She Took Me in Hand: 3 Lesbian Dominant/Submissive BDSM Romances

by I. M Rogue

  Every woman there seemed to revel in spanking me hard. My squeals slowly turned into helpless whimpers as the pain became too much for me to bear. I tried to remain strong but it was beyond what I could handle. My eyes welled with tears and I started bawling under their torturous barrage. This only seemed to make them spank harder and I sobbed uncontrollably as they broke me down into an emotional mess.

  I love you Melissa but God – this is too much. Why must they do this? I won’t let them change my mind.

  All at once the spanking stopped but I continued to sob in agony across the table. – my ass burning fiercely hot. Only Melissa’s smell next to me kept me strong enough to continue. The woman in a pink gown approached with something unrecognizable in her hand. It looked like a thin version of a water bottle that was on some type of stick.

  She walked behind me and I felt several of their hands begin feeling my welted ass. Five hands probed my bottom and some of the women actually expressed an admiration for my shape.

  “It’s too bad she’s straight” one of them said.

  “I could use her for a night” another added.

  Their hands slowly lowered to my pussy and multiple fingers began tracing my inner lips. In contrast to my searing ass their gentle work caused my pussy to tingle with a pleasure that was new to me. Multiple fingers began dabbing slightly inside me, encouraging my juices to flow and though my ass was still killing me - I became wet.

  Several fingers pulled my opening apart spreading it wide. A sudden humiliation washed over me as they took their intimate liberties with my well guarded secrets. I found myself hoping I was adequate in whatever way they were evaluating for – though I was still softly sobbing over my seared ass.

  A pressure appeared against my pussy and I knew it was the strange bottle device. The hot water bottle looking thing was at least three inches wide and felt like it was made out of latex. Many strange hands pinned me down harder against the table as the intruder slowly penetrated me, delicately stretching my inner lips.

  I allowed my body to relax as much as possible and gave myself over to the violation. An occasional finger caressed my clit stimulating me luridly and forcing my pussy to remain compliant. The bottle was gradually worked deeper inside me – four inches, five inches, six inches. It continued until it nearly filled me and I lay at their mercy while being deeply penetrated.

  Very tenderly the bottle device began pumping in and out of me. I cannot lie – it did feel good, though humiliating, and my sobbing ended. The women made lewd comments about me as the fucking continued.

  “She has a pretty nice pussy for a straight gal” one noted.

  “I wonder if she is good at eating pussy” another added.

  “Can we find out?” A third interjected anxiously.

  “Silence” dark suit announced. “This isn’t a game. A member of the council has taken a straight girl and must pay the price for her. Begin the swelling.”

  “No Ashley – I fisted her earlier. Don’t do this to her. It’s too much.” Melissa begged – and was slapped hard across the face.

  “Silence Melissa. Fisting is child’s play compared to this. It was her choice. Begin the swelling!”

  The sound of an air compressor behind me filled my ears. Suddenly the bottle inside me began to expand – it was being inflated larger. I could feel it growing until it pushed at the inner walls of my tender pussy.

  “Oh!” I moaned. “What’s happening – what are you doing to me?”

  “Don’t make me warn you again.” Black suit growled.

  “Please remain quite Constance. Or quit if you have to – I’ll understand.” Melissa pleaded next to me.

  “I’ll never quit on you.” I stammered.

  The bottle continued to expand stretching my insides much wider than I have ever been. The pumping motion continued as it swelled, slowly plunging in and out of my pussy. I was stretched further and could feel the smooth intruder pushing out my inner walls and grind demandingly against my G spot.

  I couldn’t restrain groaning as the expanding monster fucked me even harder.

  “Make it swell fatter” Dark suit demanded.

  The intruder began inflating even larger and my inner walls were pushed out even further ballooning outwards beyond my limits. I was so overcome with fullness I grunted continually and imagined this was what giving birth might feel like. Onward the pumping went as it expanded and my groans became animalistic.

