. I don't know for sure all the people I'm fucking. Some of them might be famous, athletes or politicians, TV personalities."

"Holy Mary, Mother of God! Could it get any worse?"

I hugged her. "If you hadn't agreed to keep my secret."

"Do you really think Tiffany could have done this to you?"

"I don't like to think so. It was at her house. It would have been easiest for her to accomplish it, but anyone might have done it. Apparently, it's relatively easy with a nanny cam. They're even wireless."

"Think about telling someone else. I'll go with you if you it might help. If you think you can trust someone, try to trust them. In the long run, you'll need their support. Perhaps even psychiatric counseling."

We were silent awhile. Finally, curiosity got the best of me and I asked, "You didn't cum for a long time today. Am I that bad at licking girls?"

Maria laughed. "Actually, you're better than expected. I wanted to make it last. I'm sorry."

I laughed too. "It's nice to know all of my practice isn't a total waste. Thank you for your help, Maria. I really needed your support."

I gave her a brief kiss. I tried not to put any passion into it, knowing I'd licked her cunt earlier, and she might have sexual feelings for me, but I was eternally grateful. After we kissed, I laid my head in her lap and we talked about other things as she slowly stroked my hair; any other things, until I was ready to go. She squeezed me briefly as I left.

"Good luck, Brooke, and God Bless," Maria said. I nodded and left.

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JEMMA · #**258** 17-06-2019, 07:12 PM

I thought a great deal about what Maria said. Having finally been able to tell someone had been a great relief and I missed being able to confide in my friends. I called Maria.

"I've decided to approach Tiffany about my problems. Would you go with me when I tell her? I could use your support. Perhaps you might notice something in her behaviour I might miss."

"Of course," Maria said. "When do you want to do it?"

"Usually, I'm posing for Suki on weekdays, but on the days Oliver has me do something, I take the rest of the day off. I usually need to recover physically and emotionally after he uses me. He wants to see me on Tuesday morning. Would it be possible for you to take time off from work on Tuesday and go see her with me."

"What time do you want to meet?"

"I'm not sure how long Oliver will use me. I'm to meet him at his house at 9:00 AM. He could be done with me anytime from 10 to 1 PM depending on what he has planned."

"You make arrangements with Tiffany and I'll be there at noon, no matter what time you get there."

"Thank you, Maria. I appreciate it more than you'll ever know."

After hanging up with Maria, I called Tiffany at work.

"Hi, Brenda. What's up?"

"I have something very important to speak with you about. Maybe the most important thing I've ever needed. Would it possible for you to take time off on Tuesday and meet with me at your house?"

"Are you having problems with your marriage, Brenda? Is Tan treating you all right? Do you need a place to stay?"

"Tan is treating me fine. I'm very happy with him. It's something different. Please, Tiffany."

"Let me check my schedule. Hold on a minute."

She put me on hold and I waited for about 4 minutes before she picked up. "I had something, but nothing that couldn't be moved. My secretary is taking care of moving it. I can meet with you on Tuesday. What time?"

"I'm not sure and the reason I'm not sure is the reason I need to talk to you. It could be anywhere from noon until later. Maria will be there at noon to wait for me with you."

"Is it a problem with Maria?"

"Nothing like it, Tiffany. She learned about my issue by accident and she's encouraged me to reach out to you. She's there for moral support."

"This is all very mysterious, Brenda," Tiffany said.

"I know and I apologize. You'll know why when I speak with you."

"Does this have anything to do with why you've been more distant lately?"

"Yes."

"I'll be there."

"Thank you, Tiffany. I don't know how to thank you."

"I haven't done anything yet. Why don't you save your thanks for when I've actually done something."

"Just listening to my story will be huge. Believe me."

"I'll see you Tuesday." Tiffany disconnected the call.

On Tuesday morning, Oliver had another triple penetration planned. I couldn't see the other participants, so assumed they were more famous people or men who couldn't afford for me to know who they were anymore than I wanted them to know who I was. Oliver was not one of the three and I could hear him snapping photos as the other three used me over and over. Each of them wanted to fuck me in every one of my holes and with the recovery time they needed between fuckings, it took every bit of 3 hours before they were done. I was sore and covered in cum when they stopped. It didn't stop Oliver from using me after they left. He fucked my cunt, coating his cock with the sperm of the other 3 before shoving his cum crusted cock down my throat to finish him.

He sent me away without allowing me to shower as he had someone else coming over. I wondered if it was another poor unfortunate soul like me, or like one of the 3 who'd just used me. I used the towels I'd taken to keeping in my car to wipe myself off as best I could before going to Tiffany's, but I was still a cum covered mess when I knocked on her door. My mascara had run, my lipstick was smeared from their cocks and I was oozing cum from my cunt and ass, in addition to the cum in my hair from when one of them had given my a facial.

Tiffany opened the door and stared at my disarray.

"Fuck, Brenda. What happened to you?"

"I'll tell you in a few minutes. I have to use your shower before I do anything else."

"You know where it is." She let me pass, practically holding her nose I reeked so bad of sex.

Maria saw me as I passed through the living room and actually broke out in tears seeing me, knowing what I'd just gone through. I didn't cry yet. I needed to get my story out before I started blubbering again. I took a thorough shower, washing myself thoroughly. My clothes were filthy, so I asked Tiffany if I could borrow something of hers so I wouldn't have to put mine on again, at least until I left. She gave me something. All of her things were a little short on me, but some where long enough to do in a pinch. When I was dressed, I joined them in the living room after getting some ice water for myself. I sat down beside Maria, facing Tiffany and started my story.

I finished and Tiffany said, "What the fuck!"

Maria asked, "Was today bad?"

"Worse than some days, better than others. I only had to satisfy 3 men in all of my holes. At least I wasn't performing for anyone else except Oliver today. Knowing others are watching me fuck is always the worst. When Oliver and his friend fucked me across the street from Tan's office was the worst one ever. Knowing Tan and everyone of his other co-workers I'd ever met were watching made it bad. I'm only glad they didn't know who I was."

"How did he pull that off?" Tiffany asked.

"Do you know what a merken is?"

"Fake pubic hair, isn't it?" Maria said. "Actresses use them."

"Yes, though I didn't know what it was before wearing one. I was wearing one in addition to a mask covering most of my face. Tan knows I'm bare and have been since before the wedding. He knew it was someone who looked similar to me, but didn't realize it was me because of the fake fur."

"Jesus, Brenda!" She looked at Maria. "How did you find out?"

"Oliver had her performing at the LGBT benefit at My Sister's Room. She licked my vagina before she knew it was me."

Tiffany stared at her for a minute, then at me. "Is this true?"

"Unfortunately. At the time, Maria didn't know I was being forced. I was doing crazy shit and she took the opportunity to partake of my performance. She thought it was something I was willingly doing. I don't blame her. I'm sure Suki and Erin would have done the same with as little knowledge of what was happening. I suspect they all have a little sexual fondness for me."

"Why didn't you say something earlier?"

Maria answered for me. "The picture which started everything was taken here at the bachelorette party, when Jeremy's cock went into Brenda's mouth."

Tiffany's eyes went wide. "Oh, shit. One of us had to take it!"

"Bingo."

"And you thought we...me...one of us took the picture used to blackmail you?"

"It's why I asked if you had a video surveillance system," I said. "The picture was taken inside the room."

"And you collected all the phones and cameras before the party," Maria said. "Theoretically, no one should have had something to take pictures with, but a picture existed regardless."

"Fuck, Brenda. You think I took the picture, don't you? It's why you wanted to talk to me."

"If I did, Tiffany, I wouldn't be talking to you. The first few pictures were taken surreptitiously by something called a nanny cam. The metadata Oliver left on the pictures showed it was from these tiny spy cameras. Anyone could have taken the picture. At one time, I didn't know who I could trust, but Maria convinced me I had to trust someone and I can't believe you would ever do anything to harm me. It can't be you. I know that now."

Tiffany started crying and I started crying and we hung onto each other and started sobbing our hearts out. Maria started crying again on the couch. It took about 15 minutes before we collected ourselves and could start to talk to each other.

"I'm ashamed it even happened at my party, Brenda," Tiffany said, sniffling.

"I know you are, because that's the kind of friend you are."

"No wonder you didn't want anything to do with us after the wedding."

"Just trying to get my feet under me and figure things out. I'm sorry I didn't figure it out earlier."

I received a text. I looked at it and it was from Oliver. Another movie of me from this morning. I showed it to them and they stared aghast at what happened to me, starting to cry again.

"You orgasm while they fuck you," Maria said.

"I know," I said simply. "It makes it a thousand times worse knowing I'm receiving pleasure from the act of my rape. Oliver knows how much I hate it and makes sure to rub it in my face. Every movie he sends me shows every time I cum. My private eye, Jolene, who helped me find out it was Oliver blackmailing me, said Oliver ensures I cum to make sure I lose all my self-respect. She was raped herself once when she was younger and the fact she orgasmed allowed her rapist escape justice. She assures me that with the proper sexual stimulation, everyone will orgasm, no matter if it's coerced or not. I am having such a hard time believing I'm not some slut or whore because I cum all the time, but Jolene said as long as I don't want the act to repeat itself, I'm not a whore. I want this to end so much. It's all I can hang onto."

