Miss Bridget's Girls

by Robin Bond

  However, after several minutes Mrs Prentice changed gear again. She told Jennifer to stand up, bend over and touch her knees. Carefully Mrs Prentice pulled the butt plug out. Despite being stretched so wide, or perhaps because of it, Jennifer felt the loss. She felt empty, like something was missing.

  Mrs Prentice got off the bed, pulled on her knickers and smoothed down her skirt. She marched Jennifer down to the kitchen. “Tell me, my dear, do you know what frigging is?”

  “I don’t think so,” Jennifer said. It seemed there was still a lot to learn.

  “You’re going to find out,” said Mrs Prentice. She reached into a vegetable basket that lay on the counter and took out something. Jennifer couldn’t see what it was. Mrs Prentice leaned over the sink, apparently peeling something with a knife. What could it be? A potato? What could she do with that? Jennifer thought it must be a carrot. She was going to get a carrot in her ass, or maybe in her cunt.

  “Bend over the table,” said Mrs Prentice.

  Jennifer lay down. She felt Mrs Prentice pulling open the cheeks of her ass. So it was to be another insertion? But what? Something cold pressed against her. “Open up,” said Mrs Prentice. “Relax that cute little asshole. We’re going to give it some stimulation.”

  Jennifer did her best. Whatever it was, the object was nothing like the size of the butt plug. In fact it went in quite easily. Jennifer lay there, the object neatly lodged in her ass. After a minute or two her ass began to tingle. Then it tingled some more. What was it that had been inserted? The tingling got worse, and turned into a burning sensation, which grew more and more intense. Jennifer groaned. “Please, Mrs Prentice,” she said. “It hurts.”

  “Good,” said Mrs Prentice. “Little sluts like you need their asses abused.” She moved the object around a little, which increased the pain, which was now becoming serious. “In case you’re curious,” said Mrs Prentice, “what you’ve got sticking in your ass is a piece of fresh ginger. The stinging can be nasty if it’s left in long enough. But afterwards your ass will be soft and pliant. Which is just as well, because I’m going to fuck the living daylights out of you with the biggest strap-on cock you ever saw.” That sounded a bit intimidating, but Jennifer was determined to see it through. She set great store by pleasing Miss Bridget, and Miss Flora as well. She wanted to be a valued member of their team. And, despite the fact that Mrs Prentice was rather on the extreme side, she did actually enjoy being such an ass-slut. She knew her ass was pretty, and she was glad to have it appreciated.

  Jennifer was wondering exactly how much more she could take of the burning in her ass, which was causing her to wriggle about, and to whimper, though Mrs Prentice took no notice. But at that moment, Mrs Prentice took the ginger out. Jennifer’s ass continued burning but gradually the sensation died down.

  Mrs Prentice took her back up to the bedroom, went to a drawer and pulled out a harness, a black leather strap with a slot at the front into which, as Jennifer watched with wide eyes, she slid a monstrous-looking dildo, black and smooth, but long and thick. Mrs Prentice strapped it on firmly, then turned to face Jennifer, the great thing sticking straight out in front of her.

  “On your knees,” Mrs Prentice ordered. She told Jennifer to open her mouth and thrust her groin forward, pushing the dildo in. Jennifer struggled to accommodate the size of it; her jaw ached as Mrs Prentice insisted she take it right in, holding her hair so that her mouth could not escape, ramming the dildo into Jennifer’s throat. She choked and when the dildo was pulled out she coughed. Saliva was almost drowning her. Mrs Prentice forced the dildo back in and Jennifer choked again. Mrs Prentice took it out again. She pushed Jennifer onto the bed, on all fours, and knelt behind her.

  “First I’m going to fuck your tight little cunt,” Mrs Prentice said. “It will get you used to the size of the thing, and get it nice and slippery for your ass.”

  By this time Jennifer’s cunt was soaking wet, her juices running down the inside of her thigh. Even so, the dildo was big enough to need a lot of stretching. Mrs Prentice moved it this way and that, pushing in a little more each time, thrusting hard despite the resistance. When it was finally lodged deep in Jennifer’s cunt, she paused for a moment, then began to thrust in and out. Jennifer grunted at the force of the fucking; it was by far the biggest thing she had ever had inside her. After a couple of minutes of this, Jennifer felt the dildo being pulled out. Now was the moment of truth.

  As she felt the tip of the dildo nudging at the entrance of her ass, Jennifer took a deep breath, then pushed out. Relaxation is the thing, she told herself. The dildo began to go in, but still Jennifer felt it was too big. She really did try to relax and dilate, but surely it was just too much?

