by John Argus
She thought of refusing adamantly, though secretly the idea was not altogether unappealing.
‘Mmm, perhaps I’ll arrange it,’ he said pensively, with no consideration for her thoughts on the matter.
Chapter 9
The following morning Gwen helped Richardson shower and dress, and made him breakfast. Then he went off to various business meetings and she whiled away the long hours flopping idly about the luxury apartment.
With so much time on her hands she spent a lot of it ruminating about her situation. How on earth had she come to be there? She could still call her stepfather, promise to be a good girl and go home. The blow that would give to her pride seemed less severe than it once had. After all, her pride had taken a rather worse punishment over the course of the last few days. And what lay ahead? Richardson seemed intent on giving her to any man – or women – he chose. She was his sex toy – nothing more.
And yet, deep down, there was still something wickedly exciting about letting strangers use her, and much as she tried she could not quite suppress the quiver of excitement the thought induced.
But if she refused to be co-operative any longer Richardson would not throw her out – would he? He was enjoying himself too much – wasn’t he? He didn’t want to send her back to her stepfather – did he? What would he do to satisfy his strange sexual tastes then? He surely couldn’t find many women like her, willing to let themselves be used and abused – could he?
And why was she letting herself be used and abused – to avoid making up with her stepfather? In less than a year she’d be able to go out on her own anyway. She could go back to him for that length of time, surely? Why was she putting up with Richardson’s perversities? And worse, why was she enjoying it all so much? What was it about her that savoured such mistreatment?
No, she decided, when he returned home they were going to have a frank discussion about what she would and would not do to please him. They could play his games, but on her terms. Yes, that made sense. And he would have to do as she wished, wouldn’t he? Otherwise she’d leave; she’d just walk out with her head held high.
So, having decided upon that, Gwen thought about how she could refuse him and what she would do if she left. But the thought of leaving depressed her a little. It would mean going back to her stepfather and being a good girl, but worse, she admitted, it would mean no more of Richardson’s wicked games; she was not at all sure how far she wanted them to go, and wasn’t fond of every aspect of what he did, but the thought of life without them was depressing in its boring sameness.
Late in the afternoon Gwen heard the faint sound of the lift rising and tried to remember the speech she’d been rehearsing, laying down a few ground rules for Richardson to adhere to. But then the brash confidence she’d been building all day suddenly deserted her; what would he do if she suddenly started making demands and telling him what he could and couldn’t do?
Gwen almost shrieked with shock when the lounge door opened and a woman strutted in. Richardson came in right behind her, which eased some of the shock, but as the woman walked over to gaze disparagingly at Gwen she found herself almost shrinking back under the haughty scrutiny.
Although attractive, with short blonde hair, the woman’s demeanour was one of aggression, and the suit she wore clearly covered a fit and powerful body. She considered Gwen with a look of scorn and a predatory hunger. ‘So, this is your newest little toy,’ she said, her voice deep and masculine.
‘Lovely, isn’t she?’ Richardson said. The woman said nothing, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. ‘I just knew you’d be perfect for breaking her in to the whims of a woman,’ he went on.
The woman smirked down at Gwen. ‘Just remember the rules,’ she said to him over her shoulder. ‘You touch me and I’ll break you in half.’
Richardson nodded and smiled, holding his hands up in mock surrender.
‘W-what’s going on?’ Gwen asked timidly.
‘What’s going on is that my friend here is going to teach you how to please another woman,’ Richardson told her.
‘No,’ she gasped.
‘Oh yes,’ the woman said with an avaricious glint in her eye, moving to where Gwen cowered back on the sofa.
‘No… no,’ Gwen murmured, slowly shaking her head in denial, clutching the silk robe she wore tighter around herself.
The woman sat on the sofa beside her, grinning broadly, then reached out and gripped Gwen’s wrist tightly in a powerful fist.
‘Please, let me go,’ the startled girl begged quietly.
‘I love that cute English accent,’ the woman smirked, and then stood and dragged Gwen to her feet. ‘Stay still if you know what’s good for you,’ she warned curtly, spinning Gwen around. ‘Now, you’re going to be a good girl, aren’t you?’ she hissed in Gwen’s ear. ‘I’m going to tell you what to do, and you’re going to do it.’
