‘Now you are going to respond properly whether you want to or not,’ Vanessa told her, cupping and squeezing Jennifer’s breasts. ‘You’ve got lovely firm tits, do you know that? Anyway, we won’t get bored because we’ve got our own closed-circuit TV channel. Shall we see what’s on?’
She switched on the screen and an image of the chamber appeared as seen through the mummy’s camera eyes. They could see the girls lying in perfect repose in their straps and chains.
‘Aren’t they lovely? We’ve got sound as well and we can even pan and zoom in on them,’ Vanessa said, working a tiny joystick mounted below the screen to demonstrate. An image of Madelyn’s pussy lips spreading on either side of the wooden horse beam filled the screen. ‘See, we won’t miss a single detail. Now, I reckon things will start to happen very soon, so I’m going to get you in the right mood. You’ve got a lovely body and I’m going to have some fun with it …’
She grasped Jennifer’s hips and nuzzled the phallus tip against her anus. Jennifer shivered and wailed but Vanessa kept pushing. The sphincter gave under the unequal pressure and bulged as the bulbous rubber head forced it wide. The rest of the shaft slid smoothly in after it, filling Jennifer’s rectum. The helpless girl groaned and screwed her tear-filled eyes up in shame.
Vanessa caressed her, sliding her hands down to cup and toy with Jennifer’s pubes. They were staring to unwillingly weep a little. She could have such fun with her victim but she had to stay focused.
‘Did that hurt? Now you know why we grease ourselves. You’d better get used to it and watch the screen. In about five minutes you’ll see something interesting. Not nice, maybe, but interesting …’
In the close space and despite the air-conditioning their mingled pussy scents began to perfume the air. Vanessa continued to caress and kiss Jennifer’s neck and cheeks, ignoring the angry twists and jerks of her head. Gently she pumped the phallus up and down inside her rectum. She had to keep her aroused, albeit unwillingly, but not risk bringing her off. Jennifer must be frustrated as well as angry, ready for the moment when …
The dungeon door opened and Mike walked in leading Kashika on a single leash. There was no sign of the other Cherry girls. Jennifer ceased to struggle and stared at the screen.
Mike peered round the room, his gaze trailing across the bound bodies of Cherry girls Seven to Twelve. A huge grin split his face and he patted Kashika on the head as though praising a dog. ‘Good girl! You said she’d be leaving them down here …’
He closed and bolted the door behind him, then strode around the room, leading Kashika after him. He stroked wet vulvas, tweaked hard nipples and hot bottoms. The girls watched him with mute expectant eyes, squirming happily at his touch and straining against their bonds to push their flesh into his hands.
‘So you’re here for a couple of hours and you’ve got all these toys and there’s no one to play with you,’ Mike said, shaking his head in wonder, ‘and I can have any one of you any way I like.’ His smile faded for a moment and he turned to Kashika, grasping a handful of her hair and turning her face up to his. ‘You girls are like priests in confession, you never tell, right?’ Kashika nodded. Mike looked round at the others. ‘That goes for all of you? Jennifer never knows I was here.’ They nodded. He smiled again. ‘God, I like this place!’
He walked around the room again, with Kashika trailing behind him, examining the canes and lashes on the wall racks. ‘You really enjoy having your arses whipped? You’re genuine pain sluts?’ They nodded. ‘And afterwards that makes the sex better?’ They nodded again.
He took down a paddle with a long semi-rigid rubber blade and flexed it experimentally. ‘Now, which one of you do I have? I’d like to screw the lot of you but I don’t have the time! Shit, you are all so fantastic! All right … you!’
Hooking Kashika’s leash handle over a wall hook he went over to Victoria spread out on the ‘Y’ frame. He examined her body, running his hands over the twin mounts of her pale breasts with their glossy red conical summits. Then he stroked the soft insides of her thighs and the taut tendons that stood out either side of her pubic mound. Lifting the chain that was cutting into her cleft he ran his fingers up her flushed slot. ‘Hell, you’re wet already!’ He slid stiff fingers deep into her vagina. She grunted and closed her eyes. ‘You are really hot!’ he exclaimed, pulling his wet fingers out. ‘But I want you hotter. I want you gagging for my cock!’ He pulled the rubber plug and its dangling chain out of Victoria’s mouth and tossed it aside. ‘I want to hear you beg to be fucked!’
