Cute Girls

The Armoire Ch. 02

*The Hurdles*

Gazing at the people strolling by my window I can’t help but wonder what their lives are like—especially the women. Have they ever experienced five heart stopping orgasms in one day? When their bottoms touch a seat do the memories that instantly materialize cause them to secretly smile? Stupid really: to wonder about other people’s lives when my own has more than enough to ponder. I find myself smiling and again look down at the letter.

I’m not afraid to open it, but every time I glance at the name I am transported back to that weekend three months ago. The visit to Darquesied’s ranch; the “attack”; the bondage; the whipping; the orgasms; the wonderful shower. At the beginning I thought I was going to die. At the end I felt I had never really lived. In the span of less than a day I had run the emotional gamut from uncontrollable fear to unbridled pleasure and even now, retrospect brings arousal. I am thoroughly convinced that, on that Saturday, the moment I decided not to drive away, my life changed forever.

Sliding my hand beneath my panties, I reminisce…

When I went back to the house that afternoon Sam had already prepared a simple pasta and sauce lunch which I attacked with the gusto of a three hundred pound linebacker. It was clear that a couple of hours under Darquesied’s “guidance” really worked up an appetite. We talked of many things. I had asked what he meant by “role playing” when he mentioned it earlier in the day. He said it varied for different people but most often it was “perfect slave”.

We laughed again over his name and how and why he came up with the anagram.

We talked more of Kristel and how she had duped us both; me thinking I would be looking at a fine hand-crafted armoire and Sam thinking that I was here to voluntarily experience a “session”.

The subject of Kristel took a strange turn when I showed Sam a picture of her and me at a gallery opening. His jaw dropped and he exclaimed; “Son of a bitch! That’s Mardi Dimanche. She’s a client! Actually… that explains a lot now.”

He went on to explain that he didn’t really enjoy his times with “Mardi”. Her sessions were very intense; geared toward pain rather than orgasm and, where most women would be screaming STOP PLEASE STOP, she would curse and swear like a sailor. Yep, that was definitely Kristel.

At that point we still hadn’t decided what to do about her, so the conversation moved to my session. He asked if I wanted to continue now that I knew the rules and, through a mouthful of pasta, I instantly answered that I would—a little embarrassed by my all too apparent eagerness.

Knowing the rules made all the difference, changing the experience from one of fear and despair to one of pleasure and anticipation. The “out” word, “Philadelphia”, when uttered in any way whatsoever, caused everything to stop. If a gag was present it was immediately removed so one could explain why the brakes had been applied. It could be a minor thing like a little discomfort with one of the binds or a cramp or it could be more serious. Maybe the set was a little too intense, the pain a bit more than one could bear. Regardless, it was engraved in stone; “Philadelphia” meant STOP.

There were a couple of other benefits to the out word. First; it was a word that Sam could easily make out through any kind of gag, whether whispered or screamed. Secondly; it allows the victim (Sam prefers “client”) to scream stuff like “STOP, PLEASE STOP!” without the set actually halting. This lets her suspend reality for a time and experience the activity fantasizing that she was really under duress.

It still strikes me as ironic that, if I had known what “Philadelphia” meant, I would have stopped the session before it began and never realized what I was missing. And… I sure as hell wouldn’t have been “branded”!

The word that I wish I had figured out though, was “Chicago”. I’m an idiot really because Sam had said, after an intense orgasm, “Don’t forget Chicago. It’s better if I know.” It seems so obvious now that the word is a signal to him that an orgasm is commencing. It gives him the chance to do things to intensify the event from its outset. It was hard to envision that particular climax as being any more exquisite but, as I found out later, he can prolong the gush by as much as a factor of two. Bless this man.

After lunch I had a refreshing little nap in my room. The accommodation was quite nice and well appointed with a large bed and a down filled comforter. When I awoke I took a shower and then we continued my session in the studio. No fake kidnapping scenario this time, just a couple of sets with interesting binds, the last of which resulted in yet another stupefying orgasm. The most memorable time for me however; came after supper.

We had retired, with a couple of after dinner drinks, to the front porch and admired the evening sunset, Rather than wear the robe to supper I thought it more appropriate to put my clothes back on although they felt oddly restrictive. I realized I would have liked to stay in the robe. In fact I would just as soon have been naked. It occurred to me that this spoke of the trust I had developed for this Sam Darquesied fellow. It was not that I thought I could trust him; I knew I could trust him. Almost perfect serenity is the only way I can describe the feeling that accompanies this kind of entrustment. The worries of the outside world just slide off, unable to stick to this shield of faith. It’s like jumping off a building in complete confidence that Superman will catch you before you hit the ground.

I had also developed an almost overwhelming desire to please him. For the entire day he had worked very hard to bring me the most pleasurable time of my life. He took me to unimaginable highs then to the most delectable tranquilities—all without asking anything in return. I knew he had received a substantial amount of money for the session but, still, it didn’t seem fair. I really wanted to correct this imbalance somehow.

It was a lovely evening and we just sat quietly for a time until I broke the silence and asked about “perfect slave”.

Sam responded; “Well, it depends on the client’s… that is… your desires of course but essentially it is you becoming a complete submissive within the boundaries of any parameters that we may set beforehand.”

“How long does it last?” I asked.

“Again it differs for everybody but for most it’s an hour or two. Longer for some and, for a couple, it’s the whole session.”

