by David Saxon
“She went willingly?”
“I couldn’t believe it either. She has a devastatingly high libido and I suppose, once she had overcome the distress of her abduction she began to accept the pleasures of all that I had to offer.”
“Abduction?”
“Yes, I kidnapped dear little Jemima. Later I got her to phone her husband to tell him she had gone away for a week or two, needing a rest. She took that cock for more than four hours. God knows how she managed it! After that I put her in the chastity belt.”
“Oh, that is a horrible thing, you know!”
I rubbed my hand gently over the smooth, cool flesh of Kerry’s bum then worked my fingers into the crease, feeling for her nether hole. “You didn’t like it?” She backed on to my questing hand.
“Of course I liked it and I shall miss it dreadfully but … oh ... it took away all my control of my own body.”
“Emmm. Many women rather like being absolved from all their responsibilities.” “Are you going to put Kathleen into it?”
I ignored the question. It was too personal. “Look there!” My right hand was still busy in Kerry’s cleft so I touched a finger of my left hand to the glass indicating a small woman twenty-seven years old with red hair. “Don’t be fooled by her size. Her red hair says it all ... Oh, it is natural. That’s Maria and does she have a temper! And how! She didn’t actually take it out on her husband but she did almost wreck the house. It drove the poor man to distraction. Of course there was no fucking, nothing! What the cause of it all was I have no idea but you can guess the fight I had to bring her to heel. In fact it was one of my greatest challenges. I kept her in the nook for two whole days without food or water. She didn’t like that so I put her on the saltire. She swore at me continuously especially when I swung her up-side down ... oh, you didn’t know about that little facility, did you?”
“Up-side down! So the blood rushed to her head?” Kerry looked genuinely startled.
I ignored that. “Oh,” I said as casually as possible, “I turned her up the right way to give her sips of water from time to time. She soon got used to being held captive. I threatened her, of course, and gave her one or two heavy sessions with the cat and even ate out her pussy several times…”
“Don’t tell me she didn’t like that,” Kerry laughed, “specially when she was up-side down! You know you are rather good at it. Was she sucking you at the same time?”
“Oh no, she wanted to all right but, Chrissake, she was some spitfire. I daren’t put my cock anywhere near her mouth or she’d have bitten the thing off! Hell’s bells! I half expected her to have teeth in her pussy.” We laughed together, a smattering sound brief and, on my part, redolent of regret. “No,” I continued feelingly, “from there, I flung her into the cage and she snarled at me every time I went near her. I put her food in a dish and from time to time hosed her down with cold water. Nothing, but nothing seemed to work. At last she had tried my patience too far so I took her out in the garden and tied her to a tree and there, before fucking her, I brushed stinging nettles over her tits. It was a shame, really, because she’s got beautiful tits. Anyway I gave her a good fucking and, d’you know, she began to cry.”
“Sounds to me as if that was all she wanted from the beginning. Maybe her husband was a useless prat and didn’t know how to satisfy her.”
“Maybe but, if ever there is a woman who knows how to kiss pussy, it’s her!”
Kerry leaned closer to the glass with renewed interest. She said nothing. By now my cock was rigid, hard and rampant so I backed her on to it without a word. She responded in like silence and guided my hugely rampant cock into her sopping wet pussy then she wriggled her bottom to get comfortable in my lap. As she rode me with a gentle, almost distracted and mechanical movement I perceived her silence to be somehow flippant. It was as if I no longer existed, as if I was merely a dildo upon which she could take her onanistic pleasure. She did not take her eyes off the two way mirror.
“I think I’ll get Maria to give you a thorough eating out.” I said as she engulfed me to the hilt. Continuing her contemplative silence she began to move up and down in slow rhythm and then, after a minute or two of slow languorous fucking Kerry swung her head and shoulders round to look at me.
“I don’t think my husband should see that.” She laid her head against mine. “On second thoughts, you say he’s coming later to collect me? Well, let him see her doing it to me. It might wake him up a little.” Suddenly she sat up straight and rigid. “Oh God! Who is that lady in the grey?”
“You like her?” “She is stunning!”
“Tch … tch … you naughty bisexual, you!” “Who is she?”
“You don’t recognise her?” “Should I?”
“The girl on the saltire on Walpurgis night…?”
Kerry stopped her bouncing in my lap and pressed herself down upon my rampant cock. She stared hard through the glass of the mirror. “Ah ... yes … yes I do!” Her voice was raised to a squeal.
“Jenny. She was a strange mixed up kid and, actually, it was her that I left with Maria. They regularly clinched into the sixty-nine position after that. Perhaps they still do.”
“I’d not be surprised. Will you let me do it to her?” Kerry worked herself harder up and down on my shaft. She was giving down a hot flow of juice in the intensity of her excitement.
“She never let her husband fuck her. All she ever wanted, selfish bitch, was for him to eat her whenever it pleased her. Of him she couldn’t give a fig. She gave him nothing! She even refused to let him touch her anywhere else and he was never allowed to see her naked. Well, I had to put a stop to that, didn’t I?”