‘Yes, Master,’ Victoria said.
Mike stood back and swung the paddle. It struck the undersides of Victoria’s breasts with a crack, making them leap and bounce like wild things. A red blaze blossomed across the soft pillowy curves.
Victoria yelped, her cry echoing back from the walls. ‘Ahhh … Master … I want you inside me!’
Inside the mummy case Jennifer flinched as the blow fell. Through the phallus embedded in her Vanessa felt Jennifer’s anus clench about the shaft that transfixed it. Vanessa began to pump into Jennifer a little harder. A moan of what might have been despair came from behind her gag, but she did not look away from the screen.
Mike laid the next stroke over Victoria’s stomach, leaving a band of scarlet flesh right across her navel. ‘Uhhh … Please screw me, Master!’
Crack! The next two blows went across her spread inner thighs. Victoria howled and sobbed and begged to be filled, her eyes now streaming with tears. The next landed on the red curls of her pubic bush, turning the soft flesh lips between them as red as the hair. ‘Screw me, Master … ahhh … I want your cock up me … I beg you! Fuck me now!’
Mike threw the strap aside, ripped open his flies to free a straining erection, took hold of Victoria’s thighs and rammed into her hard enough to make the frame shake and send a shiver through her scarlet breasts. Victoria gave a sobbing wail of relief. ‘Ohhh … thank you Master … yes … more … please …’
Wildly Mike’s hips jerked back and forth and inside the mummy Vanessa matched him thrust for thrust, feeling herself caught up in the raw spectacle of his animal need. A shaft of rubber sliding in and out of a clenching anal passage moved in synchrony with a shaft of living flesh sliding in and out of a clenching vaginal passage. Sweat formed a slippery film between Vanessa’s breasts, where they were flattened against Jennifer’s smooth back, and her hips and Jennifer’s bottom. Continuing to stab with her hips she reached round Jennifer’s pinioned body and rubbed her helplessly hard and pulsing clitoris. Juices of arousal brimmed over and ran down their thighs and dripped to the floor and their scent filled the close space. Jennifer gasped and whimpered as Vanessa ravaged her rectum, her hands clenched into fists, her strong thighs bulging as they strained at her straps, the muscles hard under the soft curves of her buttocks, her head waving, blinking the tears from her eyes but quite unable to resist or expel the shaft that was sodomising her or to look away from the tiny screen.
And then with a grunt Mike ejaculated. On the brink herself, Vanessa frigged the wet cleft in her hand one last time as she herself came, wrenching a moaning, choking, unwilling orgasm from Jennifer’s body. Then she sagged against her victim, weak-kneed and gasping for breath.
When she could focus on the screen again both Mike and Kashika were gone.
She wanted to rest but there was no time. With an effort Vanessa pulled her dildo from Jennifer’s anus with a slurping suck and threw open the mummy case. As the bound Cherry girls looked on intently she loosed the straps and cuffs and released her victim.
Red-faced from anger and orgasm, blinking the sweat from her wild eyes, Jennifer staggered backwards out of the lid and nearly fell. With a trembling hand she tore the ball-gag from her mouth and turned to face Vanessa, her face contorted with bafflement and incredulity. She fought for words.
‘You … bitch! You set all this up! Why?’
Vanessa shrugged and said with contempt: ‘Why not? We’re sex sluts. It’s
what we do. You’re too weak to control your boyfriend and too wrapped up in your own self-obsession to notice. I bet you two haven’t had sex since you got here. Now you’re surprised he took advantage of us? What did you think he was going to do in a castle full of sex slaves?’
‘But why trap me, why do this …’ She clutched at her backside. ‘It hurt …’ She wiped her fingers though her cleft, still glistening with her discharge ‘and you forced me to … Oh shit I feel so … dirty!’
‘Oh, stop whingeing!’ Vanessa said. She slapped the phallus still sticking out from between her hips. ‘I’ve just stuffed this up your arse and made you cum and you enjoyed it! Why? Because you’re soft and you deserved it! We like dominants around us. You talk tough but you act like a wimp! If you don’t like what I did then do something about it!’ She gave Jennifer a shove. ‘Or are you really a submissive slut underneath just like all of us?’
Jennifer slapped her on the cheek so hard her teeth rattled.