Sam, noting my obvious curiosity, continued; “The most popular and relatively short scenario is that I send you to your room to undress with the understanding that, when you return, you will be completely obedient to me and that any failure will result in punishment. And, normally, there is some sort of end goal.”

“End goal?”

He elaborated; “I would instruct you to think up something that you will ostensibly refuse to do. It can be simple like ‘I will not say the word banana’ or it can be more intimate. As always, it’s restricted by any parameters that you may have set before we start. But, the ultimate goal is to force you to relent and do, say, or submit to whatever you said you wouldn’t.”

Then he asked; “If you would you like to try it then we should set the restrictions now.”

Suddenly this changed from idle conversation to impending reality and I immediately felt excitement and… I am such a slut… arousal!

“I can’t think of any restrictions off hand. I… I have no experience so I don’t know how much I can take…”

Sam stopped me right there; “Sylvia, you may have the wrong idea. I know this is all fairly new for you but you have to see that it’s not a matter of how much you can take. There is no score card here. What I try to do is to take you to the edge—your edge. Not just the edge of pain tolerance; in fact, it’s not about pain at all.”

I could see that he felt it very important that I truly understand all this. He continued; “Most people, men and women alike, think of pain as the opposite of rapture. As you have recently discovered; that isn’t necessarily the case. If all you wanted was to hurt yourself you could just go and bang your head against a wall. But, when you are bound in a manner in which you are immobile and experience pain in degrees—pain that does not cause injury—then it is like… a cable car.”

“Yes… a cable car. Pain is your cable car; a cable car that collects your sense of pleasure and slowly transports it up the mountain. It is unimportant how high the mountain is for everybody else—the only thing that matters is… how high it is for you. The higher we go; the more your pleasure is magnified. The summit of your mountain is, of course, ecstasy. And; even the ride back down will be euphoric.”

Sam looked straight at me and said; “Do you understand what I’m trying to say Sylvia?”

“Yes; I think so Sam.”

I went on; “Sam, it’s obvious that you are very experienced and awesomely good at what you do here. I trust you… I trust you unequivocally. I have no experience really and I don’t know ‘how high my mountain is’ but I absolutely know that you will know it when you see it. I really want to do this… I really want to do this with you. So… can we just use the out word?”

Sam answered; “Yes of course. ‘Philadelphia’ always applies.”

After a fairly long moment of silence he asked; “Would you like to start now?”

Sheepishly I whispered; “Yes.”

Darquesied’s tone changed to one of command as he said; “Very well then. Please put your drink down and stand, facing me.”

I complied and he continued; “From now on you will address me as ‘My Master’. You will always look down to the floor, never looking me in the eye unless instructed to do so. Any mistakes or failure to obey will result in increased punishment. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” I respond.

Sternly Sam asks; “Yes what?”

“Yes, I underst… er… yes, My Master.”

Sounding like a teacher admonishing his student; “It is mistakes like that which will not be tolerated. It is important that you completely appreciate this. Now; do you understand?”

“Yes, My Master.”

He continued; “When I tell you to, you will go upstairs to your room and disrobe. You will fold your clothes neatly and place them on the chair. You will see leather bracelets and anklets hanging on the bedpost which you will put on so that they are comfortable but secure. You will then check yourself in the mirror to ensure that you are presentable. Then you will look in the top drawer of the bureau and choose one of the punishment devices it contains. During this time you will be thinking up something that you will refuse to do. You will then return and kneel in front of me with your eyes down and your arms extended offering me the device you chose. Remember, any errors result in more severe punishment. Is all of this perfectly clear?”

“Yes, My Master.”

Sam commanded; “Then go now and do not take too long.”

I turned and went inside and, when out of sight, I rushed up the stairs. I undressed quickly but then took my time folding my clothes realizing that there might be an inspection. And, of course, failure would result in more punishment so… I mussed them up a bit. I put on the bracelets and anklets so that they were quite tight but not uncomfortable. I was SO excited!

In my eagerness to look in the bureau drawer I almost forgot to check myself in the mirror. I fixed my hair a bit then took stock of my reflected nakedness. I smiled at how nice I looked with the leather around my wrist and ankles. I was glad to see my nipples hard and erect, hoping this would please “My Master”. Looking down at my bikini cut pubic hair I wondered if Sam would like it better if I was completely smooth. I regretted that I didn’t have the time to shave.

I then went to the bureau and slid the drawer open. Neatly arranged were several floggers and some other devices. I examined a rather vicious looking, two-tailed leather tawse but I put it back and thought; “Some day, maybe.” Instead I chose the horse hair flogger that I had experienced earlier in the day. One last check in the mirror then a deep breath and I turned and went downstairs. My heart was already pounding.

As instructed I knelt in front of Sam with my eyes to the floor, my arms extended offering him the flogger. He took the whip from my hands then instructed me to sit back on my heels with my arms down by my side. I could feel him looking me over and was glad my nipples were still erect. Not only were they hard but they also tingled. I never before in my life thought I could be so excited by this kind of thing.

My musing was interrupted by Sam asking; “Do you have something to tell me?”

I wanted to tell him what I was feeling. That I was already aflame with anticipation and that he could do anything to me that he wanted. He could have me any way he wanted. But I knew what he was asking and I knew what I was going to say from the moment he mentioned it earlier.

“I will not allow you to have intercourse with me My Master.”

He paused for a moment then asked; “Are you sure that is the end goal you want?”

“Absolutely sure My Master.”

Sam continued; “Your only desire now is to please me as much as you can… is that correct?”