“A friend of mine once told me that her husband demanded nothing else from her except to eat her and, oh,” Kerry paused and a blush coloured her cheeks, “perhaps I shouldn’t say…”
“What?”
“… her ... her ... you know? He wanted to drink...!” “Silly bastard!”
“But that is so …horrible!”
“Oh, I don’t think so. I suppose it depends much on what she drinks.” I laughed. “Now fuck me, girl!” “What did you do with Jenny?” Kerry crossed her legs to trap me inside her.
I sighed impatiently. “She wore the chastity belt day and night for a very long time. I released her once a day for the loo. She said she enjoyed walking about doing the housework with it on. Somehow it suited her too ... as if she was born to it.”
“But she’s only tiny! How could she take those big things into her, especially at the, eh … back?”
“It wasn’t easy at first but, you know, she refused to let it go. Insisted I pushed both cocks right in no matter how much she squealed and yelled. She took them right up to the screw threads and was suffering a lot of pain at first but after some hours she adjusted to the intrusions and wouldn’t hear of my removing them. Trouble is, though, I could do very little else to her while she wore it. I wanted to put her on the bar. I wanted her to take the mechanical cock and I wanted to put her in suspension w...”
“What? Like Kathleen?”
“Not quite, no, I had the idea of cuffing her wrists to her ankles and suspending her at three points so that her legs were straight and widely spread and her head bowed so low that she was looking closely at her pussy. In that way she would be getting a very close look at anyone eating her out...”
“But that would be so cruel!”
“Perhaps it would have been appropriate for Jemima too,” I mused
“Think of her poor legs and arms, they’d be so stiff.” “I’m not here to make them feel comfortable.”
“I am … comfortable I mean.”
“Ah, yes. You feel comfortable because I have done my job on you. Now shut up and fuck!”
Kerry bounced up and down in my lap riding my charger with practiced ease as she continued to
watch the kaleidoscope of guests coming and going within the frame of the two-way mirror.
“Who’s that woman there, the brunette with her hair piled up on top of her head?”
I glanced half-heartedly over her shoulder. “Ah, Liz! I really can’t remember which number she was among my clientele. That’s her husband just returning with a drink for her. Elegant, isn’t she? Put incredible financial demands upon him. She wanted to dress a million dollars and he gave her every penny to let her indulge the whim. He ran himself ragged to please her; down at heel; frayed cuffs and collars; just couldn’t afford to dress himself. He’s completely besotted with her, poor fool. He had no idea how to control her so, of course, things got out of hand. Enter the Counsellor!”
“Did she give you a lot of trouble?”
“She didn’t like it when I tore all her clothes off her and ripped them to shreds. I think she hated her body and just tried to make it as beautiful as she could artificially with beautiful clothes and jewellery. She used to spend one hundred and twenty pounds a week on getting her hair done. Whenever the poor bloke tried to remonstrate about her bills she pouted and made a scene, shouted and brow beat him into submission. Naturally enough she wouldn’t let him see her body and denied him any kind of sex. Now if that isn’t a recipe for disaster I don’t know what is.
“I didn’t see the point in putting her to any of my gadgets. I held her strapped to the horse and just fucked her whenever it pleased me to do it. Tossed her about a bit and gave her frequent tannings with the tawse. She quickly learned the error of her ways though she threatened me with all kinds of legalities.”
“Why didn’t you put her to the mechanical cock?”
“Didn’t have it at the time. Aaaah!” I took a firm hold of Kerry’s hips and held her down tightly in my lap. I could feel my knob pressing at the entrance to her womb and held it there as my cum began to boil. Kerry writhed upon my charger. Her interior muscles rippled along its length as she twisted from side to side within my hard embrace. The heat of her and that tight muscular movement was demanding of all my hot juice. My balls were full to bursting and felt heavy even pressed as they were into my crotch with Kerry’s delicious weight. I licked the skin of her back and searched for the scented odour of her underarm. Cradled there I released my cum with a muffled cry. It spouted forth in a torrent that filled Kerry’s eager pussy. She continued to writhe and shouted loudly as spurt after spurt shot into her.
“Oh, oh, oh ... Aaaah … you darling man! I love you … I love you … I love you!”
“Shut up, you daft bitch!” I panted harshly in the excess of my eruption but I was pleased that her inhibitions had been so completely vanquished. She was going to make Dominic a wonderful wife, hereafter, of that I was absolutely sure. What was equally sure was that I am going to miss her dreadfully. Not in my wildest dreams of six weeks ago could I have predicted that Kerry would be so totally wedded to the cock. She had come through the full semicircle and now understood that love-making, in whatever guise, and fucking too were at the core and cause of a happy marriage and not as a result of it. Kerry was now so dedicated that the Roget home must soon become a place of magic and harmony. I was well pleased.
She stopped still and turned her head laughing. Her lips were pursed to kiss me.
“No,” I said turning my head away. “Now, get off me and we will go and meet the guests.” I shoved her firmly aside.
“Don’t forget your promise.”
“What promise? I made no promise. I never make promises! Now put this on.” I took a black silk robe from a hook and handed it to her.