"Maybe we can help you figure out who took the picture," Tiffany said. "Do you still have the picture?"

"No. When I blew Oliver in the church, I thought I was done with it. I destroyed the picture and the phone it was on before I left the church. I still have the one he sent me from my wedding and every other one since."

"Do you remember it?" Maria asked.

"Until my dying day," I replied. "It was my right profile, unless they reversed the picture, slightly below my face, depending on how far away it was. Picture quality wasn't great although you could see clearly it was me."

"Where were you sitting?" Maria asked.

I walked to the spot I believed it to be, picturing the other people in the room and where they were sitting. Tiffany brought a chair and placed it on the spot. She sat down on the chair facing in the direction I'd been sitting.

"Move to the side there and see where you think the picture was taken from."

Tiffany sat facing out to the room as I maneuvered around. "Well, you're a little shorter than I am, but I'm thinking it was from this general vicinity."

Tiffany turned her head to look. "I can't remember anything being over there. Maria, can you think of anything in that general area?"

Maria shook her head, no. "Sorry. I can't think of anything. Maybe we need to approach it from a different way."

"What are you thinking about?"

"Well, I wouldn't know how to do any of the things we're talking about. Set up nanny cams on wireless signals and send it to a computer. Set up phones which can text you from unknown numbers. Who's the most technologically competent person who was here?"

Tiffany and I looked at each other and both said "Tammie" at the same time.

"Come on," Maria said. "She's one of your oldest friends. The only people you've been friends with longer is are Donna, Yvonne and of course, Tiffany. What reason would she have to do this?"

"What reason does anyone have to do this to me?" I said. "You're all my friends. I don't think I've ever done anything to make any of you my enemies, but if you ask me who's the most gizmo savvy, it's got to be Tammie."

"Well, maybe it's not as difficult as I think. Just because I can't do it, doesn't mean some other non-nerd can't. Maybe you can watch a couple movies on YouTube and figure it out. What about Sydney?"

"Tan's sister, Sydney? She's a little nerdier than most of the rest of you, but I can't figure out why she'd do it," I responded. "If Tan found out what I was doing, he'd be devastated. Why would she do it to him? They seem to care a great deal for each other, better than most siblings I know."

"Jealousy?" Maria asked. "She's not really doing anything to Tan unless he finds out. She'd be doing it to you. Maybe she doesn't like you because Tan loves you."

"I don't know. That sounds awfully close to incest," Tiffany said. "They seem close, but not that close."

"I can't see it," I said, "but anything's possible I guess. The only person I know the motivation of is Oliver. He's been honest about it. He admits he wanted to turn me from a virginal young woman into a slut. Says it's good for his sex magic. Everything he's done has followed with his stated intents. He's taken my oral virginity, my anal virginity, made me lick my first cunt, arranged for double and triple penetrations, worked me at a glory hole and fucked me or had me fucked in front of strangers and in front of my husband. Everything he's done has followed his path to my total debauchery. If I had a brother or sister, he'd probably be having me fuck them as well. There's nothing so perverted it's beyond the pale."

madpig88 · #**259** 18-06-2019, 05:16 AM

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JEMMA · #**260** 18-06-2019, 11:27 AM

"Wait a minute," Tiffany said. "Sex magic. This is the first you've said anything about any magic."

"Oliver believes himself to be the son of a man named Aleister Cocky, spelling A-l-e-i-s-t-e-r. You can look him up in Wikipedia. Aleister died in the 40's and Oliver was born in the 80's, but he still believes Aleister was his father because his sperm was preserved by sex magic, though Aleister spelled it m-a-g-i-c-k to differentiate it from mere sleight of hand. The first time I was triple penetrated, Oliver said it was sex magic to get Tan a promotion. A couple weeks later, Tan got a promotion. I don't know if it was the result of Oliver's sex magic or a fucking coincidence. I know how hard Tan works. He probably earned the promotion."

"Why would Oliver care if Tan was promoted?" Maria asked.

"He said he felt guilty for debasing his wife, turning him into a cuckold. I doubt Oliver can feel guilty about anything, but that's what he said."

"This is so fucked up," Tiffany said.

"You don't have to convince me," I said.

"Anyone else you might suspect?" Tiffany said.

"I suspected everyone and no one," I said.

"Would you have posed for Shizuko if none of this had happened?" Maria asked.

"Probably not. I wanted a reason to get out of the house to make it harder for Oliver to use me when we were still trying to find out who it was, but he figured a way to get around it anyway. He was tracking me through the butt plugs in my ass to start, then phoning me and intercepting me to and from my home so I had no time to prepare and my home couldn't be watched. But Suki wouldn't have known I would try to get out of the house as a result. Even if she did, I could have easily looked for a job or started volunteer work someplace."

"How's her painting coming?" Tiffany asked.

"She's mostly finished with the second commissioned piece. I'm done with it, but she has a couple things to touch up which she's working on in the evenings. She's planning another party when she gets paid. We've started Tan's painting now."

"The one you didn't want around the house?" Tiffany asked.

"Yeah, though given what's happened to me since, I'm not sure I care that much anymore. A little painted nudity seems pretty minor in comparison to everything else. After all, I've licked Maria's cunt now," I said, grimacing at Maria.

"Can I be jealous," Tiffany said, "you licked Maria's cunt and not mine?"

"You can be as jealous as you want. Just don't expect me to even things up for you."

Our laughter was rather weak.

"Instead of thinking Tammie had something to do with this because she's the most nerd savvy," Maria said; "maybe we should use her to figure out who did it. You'll have to trust her enough to tell her, but she might be your best bet to figure it out."

"You did trust me," Tiffany said. "Maybe you need to trust some of the others."

"I'll think about it. I'm getting worried since Tan wants me to get pregnant. He wants me off the pill and I doubt I can ask everyone fucking me to wear a condom."

JEMMA · #**261** 19-06-2019, 09:59 AM

In this new chapter which includes Brenda's introduction to the Club, of which Oliver is a founding member. It contains scenes of bondage and discipline including a bare handed spanking, lesbian sex, oral and anal sex, group sex, and phone sex.

Chapter 18 - More Debauchery

Besides my continuing association with Oliver, my two greatest problems involved Tan. He was more and more insistent I come off the pill and begin working on having our first child. As much as wanted to give him a child, I couldn't while Oliver was using me regularly. Any child I had, I wanted to be Tan's and not some random stranger who'd fucked me. It would be particularly bad if it was immediately apparent it wasn't Tan's, a bi-racial child, for instance.

The second issue involved Tan coming to see me posing for his painting of me. At least once a week, even if only for an hour or so, he wanted to watch his painting come to life. The problem being, every time he came, one of the security guards had to come with him. Since this painting was a full frontal nude, it left me feeling more exposed than usual.

You'd think being watched by others being fucked would negate the embarrassment of mere nudity, but it didn't work that way, at least for me. Somehow, being nude in front of others while my husband watched, was nearly as bad. Just as I'd cum harder knowing Tan watched me getting fucked from across the street, being naked for him and others was arousing and shameful. It wasn't so bad when JackAss was working as he tried not to look, but he wasn't always working and other guards now saw me naked. Though I knew JackAss sneaked the occasional peak, the others were more obvious in their appreciation of my naked body, staring boldly at my nudity. The other guards were never unprofessional in speaking or dealing with me even after seeing me naked, but their staring unnerved me while Tan was watching. Tan seemed to enjoy when I was stared at by the other guards, more so than he liked JackAss ignoring it.

I kept my mouth shut regarding the issue, as it was his painting and his wife, but I wished he'd stop coming so it was only Suki and I and no one else was watching me.

I mentioned my first problem to Oliver one time at his house. For once, he was using me alone, no one else involved, no audience, just him and me in his house, his room and his bed. We weren't making love. There was no warmth, no tenderness; he was fucking me, using all of my holes. He insured I climaxed. It was always one of his primary goals and I'd always receive a reminder afterwards, a movie of me squirming in passion, possibly begging to be fucked.

He'd finished with me and I'd showered and was putting on my clothes, preparing to leave.

"I have a problem," I said.

"Why is your problem a concern to me?"

"My husband wants me to have a child."

"Not my problem."

"It will be if the child isn't his, and he can tell. If he knows I've been fucking around on him, our deal ends badly for both of us."

"How would he know?"

"I've fucked at least one black person at your direction I know of, and it could have been more since I don't always know who I'm fucking. He'd know if the child wasn't white or if there was a genetic issue that required testing. Hell even a blood test might reveal a child isn't is. We're both O positive. If the child wasn't, he'd know."

"Then don't have a child. Wait until I'm through with you."

"I'd like to, but he's getting increasingly insistent. I don't know how long I can put him off."

"Again, sounds like your problem."

"Could we defer the balance of our agreement until I've had a child?"

"No. I've got plans for you that can't wait."

"What sort of plans?"

"Plans I need sex magic for."

"How can a rational human being believe in sex magic?"

"Tan got a fucking promotion, didn't he."

"You confuse cause and effect. Tan works hard and he's a great architect. He earned his promotion. The fact he got his promotion around the time you said I was being fucked for it, was merely coincidence."

Oliver smiled at me, that evil sneer I'd grown to detest. "Take off your clothes."

"I thought we were finished for today."