“Oh yes My Master.”

“I would very much enjoy making love to you but you would deny me that pleasure. Do you realize that my only choice now is to punish you until you relent?”

“Yes My Master.”

Darquesied reaches for my chin and gently moves my head up and directly to my left. Suddenly, while still seated, he smacks my breasts hard with the flogger, alternating one then the other maybe eight times or so. The first one made me jerk and gasp but I steeled myself and took the rest with little movement except for wincing. He then stopped and asked; “What do you say now?”

My breasts were on fire and, still wincing, I replied; “Uh… thank you My Master?”

“Good answer; but do you know why I just whipped you?”

I wasn’t sure but I answered; “To make me relent My Master?”

“That is incorrect!” he said sternly and immediately started to whip again, as hard as before only this time he kept the flogger further back so that it struck just the areola and nipples.

“Ow… oww… owwww…”; The pain was unexpectedly severe and, try as I might, I could not keep from cringing, trying to pull away from the blows as best I could.

Again he asks; “Do you know why you are being punished?”

I was crying a bit now; “No My Master. I’m sorry but I don’t know why.”

“I am very disappointed in you my little slave. You say that your only desire is to please me yet you bring me the softest device in the drawer. Now I have to work much harder to reach the end goal. A truly cruel master would punish you all night for that mistake alone and you would deserve every lash wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, My Master. I’m very sorry.” I braced myself for more but instead he abruptly told me to stand and follow him inside to the living room. As I walked I could easily feel the moisture between my legs and my heart was pounding even harder.

In the middle of the floor was a small frame, about three feet high and four feet wide, which I immediately realized was made of two track hurdles fastened together face to face. The top rails were padded and there were rings at each corner with short black bungee cords attached. Darquesied motioned for me to bend over the frame resting my tummy on the padded rail. Standing at my head, he pulled my left arm down and attached the bungee to the bracelet then the same for my right arm. This caused my feet to leave the floor. He moved behind me and fastened my anklets in the same fashion. He had to pull quite hard to get the last one attached which tightened all the others. While the bungees provide a little bit of give, for the most part I was stretched quite inflexibly, bent over the bar and spread-eagled.

I was expecting a ball gag but received none. Instead, I saw Darquesied go to a cupboard and return with a large sliver hook with a loop at one end and a smooth, rounded tip at the other. It was about a foot long and looked like a giant fish hook but, thankfully, it was not barbed. I saw him rubbing a lubricant on the end as he went behind me.

My eyes widened and I gasped quite audibly as he slowly slid the smooth end of the hook into my anus. I have never before had anything in my ass that wasn’t supposed to be there and the sensation was very strange but… my excitement level was increasing rapidly.

Sam again went to the cupboard, returning with a short length of rope. He grabbed my long hair and twisted it then fastened one end of the rope to the makeshift pony tail. He slid the other end through the loop in the silver hook and slowly tugged on the rope pulling my head up and back; almost as far as my neck muscles would allow. He then tied off the rope making it almost impossible to move my head. I could feel the hook dig into my rectum with even the slightest movement.

Now Sam spoke; “I have chosen to forego a gag this time but I expect you to avoid crying out to the best of your ability. Is that clear?”

The tightness of the restraints and my head pulled back like it was caused me to breath heavily, as though I was exercising, but with a little difficulty I answered; “Yes My Master.”

He continued; “I am going to start with one hundred lashes and it is up to you to keep track. Once in a while I will ask if you relent. If you do then you will indicate so in a clear and respectful manner. It is possible that I may have lost interest so you may have to beg. Is all of this clear to you?”

“Yes My Master.”

Immediately he started the whipping, very hard, on my butt. Sometimes staying on one cheek for several blows; sometimes alternating. I forced myself to keep from crying out. Just some “Ohs” and Uhs” were choking their way out with my short hard breaths. The pain was severe and I could not stop causing the hook to dig inside my ass. Everything got so intense so fast. The pain was relentless, both from the whip and the hook. I could feel and hear my heart pounding hard and rapidly and my breathing became frighteningly laboured.

“I don’t hear you counting my little slave.”

Shit! I forgot to count. How can he expect me to count when I can hardly breathe?

Darquesied stated flatly; “We’ll have to start again.”

Immediately the whipping continued; this time on the inside of my thighs just below my butt. He had changed the direction, whipping in an upward stroke, but the pain was no less severe. This time I counted out the strokes; which made my breathing even more difficult. Each stroke caused me to involuntarily jerk my head which in turn dug that hateful hook into my ass. It seemed to draw the pain from the whip up to my abdomen and mix with that in my rectum. He stopped at twenty lashes.

“Do you relent now my little slave?”

The pain was excruciating and the discomfort of the restraints, as well as that damn hook, was almost unbearable but I was determined to show Sam that I could take this. To stop now would make me… unworthy. So, with all the defiance I could muster I gasped out; “No, My Master, I do not relent.”

I could hear him winding up the flogger behind me then, with all his strength, he landed one unbelievably hard upward blow right square on my outstretched vagina. It felt like I had been kicked in the crotch by a mule. My mind went blank. The pain was the size of a bowling ball and it rolled like a nuclear explosion up the inside of my abdomen and exited my mouth; “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh… MOTHER FU…”

“DO NOT FINISH THAT!” he admonished.

The pain subsided a bit and I forced myself to regain a semblance of composure. My breathing was very short, hard, and rapid but somehow I was able to get the words out; “I’m sorry My Master. I meant no disrespect.”