At last! Vanessa thought dizzily as she fell to the ground.
Eleven
BEFORE VANESSA COULD pick herself up Jennifer had taken hold of a handful of her hair and began dragging her across the straw-covered stone flags, so she had to scramble along awkwardly on her hands and knees.
‘You think I’m weak, do you!’ Jennifer snarled. ‘Think you can use me like a slave and humiliate me and stick that thing up my backside? I’ll show you …’
She rammed Vanessa head-first against the ropes of the flogging rack and tore the phallus belt off her. As Vanessa tried to pull her face away from the lattice of rough hemp that was rasping against her cheek Jennifer gave her a stinging slap on the rear that left a print of her hand in her flesh, then caught hold of Vanessa’s right arm, doubled it up painfully behind her back, grasped her hair again and heaved her onto her feet. Slamming her into the net again so that her breasts were squeezed though the voids between the ropes, Jennifer held her in place with the weight of her own body as she snapped a spring cuff about Vanessa’s left wrist. Dragging Vanessa’s twisted right arm out sideways she secured that as well. Then she pulled Vanessa’s feet wide across the footboard and cuffed her ankles.
Jennifer stood back breathing heavily, looking Vanessa’s spreadeagled figure up and down with eyes filled with a burning desire for revenge.
‘A wimp, am I?’ Jennifer said. ‘You humiliated me, you slut! And I was actually worried how your paying guests treated you! Well, we’ll see how you like it …’
Her heels clicking on the flagstones, she strode over to the equipment rack and examined the array with sadistic calculation. A long-handled paddle with an open lattice blade caught her attention. She took it down and swung it though the air where it made a loud and satisfying hiss.
‘That’ll do nicely. I want you to hear it coming …’ She took up position behind Vanessa. ‘You’re going to say how sorry you are for what you’ve done. You’re going to say what a treacherous slut you are and beg to lick my boots!’
‘You haven’t got the nerve to use that on me!’ Vanessa goaded.
‘Oh, haven’t I?’ Jennifer drew back her arm and swung with all her strength.
The blade hissed though the air and connected with Vanessa’s left buttock with a sharp crack that imprinted its pattern on her skin. A ripple spread out from the point of impact through the soft flesh and the net heaved as Vanessa recoiled against it. Her breasts, poking though the net lattice, jiggled. A shrill yelp of pain burst from her lips as fire burnt her bottom and tears sprang to her eyes. For a moment she sagged against the ropes, then she twisted her head round. ‘Is that the best you can do?’ she taunted.
‘What about this! And this! And that!’
Jennifer rained blows down on Vanessa’s rear. The hiss of the blade singing through the air and the smack of abused flesh filled the chamber. Vanessa squirmed and twisted in her bonds, her bottom weaving about in a futile effort to evade the paddle. But her cheeks turned from pink to rosy scarlet as they were mercilessly belaboured and her taunts were lost in ever more feeble sobs of pain.
Suddenly Jennifer dropped the paddle. Through her mist of tears Vanessa saw Jennifer was looking at her hollow-eyed with a new need that had to be satiated. She took a fresh strap-on dildo from the rack and feverishly put it on, pressing the rubber prongs on the inside of the mounting pad against her cleft with wonder and fierce delight. Stepping up onto the footboard between Vanessa’s spread legs she took hold of the ropes and rammed the rubber shaft hard into Vanessa’s anus and all the way up her rectum until her lower stomach slapped against Vanessa’s bottom. Now their positions on the mummy case were reversed. Reaching through the rope mesh she grasped Vanessa’s bulging breasts and pinched them cruelly.
‘I want to hear you beg!’ she said.
She reamed out Vanessa’s rectum with hard deep bruising stabs of the phallus, driving a grunt and a sob from Vanessa with each one. And all the time she was kneading and twisting Vanessa’s breasts and pinching and stretching her nipples. Jennifer’s tight springy breasts flattened against her shoulder blades. Vanessa felt the liquid heat filling her. The pumping phallus up her rear was building up the pressure. She was dripping on the floor. She was going to cum … and she was going to go …
‘Please … no more … I’m sorry … I beg you … uhhhhh.’ Vanessa gasped as a jet of pee, punctuated into fitful spurts by the thrusts of the dildo, and a spray of orgasmic discharge left her engorged vulva together.