"We were. I'm going to prove to you sex magic is real. Once I prove it to you, you will agree to an alteration of our agreement. Now, strip."

I started to remove my clothes again, sorry to have mentioned anything. "What alteration?"

"Every time I want, without Tan finding out, you will spend multiple days and nights with me to be used as you are now."

"How is it possible for Tan not to find out? I spend every night with him." I was naked again, standing there, wondering what he was going to say.

"Using sex magic, I will make sure he gets an assignment out of town. Since he won't be around, I can spend a lot of time with you without him knowing. I won't be limited to a few hours one day a week. There's some things I want to do which will take more than a single day anyway. You require more training. Lie down on the bed, spread-eagled. I'm going to tie you down."

"I'm not agreeing to an alteration of our agreement just yet. He could receive an assignment anyway. He is a junior partner." I lay down on the bed.

"Let's make it interesting then. You agree to an alteration of our agreement if he gets sent to a specific place, a place of your choosing. Pick a place, any place." Oliver started tying me down to the bed.

I thought about it. I certainly didn't want to spend more time with Oliver than I did now, but if he was convinced sex magic was worthless, perhaps I could convince him to give me a break from our agreement to have a child. Besides, what were the odds he could send Tan to anyplace I wished. Someplace else in the country, too easy. Europe, more difficult, but not impossible. I knew his firm sometimes had projects there. Africa and South America were places I didn't want Tan sent to if Oliver was successful. Someplace safer, more civilized. Tanner's firm had never done any work in Asia.

"Japan," I said, "Osaka, Japan."

Oliver stood up, having secured me firmly to his bed. "Very good, Mrs. Tan. Good choice. Far, far away. He won't be coming home on weekends. We can enjoy some real quality time together. Not Tokyo, the more likely choice in Japan, but Osaka. I love it."

"It has to be soon," I said. "Within the next couple weeks," worried he might be able to work something out given enough time.

"I plan on more definitive proof," Oliver said. "How about the next couple days."

"If you can get an assignment to Osaka in the next 48 hours, I'll agree to the alteration in our agreement. If you can't; sex magic doesn't exist and you give me a break and allow me to have a child with Tan."

"Done," he smiled. He pulled out a leather whip like the one Katrina had used at the LGBT benefit at My Sister's Room.

"You can't leave any marks on me Tan will see when he comes home," I said quickly, alarmed.

"Don't worry Brenda. Any marks I leave on you will be gone by the time Tan gets home. In addition to proving the existence of sex magic, I'm going to prove to you what a slut you are. I'm going to make you cum using nothing but this whip, after which I'm going to fuck your cunt so hard, it will feel bruised." He put my mask on, the one which didn't allow me to see. "I want to enhance your other senses," he said by way of explanation.

I felt him stand on the bed, over me. I could picture his cock getting hard as he stared to me tied to his bed, waiting for the whip to fall. If he wasn't going to leave marks, he couldn't whip me too hard, could he? Katrina's whip had stung, but never for long. I felt the leather lashes make connection with my goose bumped flesh, but it was a soft caress, not a stinging blow. It snaked over my breasts, turning my nipples into taut, puckered buds; down along my sides, lightly tickling me and making me squirm. It slithered up the insides of my thighs, lightly stroking my pubic lips, and between my slit, turning my cunt to jelly. My blood rushed to the region and I felt my lips spread, and slowly liquefy, putting me in a state of panting arousal. I wondered why the whip, since his fingers would have done the same.

Snap, he lashed the tender buds of my erect nipples, flooding them with pain, making the blood rush to the spot, compelling my nipples to further hardness. Crack. Fuck that hurt. I groaned. Pop, he whipped between my legs and I screamed, suddenly choked off when he stuffed my panties into my mouth. Slowly, deliberately, he lashed my naked body from my breasts to my knees with no rhythm I could ascertain. Two blows might follow closely together; the next not fall for a minute. I never knew where or when the next would strike me. Despite the stinging pain, I felt my arousal increase. He was never harsh with his blows, never striking me harder than I could tolerate. The leather lashes danced lightly over my skin, the torment quickly negated by the flushed blood, the pulsing of my sex. How could something so painful be so stimulating at the same time?

The leather straps found my clitoris, once, twice, thrice and I orgasmed for him, my cunt throbbing. My moans of pleasure muffled by the cloth in my mouth, he nevertheless knew I'd cum, and he dropped between my legs and thrust his hard cock deep in my pussy, sending more shockwaves through my body, my cunt dripping, spasming, contracting around his shaft, climaxing over and over. He pounded me, plunging relentlessly up my pussy, giving me no respite from my quivering climaxes. I surrendered totally and utterly to him, openly and without pretense. I could refuse nothing, conceal nothing, because he laid me bare.

He climaxed, filling me with his cum once more. I lay panting on the bed until he removed my gag and made me taste myself on him, my despair complete. He'd made me cum while whipping me and I would have begged for it if not for the panties filling my mouth. He knew it and I knew it.

He released me. "Now get the fuck out."

I dressed silently and left, broken. I got home and took another shower, douching to remove Oliver's cum from my cunt and ass. The stripes from the whip were rapidly fading away, some general redness remaining, but disappearing. I started dinner. Tan called at 5:30.

"Honey, hold dinner. I'm going to be late. I have the most wonderful news. I just got assigned a new project in Osaka, Japan. I'll be leaving in a couple weeks. I have to fill out some paperwork for my Visa. This is a great opportunity. If I successfully finish it, I'll get a huge bonus." For the first time, I really started to wonder if sex magic was a real thing. The red marks from my whipping hadn't even faded yet.

"That's wonderful, honey," I said. "You can tell me all about it when you get home."

I hung up and started crying. What had I done?

I received a text from Oliver. You're mine. I cried harder.

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JEMMA · #**262** 20-06-2019, 11:03 AM

While my problems with Oliver would increase as a result of my altered agreement, my problems with Tan decreased. He wouldn't be around to nag me to have a baby nor to give me one, nor to drag a security guard down to watch me pose nude. I was left wondering how much worse it would get with Oliver, giving him access to my body almost 24/7.

Before Tan left, Shizuko delivered her last commissioned product and got paid. She threw a great party on Saturday, inviting all of my friends to attend. No boys were allowed, so Tan didn't come, nor did anyone else's boyfriends. Cheyenne was working and Sydney was out of town. Yvonne was engaged now, but coming to the party. Her serious relationship turning into a permanent one. Everyone else from the bachelorette party was there. As they mingled, I watched each one, trying to determine if one of them was the traitor.

Tiffany saw me watching everyone and figured out what I must be wondering about my friends.

"Trying to decide who the Judas is?"

"Am I that obvious?"

"To me. I've been wondering too."

I turned to her. "I've got a bit of an issue I wanted to discuss with you. Any chance I can come to your house after the party and talk. I doubt there's anything I can do, but it would be helpful to unburden myself"

"Related to your other problems, I assume."

"Most definitely."

"Sure. You want to spend the night?"

"I'd have to discuss it with Tan, but it would be nice. We could drink a lot and I may need it."

"Clear it with him. I'm available. Due to the party, I'm not doing anything with my boyfriend tonight."

I texted Tan and told him I'd like to stay with Tiffany tonight if he had no objection. He said he was trying to clear up all his current workload before heading to Japan, so he could use the time for that and work late.

"He said he can use the time to get caught up with his work before he goes to Japan."

"Tan's going to Japan?" Tiffany asked.

"That's partly why I needed to talk to you. The circumstances of his going."

"Whatever you need to talk about, I'm all ears."

Suki gave me a framed 11x14 photo of the painting, just as she did the first time. It was beautiful; everyone was exclaiming about the quality of her work.

"I could never afford to pay you $50,000," Donna said, "but if it turned out like this, I'd love you to paint me."

"Actually," Suki said, "he would like to commission another piece of art from me. A more explicit piece like the first one, but he wants the models face visible. Kind of like the one I'm currently doing for Tan. He'd prefer the same model, but he understood she might not be available for something so explicit. But if Brooke won't do it; he's willing to consider someone else. He's offering $20,000 to the model, plus, I would paint you in whatever pose you wanted, Donna, if you were to allow me to paint you nude."

Donna turned to me. "You ready to lay it all out on the line in the name of art, or do you want me to think about baring my soul and a whole lot more? If you decide not to do it, do you have any comments, suggestions, or recommendations about posing buck naked?"

I laughed. "I don't know if I could do something more explicit, though now I'm working on my third nude portrait, I guess I'd be willing to consider it. It's gotten easier, but I never could have done the first one outside. I felt much safer inside than I do posing outside. Where I am now, if Tan visits, he needs to be accompanied by a security guard, which means more than Suki and Tan have seen me out there. If you decide to do it, don't do it out where I am now, especially if you want anyone to visit while you're posing. Outside also has other issues, heat, cold, bugs; none of which have been insurmountable, but if you decide to do it, I suggest inside, at Suki's. There, the only person you need worry about seeing you is Erin, and I know she doesn't bite unless you want her to." Everyone laughed. "If you wanted, Suki and I could arrange for you to come out there and personally see what it's like. You could see if it's something you could do, because the one I'm doing now is pretty explicit."

"I don't have as much free time as Brenda," Donna said. "Would that be an issue?"