Laurie stood in the center of the room, naked, scared, shaking; her head was hung low, her eyes closed. She neither saw nor heard her likewise naked torturer approach her from behind. “I am going to insert an anal plug in you so you don’t stain my floor, honey. You can piss all over the place while I’m training you, but we don’t care to have any serious ‘accidents’. Now, my dear, I want you to bend over and grab your toes. Don’t move from that position until I tell you to. Now do it!”

Laurie bent over, her back arched high, her solid ass facing the interested audience behind her, and put her fingers around the toes of each foot. The effect was perfect–the position forced her to bow her legs which in turn opened her anal region to our lustful eyes. Her anus was much larger than Beth’s, and brown in color rather than pink. Her melon-like breasts hung limply downwards, the fatty tissue swaying slightly as the tearful blonde struggled to maintain a delicate balance. Until Elena abruptly moved directly behind the bent-over girl, I had an eye-pleasing view of the length of Laurie’s hairless cunt.

Elena pressed her left hand down on top of Laurie’s back, then used the pink butt plug to press the exposed lower buttocks apart, revealing even more of the crinkly rosebud. Beth turned her head to the side and closed her eyes as Elena brought the tip of the plug to the center of the anus. I put my arm on Beth’s shoulder and squeezed it to comfort her. The kid had been through a lot in one day; it didn’t seem fair to force her to watch the torture of the girl she had loved only this morning.

Laurie screamed out in pain as the unlubricated tip of the butt plug painfully penetrated her sphincter. I could feel Beth shudder and wince, knowing without looking that her friend’s most private part had just been violently raped. Without lubrication, the path into the dark rectum would be much more painful.

I had a perfect view of Elena’s gorgeous hanging tits as well and she was bent slightly over, her head only inches from Laurie’s ass, intently watching the device slowing spreading the anal entrance as the increasingly larger part of the plug moved further inside the pain-racked cavity.

“OH! AHHHHHHHH! PLEASE! OH, IT HURTS! AHHHHHHHH!” screamed the blonde. “I CAN’T TAKE IT! OH! IT’S SPLITTING ME APART!”

“This is mild compared to what’s ahead, honey-child. You are lucky I didn’t give you an enema first and use this to hold the water in. We’re almost there, so hold on.” The last portion of the tapered plug disappeared into Laurie’s rectum; the painfully enlarged anal ring quickly gripped the thin shaft, leaving the circular bottom of the device sticking obscenely out of the pretty blonde’s ass. Elena stood back and admired her handiwork, leaving Laurie bent over in shame and degradation.

“David, I should like you to help me hoist her up to the ceiling. I also want her legs moved apart also with her ankles affixed to the spreader bar.

I moved from Beth’s side and stood next to the still bent-over victim who was shaking in fear. Her gorgeous ass was covered with goose bumps. Elena threw me two wrist cuffs. I moved to Laurie’s front; she looked beautiful in this position, so vulnerable, so weak. “Stand up!” I ordered. She did, at least happy to relieve the pressure from her aching back. I looked down at her shaved pubis; she looked like a little girl with the visible cuntal crack. Her clitoral hood was enlarged as a result of Elena’s recent activities there.

“Hold your wrists in front of you,” I ordered. She held them out to me, palms down, about waist high. I could sense the tremendous fear inside her as I attached the cuffs to each wrist while Elena moved to the pulley and began lowering the rope with the round metal link at the end. Elena lowered the metal ring to about chest-high, just as I finished attaching the second cuff. One by one, I held Laurie’s wrists to the large link and joined the metal, link to link. I made sure that her wrists faced each other; otherwise, she would face the danger of breaking them during the hanging process. The insides of the black leather cuffs were lined with soft red acrylic fur. The fur eased the pain and prevented chafing.

“The spreader-bar is by the wrack,” said Elena. I moved to it and picked it up. The long cylindrical bar, about a half-inch thick and four feet long, had leather straps and belt buckles at either end. The bar was slightly heavy. I moved in front of Laurie and knelt on one knee by her feet. I looked up at her from my kneeling position; she was looking down at me with a fearful look in her eyes. I couldn’t help gawking at her hairless slit and softly swaying tits. The view from this perspective was awesome.

“Open your legs, Laurie. Be a good little girl.” I looked down and watched the feet move awkwardly apart, not nearly far enough to accommodate the length of the spreader-bar. I put my hands inside her thighs, about half-way up from the knee, and forced her legs to move further apart. I looked into her cunt as I did so, watching the unbelievably gorgeous puffy lips open slightly for me to reveal some of her sweet, pink slit. Satisfied that her legs were spread far enough, I pulled the left strap around her ankle and buckled it; I then did the same with the right one.

I stood up in front of her, her legs spread before me, her elbows bent in front of her. Boldly, I brought my hand between her legs, into her hairless crotch. I grabbed a good handful of the meaty flesh as Laurie’s face turned a hundred shades of crimson. The pouting tissues of her cuntal lips were soft and free of stubble. I could feel the hardness of her clit on the palm of my hand. My middle finger nestled inside her slit. I didn’t penetrate her at all; I had had a gnawing desire to feel her shaven cunt ever since I saw it.

“I like,” I said simply, giving the fatty tissues an extra gentle squeeze before removing my hand from between her spread legs. “String her up!” I suggested. I heard the familiar squeal of the pulley. Standing a few feet in front of the stark naked blonde I watched her arms begin to rise towards the ceiling, being pulled upwards by the rope.