  Mrs Prentice had her own ideas about that. She gripped Jennifer firmly round the hips and thrust in hard. Jennifer groaned. Mrs Prentice thrust harder. “Oh, god,” said Jennifer. It was impossible, surely; and yet Mrs Prentice’s determination was unwavering. Jennifer knew that the thing was going in eventually; she just hoped it wouldn’t do her any damage. Mrs Prentice was giving short, sharp thrusts, each one making Jennifer grunt. But little by little she was being penetrated. At last, with a final, fierce push, pulling Jennifer towards her, Mrs Prentice thrust home.

  Jennifer would not have thought it possible to feel so full. It was a kind of violation, an invasion of her most private space, a dive into her most intimate being. She felt pierced to the core. After a moment Mrs Prentice began to move, fucking her with slow, measured movements. After several such thrusts, Jennifer found it was getting easier. Despite the tightness, her ass was beginning to accommodate to the enormous artificial cock inside her. Briefly Jennifer wondered if this was what it was like to be fucked by a man. But really, that didn’t matter too much. It was unlikely ever to happen.

  Despite the violence of the stimulation to her ass, Jennifer thought it unlikely she would climax in response. She needed her clit worked for that, but Mrs Practice had no concern for Jennifer’s pleasure, only her own. The fucking went on and on and Jennifer realised that Mrs Prentice had some sort of vibrator in place, rubbing against her clit. At last the vibrator achieved its end; with a huge cry of delight Mrs Prentice came, her hips shaking, the dildo trembling in Jennifer’s ass.

  Mrs Prentice pulled out. The thing made a rather rude noise as it plopped out. Mrs Prentice took it off. “Now,” she said, “we’ll finish with the cane, and that will be that for today. Perhaps next time we will try fisting. And I’m going to buy an anal locking plug. That should be fun. Maybe I’ll take you out to lunch with that in.”

  The caning was short but sharp, twelve strokes, very firm, across the centre of Jennifer’s now tender bottom, leaving precise and very pronounced marks. Jennifer was told to get dressed again. They went downstairs and Mrs Prentice led Jennifer to the door. “Would it interest you to know that while you have been here my husband has been locked in a cupboard, naked, trussed up, gagged and clamped? I am sure he has been straining his ear to catch some sounds of us girls at play. I’m going to give him a sound thrashing now as a punishment for that.”

  Chapter Nine

  Mrs Tanaka was a small, pretty Japanese woman of about forty. Miss Bridget had told Purity that her husband was something big in the electronics industry and that the couple were wealthy. “It seems they spend quite a lot on their pleasures,” Bridget said. “So I’m keen to cultivate Mrs Tanaka. Make sure you are obedient; the Japanese rate that very highly, I believe.”

  Purity stood outside the large mansion on the outskirts of town, admiring the carefully manicured lawns and gardens, with their many flowering shrubs. The door opened and Mrs Tanaka appeared, dressed in a traditional Japanese kimono. She bowed to Purity, who bowed back, somewhat awkwardly. Mrs Tanaka took her into a large comfortable room furnished in western style and invited her to sit on the sofa.

  “You are a pretty girl,” she said to Purity, eyeing her closely.

  “Thank you,” said Purity politely.

 
There was silence for a moment.

  “So,” said Mrs Tanaka, “I shall buy you for the afternoon for pleasure, no?”

  Mrs Tanaka spoke grammatically correct English but rather slowly and with an accent.

  “That is the arrangement,” said Purity. She wondered in what direction Mrs Tanaka’s tastes lay. Miss Bridget had been rather vague. “All I know is, she wants a girl that she can do what she likes with.”

  “Good,” said Mrs Tanaka. “Now you show me what I have bought. Undress, please.”

  A little surprised by this directness, but not hesitating, Purity got to her feet. She was wearing, at Miss Bridget’s suggestion, a sort of schoolgirl outfit, with a white blouse and navy pleated skirt. She had on white cotton knee-length socks and black, Mary Jane style shoes. Underneath she wore a plain white cotton bra and knickers. Her hair was in a neat pony-tail. She began to remove the items, one by one, until she was naked. She stood, a little awkwardly, awaiting further instructions. Mrs Tanaka looked her up and down, then motioned her to turn around, presumably so that Mrs Tanaka could inspect her bottom. Purity liked to think it was one of her best feature, round and firm and smooth. She hoped Mrs Tanaka would like it.

