The Submission Factory

by Susanna Hughes

  He grasped Melanie by the hips and pushed his cock towards her sex. It was obvious the whipping had excited her, and as Jack began to pound into her, the position she offered perfect for the maximum penetration, Tom moved away to lie on the bed with Sandra on one side and Judy on the other. Judy was immediately busy sucking his cock while Sandra was kissing his balls. He had his left hand under Judy's skirt and his right between Sandra's legs, the zip of the catsuit open. While I watched he pulled himself up and rolled Judy onto her back, pushing her skirt up and exposing her shaven slit. As his cock disappeared into her Sandra squirmed round and began kissing her.

  I turned back to Melanie. Again she was on the brink of an orgasm. Sweat was coating her naked body and she was moaning and gasping in time with Jack's powerful thrusts. One or two more strokes from him would have finished her off but I was determined she would suffer as I had done.

  I grabbed his waist and pulled him back. She gasped as his cock slid out of her.

  'Please, please... don't stop...' she gasped.

  'My turn,' I said. I positioned him right in front of her eyes, then slid to my knees and sucked his cock into my mouth. I sucked him and played with his cock with my tongue, licking Melanie's juices off. He had already been on the brink as he'd fucked Melanie and now, with my hand playing with his balls, I felt his cock jerk violently. I wanted to make it as bad for her as I could so when I heard his moans of pleasure reaching a crescendo I pulled him out of my mouth and used my nimble fingers to direct his jets of spunk onto Melanie's face. She gasped as the pearly liquid hit her cheek and began to slide down towards her hair.

  I told Jack to unzip my catsuit, and quickly peeled it off. I knew what I wanted. I wanted to try the machine Melanie had been using. I'd never seen anything like it before. Jack and I examined it together. It was completely adjustable and could be regulated by a remote control to go slower or faster as desired.

  Jack suggested I knelt on all fours on the floor, while he lowered the equipment until the plastic phallus was at the right height. Then pulling my panties aside, I gingerly backed onto it. My wet sex opened willingly. Slowly I moved back further. When the flared base was pressing against my labia Jack handed me the remote control. It had a dial numbered from one to ten. I turned it to five. Jack knelt beside my head and began playing with my breasts, massaging them and pinching my nipples. I was so turned on I barely registered that the others had stopped their games and were crowding around me on the floor, keen to watch as the relentless machine brought me to a shattering orgasm. My juices were making a squelching sound every time the phallus drove into me, and that fuelled my excitement. The remote dropped from my hand but Jack picked it up, and as he turned the machine up to full power I orgasmed almost immediately, screaming out my pleasure as the others watched.

  He stopped the machine and I pulled myself off it, exhausted and entirely satisfied. But I wasn't finished with Melanie. I wanted her to experience more of what she'd put us through.

  'Let's use it on her,' I said.

  The others agreed. The machine was readjusted so the tip of the phallus, still glistening from my juices, was butting into Melanie's perfectly positioned sex. The marks the whip left on her buttocks had darkened and was almost purple. I couldn't resist caressing them and she gasped.

  Jack started the machine. She gasped again and shook her head, lifting it to beg us to stop. But she couldn't hold her head there for long and dropped it down, as the phallus pumped into her at half speed. Jack turned the control up to maximum and Melanie's body reacted by arching off the bench. As she settled back she began to fuck the machine just as much as it was fucking her, riding the cock back and forth, though her movement was limited by her bondage.

  As her excitement increased I nodded to Jack, who knew exactly what I intended. He immediately cut the power of the machine.

  'No...!' Melanie screamed.

  She tried to push herself back onto the phallus more forcibly but could do little more than wriggle her hips. I knelt beside her head and pulled it up so she was looking straight into my eyes. Her face was full of frustration, just as mine had been.

  'You don't get off that easily.'

  I pushed the machine away and caressed her buttocks, concentrating on the welts Judy's whipping had left. Melanie shuddered under my touch. Slowly, gently I smooth my fingers down until they were touching her wet pussy lips.

  Judy picked up one of the gags we'd brought from the cellar and stuffed it unceremoniously into Melanie's mouth, strapping it tightly in place. I slipped my fingers into her vagina and found her clit. Delicately, careful not to push her over the boundary into an orgasm, I teased it with the ball of my thumb.

  We were doing to her what she had frequently done to us. We kept her on the brink of orgasm but never let her over it. In front of her she could not help but watch Jack, who had taken over from Tom and was fucking Sandra on the bed, giving her a string of orgasms, each one louder and more shattering than the last, until he lost control and sprayed his spunk over her buttocks.

  Carefully I stroked Melanie's clit while Judy tormented her nipples and breasts, pinching them, pulling them, kneading them.

  'Beg me,' I whispered in her ear.

  'Ah...' she managed to say through the gag. It did sound a little like please.

  'Can't hear you,' I taunted.

  'Ah...' she mumbled again.

  'No sorry, I'm not in the mood.' I pulled my fingers away.

  'No...' Melanie screamed into the gag.

  'Oh yes,' I said. 'We're in control of everything you do now.'

  Judy wrapped her arms around my waist. She cupped my naked breasts in her hands. We rolled together onto the bed and my mouth pressed to her sex while hers was doing the same to mine.

  As I orgasmed under her tongue I looked to the side to see the desperate frustration in Melanie's eyes; the same frustration she had so often made me feel. That revenge was sweet.

  They pulled Melanie down the stairs and into the cell Barbara had occupied. She seemed docile enough, accepting the fact that there was nothing she could do to stop them attaching the metal chastity belt around her waist and between her legs, before tying her hand and foot to the bed.

  In the morning, after they'd found accommodation in the house, with Judy, Barbara and Jack sharing Melanie's bedroom, while Tom went off with Sandra, they went down into the cellar to release the unwitting 'guests'.

  While they wandered about looking bemused, Jack found the equipment used to play the strange sounds in the middle of the night, and destroyed it.

  By the second day all those who had been held captive began to regain at least a sketchy outline of what had happened to them and why, though for some it took longer than others.

  One of the first female slaves to recover her memory had the brilliant idea of forcing Melanie to get her husband to come to the house on some pretext or other. When he arrived he was locked into one of the cells to experience what she had gone through. Judy and Barbara were keen to take part and even dressed in Celine and Angel's bizarre rubber costumes, while the poor man was given hell by them and his wife.

  Others heard of this idea and demanded the same treatment for the partners who'd had them imprisoned, so by the end of the week, when everyone had recovered their faculties, the cells were full with the would-be masters and the two would-be mistresses who'd paid Melanie to train their spouses. The revenge was perfect. The only difference from the previous regime's treatment was these inmates knew what they had done and why they were there.

  Slowly Melanie's house of punishment was rundown. Her office had revealed more secrets; the names and addresses of all her previous 'patients', the women and men who were presumably now living as slaves, kowtowing to their master's or mistresses' every whim. It was going to be difficult but Barbara knew looking up these households was going to be the next thing on her agenda. She had a feeling there were going to be some very interesting encounters, and of course, she would be happy to offer her
special expertise in ensuring that the revenge the slaves dished out when they discovered the truth was just as excruciating as their experiences at the hands of Melanie Masters.

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