As her wrists slowly neared the top of her head, her bent elbows began to straighten, and with the straightening came the revealing sight of her gorgeous large-nippled and supple breasts which were swaying slightly back and forth. Her face was contorted in fear; she knew the helplessness of her situation, yet she was defenseless to prevent it. As the arms came to their fully extended position over her head, Laurie felt the first tightness of the rope slowly pulling her arms up. She let out an audible scream and a moan as her arms began to feel the dead weight of her body.

It was one of my favorite positions, from both viewing and torture standpoints. The victim’s body was completely and totally exposed, from her hanging wrists to her toes. Every part of her body was accessible to just about any sized whip or strap; she could be fucked or sucked or whipped or just left hanging for torturous hours. I had often seen victims, thusly trussed and hoisted, turned in a circle and whipped mercilessly and randomly, feeling the ugly sting of the lash against whatever part of the happened to be near the merciless whip. I continued to stand in front of her, watching the leg-spreader with her ankles attached, rise slowly from the floor. Her head looked upwards at her wrists locked by the metal ring. As her entire body rose from the floor, it began to swing gently from side to side. She lowered her head and looked at me, wide-eyed, fearful.

“She is ready for you, Elena. Have fun!” I said, moving past the hanging blonde to stand behind my Beth.

“I told you it would not be pleasant,” I whispered in Beth’s ear.

“She’s so helpless, David. I feel like I should feel more sorry for her, but I don’t. She let me down by giving in to Elena; she sent me to you and now I know there is more than her tongue to keep me satisfied.” She nudged her sweet, firm ass back into my lower abdomen, where my limp cock filled her ass crease once again. I wanted to fuck her ass right then and there, but decided to wait for a more propitious opportunity.

Elena moved to the whip wrack and found the cat-o-nine tails, a thin handled whip with nine strands of braided leather. I had always preferred the cat-o-nine tails when whipping someone. For the victim, it was like getting lashed nine times with one stroke. She moved to the front of the hanging blonde, brandishing the menacing whip.

“This is a cat-o-nine tails, Laurie, in case you didn’t know. How hard I use it on you depends on the amount of cooperation I receive from you in answering some rather personal questions. If you are really uncooperative, you will find this part of your anatomy feeling the brunt of the lashing.” She held the base of the cat-o-nine tails in the middle of Laurie’s spread legs and brought it up against her shorn cunt. “Right here!” she emphasized, cruelly pushing the whip into the tender cuntal folds.

“You are charged,” continued Elena, “with taking indecent liberties with a minor, namely Beth. Come here, Beth!”

Beth was taken aback by the request. “Go,” I urged her, “I won’t let her hurt you.” The now-trembling girl moved forward, her eyes staring at the cat-o-nine tails being held in Elena’s right hand.

“How old are you, Beth?” asked Elena.

“Twenty-one,” she replied.

“Has this woman done anything sexually to you?” Elena pointed the cat-o-nine tails at Laurie.

“Well, y-yes. But she didn’t force me to do anything.”

“It does not matter. She took advantage of you and must be punished accordingly. “Come stand in front of her!” Beth moved to Laurie’s front, with Elena behind her. Elena placed her hands on Beth’s shoulders; the cat-o-nine tails hung limply down over the girl’s back.

“What have you done with her? What kind of sexual acts have you performed on her, Laurie?”

Laurie cocked her head slightly. Her arms were beginning to hurt from the weight of her body. “I… I have only kissed her.”

“Kissed her where, you whore?”

“On her sex,” said the tearful blonde.

“You put your tongue in her cunt?” Elena seemed livid.

“Y-yes,” cried Laurie.

“And her ass?” asked Elena.

“I, I…” Laurie’s voice trailed off.

“Answer me, you bitch, or I’ll whip your cunt right here and now!”

“Yes, yes!,” cried Laurie, “I used my tongue there too. Please, these questions are embarrassing.”

“I should think so!” shouted Elena. “This young girl is beneath the age of consent and you violated her. It does not matter that she was a willing partner or not. Did you use any dildos on her?”

“NO! NO!,” replied Laurie. “We never did that, honestly.”

“Is that true, young lady?” asked Elena, gripping her shoulders more tightly. Beth felt Elena’s erect nipples digging into her back.

“She never put anything like that inside me, just her fingers or her tongue.”

“Then your ass is virgin, young lady?” suggested Elena.

“Ah, well, ah……not exactly,” she stammered, not knowing exactly how to answer the embarrassing question.

“What do you mean ‘not exactly’, either it is or isn’t! Which is it? Speak up!”

“Well, uh, you see, uh David…uh, well he, uh….”

Elena quickly realized what Beth was trying to say. “I see,” she softly replied. She had wanted the ass for herself, having seen virginish, tiny rosebud during her previous inspection of her and Laurie. She was really upset now.

Very well, go back to David, he seems to know how to take care of you.” There was a strong hint of jealousy in Elena’s voice. Beth walked back to me, tears streaming down her face and onto her small, girlish tits. She embraced me immediately, crying softly into my neck. I patted her back and squeezed her gently. Elena looked at us with fire in her eyes. I knew she would take her hurt out on Laurie.

Even Laurie couldn’t believe her ears. Her lover had just admitted to being fucked in the ass by a stranger. She knew I had taken other liberties as well. As I continued to hug and comfort Beth, Elena moved in front of the hanging blonde and turned the cat-o-nine tails around her hand so the thin ebony- colored wooden handle was fully exposed. She moved the handle between Laurie’s spread legs and brought it into the bare cunt. Laurie winced as she felt the cold wood press against her exposed pink, slit.