Gwen tried to think of a response.
‘And you will answer me when I speak to you, and you will call me, mistress. Do you understand, little slut?’
‘Y-yes,’ Gwen whispered fearfully. ‘I understand, mistress.’
‘Good…’ the woman drooled, and then before Gwen could counter the move she snatched both her wrists and pinned them together behind her back, gripping them excruciatingly in one fist while she methodically unbuttoned her double-breasted jacket. ‘Now then,’ she said slowly as she unbuckled the leather belt she had exposed and a long slow tug made it hiss menacingly as it passed through the loops of her trousers, ‘it would seem you need to learn a few manners.’
Gwen squealed, her clamped wrists protesting and the strained tendons in her legs burning as the woman lifted her arms and bent her forward, deftly swinging the belt into a loop and gripping the folded strip of leather in one hand.
Richardson moved close and started to stroke Gwen’s hair as the brute of a woman raised her arm, took deliberate aim, and then swept the cruel leather down against the poor girl’s bottom, the only protection afforded it being the delicate silk of the robe she wore. Gwen caught her breath as the pain seared into her buttocks, and then despite her determination not to give the loathsome pair the satisfaction of hearing her beg, shrieked for mercy.
But the belt cut through the air and bit again, shunting Gwen forward, his hands still stroking her hair in a charade of comforting her. The woman lifted Gwen’s wrists higher and the pain tore into her shoulders and biceps, but paled in comparison to the pain delivered by the belt.
And then the fingers entwined in her hair lifted her head, and she was staring through blurred eyes at Richardson’s free hand undoing his expensively cut trousers, and despite her anguish, there was a dark pleasure beginning to accompany the pain.
Then a turgid erection was pulsing before her flushed face and prodding against her lips. ‘Go on,’ the woman urged, ‘open your mouth and do what you do best, little slut.’
Gwen hesitated, but the belt swept down again and cracked into her bottom, and with a sigh her lips peeled open, Richardson moved his hips in, and her mouth filled with his rigid flesh, her lips straining wider apart as it entered.
‘Good girl,’ the woman whispered huskily. ‘I knew you’d love it. Is it tasty? It’s certainly what I consider a good use for that pretty little mouth of yours.’ The woman knelt, her face close to Gwen’s. ‘Mmm… he’s in your throat, isn’t he?’ she taunted, and then caressed Gwen’s throat as Richardson pushed himself fully into her mouth and ground his groin against her face, hissing with pleasure as her eyelashes fluttered against his belly.
‘Does it make you feel proud?’ the woman went on. ‘Does it taste good? Suck him. Suck him like a good little slut. Let him use your mouth like a cunt. Let him fuck you there. And maybe if you’re good he’ll move behind and fuck your pussy. Would you like that, sweetie? You love this, don’t you? I can tell.’ Then she moved her face in ev
en closer, gently kissing Gwen’s ear, nibbling her earlobe and then licking down the taut tendons of her throat. ‘Mmm,’ she cooed, ‘I can feel him inside there, pulsing and wanting to come. You’re a dirty girl doing that to him,’ she whispered. ‘You’re a dirty little tramp. Suck his cock, baby. Swallow it all.’
Richardson was pumping steadily, and then the woman stood and the belt struck again, causing Gwen to rock forward and almost gag as the cock in her mouth stabbed to the back of her throat. The belt swept down six more times, rending muted squeals from the bent girl who was having to breathe deeply through her nose to fill her lungs, and as she did her breasts swelled into the waiting palms of Richardson, which massaged her soft flesh through the silk robe as he ground his hips languidly.
And then the beating stopped and the only sounds in the room were that of the slightly out of breath woman, and the wet rhythmic suckling as Richardson’s erection pumped slowly in and out of Gwen’s mouth. Then the belt dropped to the floor and a strong hand caressed Gwen’s sore bottom through the silk, causing her to moan around the stalk stretching her lips. The woman still held her wrists firmly and high, and now the belt was no longer inflicting its bite the pain burned into Gwen’s shoulders and arms once again. Her other hand moved roughly over Gwen’s behind, massaging and kneading her buttocks. And then a finger insinuated itself into the deep valley between her buttocks, and pressed rudely against her rear entrance.