She had bent down and was rubbing at her thigh. “They say that cum is great for the skin.” She continued rubbing while she looked at me with a cheeky grin. She reached for the robe, straightened and put it on, immediately squealing with pleasure as the silk flowed coolly over her heated skin. I reached towards her and brought the hood over to cover her curls. From another hook I took down a red silk gown for myself and buttoned it down the front. Kerry’s robe had no such buttons. It was designed to flow open as she walked or even sat down. Such was her present frame of mind that I was sure she would enjoy exposure. I pulled my own hood over my head and said:
“It’s time to get this show on the road.”
I ushered Kerry before me and we left the viewing room. At the entrance to the main reception room I checked her quickly then took her arm in mine and flung open the doors. The room fell silent as we entered. It was as if all thirty of my guests were suddenly frozen in a tableau drinks poised at whatever level they were when we entered. Kerry stumbled slightly but, with her arm trapped in the crook of my elbow, she managed to keep her balance. We moved silently though the group who smiled as we passed. Some nodded and spoke greetings in monotones. All eyes were on Kerry. Against one wall was a high backed chair, a carved and gilded throne, into which I sat. I motioned Kerry to stand on my right side. Conversation restarted as a low buzz of sound and then suddenly there was a shuffle and a bout of hand- clapping as Sarah, a lass whom I had taken in hand long ago and assessed as being utterly bonkers, shimmied out of her red dress. It fell to the floor in a whisper of silk and she stood as naked as Aphrodite in her seashell. The hand clapping became a huge round of applause and in a minute the whole room was bustling as dresses and other garments were discarded.
“Kerry. I want you to gather up all those clothes and taken them through into the vestibule. Hang them up neatly and then come back here.”
By the time she returned I had brought Jenny, Jemima and Sarah to the chair and given them instructions. What I was calling upon them to do they knew well enough because it was a ceremony that all of them had endured. Now it was Kerry’s turn. They quickly surrounded the astonished girl and, after removing her silk robe, marched her off to the saltire. She looked back at me over her shoulder with questioning surprise as if she expected me to intervene and release her. This was too important a ritual to be threatened by any softness of my heart.
The three women, I didn’t know whether to liken them to the three muses or to Macbeth’s witches, strapped Kerry to the cross and my heart melted to see how wonderful she looked spread-eagled and open. Her body was flushed and her magnificent, full-laden breasts heaved with the excitement of her heavy panting. I thought I saw, in the dimmed lighting a gleam of mucus on her inner thigh, probably the remnants of my cum that she’d not managed to rub into her skin.
By one of the naked men, whose cock was unashamedly rampant, the three witches were handed cats-o- nine-tails, the unknotted ones. They whisked them to release the tails and then formed an arc about Kerry, the cats dangling as their sides. It was a daunting tableau in awe of which the remainder of the room fell silent. The air was tense with expectation and in the silence Kerry’s frightened yet excited eyes flickered from one to another of the witches. She licked her lips with a small pointed tongue. It was about the only movement of which she was capable strapped tightly as she was to the saltire. I was sure that every male in the room wanted to have Kerry as indeed, I was certain did some of the females.
I took a deep breath and intoned in my most melancholy voice. “Kerry Roget, you were brought here for failing to look after and gratify your husband in the true manner of a lawfully wedded wife!”
A low buzz of anger filled the room. The three witches each selecting a target proceeded to whip Kerry’s breasts and pussy with three deceptively mild strokes of the cats.
“Do you now promise, after due correction here at the academy, to fulfil the duties of a loving wife?” “I do! Ooooh!” She cried out as she was given three more strokes. The audience clapped.
“Do you promise to give him access to and full pleasure from your mouth, your rose hole and your pussy?”
“I do … I do!” Kerry squealed as nine more strokes from the three whips reddened her skin on breast and pussy alike.
“Do
you acknowledge that he has the right to enjoy you at any time and not only when it pleases you?” “I … I ... eh!” Her uncertainty brought forth a rain of rather harder lashes “Do you acknowledge...?”
“Yes … yes … I do … I do ….Ooooh!” Three more lashes from each whip. The witches were warming to their task. Their breasts heaved and wobbled and their buttocks shivered as they meted out the punishment. It was a sight that was clearly exciting the audience just as it was exciting me. But there was more ceremonial to be gone through before the pleasures of the flesh.
“Will you take his cock and cradle it between your breasts?”
Kerry nodded. Three more lashes from each of the witches. “Oh … I will … I will!” “And will you let him suckle upon them?”
“Yes … yes!” Three more lashes. “Aaaaah!”
“He has promised to worship you with his body now you must promise all of us here present that you will worship him with your body to the fullest extent possible. Do you so promise?”
“I do!” Kerry was panting hard now as her excitement mounted. I watched with an impassive expression but inside I was wondering at the magic which I had worked upon her and in a few short weeks turned her from an obnoxious and frightened bitch into a sexually rampant and mature woman straining at the leash to indulge her new found freedoms. Here now she was revelling in the torment of the cat where once she shied from it with the disgust, feigned or otherwise, always shown by the ignorant and the deprived. She was no longer deprived.