  “Turn back,” said Mrs Tanaka. She beckoned Purity to come closer. She reached up and pinched Purity’s nipples, making them instantly spring to life. She ran her hand across Purity’s belly, then stroked her pubic mound. Mrs Tanaka seemed impressed by its smoothness. She put her hand in between Purity’s legs and stroked her closely shaved cunt.

  “Very nice,” she said. “Turn round again.”

  Mrs Tanaka spent some time stroking Purity’s bottom. She spread her cheeks and peered at the little pursed asshole, then fingered it. Purity shivered. She wasn’t used to such an intimate examination.

  “Sit down,” said Mrs Tanaka. Purity resumed her seat on the sofa. “You know what is kinbaku?”

  “No, I’m sorry,” Purity said.

  “Here you call it shibari.”

  “I think I’ve heard of that,” Purity said. “Tying people up with ropes, isn’t it?”

  “Yes,” said Mrs Tanaka. “In an artistic manner.”

  “I see,” said Purity.

  “I like to do this with pretty girls,” Mrs Tanaka said.

  “Very well,” Purity said.

  ‘Very tight. Not many clothes,” Mrs Tanaka said.

  “OK,” Purity replied.

  “Come,” said Mrs Tanaka, standing up. Purity followed her out of the room, down a flight of stairs and along a narrow corridor. She opened a door and ushered Purity inside. The door behind them closed with a swish; Purity recognised that as a sign the room was sound-proofed.

  “This is our playroom,” Mrs Tanaka said. Purity looked around. There were no windows. On one side of the room was a wooden bench with a padded top and a series of rings attached at different heights. On the other side was a simple wooden table and chair. Ranged along one side was a long chest containing many drawers. On one wall hung a range of instruments such as whips, canes, paddles and such. And hanging from the ceiling were coils of rope, most of it red. Purity felt rather intimidated by such a display. It spoke eloquently to the sexual tastes of those who owned such items.

  “First,” said Mrs Tanaka, “I shall tie you in a simply restraint, although I think you will find it effective.”

  Effective for what, Purity wondered.

  She sat Purity on a long, low wooden stool and took a length of rope from the ceiling. Deftly she tied one of Purity’s ankles to a ring attached to a foot of the stool. Then she brought the rope across and tied Purity’s other ankle to a ring at the other end of the stool. Purity’s legs were draw wide apart, exposing her. Mrs Tanaka then tied a rope round Purity’s neck, firmly but not tightly enough to choke her. There was a third ring, on a stool-leg set half way between the other two, and Mrs Tanaka tied Purity’s head down to it so that her head was pulled right down between her legs, almost touching the floor. It wasn’t painful, but it wasn’t comfortable either.

  Mrs Tanaka went behind her. She reached forward and drew Purity’s arms under her knees and behind her back, tying the wrists together. Purity was being stretched more than was comfortable. Then Mrs Tanaka threw the rope over a beam hanging above and tied Purity’s wrists so that they were pulled upwards. She tugged on the rope gently. Purity grunted; her arms were stretched, awkwardly, in a position that threatened to become painful before too long. She couldn’t move an inch.

  Mrs Tanaka stood in front of her, admiring her handiwork. Then, unexpectedly, she grasped Purity by the hair and pulled her head back. With her other hand she slapped Purity hard across the cheek.

  “You will be good girl, no?”

  “Yes,” gasped Purity. She didn’t think she had much choice.

  Mrs Tanaka went behind her. There was a short pause, during which Purity heard a drawer open. Then she felt something being pushed into her ass. It was a butt-plug; the further it was pushed in the larger it seemed to get, till all at once it slipped in tight and Purity’s ass closed around the base. Purity wondered if this was all part of traditional kinbaku or a refinement of Mrs Tanaka’s.

  Mrs Tanaka fetched the chair and set it down in front of Purity. She sat there for some time, watching her in apparent satisfaction. She smoked a cigarette. Then she got up and left the room. Purity was finding the stretching and straining were now becoming painful. She was beginning to sweat slightly. She hoped she wouldn’t be left like this too much longer.

  Mrs Tanaka came back. She carried a tray on which were a small china cup and a flask. She set the tray down and poured out some liquid; Purity recognised the odour of sake. Mrs Tanaka sat and slowly sipped the sake while watching as Purity’s breathing grew more laboured and her face went red.

  “You like shibari?” she said after a while.

  “It hurts,” Purity said.

  Mrs Tanaka gave a little chuckle. “That is I why I pay you money,” she said.