‘Mmm, what a lovely tight hole, sweetie,’ the woman purred. ‘Such promise. Do you like being used there? Oh, I bet you do. I bet you’d love your master to screw you there right now. Wouldn’t you? Sure you would. Dirty girls love being screwed there. I bet you’re aching for it, aren’t you, baby?’
Then an insistent thumb replaced the finger, and the finger worked its way further down. It stroked through the silk, entering slightly between Gwen’s sex lips, which were treacherously wet, taking the material with it. As the thumb probed the finger found her clitoris and Gwen squealed with a cocktail of pleasure and shame around the column of flesh nudging into her throat. Richardson exhaled slowly, moving his hips back until just the head of his cock was lodged between her lips, and then sinking forward again in unison with the long slow hiss that escaped his lungs. Gwen could hear the wet silk being worked between her thighs, deeper and deeper into her sex.
‘Hear that, slut?’ the woman goaded, as though understanding what Gwen was feeling and hearing. ‘That’s your pussy. It’s all wet now.’
It mortified Gwen to know the woman was manipulating her with such ease. She could feel the heaviness in her loins, the throbbing in her groin. She knew she was wet, that the woman’s treatment of her was turning her body traitor to her attempted resistance.
Then the fingers left her and she heard a shuffling, and knew exactly what was coming. The silk was folded up onto her hips and she felt the woman kneeling behind her, the material of her jacket rubbing the backs of her legs. The woman still gripped Gwen’s wrists with one hand, but peeled her sex open with the other as though savouring the prospect of a tasty morsel to devour, and then the bent girl squealed as a long squirming muscle burrowed inside her. Gwen was being licked and sucked by another woman!
She tried vainly to protest, but the cock in her mouth reduced her curses upon the woman to nothing more than a mumbled wail, and the standing man and kneeling woman took their enjoyment at their leisure. The woman lapped expertly, finding Gwen’s clitoris and coaxing the poor girl towards a wonderful orgasm with contemptuous ease. Gwen despised the woman, but her resolution to resist her crumbled quickly and shamefully. From her enforced crouch she ached abominably, and yet her hips instinctively edged back and her scorched buttocks moulded against the woman’s face, silently urging the tongue to greater efforts. Despite the pain and the degradation the pair were deliberately heaping upon her – or perhaps because of it – her insides were knotting with an exquisite masochistic pleasure. It was as if the more demeaning her behaviour the more wicked and shocking, and thus arousing, it was.
‘You pay attention to what I’m doing, slut,’ the woman panted, briefly breaking away from the juicy morsel. ‘You’ll be doing the same soon… to me.’ And then the insistent tongue invaded her again, probing incredibly deep within her. It caressed the sides of her vaginal sleeve with shocking intimacy, pumping in and out in a way that had the bewildered girl swooning and incoherently begging for more. Then it pulled back and began to work over her clitoris again, and Gwen shuddered to an exhausting orgasm, sucking avidly on the flesh in her mouth and squirming back onto the woman’s hot face.
‘Whore,’ the lesbian sneered, pulling back from the lewd embrace, her lips and chin glistening with the girl’s succulent juices.
Gwen was in a daze and only vaguely aware as the two disengaged and changed places, the grip on her wrists never abating. Then strong fingers were in her hair again and lifting her head, and she saw the woman no longer wore her trousers, and she was naked beneath.
‘I-I hate you,’ she panted.
‘Yes, right, of course you do,’ the woman said patiently. ‘Now in a moment you will do for me what I just did for you… you will lick me.’ She cupped Gwen’s chin, holding her head up as she stared down unblinkingly into her glistening eyes. Gwen felt Richardson’s cock pushing against her nether hole, and then her frozen expression crumpled and the woman grinned triumphantly as he sank into Gwen’s bottom with one long smooth penetration, shunting her ever closer to the woman’s wet and swollen sex lips.