“So you have caused your young friend to be defiled. I am ashamed of your actions!” Elena pressed the handle of the cat-o-nine tails forcefully between the pouting pussy lips. Laurie screamed out in pain. “I am going to whip you first, young lady, before deciding what other punishments you deserve. Do you know why you are to be whipped?”

“Y-yes, OH! THAT HURTS!” cried Laurie as the whip handle dug smartly into her tender cuntal membranes.

“And well it should!” shouted Elena as she turned the handle to hold the tip perpendicular to Laurie’s aching pussy. She easily found the entrance to the exposed vagina and pushed the whip handle upwards, between the delicate and sensitive folds, into Laurie’s vagina. Laurie screamed out violently as she felt the handle cruelly penetrate her vaginal door. Elena shoved it in to the hilt and moved her hand away, leaving the long black strands hanging down between the spread legs. It was an odd sight, standing behind the tortured blonde, seeing the pink butt plug and leather strands as I continued to hold the still sobbing Beth in my arms. Her rock-hard nipples were digging into my hairy chest; her pubic fleece nestled softly against my right thigh.

Elena placed her hands on Laurie’s hips and twisted the hanging blonde from side to side, all the while staring at the mammoth coral-nippled jugs which bounced around like jelly. She reached up with the palm of her right hand and steadied the bouncing left tit by cupping it gently in her palm. “Mmm. It’s so heavy,” she whispered, weighing the soft, fleshy meat in her hand. She leaned forward and sucked the huge nipple into her eager mouth, then bit down into the sensitive protuberance with her front teeth.

Laurie winced and cried out in pain. Elena bit harder. The tortured blonde tried to evade the attack on her tender nipple, but only managed to twist some more in her bonds. When Elena finally relaxed the bite and removed her teeth from the large nubbin, it appeared red and swollen.

“What is she doing,” whispered Beth in my ear, “I can’t bear to watch with all that screaming.”

“Elena just bit her nipple real hard. Laurie’s a big girl, she can take a lot pain,” I said.

Beth moved her hand down my back and slipped it under my shorts, grabbing a good chunk of my ass. “Would you like me to kiss you back here sometime? All over?” She was trying to turn me on, hoping we could once again exit gracefully. She didn’t want to be around while Laurie was being tortured. She pushed her hand further down and tried to find my anus with her middle finger.

“How about right now?” I whispered.

“O.K.,” she said, “Let’s go!”

“Uh-uh, babes. I have to stay and watch. Do it right here, don’t be shy.” I pulled my head back to study her face which had a quizzical, puzzled look on it.

“In front of Ricardo and Barbie?” she asked.

“You saw Ricardo fucking Barbie before, right in front of us. Shyness is not permitted around here. They won’t see what you’re doing anyway.”

“But they’ll know,” she said, emphasizing the last word.

“They won’t even pay attention. Besides, it will take your mind off of what’s happening to Laurie.”

“I, I don’t care what’s happening to her. Do you really want me to do that here?” she asked, this time emphasizing the next to the last word.

“More than anything else,” I replied, looking deeply into her soft, blue eyes. “Do it nice for me, honey.”

She began to realize I was serious and didn’t know how to take it. I was asking her to do the most personal thing one can do, and do it in public! I was testing her.

“Okay,” she whispered, “because I love you, David.” I didn’t say any more. I allowed her to settle in behind me. She scratched my back gently, looking over at Ricardo and Barbie who weren’t paying the least bit of attention to us. Their eyes were fixed on the show in the center of the room.

“Shall I pull your shorts down?” she asked.

“It would help,” I replied sarcastically.

I felt her thumbs inside the ribbed elastic at the top of the shorts. Her nails scratched me slightly as she pushed them over my hips and down to my thighs. My cock was half awake, no where near erect. “Take them all the way off,” I said, looking back and down at the pretty strawberry blonde hair atop her head.

She pushed them down my legs and I stepped out of them, naked like everyone else in the room. Beth stood up behind me and brought her lips to my ear. “If you’re not embarrassed, you bastard, then neither am I. I’m going to make you come in front of your friend.”

“It won’t be the first time,” I said. I don’t think Beth heard me; her tongue was making a trail at the time down the middle of my back, pausing when she reached the top of my ass crease, just long enough to assume a kneeling position directly behind me. I felt her fingernails move to my buttocks, scratching them softly, as she planted tiny kisses all over my rear quarters. It did not take long for my sheath to come to life; blood rushed to it and engorged it quickly. Her tender kisses were interspersed with soft sucking sounds, loud enough to be heard by Ricardo who looked over to see what was happening. I winked at him and he smiled.

I looked straight ahead at Elena and Laurie, pretending to be oblivious to the parting of my lower ass cheeks and wearing my hard-on with an air of nonchalance. I made an audible groaning noise when her quicksilver tongue sent a lightning bolt up my asshole. Elena looked over for the briefest of seconds, saw immediately what was happening, and decided to take it out on Laurie. She would have given her right arm to trade places with me, to have the that tongue up her ass, but it was not to be. Laurie would pay the price of jealousy dearly.