"If we're doing it inside," Suki said, "I can work more in the evenings and weekends, using lights instead of sunlight. I can feed you so you wouldn't need to worry about food prep. I've got to warn both of you, though, it's not just explicit he wants."

"What does he want for this one?" I asked.

"Let's say it's bondage like. I've done a few preliminary sketches. Let me show you."

Shizuko grabbed a fairly large sketch book from her studio and started passing her sketches around. Each of them was explicit, most of them showing the female bound, spread-eagled perhaps, or with a spreader bar between her ankles, sometimes standing, others lying down; implying more than bondage would be occurring. The more was implied by other objects in the scene; some whips hanging on the wall beside her, or a dildo between her spread legs, nipple clamps on her nipples or breasts bound up in rope. Everyone was expressing their surprise when they saw them. I shivered, remembering my experiences tied down with Tanner and Oliver, the sense of helplessness, how I climaxed when I was fucked, and even whipped. I felt myself moisten. Fuck, Oliver really was turning me into some perverted version of myself.

Donna said, "No fucking way! This man still imagine himself a fucking slave owner, able to do the fuck he wants with some woman? Fuck him! I wouldn't do it if he paid me a million dollars!"

I must have gotten lost in thought, oblivious to what was going on around me.

"Brenda," Suki said, "what are you thinking?"

I handed Shizuko the two sketches I was holding and said, "No, I don't believe I could do these. They're way too explicit and the theme throws me off." I couldn't do them because I might cum constantly while I was posing.

"I know it's not everybody's thing, but I got all hot and bothered just sketching these things," Suki said, collecting the sketches from everyone. "I love this shit, and I'd pose for it in a heartbeat, if I didn't have to paint it instead."

"If you'd be willing to work from a photograph instead of needing a live model, perhaps you could both pose and paint," I pointed out.

"There's models who specialize in this sort of thing, but a lot of them are tattooed. He doesn't want a tattooed model. He wants someone projecting more innocence, like she doesn't want to be there," Suki said. "Even if I posed for it myself. I'm not sure I'd project innocence. I'd be cumming while the photo's were taken."

A few of us laughed and I wondered if they knew they'd be cumming too. Donna was still angry, but she was the one who'd expressed the most distaste for bondage when I'd received my gift bondage kit from Suki.

I wasn't sure I could project innocence anymore either. I'd started out that way several months ago, but I didn't feel so innocent anymore.

There was more chitchat at the party, Yvonne showed everyone her engagement ring and we talked a lot about her fiancé and her upcoming nuptials. The wedding was being planned for the following June.

"Who's holding the Bachelorette party?" Erin asked.

"That would be me," Tammie said, raising her hand. "Tiffany's got the best pad, but she shouldn't get stuck all the time with the planning because her place is the best."

"How about you plan it, and I'll have it at my place anyway," Tiffany said. "I don't mind."

"Any tips for me based upon your bachelorette party, Brenda?" Tammie asked.

"Yeah. No strippers, and the guest of honor keeps the remote control for any gadgets," I replied, smiling, and everyone laughed again except Maria and Tiffany. They knew the pain I'd suffered behind those words.

"Would you recommend St. Lucia for the honeymoon?" Erin asked.

"St. Lucia was lovely," I said, downing my drink. "The food and booze was great, the scenery beautiful, the activities varied. It's a wonderful spot for a honeymoon."

JEMMA · #**263** 21-06-2019, 09:24 AM

The party broke up about nine and I followed Tiffany back to her place. She popped the cork on a bottle of wine and handed me a glass. We sat down on her couch facing each other.

"What's on your mind?" Tiffany asked. "Why did you want to talk to me?"

I told Tiffany about my last episode at Oliver's house, how I'd wanted to take a break to have Tan's child and he said I couldn't because he had sex magic planned. How I called sex magic malarkey without any basis in truth and he offered to prove it. He would get Tan sent to anyplace I wanted for his job and while he was gone, I had to agree to be available more than a single day on weekdays. I would be his almost anytime he wanted for a long as he wanted. If he didn't, I could have a break in our current relationship to have a child with Tan.

"I said I'd believe in sex magic if he could get Tan sent to Osaka, Japan within two days. Tan's company has never had a single job in Asia. I figured I was safe and could have my baby without worrying about the identity of the father. Tiffany, he tied me down and he whipped me. He whipped me and made me cum, then he fucked me hard. Before my whip marks disappeared that night, Tan called me to tell me his company is sending him to Osaka."

"Holy shit!" Tiffany said. "Now you're wondering if all this sex magic is real and Oliver has even more control of you?"

"Yes. The only good thing I could say about Oliver is he is a man of his word. I was used by him no more than once a week and with plenty of advance notice. He's been careful enough with his use of me, Tan hasn't gotten a whiff of my infidelity despite him fucking me across the street from his office. He's protected my identity when he's needed to. It was only an accident Maria found out for which he sounded profoundly sorry and skipped a week of my use. Given the controls he imposed to obtain my agreement, my debasement has never lasted more than a few hours. Now, I've given him almost no limits. I'm given enough time for Suki to work on my painting as if it showed no progress, would make Tan wonder what the hell I was doing while he was gone. Other than that, I shudder to think what he can make me do now."

"Why not tell him you can't do it?"

"Our current arrangement is based upon Mutually Assured Destruction. I don't want what I've done to become public knowledge, he doesn't want me to kill him. If it comes out, I would die, Tiffany. I'd have to kill myself. Forgetting Tan for the moment, can you imagine my mother and father seeing me sucking cocks at a glory hole or stripping and getting fucked at a seedy strip bar. You're my closest friend and already know what I've done, and I can't even show you a tenth of it. Once it hits the internet, it's there forever. Every prospective employer or potential boyfriend would be able to look me up and see what I've done. I could never, ever live it down. Even if I changed my name and moved away, it still has the possibility of following me. He's kept his end of every bargain we've made, as horrible as it's been. I'm not sure he'll accept me breaking my end. I set the conditions of the contest he suggested and just because he's made it all come true, doesn't give me grounds to back out. If I tried, even if he didn't make me live up to his new access, he still has the ability to make everything I do much worse. I mean, with the exception of the proprietor at the glory hole, everyone has been relatively clean. What if he brings me down to skid row and makes me suck and fuck a bunch of homeless people who haven't bathed in a month."

"What are you going to do then?"

"Go along. I told you I didn't think there was anything I could do about it. Mostly, all I'm looking for is a sympathetic ear. I got myself into this situation, from the first time I sucked his cock at my wedding, to the agreement I made sending Tan to Osaka. I didn't believe he could do it and I wanted to give Tan his child. I don't expect you to solve it for me. I just wanted to talk to someone who knows what I've done. That, and maybe get drunk." I finished off my glass of wine.

Tiffany put her hand on my shoulder. "I can help with the drunk part. More wine, or should we graduate to something harder?"

"Gin and tonics please. Mix up a pitcher."

"You got it."

Tiffany got up and mixed up a whole pitcher, done strong with lots of gin. She also brought out some snacks and a carafe of water, with a bottle of aspirin.

"Everything we need to get wretchedly drunk," she said, putting down the tray. "Is there nothing you can do?"

"I'll ask him to go easy on me without refusing him. He's sometimes receptive to a plea for mercy. I have to admit, I'm not even as concerned about his increased access to me and what it will mean physically, as I am of what it might do to me mentally and psychologically."

"What do you mean?"

"When I was looking at Suki's sketches tonight, it made me wet. I was aroused by them. You've noted what's happened to me so far. Posing naked, letting Tan have his explicit painting of me, losing a whole bunch of inhibitions I used to have regarding anal and oral sex. I've been pushed harder and faster than I ever would have gone before. I might have reached the same point on some things eventually and naturally, because I do enjoy sex with Tan, but never to the extent I've gone to now. I don't think I would have ever been with a woman or had sex with multiple partners. The fact he always makes me cum or ensures the others I'm with make me cum; in addition to making me more ashamed, has opened me to more. Allowed him to push me harder. I couldn't do Suki's project, not because I was so offended by it, although there's still some of that, but because I would have been cumming all the time. Oliver has changed me, in ways I don't even want to contemplate, and I'm afraid with full access, his potential to change me is even greater. I'm still embarrassed I beg to be fucked by my rapists. What happens when I'm not ashamed anymore?"

"I see what you mean."

"Oliver's stated goal is to take the virginal girl he was given, and turn her into a total whore. In the process of that change, he claims sex magic is released. What if, when he's done with me, and my life is my own, I still want the things he's done to me? What if I'm no longer satisfied with vanilla sex and I need multiple partners or to be degraded in some way? I think I can go back to a normal life right now; the husband, the kids. What if, when he's finished with me, I can't? What if he turns me into the whore he wants me to be, to beg strangers to fuck me for money or for fun? I don't want that. I don't want to become that person. I liked the Brenda I was. I don't believe I'd like the Brenda I might become."

"Do you think it's possible?"

"I don't know. I never thought any of this would be possible before. You know me better than anyone. Did you ever imagine I'd be begging to be fucked by a cock in my mouth, my ass and my cunt, all at the same time?"

"Never."