‘How dare you enjoy this,’ Jennifer cried angrily, and then came herself.
For a minute Jennifer lay pressed against Vanessa’s own limp strung-out body. Sweat glued their bodies together. The Cherry girls gazed at them in mute wonder. Dazedly Vanessa wondered if she had had her fill. Then Jennifer grasped her hair and twisted her head round. Jennifer’s eyes were shining with an unnatural light and her pupils were dilated. She was high on the elation of her first taste of domination and her triumphal orgasm.
‘Now you’re going to kiss my boots.’
She pulled the dildo out of Vanessa’s tender distended anal mouth. It was quite clean and glistened with grease. Leaving it strapped on Jennifer took cuffs, a riding crop and a leash from the rack, freed Vanessa’s arms only to re-cuff them behind her back, clipped a leash to her collar and then freed her legs.
Jennifer swiped the crop sharply across the back of Vanessa’s knees and Vanessa dropped to the ground. Jennifer pointed at her shoes. Vanessa bent down.
‘I’m a treacherous slut and deserve everything I get and I beg to kiss your boots, Mistress,’ she said, and did so.
Jennifer jerked her leash, lifting her head. ‘Were they all in on this?’ she demanded, pointing at the Cherry girls with her crop.
‘Yes, Mistress.’
She looked round at them, her lips curling in a cold smile. ‘You say you like pain and sex and humiliation. Well, you’re going to prove just how much.’ She swished the crop through the air. ‘I’m going to beat you one by one until I see you cum, and then … and then you’re going to thank me for it!’
Dragging Vanessa after her on her knees and with the dripping black dildo bobbing in front of her, Jennifer went over to where Olivia sat impaled on the torture chair. She unclipped the chains and clips that had been suspending Olivia’s nipples and fondled her heavy breasts as they ballooned from between her chests straps.
‘So big-titted girls expect to get special treatment do they?’ she said. ‘Well I’m not going to disappoint you …’
She used the crop methodically, covering Olivia’s globes in horizontal stripes. When she hit the dark rubbery nipples they folded inwards and then sprang back for more. As her face screwed up in pain, Olivia’s hips began to work on the dildos plugged into her. They were already wet with her juices and, driven by pain, it did not take long for her to pump out a spray of juice past the rubber shaft filling her vagina.
Jennifer stayed her hand. ‘You really are a proper pain slut,’ she said with contempt as she
pulled Olivia’s gag out.
‘Thank you for punishing me, Mistress,’ she gasped.
Jennifer moved on to Rachel on the stretching table. Her taut body was laid out for punishment. She was already sucking at the dildo lodged inside her that was braced against the base panel closed round her ankles. Jennifer cupped Rachel’s small conical upstanding breasts. ‘Are these tits as sensitive as big ones?’ she asked rhetorically. She sliced the crop across them, fascinated by the way they sprang back upright, even as their pink nipples changed to dark red. She was working her way across Rachel’s smooth flat stomach when the girl groaned and discharged onto the dark stained tabletop. When her gag was pulled out she also thanked Jennifer even as her eyes brimmed with tears.
Madelyn riding the horse beam was almost ready to cum by the time Jennifer got to her, working her cleft back and forth along the wooden ridge, her breasts heaving and bobbing. A few swipes across her haunches were all that it took to have her rolling her eyes up and grunting through her gag while her juices dribbled down the sides of the beam.
‘You really are shameless,’ Jennifer observed as she pulled the girl’s gag out.
‘Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress,’ Madelyn said.
Jennifer paused as she came to Victoria spread out wide on the ‘Y’ frame. The chain that had cut through her cleft and teased her clitoris had not been replaced after Mike had used her so she had no means of working herself off. Mike’s sperm still oozed from her gaping vaginal mouth. Vanessa wondered if Jennifer would resent her for providing her boyfriend with such intimate relief?
Curiously Jennifer felt the still hot skin of Victoria’s breasts where their natural paleness was mottled red while Victoria gazed up at her fearfully. She stroked her thighs and tickled her erect clitoris until it was straining painfully, making Victoria roll her eyes and moan. Suddenly Jennifer grasped Victoria’s hips and rammed the dildo brutally hard into her lovemouth. Victoria gasped and clenched at the shaft with slavish instinct. Just half a dozen thrusts were all that it took for her to climax.
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