‘Yessss,’ the woman hissed. ‘It’s so sweet, isn’t it? You love it, don’t you, honey? You live for it. Say it, naughty girl, say it. Tell me how you love it.’
‘I…’ Gwen gurgled, ‘I…’
‘Say it,’ the gloating woman insisted. ‘Tell me.’
Gwen opened her mouth to speak, but then winced as Richardson thrust deep and hard, impaling her on his thick erection.
‘I – I love it!’ she gasped.
‘And where do you love it, my little English flower? Where?’
‘In my… in my…’
‘In your ass,’ the woman prompted. ‘Say it. You love being fucked in your ass.’
‘Yesss…’ Gwen gasped raggedly. ‘I love being fucked in my ass!’
The woman smiled victoriously down upon her victim, watching her; eyes closed, cheeks flushed, forehead damp with perspiration as she rocked back and forth under the steady movements of Richardson’s hips. And then she pressed her groin against that beautiful flushed face, swamping her in humid, pungent shadow. ‘Pretty girl,’ she whispered, stroking the hair away from Gwen’s damp forehead and caressing her cheek with paradoxical tenderness. ‘Suck me, pretty girl. Eat my cunt.’
With her world in a complete daze Gwen kissed and licked, not really knowing how to please the woman, but letting instinct lead her.
‘Deeper,’ the woman encouraged. ‘Mmm, that’s very good…’
Gwen licked her clitoris experimentally, strumming it with the tip of her tongue, and despite her abhorrence she was gratified to induce a shudder and a sigh from the masculine female. Soon she was licking to the woman’s obvious and immense satisfaction, for she began to grind her hips with less and less control, sighing with pleasure as Gwen’s tongue lapped steadily at her soaking and pungent sex, working steadily, wanting to prove to the woman that she could give her pleasure.
Gwen whimpered and moaned with each shunt from Richardson, her rectum full with his erection. The sensations permeating her body seemed to alter, narrowing their focus and seeping deeper into her flesh, deeper into her soul. She found herself shuffling her legs wider, even though doing so put more pressure on her aching shoulders and straining arms.
She knew she was going to climax again – to climax from the avaricious cock possessing her bottom and the taste and feel of the demanding woman. And she was consumed with pleasing and being pleased, wi
th the heat and hunger in her sex and the taste of the other woman’s pussy on her tongue.
There was no room for complicated thoughts; she was a creature of instinct, of raw lust and desire. She whimpered into the flesh smothering her face, gasping and panting and sobbing as she lapped desperately at the woman’s slick sex.
And the woman came, groaning with a low, gravely sound, clutching at Gwen’s head, urging her sex against her tongue and lips as she bucked furiously. Gwen continued to lick and suck, knowing she must – and wanting to.
Eventually the woman stepped to the side, still pinning Gwen’s wrists above her back, and Gwen’s head lolled down. She moaned as Richardson’s movements became more frantic and less controlled, and then heard him gurgle as he erupted deep inside her, his groin glued to her smarting buttocks as he ejaculated forcefully, and the woman chuckled.
Chapter 10
‘Now what should I do with you?’ the woman mused, gazing down at her delicious captive with a sinister smile flitting across her lips.
She scanned the little dungeon room, and then moved across to the shelves, picking up and examining some whips, crops, switches and paddles. Then she picked up a ball-gag and examined it, then moved back to Gwen. With a surprisingly swift move she gripped Gwen’s hair and pulled her up to her feet, then as Gwen’s mouth opened to protest she wedged the ball inside. Gwen gurgled and gasped as the woman’s strong fingers worked the whole of the ball in, stretching her jaw and pressing her tongue down uncomfortably.
The woman smirked, then pulled the leather strap around behind Gwen’s head and buckled it tightly in place. ‘This will rest your tongue for the more important tasks ahead,’ she chuckled, then turned back to the shelf and plucked a small chain from it, and Gwen looked down anxiously as the woman held one end against her right nipple, instantly recognising the purpose of the small clamp and trying to brace herself for the sharp pain that would inevitably follow.