  When she had finished the sake, Mrs Tanaka got up and began to untie Purity. With much grimacing Purity rubbed her arms and stretched her back. Mrs Tanaka told her to walk around. Purity could feel the butt plug still in place.

  “Now it’s time for another tie,” Mrs Tanaka said. Again she tied Purity’s hands behind her back. She wound a length of rope around her chest, compressing the breasts downwards a little. Then a rope went round Purity’s back and came round the front again, this time going under the breasts. The rope went around a couple more times. Then with a separate length of rope, Mrs Tanaka began to tie Purity’s breasts, winding the rope round and round the base of each breast, compressing it tightly. Purity had never had this done and didn’t much like the idea. She’d seen picture of girls tied like this and she thought it did not make the breasts attractive to have them tied up so tight they were compressed into a kind of ball, which slowly went purple. But Mrs Tanaka was not to be resisted.

  Mrs Tanaka sat in front of her and smoked another cigarette. She got up and came back with a couple of steel nipple clamps. Purity had tried this and she knew it could hurt a lot. Her nipples must have been extra sensitive from the binding, and she cried out as Mrs Tanaka applied the clamps. Mrs Tanaka sat and smiled. After a while, though not too soon, she took the clamps off. She made Purity lie on her front on the floor, with her hands still tied behind her back and her breasts bound. She tied Purity’s ankles together, then bent her legs and pulled her ankles right back, tying them to her wrists.

  “Hogtie,” said Mrs Tanaka proudly. Purity was helpless. She could roll around the floor, but no amount of struggling loosened the bonds. Mrs Tanaka sat quietly watching. After a while, perhaps tiring of Purity’s gasps and grunts, she fetched a ball-gag and forced it into Purity’s mouth, doing up the strap tightly behind her head. Then she decided on another refinement. She gathered Purity’s long hair up in a bunch and made a very tight knot around it with the rope. Then she showed Purity an anal hook. It was curved, made of polished steel, with a ring a
t one end and a sort of bulb at the other. Purity shook her head. True, the hook wasn’t really that since there was no sharp spike on the end. All the same, Purity didn’t want it in her ass.

  Her refusal displeased Mrs Tanaka, who slapped her face, several times. Purity stopped struggling and meekly accepted for the plug to be taken out of her ass and replaced by the hook. It went in more easily than she expected, doubtless because her asshole had already been dilated by the plug. Mrs Tanaka threaded a rope through the hook’s ring and tied it up to the knot in Purity’s hair. She pulled on the rope several times, forcing Purity’s head back further and further, then tied it off.

  Purity felt like a trussed animal, prepared for the spit. Mrs Tanaka could have roasted her alive and she could have made no escape. Instead, Mrs Tanaka poured herself another cup of sake and sat back to watch Purity squirm. She’s a true sadist, Purity thought; she really does enjoy watching me suffer, seeing me utterly helpless. Her neck began to ache, and the back of her arms. Her ass began to throb from the hook forced into it. And yet all the time Purity could feel the wetness seeping between her legs. Her cunt hummed with unsatisfied desire.

  Mrs Tanaka offered Purity a cup of sake. Purity wasn’t much of a drinker, but she felt in need of something to brace her against whatever Mrs Tanaka had in store for her, and she accepted gladly. Mrs Tanaka held the little cup up to her lips for her to sip. Mrs Tanaka didn’t seem to have much English, so they did not converse, merely smiling at each other. Eventually Mrs Tanaka undid the hogtie and instead picked up another piece of rope and tied it to her ankles. Mrs Tanaka threw the end of the rope attached to her ankles over an overhanging beam. As Mrs Tanaka began to haul on the rope Purity wondered if the beam was a real architectural feature, or whether it had been fitted purposely for suspension. Her ankles were raised high, so that she hung upside down. Purity hoped fervently that Mrs Tanaka knew what she was doing and that her knots were secure. Then she threw the rope attached to her wrists over the beam too, and pulled until Purity was horizontal, facing the ground, about four feet up. Finally, she tied another rope very tightly around Purity’s waist and between her legs. The rope pressed tightly on Purity’s clit and also went directly between the cheeks of her ass. This rope too was thrown over the beam and Mrs Tanaka hauled on it until it was taut. Now Purity was suspended from the beam at three points. Mrs Tanaka had pulled on the crotch rope until it was the tightest, taking most of Purity’s weight. The rope began to bite into Purity, both pressing hard against her clit and digging into her asshole on top of the hook.