"You're my friend, Tiffany. My oldest and dearest friend. To a certain extent, our friendship was tainted by what happened. I didn't know who to trust, who had betrayed me. I'm trying to overcome the distrust, to reach the friendship we had before. It's hard. But what's worse is I'm starting to consider all my friends as sexual objects, every person really, man, woman, it doesn't matter. I don't want to, but I wonder what you'd taste like if I licked you, how I'd feel if you went down on me." Tiffany showed signs of discomfort. I put my hand on hers. "I won't, Tiffany. That's not why I'm here tonight. Not now, at least; not yet, but what if I reach that point, that I want you for sex, for the pleasure we could give each other rather than the friendship we share. I'm not a lesbian. I don't think of myself as a lesbian, but I've licked so many cunts, it doesn't bother me if I have to lick one more. I don't want to be that person. I am truly afraid it might happen."

"I'm sorry, Brenda. So sorry. The party was at my house. I feel responsible."

"Don't be. I'm sure now it wasn't you. I'm as confident of that as I am I'm not yet a whore. It wasn't your fault, but if I find the one who did, I may not be responsible for my actions."

We drank some more, talking about other things, less stressful things. We finished off the pitcher, me drinking more than Tiffany, drank our water, downed our aspirin, and we stumbled off to bed.

"I wasn't planning on spending the night," I said, sleepily and slurring slightly. "I didn't bring anything to wear. Can I borrow something?"

"Of course. It will be short on you, but I have something which will fit."

She pulled a nightie out of her drawer and handed it to me. I looked at it stupidly for a minute, then tried taking off my clothes, having more problems with the buttons than I'd hoped. Tiffany finally tsked in disgust and helped me get my shirt and jeans off. Then she had to help me with my bra because I couldn't figure out the front clasp even though I was staring blearily at it. She helped get the nightie on me and tucked me into the bed. I heard her moving around as she got ready for bed, then she slid in beside me, settling in.

I mumbled, "Look, ma, no sex," and promptly fell asleep.

Cash8877 · #**264** 22-06-2019, 06:34 AM

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JEMMA · #**265** 22-06-2019, 10:33 AM

Tiffany was up when I rose the next morning in some distress. Not as bad as it could have been due to the water and aspirin, but still bad. Tiffany had a robe over her night clothes, reading the Sunday paper. I came out and immediately downed another glass of water and more aspirin.

"Would you like some toast and eggs?" Tiffany asked, setting down the financial section.

"Not yet. My head and stomach still haven't caught up to the rest of me."

"Sorry to hear that. I felt reasonably good this morning, but you drank substantially more than me. Did it help?"

"The drinking or the conversation?"

"Either, both," Tiffany replied.

"The conversation more than the drinking," I said. "I got plastered after the first time Oliver made me fuck another person. This elderly black gentleman who collected shells on the beach was the first. He didn't speak English, only French. I had to use a translation app on my phone to converse with him. At first, he didn't want to fuck me because I explained I was being blackmailed, but he finally agreed in order to save my marriage. I thought I'd only have to suck him at first and I was grateful it wasn't more, but Oliver made me fuck him afterward. I asked if I could skip it because the man was older and I thought it would take me awhile to get him hard again. I think he was offended, because he quickly got hard enough to fuck me, then hard again when I had to clean him off. He was a very good lover. If not for the reasons I was doing it, I would have enjoyed him more. Anyway - I got wasted afterwards, and they had to get me sober enough to go out eating with friends that night."

What was I doing? I was still keeping Stan and Kathy secret. If I didn't think Tiffany was my betrayer, I needed to open up about things.

"We met Stan and Kathy the first full day we were there. They were the ones who caught us making love in the tub. Kathy helped me get through all the stuff I had to go through. She got drunk with me, after the first one, commiserating, like we just did."

"How did you get away from Tan enough to have sex with other people?"

"They helped me. Stan went golfing with Tan the first time, and invited him to play poker at his place with him and his buddies when I had to fuck the people in the night club. She's the one who talked me out of killing myself after that little episode and suggested I hire a private eye to find out who was blackmailing me."

"I'm surprised they didn't try to convince you to tell Tan right away after you learned you were being blackmailed."

"She did. She and Stan are swingers. She didn't think it was all that big a deal I sucked another guys cock. It was only after she saw the movie of me in my wedding gown on my knees swallowing his cum, she said, 'I don't know if Stan could have forgiven me if I did it on my wedding day before the ceremony.' She became more hesitant about telling Tan after she saw it. Kathy warned me it would get worse, which it did, but left it up to me to decide."

"I think I would have tried harder," Tiffany said. "The only thing you had to worry about at the beginning was sucking a cock at your wedding. You could have lived that one down. Sure, it might have harmed or perhaps ruined your marriage to Tan, but you wouldn't be in the fix you're in now. I'm wondering if even Tan is worth it, and I like him a lot. It was only speculation he would leave you. Now, he'd almost have to or become a total laughingstock."

"Hindsight. I agree totally. I was young, naive and inexperienced. Every decision I made was rushed. Tell him at the wedding before the ceremony is about to start. Tell him before our honeymoon's about to start and hope he forgives me. Tell him before I fuck another man the first time. Tell him how many other people I've fucked before Oliver took my ass when I wanted to give it to Tan first. Never any time to think. Do it now or this is going public. You'll be publicly exposed as a slut and whore. I wish a million times over I'd made different choices."

"You're language has become more coarse since this began as well. No more kitty or make love. Now it's fuck and cunt all the time."

"Oliver never lets me gentrify the terms, or even go with scientific terminology. He said vaginas are for doctors, pussies for ladies, cunts are for whores. Since I'm a whore, it's the language I have to use. Same with cocks. It's cocks or pricks, not a penis. Ass or asshole, not butt or buttocks. Fuck, not screw or make love. I try to watch my mouth around others, but it's getting harder. Tan's noticed it too, but he thinks I'm loosening up because I'm married now and having sex regularly. He thought calling my cunt a kitty or vajayjay was funny. He's shocked when I say cunt, but appreciates pussy. I admit I'm not making love to anyone but Tan. Everything else I do is fucking. Even screwing is too polite a term for it. I suck cock, my cunt is fucked. My ass is reamed. No more fellatio or cunnilingus. Call a spade a spade."

"Are you ready for some breakfast now?"

"Sure."

Tiffany got up and made scrambled eggs and bacon. I made and buttered the toast to make myself useful. We sat down and ate, and I was hungry, eating every morsel she set before me. Unburdening myself had a secondary benefit. I felt hungrier than I'd felt in a long time.

"Since I'm opening up to you, would you like to hear what else Tan and I did on our honeymoon?"

"There's more?"

"This had nothing to do with Oliver, at least in a direct way. Like everything else since, it might have unlocked a door. Stan and Kathy invited us to play strip poker. They were very casual about their nudity. I told you they were swingers. They initially wanted us to swing with them. We wouldn't, but the strip poker, Tan was okay with. I was reluctant, but by this point, I'd seen all of them naked. Stan had rented a boat and taken us all to a little private island for some snorkeling, sun bathing and water skiing. I was the only one who wore a suit, but it was the white one Tammie gave me with butt floss in the back, and becoming practically transparent when wet, so they'd pretty much seen all I had already before deciding to play strip poker, plus they'd seen us having sex in the tub the first day. I was feeling friendly towards them because of all their help. Since they'd seen me almost naked, and to please Tan and not be a total wet blanket, I finally agreed to play.

"There were penalties involved in losing. In addition to a shot of absinthe - which by the way, I recommend you never drink - the winner collected a minute long kiss from the loser. Since Tan refused to kiss Stan and vice versa, the wives could pay the penalty for their husband. At first, I let Tan pay my penalty for losing to Kathy, but after watching them kiss a couple times, I paid my own penalty. It was the first time I ever had what I'd call an erotic kiss with a woman. So Kathy and I did all of the kissing with the men, kissing whenever we won or lost and when our husbands won or lost to the other man,There was also a final penalty to be paid from the overall loser to the overall winner, to masturbate for them. Loser chose whether to do it for the group or privately.

"As you might imagine, playing strip poker, getting more and more naked, drinking, kissing each other in various states of undress, it got a little looser as the night went on. A fairly chaste kiss at the start, was pretty much an all out make out session when we were almost naked and drunker at the end. It was the first time I'd ever kissed another erect and naked man since I didn't kiss the guy on the beach or the guys in the club; in front of my husband, no less. I was the overall loser, getting really unlucky towards the end. Kathy was the winner. Since I didn't want there to be any question as to what I was doing with Kathy, I masturbated for the group. I had a very intense orgasm being watched by all of them. As soon as I climaxed, Tan started fucking me in front of them and they fucked each other too. I passed out sometime during the night. I wasn't sure if anyone else had fucked me; I was covered in cum when I woke up and I was so mad at Tan for letting it happen. He told me I could have said something, and I didn't. I pulled him into me as soon as he stuck his cock into me, so he held me equally responsible. Tan denied anyone else fucked me. It's the first and craziest thing I've ever done without being forced into it by Oliver."

"You passed out while you were being fucked?"

"I think so, but I can't really remember. That absinthe was really wicked stuff. The 'green fairy' Stan called it. I call it the green shit from hell."

"How many shots did you have?"

"One each time I lost, plus we all took another drink at the end, so eight."

"How big were the shots?"