Elena let the huge breast fall of its own accord back into place upon Laurie’s heaving chest. She watched the mammary gland bounce like jelly for a few seconds, then, using the full palm of her right hand, slapped the defenseless flesh along the side with a loud crack. The painful slap received Laurie’s immediate attention–she screamed out in pain. Her breasts were extremely sensitive; the delicately soft flesh felt like it was on fire. The right side of the mammoth melon reddened immediately.

Laurie’s agonizing scream must have scared Beth; her tongue shot into my asshole like a bullet. I nearly fell forward. No sooner had I steadied myself than Beth’s tongue was back doing a slow, steady, excruciatingly wonderful number on my asshole.

Elena reached back down between Laurie’s legs and yanked downwards on the leather braids of the cat- o-nine tails. She brought the handle, wet with Laurie’s own juices, to the blonde’s half-open mouth. “Suck the handle, you whore, clean it off!” She pushed the handle into Laurie’s mouth. Laurie closed her lips around it; she was familiar with the taste of the sticky, wet substance on the handle, only this time it was her own nectar she was sampling. I reminded her of Beth’s cunty taste. Satisfied that she had sufficiently embarrassed the hanging blonde, Elena withdrew the handle from Laurie’s mouth and gripped it with her right hand.

There was a strange power that Elena felt when she confronted one of her victims thusly; it didn’t matter that the particular torture device was a cat-o-nine tails or a birch rod or a strap, or whatever, it was her complete control over the situation, her total domination of the victim that gave her this power.

With a quick flick of the wrist, Elena brought the nine strands across Laurie’s left hip. “THWACK!” The loud crack of leather against defenseless flesh shattered the quietness of the room. Laurie let out a short but loud scream of anguish as the braids of the cat-o-nine tails dug into her hip and lashed all the way around to the creamy, white globe of her ass. Before she could even catch her breath, another stroke fell just below the first, causing her whole body to shake as she screamed out even more loudly this time. Ugly red welts quickly appeared, at least six or seven lines where each lash had struck. It was only the beginning of what would prove to be a night of endless pain for the big-breasted blonde.

Behind me, Beth continued playing tunes on my anus with her never-stopping tongue, pretending to oblivious to the misfortunes of her friend in front of us. Having carefully spread my lower as cheeks as far as they would go, she had no difficulty at all filling my rectal orifice with her whole tongue. Her tongue was warm and moist; it felt so good inside me, so natural for such an unnatural act. She really seemed to enjoy turning me on.

Elena seemed to enjoy drawing agonizing screams from Laurie. She dropped the whip to the floor and began slapping the buxom blonde all over her body, using both of her hands in rapid fire movements. The resounding slaps were followed by short, loud screams, squeals or groans, depending on the area being struck by the palm of Elena’s hand. The extremely sensitive insides of Laurie’s thighs and her delicate breasts evoked the loudest outbursts; the cries seemed to diminish when Laurie struck her hips and ass. The body-slapping went on interminably; I know that Laurie’s hairless pussy lips received at least two of the blows. Each time the cunt was struck, the hanging body shook violently and an agonizingly long and loud scream filled the small room.

Sweat poured like water from the brow of the hanging blonde; lines of perspiration ran down her back and over her nicely rounded alabaster ass. The butt plug hurt her immensely inside her rectum.

The last few minutes of the beating became a blur as Beth reached around in front of me, grasped the shaft of my erect penis, and began masturbating me with lightning-fast movements of her hand as her tongue pistoned in and out of my asshole. An audible “AHH!” escaped from my mouth as my come spurted onto the floor. Elena looked over in time to see me spew forth the results of Beth’s expert loving. She was really sexually advanced for someone so young.

As Laurie’s screams diminished to loud sobs, Elena moved to her side. “Gentlemen,” she said to Ricardo and myself, “The rules of the house reflect that the female cargo of the boat is free for all. I should like to play with Barbie and Beth for a few moments.” Barbie’s eyes opened wide. Beth arose from her kneeling position and crushed her chest into my back. I could feel her soft pussy hair against the back of my right thigh.

Ricardo spoke first. “You may have her for a while, of course.”

Elena looked at me. I tried to think of some way out. “Beth is too young to be beaten harshly.”

“She won’t be,” replied Elena. “I just want to teach her some humility.”

“Very well, ” I whispered reluctantly. “But I want her back when you are through.” I heard Beth suck in her breath and grip me tighter as she whispered my name through her breath. I turned around and brought her naked body next to me. “I won’t let her hurt you physically,” I whispered in her ear. “I have no choice. Be brave, honey.” Tears were already streaming down her eyes. She pulled away from me, her feeling hurt, and moved towards Elena. Her thin body seemed so small, so fragile. Barbie moved next to her. There was such a contrast–woman and girl.

“Come here, young lady,” ordered Elena, pointing her finger towards Beth, who stepped forward, shaking.

“Do you like girls?” asked Elena.

“Y-yes,” she softly replied.

“And tonight you learned from a man?”

“I, I, yes,” whispered Beth.

And which do you prefer, now that you know both?”

“I, I don’t know.”

“Kiss me!” ordered Elena, holding her arms out for the young girl to move into. Beth looked back at me for the briefest of seconds. I couldn’t read the look on her face. She moved into Elena’s arms. In a second, Elena’s hungry lips were flush against Beth’s, driving into her. Abruptly, she broke the kiss. “You are not giving your all, young lady. I expect to find your tongue inside my mouth when I kiss you. If you don’t want to cooperate, I will redden you little hiney in front of David.”