  “Arah eroa” I cried as it worked.

  “Just go with it my beautiful Constance” Melissa encouraged still being forced to look away.

  Her words encouraged me in a strange way. It felt like a dream as humiliation caused my clit began to engorge tightly. Suddenly strobes of sensation began flickering up my pussy’s canal and radiating through my hips. The distinct feel of a distant violating climax began to grow.

  “Swell it larger” Dark suit ordered.

  “No Ashley” Melissa pleaded for me. “She is already too full. Please don’t make her take it all.”

  “Recant you feelings for her then” Ashley ordered.

  “Na-no Melissa, don’t do it” I grunted. “I ca-can handle it for you.”

  “I love you Constance. I truly do. Please don’t hate me for…”

  SLAP! – I heard Melissa’s red cheek being struck.

  “Silence Melissa” Dark suit demanded. “Continue the swelling now!”

  The compressor whirred on and my insides were pushed so wide that my canal began pressing against my inner butt – my intestines, while still fucking me. Each overwhelming stroke not only stretched my pussy to its limits but now the inside of my asshole. It was pleasurable yet nauseating at the same time and the sounds of my groans were unrecognizable to even me.

  “Now fuck her” a voice demanded.

  What? They are fucking me. What’s happening?

  Through my massive penetration I felt something I couldn’t identify at first. There was something more. Then I realized a dildo was being worked into my ass. I was being double penetrated by the woman in the pink gown who wore a strap on. The other girls continued fucking me with their immensely inflated staff as Pink eased her dildo deeper up my helpless ass. I felt it rubbing against the swollen bottle in my pussy and groaned louder feeling overfull…and inhuman.

  When Pink finally thrust all the way up my ass I screamed without even realizing it. A feeling that I needed to throw up mixed with a feeling that I needed to climax. It was utterly confusing and sometimes painful. Her strap on pushed back against the caving walls of my anus and the two intruders rubbed against each other maddeningly through my flesh.

  Stimulation was emanating throughout my hips but I could not tell if it was pleasurable or painful. One moment it was ecstasy the next it was hell, then back to ecstasy. I heard myself continue to scream but I was in a daze of violation and submission. Soon it felt like I was an animal – just a toy for their amusement.

  Smack – I felt Pink Gown’s hips impact my ass as she plunged deeply inside me.

  Both holes were now being deeply fucked and a puddle of my own drool pooled up around my chin between screams. I felt used, abused, slutty – and owned. I wailed next to my lover, caught between pleasure and pain as my dignity was fucked out of me.

  Ashley grabbed Melissa by the hair and turned her face towards mine. She forced her head over and demanded that she lick up my puddle of drool. I screamed louder and tried my best to contain the flow but it was no use. The penetration was just too much and it streamed out with every wail I made.

  Poor Melissa began lapping it up like a dog and I wished I could help her. Between licks she would discreetly sneak a soft kiss in and I swooned on the inside as my ass and pussy were relentlessly molested. I wanted to kiss her back but there was no controlling my reactions. This was too much for any girl to handle and they knew it.

  As I yearned to kiss her it started. A throbbing in my clit beyond my control grew increasingly stronger. My shame over the humilia
ting violation only made it intensify. It began feeling like I was climaxing though I know I wasn’t. A strange sensation grew - like an orgasm that ached instead of stimulated was washing through me. An orgasm of pain.

  Smack, Smack – Pink continued dominantly drilling my ass as the swollen member inside my pussy continued overwhelming me with demanding strokes.

  While the unusual sensation continued washing through me I felt the onrushing of a real climax preparing to strike, though I wasn’t sure if it would be painful or pleasurable. I struggled to breath and finally welcomed the intensity of the orgasm it promised. It moved on me quickly and between screams I fought to catch my breath. Just as it was about to strike I looked into Melissa’s eyes when everything stopped. They seemed to know I was going to climax and both intruders remained perfectly still inside me.

  Noooo!