"Really tiny. Stan had special glasses for it. About this big I think." I held my fingers up to show her.

"I'm surprised you got so drunk you passed out," Tiffany said.

"It's about 75% alcohol," I said.

"I know, I've had absinthe. It's unquestionably strong stuff, but those are very small glasses. You didn't get so drunk you passed out last night and you had ⅔ of a pitcher of gin and tonics, although you were getting there. How do you feel about the evening now?"

"In light of everything else since, it barely registers on the weird-o-meter anymore. I feel guilty about it, and wish it never happened, but que sera, sera, you know."

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JEMMA · #**267** 24-06-2019, 10:57 AM

We wrapped it up and I thanked Tiffany for being my friend and headed home. That week, I fucked Tan as often as I could. I wanted to leave him sated, so he wouldn't feel the need to seek comfort in the arms of some geisha girl. I finally realized how foolish I was. I would be fucking how many people while Tan was gone and I was worried if he'd make use of a couple Japanese girls to assuage his loneliness?

What kind of sanctimonious hypocrite would I be if I concerned myself with his fidelity while he was gone, the same time Oliver had me fucking everything on two legs. It didn't stop me from letting him deposit cum in every orifice I had. I wanted him eager to come back to me regardless. I didn't want to know if he was unfaithful, and I promised myself I wouldn't ask. I didn't have the right anymore.

The weekend after Tan left, was my next task day, or task weekend, for Oliver. I went to his house on Friday night after Suki released me. He had me bathe, put on make-up and perfume, dressed me only in silk thigh high stockings and an open bra putting my breasts on a platter, and nothing else but a collar, cuffs at wrists and ankles and high heels. He wrapped me in a long cloak for the car ride as we took a rather lengthy drive into the country. We eventually arrived at an estate similar to the one belonging to Suki's patron, save there was a high brick wall about the yard and no windows on the first floor.

When we arrived, Oliver faced me on the seat and said, "This is a bondage and discipline establishment. You're being given to whoever wants you in this place. Man, woman, it doesn't matter. You will address the clothed men as Master, including me, and the clothed women as Mistress. Masters and Mistresses will always keep an item of clothing on so you'll know their status. Slaves will always have collars and cuffs. You will do whatever they want of you, which may include bare handed spankings, paddling or even whipping and obviously, sex. You will thank the Master or Mistress each time they have sex with you or punish you. Nothing they do will be allowed to mark you past this weekend so you may proceed with your nude modeling on Monday without having to answer uncomfortable questions. Many of the guests here like to impose a bit of pain, so expect it and live with it. You're allowed to cry and weep, or groan, but you may not scream except in pleasure, nor protest your treatment in any way. They may use you themselves or watch you have sex with others, including their own slaves. You will ask permission to cum. If you cum without the permission of whoever is using you, you will likely be punished. We will stay here until Sunday evening. I myself will also use you many times and you'll sleep in my bed unless someone else has requested you. You are new here and I expect you will be very popular amongst the other guests. The new toys are always interesting."

"What is this place?" I said.

"It doesn't have a name, only a motto: Fais ce que tu voudras - Do What Thou Wilt. The other guests usually refer to it only as the Club, as if no other club exists."

"The motto of the Hellfire Club," I said.

"You did a lot of research to find that out."

"Not that much, just followed links in Wikipedia from Aleister Cocky. Their motto was related to his own. 'Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law'.

"The traditional corresponding phrase in response to someone saying the motto was, 'Love is the law, love under will'," Oliver said.

"I see no love involved in any of this; only sex, and rather loveless sex at that. You no more care about what I love than I care about you."

"I suspect Aleister believed all sex was love. The true response in modern wording would be 'Sex is the law, sex under will'. Love is merely a pseudonym for sex in this instance. In any event, having sex will be thy law this weekend."

"What does anyone gain from my sex this weekend? What's its purpose?"

"Sex is the purpose. It's not always about sex magic. Sometimes sex is its own purpose." He handed me my mask. "No one who will be here this weekend is of concern. You may see them without violating anyone's privacy. Your own will be at risk if you remove the mask. It's possible some of them will know who you are through your husband or his parents. Some may have attended your wedding. I doubt they will recognize you naked and masked. It is enough you obey."

"Tan's parents could be here?"

"No, only people who know his parents. They run in the same circles."

I put on the mask. There was a cheese cloth material over the eye holes limiting, but not blocking my vision. Oliver came around the car, opened the door and helped me out. He removed the cloak, baring my body and led me to the door, rapping smartly on a knocker.

A naked man answered the door. He had a starched collar over a steel collar, and cuffs, nothing else. His cock had a metal cage around it which would prevent him from having an erection. It looked painful. "Sir," he said.

"Oliver Cocky and companion," Oliver said.

"Very well, sir. Please follow me to the common room."

Oliver took my arm and led me along behind the butler or servant, as I took him to be, to a large, primarily masculine styled room with a roaring fireplace. There was a naked woman lying on a table with food adorning her body. Some people were eating off her body without using utensils, simply bending over and eating whatever morsel took their fancy. There were about a dozen men and half dozen women lounging on well stuffed chairs in the center of the room. They were primarily dressed. I say primarily because one man had his fly open while another naked man sucked his cock. Another naked fellow had his head buried under the skirts of a woman. He had another of the cage like devices on his cock. She looked like she was close to an orgasm from the sounds of it. She was moaning and rubbing her breasts over her clothing. Several other naked men and women were tied or otherwise fastened to various posts, pillars, or chains provided to keep them confined until they were needed. One naked slave was bound spread-eagled between two posts while she was fucked in the ass by another half dressed fellow. Half dressed because his trousers were down around his ankles as he plowed her bum.

Oliver led me to the center of the circle of chairs of dressed people and bid me kneel, and fastened my collar to a chain lying on the carpet. The chain wouldn't allow me to rise from off my knees. The woman being licked climaxed, screaming fairly loudly. Once again, I found my body responding to the naked bodies of both men and women. My forced subservience, my nakedness in the presence of fully dressed people and the fucking proceeding around the room, left me wet and aroused. Shortly afterward, the man being sucked, also released with the appropriate moans of pleasure.

"So this is your new project, Oliver," a woman said. "Is she any good?"

"I find her satisfactory," Oliver said. "She's not yet been taught all the finer aspects of discipline, though I did make her cum last week with a whip. Part of the reason she's here. You're all such excellent teachers. She has only two rules attached to her. No marks lasting past Sunday evening and she can't remove the mask."

"She's a pretty, young thing," the woman said. "Has she licked cunt yet?"

"Not as well as she will when you're finished training her," Oliver replied.

"May I take her to my bed this evening?"

"If no one else wishes to make a claim on her, else we'll draw lots."

No one else made a claim for my nighttime services, so I was assigned to her for the evening.

Oliver prodded me with the toe of his shoe and I looked up at him. He mouthed the words, thank you.

"Thank you, Mistress," I said.

"I can see she has a lot to learn," the woman said.

"She's married and I only got her for a few hours each week so her husband doesn't discover what a slut she is. It's limited my opportunities for proper training. He's out of town now, so I hope to remedy some of her deficiencies in the interim."

"Perfect," one of the men said. "I love to fuck other men's wives. It's so hedonistic. If it's all right with you, I'd like to use her mouth now."

"And I'd love to fuck her cunt," another guy said.

"Be my guest. It's the reason she's here. To learn what a slut she is," Oliver replied.

They put me on my hands and knees and the first man put his erect cock in my mouth and the other one pushed hard into my cunt.

"She's already wet, but so fucking tight!" Cunt Fucker exclaimed, slamming into me.

"She responds well to sexual stimuli," Oliver said. "She cums all the time."

"She is aware of the rules regarding cumming without permission, isn't she?" Cunt Fucker asked.

"Of course, though I expect she'll need constant reminders. She's not very good at ignoring her own pleasure."

"Then I shall have to claim sloppy seconds," a new man added. "I love a woman who can't keep from climaxing. It's so fun punishing them after."

That's right. I had to keep from cumming. I hadn't been very successful in the past. As much as I hated cumming for Oliver and whoever fucked me, I usually climaxed regardless of how hard I tried not to. Usually, I orgasmed harder every time I tried to hold back; begged for it actually. I was easily taking the man in my mouth down my throat. He wasn't the biggest cock I'd ever had in there, nor the smallest either. An average cock on an average man. The cock in my cunt was larger. He felt good. His fucking felt good. He knew what to do with it. I tried to resist my pleasure. The woman who wanted me tonight came over and started playing with my breasts. She made my nipples so hard and taut. They ached to feel her fingers squeezing and playing with them. Everything felt so good.

"These are so lovely, honey. I'm going to love sucking on them."

Unless they stopped fucking me soon, I was going to cum despite myself. I was a slut. I liked to cum. I wondered how much the punishment would hurt; if I should just surrender and accept it. No. I'd keep trying to fight, to hold out. I was better than this. The man in my mouth swelled and the salty taste of his cum coated the back of my throat. The one in my cunt was reaching his end game, too. He sped up, pumping faster, churning my fluids to butter. He grunted and spasmed, spurting his offering deep in my pussy. See. I wasn't a slut. I didn't cum after all.

The cock in my mouth clean, he pulled out. He lifted my head, staring me in the eyes. What did he want? He was done. Grabbing my hair, he said, "What do you say, cunt?"

I remembered. "Thank you, Master. Thank you for your gift." He released my hair with a disgusted, "that's better."

The man in my cunt pulled out, drained. I could feel his cum running down my leg. "Thank you, Master, for your cock and cum. It felt so good. I was honored to accept it."

He slapped my ass. "Nice cunt, slave. I'll have you again before you leave."

"Thank you, Master."

Sloppy Seconds plunged into my cunt, more cum being squished out to run down my leg. "He was right," he said. "This is a very tight cunt."

"Thank you," I said, "for honoring my cunt with your cock."

It was the last thing I said before another cock slid through my lips. I should have asked. How do I ask for permission to cum with a cock in my throat? Sloppy Seconds was a good fucker too. Apparently, extensive practice worked for them too. I imagined they could fuck whenever they wanted to. It was obvious none of the slaves would object to being used. I was moaning around the cock in my mouth pretty good. I was working it hard, hoping to finish him before I climaxed so I could ask for permission to orgasm. I tried desperately to put it off, diagramming volley ball plays in my head, concentrating on my breathing, thinking of Tan fucking a geisha girl, anything to delay. It didn't work. I had a massive orgasm, my cunt spasming frantically over the cock impaling it, moaning my heart out.

"She climaxed without permission," Sloppy Seconds said. "I'll take care of her punishment."

Since I'd already cum and was due to be punished anyway, I let go, enjoying the hell out of it. Another orgasm flowed in on the tails of the first. With any luck at all, they'd never know it was my second; it would all be one long climax.

"She's still cumming," Sloppy Seconds said, my pussy still palpitating his prick.

"Are you sure it's not her second," Oliver said. "She tends to be multi-orgasmic." Asshole.

"It all felt like one long one to me." Thank you for your lack of discernment, though they did come pretty close together.

The fellow in my mouth pulled out, spilling his warm seed all over my face. I closed my eyes. Personal experience told me cum in the eyes stung like crazy. The cheesecloth covering the eye holes helped protect them. When he was done spurting, he made me lick his cock clean.

"Master, how do you ask for permission to cum when there's a cock in my mouth?" I asked.

"You don't," Oliver answered. "Don't cum until it's removed from your mouth."

"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master." Double asshole. Don't forget the other one. "Thank you, Master for cumming all over my face."

"You're welcome. You look good with cum on your face. Anyone else want her mouth right now?"

Another woman spoke up, "Yes, I'll have a little tongue action."

She lay down on the carpet in front of my face, pulled her dress up and her panties aside, exposing a hairy pussy which some male had left it deposit in some time ago. There was dried cum in the long, curly hair. She didn't care I would be licking crusted cum off her cunt, nor getting her pubic hair stuck in my teeth. I was nothing; a slut, a whore, a slave, to her. I dipped down and started licking her, sliding up and down her slit. She took over my head, holding my ears and directing my mouth where she wanted it to go, mostly on her clit, though she'd occasionally push me down so I could tongue her hole.

"Not bad," she said, "though she's getting distracted by her fucking. You'll need to work on that tonight, Toni."

"Of course." So Toni was the woman wanting me tonight. Toni continued squeezing and fondling my breasts.

Sloppy Seconds was grunting now, heading for the finish line. He rammed himself into me and released, his cum joining the first batch in my cunt. I needed to thank him too, though the woman with the hairy cunt was keeping my face locked to her dripping pussy. Oliver stood up and moved behind me. I supposed he was going to fuck me now. He started with my cunt, but only to lubricate his cock enough to shove himself into my ass, none too gently. I grunted. Once he was in, he gave me a few moments to adapt to his intrusion, but started to skewer my bottom soon enough. I let my mind drift until Hairy Cunt pinched my cheek.

"Pay attention," she said. "You're not done yet."

"Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry, Mistress." Lick, lick, lick.... ......

JEMMA · #**268** 25-06-2019, 09:29 AM

Oliver was prodding my asshole rather briskly now. Not content merely to fuck my ass, he wanted me to cum again. He started playing with my clit, rubbing his finger in the cum leaking from my pussy, then rubbing my protruding nubbin. Dip, rub, dip, rub. Hairy Cunt climaxed, gasping in pleasure.

"Stop licking, stop licking. It's too sensitive."

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress."

Oliver was going to make me cum soon, his fingers and his cock in my ass rapidly bringing me to a peak.

"Master, may I cum," I panted, close to my cusp.

"No, you may not," Oliver ordered. "You don't have permission to cum."

Of course not. That would be showing a little consideration, a little compassion. Oliver didn't possess those qualities. He wanted me to be punished. I managed to hold out for another five minutes, but he eventually won our tug of war and I squealed. "Fuck me! Fuck my ass. God, I'm cumming, Master, I'm cumming. Thank you, Master for gracing my ass with your cock."

You may think me crazy for telling him I was cumming, that he might not have known if I didn't say anything, but he knew. They all knew. My back was arched, I was twitching and shaking and my anal sphincter was constricting around Oliver's cock so hard he orgasmed himself, filling my rectum with his offering.

"Thank you, Master for filling my ass with your cum," I whimpered, still shivering from my orgasm.

"You may administer my punishment as well," Oliver told Sloppy Seconds, pulling out of my ass to let his cum run down my leg too. "Twenty for each time she orgasmed."

"Of course, Oliver. My appreciation."

Sloppy Seconds released my collar from the chain on the floor and led me to one of the overstuffed chairs. He sat on the edge of the chair and bid me lie over his legs.

"Normally, I love to use one of the whipping pillars with a paddle or whip," he told me, "but your ass is exquisite and I must lay my hands on it."

"Thank you, Master."

"Keep your feet and hands anchored on the floor. Count for me. If you lose count, I will start over at the beginning."

Good to know. Don't lose count. How hard would he strike me. I hadn't been spanked since I was a little girl, a couple quick swats over my clothes by Mom or Dad. This would be much worse, I guessed. Before he got started with the spanking, he fondled the globes of my ass and even stuck a finger up my bum, coating it in Oliver's cum. I squirmed as he fondled me. As soon as his hand left my bottom, I knew what followed as sure as night follows the day. Swat. It was hard. My bottom rocked. Remembering Oliver's admonition not to scream when I was punished, I let out a strangled groan of "one" and started to weep.

Ignoring my sobs, he continued laying his hand on my cheeks, sometimes squeezing or pinching after each blow. My bottom became fire, where even the slightest touch burned, but there were no slight touches, save by accident as he drew his hand away. I somehow managed to keep track of the number of spankings he delivered though the number itself became meaningless to me, just one number following another. I hoped like hell his hand would become so sore he could not strike with the same intensity. Whether it became sore was moot as his intensity never declined, not once. He could have been a machine for all I knew. I blubbered and whimpered, my eyes red with my tears and snot leaking from my nose.

The spanking stopped and I wondered why, suddenly realizing I'd said forty a few moments ago. "Thank you, Master," I managed to sob.

I heard Oliver say. "I'd say that's the perfect shade of red."

"I agree," Sloppy Seconds said.

I was lifted off his lap, only to be bent over the arm of the chair and feel his cock enter my poor abused ass. Sloppy Seconds enjoyed sloppy seconds in my rectum as well. Every time his crotch slapped against my reddened bottom, it was like being spanked all over again, though I didn't need to keep count. His fucking seemed to go on forever, his excitement in administering my spanking negated by his earlier orgasm in my cunt. I did not stoically receive his fucking. Indeed, I squirmed and wriggled against the pain, sobbing softly. Despite the pain, I felt my arousal rising and feared I'd suffer another climax and have to bear another twenty swats on my aching ass. Fortunately he climaxed before I did and I was saved the shame of another punishment so soon upon the heels of the first.

"Thank you, Master, for fucking my ass." I remained where they'd placed me, bent over the chair.

"She's splendid, Oliver. You probably won't be spending much time with her. Everyone will want a taste of her."

"I know how popular the new toys are. I'm prepared to use others."

Toni came over to where we were. "You boys have had enough fun. It's getting late and I should like to retire."

Oliver handed her a leash and she fastened it to my collar and led me away, calling out, "Come along, slut," much too loudly as I was right next to her. I realized she wasn't speaking to me when another voice said, "Right away, Mistress," and another naked girl followed along behind us. I guess I wasn't the only slut in the place.

We reached her room on the second floor and Toni attached my leash to the head of the bed.

"What's your name, slave?"

"Brenda, Mistress."

"Tonight, you're Whore. You look and act like a slut, but I can't very well have two sluts, can I? It would be very confusing."

"No, Mistress." Whore I would be for the night.

"Slut, clean Whore up before she enters the bed. I don't want man cum all over my clean sheets."

"Yes, Mistress," Slut said.

She unhooked me from my leash and led me into the adjoining bathroom.

JEMMA · #**269** 26-06-2019, 11:22 AM

I sat down on the toilet and did what I could, with her waiting attentively for me to finish. After I wiped myself and stood, she wet a clean wash cloth and wiped me down, gently, particularly around my sore bottom.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Slut."

"Your real name?"

"Slut. I'm allowed no other name. Everyone calls me Slut."