  “Don’t let the bitch cum” Pink ordered.

  My screams turned into anxious groans as I tried to buck back and finish on my own. The attempt was painful and the group laughed at my feeble efforts.

  Black suit grabbed Melissa’s hair and forced her to view my desperate attempts at relief.

  “Look at the little slut Mel. At the end of the day she is going to want a cock. Is she really worth it?”

  “Yes.”

  Melissa’s answer was like music to my ears and I strained to bring my lips to hers. In response Pink reached around and grabbed my engorged clit. She held me firmly and the stimulation was enough to make me lose it. Stimulation poured out of my clit and I started convulsing on the table – my muscles heaving uncontrollably.

  Laughter and cat calls filled the room as I helplessly climaxed in front of them and Pink began pounding into my ass hard. The immense shame I felt was intense yet my orgasm fed off it. The more embarrassed and used I felt the more powerful the climax became. Every humiliating spasm seemed stronger than the last and my orgasm raged on for over a minute as they mocked me.

  In the middle of it the inflated bottle was eased slowly out of my pussy stretching it so wide I felt like a cheap whore. When my convulsions mellowed I struggled to compose myself.

  Pink continued drilling my ass, mercilessly using me and stripping my last shreds of dignity.

  “She’s my whore now Mel” she announced.

  “She’s a cheap whore” the group mocked in unison.

  Pink’s dominating strokes caused another orgasm to erupt out of me fueled by pure shame. I screamed overwhelmed after each stroke of the deep anal intrusion but she fucked on until my body no longer twitched.

  I lay in a heap of used up slut when the strap on was finally removed from my tender bottom. Exhaustion filled me and I felt worn out.

  “Let’s inflate the bottle in her ass” a girl in back encouraged.

  “No” Melissa interjected. “She did my penance. Our charter clearly states you must let her go. Besides, she had already proven her devotion to me. It’s my choice to be with her – if I get hurt so be it.”

  “The charter clearly states if the spork takes the atonement for the member than it’s up to the Chancellor to determine when the penance has ended.” Dark suit insisted.

  “Please Ashley – she has endured enough for me over the last twenty four hours. Constance I believe in you. You have proven you’re devotion to me and I want you.”

  “I love you Melissa.”

  “I love you too” she answered.

  “Well Mel – we have a little surprise for you. Bring them in.”

  Two tall males were ushered into the room. They only wore blindfolds and shorts and my heart dipped. In a strict lesbian secret society like this – nothing good could come of it. An ominous feeling began seeping into my exhausted mind. They knew this would humiliate her on a deeper level.

  They forced Melissa’s legs apart and informed her she was going to be fucked by these men.

  “No Ashley” Melissa begged. “You are way out of line. Our charter clearly states no men are to be used in the atonement.”

  “I know” Ashley remarked. “I helped you write it. But that was before a member of the high council went rogue with a straight girl. Prepare to be fucked.”

  “No please Ashley.”

  “You want to get out of it?”

  “Yes of course. You know I have no interest in men.”

  “Then bark like a dog” Ashley demanded.

  You cruel bitch – in front of her friends no less.

  “Fuck you – I won’t do it.”

  One of the men was ushered into place behind Melissa, his cock placed between her legs.

  “Ruf ruf!” Melissa barked desperately making the group laugh.

  “Now howl like you’re in heat” Ashley giggled.

  “Owoooo, owooo!” Melissa wailed repeatedly.

  The group took great pleasure in her humiliation. As she howled they groped her, unceremoniously helping themselves to every part of her.

  “Now oink like a pig” Pink demanded.

  “Wak wak wak” Melissa snorted desperately.

  “Melissa Bainbridge you are hereby stripped of your title as Vice Chancellor of the Downtown Ladies Club. From here on out you’re demoted to an entry level member, subservient to the group.” Ashley announced.

  She ordered the men away and stood Melissa up.