I wondered what effect her name had on her. If everyone called me Whore each and every time I was spoken to, would I become the thing I was called? Would I cease to be Brenda and become Whore? She finished with me as well as she could without entering a shower, even wiping my mask to clean the dried cum from the facial I'd received. She took my hand and led me back to Toni. She fastened my collar back to the leash at the head of the bed.

"You look much better, Whore."

"Thank you, Mistress."

"I'm going to teach you how to properly lick a cunt tonight."

All right. I'd already licked a couple dozen cunts to orgasm, but perhaps I wasn't doing it right. "Yes, Mistress. Thank you," was the proper response.

"Lie down beside me on the bed."

"Yes, Mistress." I got down on the bed, going between her legs.

"Not yet, Whore. You need to be trained before earning the right to lick my cunt. Slut is an exceptional cunt licker. The best I've ever had. She will show you how to do it as I explain how I want it done. Lie down and spread your legs."

"Will I be allowed to cum, Mistress. My ass is very sore."

"Yes, Whore. You may cum. This is a learning experience, not a punishment tool."

"Thank you, Mistress." I got comfortable on the bed and parted my legs, Slut eying my crotch.

"You may begin, Slut."

"Yes, Mistress." Slut got between my legs and started licking and kissing my inner thigh right above the knee.

"Pay attention, Whore. You'll need to do this to me when she's done."

"Yes, Mistress," I replied.

Toni took a breast in her hand and began massaging and caressing it, turning my nipples taut with desire. "Most slaves don't approach this as the slow seduction it should be. They go straight for the clit or hole. Women have many sensitive nerve endings between our legs. All of them should be explored and excited. None should be neglected." She licked my nipple.

Slut was gently kissing and licking my inner thighs. Sometimes, no more than a whisper of a touch, or a soft breath; at others, a quick nip with her teeth. It was stimulating. My cunt started moistening and she was still quite a distance away, even her loose hair not touching it.

"Slowly," Toni said. "Leave no nerve endings untouched, unloved."

She nibbled my nipples, hard as diamond tips. I moaned for her, panting. Slut was working her way up my thigh, tantalizing me with her slow but inexorable pace. "It all feels good, Mistress."

Slut brushed the juncture of my legs and vulva, licking and nipping the tender skin. She hadn't touched any of my usual pleasure points yet and I was dripping. I spread my legs further apart, aching for her tongue to touch me. Toni whispered in my ear while fondling my turgid buds. "Even the soft space between your cleft and anus are full of nerve endings, begging to be touched."

Using the tip of her fingernail, Slut traced said path, painting it with my slippery, dripping fluids. My back arched. I wanted something in my cunt so bad. Her finger came up, sliding between my slick folds, tracing a path between my inner pubic lips. I moaned some more.

"Since you've been ass fucked, you know how good it feels. You can play with the anus with your fingertips while exploring." Slut did what Mistress was explaining. "When your fingers and lips have memorized and sensitized the little spaces everyone else neglects, then you can approach the big targets."

Slut's tongue lapped up my cleft, gathering my fluids on her tongue. She inserted one tiny finger in my cunt and on the roof of it, beckoned me with the tip of her finger as if she wanted me to move closer. I gasped, almost in anguish of need, my pussy flowering for her, opening up, begging her touch. My clit, already peeking out, stiffened, spiky, a tiny arrow of desire.

"Not yet," Toni whispered. "All in good time. Your clit will wait. It will not die from lack of touch. It should be circled, not quite touching, reminding you it's there."

Toni's words were dripping like honey into my ear, and as she spoke, Slut acted. Her tongue circled a minuscule distance away, not touching, but invoking the coming explosion. I was panting like a dog, wanting nothing more than to grab Slut's head and drag her mouth over my clit to lick and suck it. Yet, I restrained myself, my hands clenching the sheets, my toes curling, as Slut nudged me higher, closer to peaking without tipping me over.

"Please let me cum," I whispered raggedly, scarce able to breathe. "I can't take any more of this."

"Yes, you can Whore. The body is capable of infinite levels of desire, of arousal, of satisfaction. Never rush a thing of beauty. It can be so much more powerful than you realize."

My hips were rolling, trying to capture Slut's tongue. She deftly avoided it, continuing to stroke inside me, to plant light touches around my clit.

"Oh, fuck! Ooohhh, fuck! I can feel it coming, like it's rolling down a mountain, gathering speed. It's so close, I can taste it," I whimpered.

"That's right. You can taste it. Just there, in the corner of your mind, a huge weight, a boulder, gaining momentum, just out of reach."

Toni laved the nearest nipple, sucking on the puckered bud. At the same time, Slut finally licked my clit, her tongue dancing on the tip. I exploded. I have no other words for it. It was like breaking into a million tiny pieces, all sparkly and shiny, atomizing and blowing away on my breath. I screamed; loudly, my shriek ringing in my ears, my body bowed and rigid, unable to move save for the palpitations of my pussy, fluttering from the force of the blast. Never before had I had such an orgasm such as this. It was like I was melting, fusing with the earth, tidal waves of pleasure rippling through my body. My cunt gushed, not squirting, but suddenly so liquid I could feel myself squish.

"Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I squealed, getting louder with each word. Really, there were no words to describe it. Attempting to do so didn't do the experience justice. I was flowing into the bed, being absorbed, disappearing. I passed out briefly, overcome.

When I opened my eyes, Toni was stroking my cheek, her fingertips light and delicate. "That's how you lick cunt, Whore. Now you do it to me." She lay back on the bed and spread her legs, inviting me in.

I gathered myself and began the process as I remembered Slut doing it, Toni frequently whispering commands or urging me to go slower. She eventually orgasmed, not as loud as me, but I could tell she'd enjoyed my labors. Taking a brief rest, she bid me start again, and I believed I was better the second time. Toni was marginally noisier when she spent.

"Very good, Whore. You're a good student, but now you must learn to work while you're being fucked yourself. It's easy to get distracted by your own pleasure, your own orgasms, but you must not. Your first duty is to your Mistress or Master. They are the ones who must be pleased ultimately, not lowly slaves such as yourself. Slut, put on a strap-on. The black one, something a little thick and long, shall we, to make it tough for Whore. Oh, and get the Enforcer, too."

"Yes, Mistress." Slut dug in one of the drawers and pulled out a black strap-on nearly the size of Tan. When it was firmly secured to her waist, bobbing out before her, she went back in the drawer and pulled out what looked like a clear, plastic or plexiglass paint stirrer about fifteen inches long and two inches wide.

"This time, while you are pleasuring me," Toni said, "Slut will be fucking you with the strap-on. Believe me when I tell you she's almost as good a fucker as she is a licker. She will make you cum. You still have my permission to do so, but you must not let your pleasure interfere with mine. You must continue pleasing me no matter what you feel yourself, even if you cum. If you begin to neglect my pleasure, I will signal Slut and she will spank your sore ass with the Enforcer she's holding in her hand."

Actually, my ass wasn't nearly as sore as it was before. My own orgasm and the passage of time since my spanking having reduced the amount of pain I was feeling. Nonetheless, I had no desire to experience the evil looking little tool Slut was holding in her hand.

"She's going to strike you with it now, so you'll know how it will feel if you flag in your duties to me. Slut, now."

Slut slapped the wicked instrument over the meaty part of my buttocks and it was like being hit by a bolt of lightning, instant pain which lingered long after the thing struck me.

"Whether she is fucking you, or hitting you, you need to concentrate on me," Toni said, "or your ass will once again be burning, perhaps worse than it was before."

"Yes, Mistress. I understand."

"Get started. Slut will start fucking you when she's ready, so you can't anticipate."

"Yes, Mistress," and I began.

Nothing happened for awhile and I was well into the routine drilled into me. Suddenly, the big pseudo cock plowed into my pussy, and I gasped. Immediately, the Enforcer smacked down on my ass, reminding me where my duties lie. My ass stinging, I dived back into Toni's cunt. Slut fucked me now, slowly sliding back and forth in my pussy, developing a nice rhythm. I was fucking her back, enjoying it, feeling my arousal rising, my pussy preparing to release. Every time my attention slipped from Mistress, she signaled Slut and the plastic paddle smacked my stinging ass.

It was only with the most intense concentration on Mistress Toni's cunt that I could avoid another hard swat to my red derrière. When I was able to exercise the concentration needed for her, I found my own pleasure suppressed despite the excellent fucking and it delayed my orgasm. I wondered if I could use this discovery to avoid being punished for climaxing without permission. If I could concentrate so much on the pleasure of my partner, my own would pass. If not totally eliminating my need to cum, perhaps it would reduce the number of times I was punished.

I was so intent on practicing this discovery, it was a total surprise when I orgasmed. My rising need not impinging on my consciousness until it clubbed me like a hammer. Of course, I earned another sharp slap on my ass when I responded to my orgasm, but quickly managed to get back on point. When I had my second orgasm, I didn't even receive a smack on the bottom, never losing my focus on Mistress Toni. She praised me for my increased skill and focus when she had her own climax. Before she let me sleep, she made me satisfy Slut a couple times in return for her help training me and throwing me a good strap-on fuck. I was happy to see Slut orgasmed as easily as I did. Perhaps it's how she acquired the name. Perhaps I deserved my name as much as she did. I fell asleep between them.

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