  “Your final penance is that you and your straight little girlfriend have to get all of us off. Only then will you have our approval and be released.”

  TWO FLAMES

  With my head spinning I was stood up and walked over to a narrow massage table. I was laid out across it and strapped down unable to move my arms or legs. The same was done with Melissa and when they were done we both lay helplessly, side by side on our backs.

  The women began undressing. A tall girl with long legs walked up to me, smiled boldly and threw her leg across my body. I stared up at here perfectly shaved pussy as she eased it down over my face. I knew what was expected and took her clit submissively into my mouth.

  I better do a good job…to prove I’m not a spork?

  Next to me I could hear Melissa enduring the same. To be together we were both in for a long meal of pussy eating and we both worked with determination to achieve it. Though I was inexperienced I was learning fast. The women became faceless flavors to me. I tasted all type of woman from tangy, to salty, to bland. I nursed each clit that was brought to me like a hungry baby hoping for approval. The sounds of Melissa smacking next to revealed she was doing the same. In my lightheaded state I only focused on delivering pleasure.

  When we finished with the group the pinstriped woman went next and I continued doing my best. Ashley was the last to go and she made sure Melissa was the one to work on her. It was a final statement of domination showing that Melissa had been demoted.

  Ashley was rough with her and Melissa whimpered several times during her work. When the alpha female finally climaxed I hoped it was over and that my lover would truly be mine.

  I was released from the table first and my clothes were handed to me.

  “Get dressed and leave” Pink ordered.

  “What about Melissa?”

  “She’ll be out after her expunging ceremony. Now go.”

  Once I was dressed the pinstriped women took me by the arm and escorted me out of the room to wait in the lounge. They stood guard over the door making sure I kept my distance from my desperate obsession.

  Thirty minutes later the door opened and a pinstriped woman was helping Melissa walk out. She looked shook and was walking gingerly. I rushed over to them and she was passed off to me. She wobbled as I steadied her and helped her towards the exit.

  “What happened, what did they do to you?”

  “My thighs – they whipped my thighs. The pain is killing me Constance.”

  “Those bitches. I thought they agreed to let me take your punishment.”

  “Ashley betrayed me and has taken over the group like a dictator. She has always wanted to do it and my crush on you was the perfect excu
se. It’s better that we forget about them - it was never meant to be like that. Now they are just crazy.”

  “I’m going back to give her a piece of my mind.” I insisted.

  “No Constance it’s not worth it. Just please get me to my car.”

  I steadied her and helped her out of the lounge and to her car. When we arrived she informed me she couldn’t drive and I helped into the passenger seat. It was hard for her to sit down and when she did I saw the blood.

  “They whipped your legs bloody!” I exclaimed outraged.

  “Drive me to my office – I have some ointment there…and I can’t bear separating from you right now. Do you mind?”

  “I’m here for you as long as you need…Your Majesty”.

  The reference made her smile which made me feel a little better. My own ass was seared and my body had been stretched and violated a lot over the last twenty four hours. But we had done it. The final hurdle had been crossed and neither of us had any reservations about continuing our relationship. While driving I couldn’t help noticing what a broken pair we currently were.

  When we arrived at the office we limped to the elevator – the doors opened and there stood my husband Edward and his secretary Janet in each other’s arms. He pulled away abruptly but it was too late. He was caught red handed.

  “Constance…hi! What are you doing here?”

  He face turned red and I could tell he was formulating a lie.

  “The same thing as you,” I replied, “starting a new relationship.”

  “A new relationship - what do you mean? I’m not…”

  “Just leave it Ed.” I interrupted. “I already saw the two of you this morning. Don’t worry, I’m not that concerned about it. We have been kidding ourselves for too long. It’s time for both of us to move on.”

  “Who have you been seeing” he demanded outraged. Then he looked at Melissa and blushed. “Not you Mel…right?”

  “It is me Ed. Are you really that surprised?”

  “This is outrageous. I will divorce her over this and leave her with nothing.”