She resumed the kiss. This time Beth drove the tongue that had only recently filled my asshole into the woman’s mouth. Elena’s hand moved slowly down Beth’s back before coming to rest atop the cute little ass. As she continued the long, passionate kiss, she gently scratched the young girl’s buttocks. After several moments, Elena broke the kiss once more. “That’s much better, darling. You have a tiny body, but you are filled with much sexual energy. Did David take you both anally and vaginally tonight?”

“Y-yes,” the trembling girl hesitatingly replied.

“And which did you prefer?”

There was a long, pregnant silence. Finally, she whispered, “In back.”

“Did it hurt?”

“Uh, at first.”

Elena smiled. “I know some tricks that will make you feel good there. First, however, I want to meet Barbie.” She stepped back from Beth. “Come here, Barbie.”

Barbie took Beth’s place. What a difference between the sexually matured, fantastic-bodied woman and the innocent looking young woman. Elena looked the woman up and down, from head to toe, admiring every inch of the smooth, sleek lines and rounded curves. “You have a fantastic body, Barbie. What is your preference, my dear, men or women?”

“Men,” came the quick, terse reply.

“You have known a woman?”

“No, never,” Barbie honestly replied.

“Mmm. This may be an interesting evening after all. If were to order you to make love to a woman right now, who would it be? Laurie, Beth, or me?”

Barbie hesitated. “I, I am not interested in making love to a woman. Ricardo knows how to take care of me very well.”

“I did not inquire as to whether or not you were interested in making love to another woman, I asked you which you would prefer, if I ordered you to do it.” Elena was becoming perturbed.

“I would not make the choice.”

Elena’s face was getting red. “Then I will make the choice for you. I will pop your cherry for you myself.”

Barbie turned quickly and ran into Ricardo’s arms. He had a cold look on his face. “I cannot help you. You must do as she asks.”

“I can’t, I can’t,” she cried.

“You must!” ordered Ricardo, pushing the girl with model-like beauty away from him. When she turned back towards Elena, she saw the domineering woman was holding a two-inch wide leather strap, about three feet long.

“Get down on your knees!” ordered Elena, who watched the pretty dark-haired woman kneel in front of her. “Now bend over and support yourself on your elbows.” Barbie moved into position, her gorgeous tits almost touching the floor.

Elena straddled Barbie’s back, digging her dripping pussy into it. “Beth, get your ass over here and spread your legs in front of Barbie’s face, close enough for her to eat you when she’s ready!” Beth moved slowly to a standing position behind Elena, in front of the kneeling, bent-over Barbie. “Get down on the floor, Beth!” ordered the domineering woman. Beth sat on her haunches, her knees raised, with Barbie’s head between her spread legs, inches from Beth’s delightfully beautiful pussy.

I could almost sense what was about to happen. Beth’s head was just below Elena’s spread legs and ass. Elena brought her hands to Barbie’s muscular ass, still holding the dreaded strap, and began kneading the firm buttocks. Every once in a while she would use the palms of her hands to separate the ass cheeks. My only regret was that Barbie was facing towards me; I could not explore the opened area as I had done with Laurie and Beth. I wondered if her rosebud was as perfect as the rest of her body.

Elena finally lowered the top half of her body, bending from the waist, until her head was even with and slightly behind Barbie’s ass. I was at least able to get a perfect view of Elena’s opened ass crease and dark, furry bush between her legs. I watched her spread Barbie’s ass once more; she stared intensely into the area she had selfishly uncovered for several moments. Beth looked briefing into Elena’s spread treasures, then turned her head back towards me with a pleading look in her eyes. She could guess was would soon be expected of her also.

“Barbie, I want you to put your lips on Beth’s pussy.” When the pretty woman hesitated, Elena brought the thick strap quickly into the air and brought it down with a resounding crack on Barbie’s beautiful ass. With only the slightest of sounds, a quick intaking and exhaling of breath, caused by the sudden strapping, Barbie lowered her face between Beth’s legs and buried it in the softness of the delicate strawberry blonde pubic hairs.

“Beth, it’s your turn, honey. Is my pussy slit nice and open for you?” asked Elena.

Beth looked up into the spread legs once again. The long, pink gash was wide yawning just above her head. “Y-yes,” she said softly.

“Lick it gently for me, honey, like you do Laurie.” Instinctively, the trembling girl brought her hands to the top of Elena’s ass, bent her head all the way back, and moved her pursed lips into the middle of the hot, pink flesh. Elena sucked in her breath, loudly. “Yes, that’s it, honey, right there!”

As Beth’s busy tongue invaded the moist gash, Elena lowered her own head between the spread crease of Barbie’s ass and boldly placed her lips around the exposed anus. I could only surmise that she drove her tongue immediately into the splayed crevice as Barbie’s head lifted quickly up from between Beth’s legs with a wide-eyed, startled look. Elena’s head was shaking back and forth; eating ass was one of her favorite pastimes and she did it well. After the initial shock, Barbie lowered her head back into Beth’s soft pussy fur. Beth reached down with her left hand and pushed Barbie’s head further into her sex. She was beginning to get into scene.

Even Barbie’s head began to move slightly up and down; she was tonguing Beth’s gash. The three girls were slurping at each other with more abandon. I could one or more of them moaning; I wasn’t sure exactly who; all had gotten into the act. I was particularly happy to see Beth enjoying herself. I looked over at Laurie, hanging limply, her eyes were closed; she was tired and worn.

I watched Beth open Elena’s lower ass crease and fully expose the round, puckered anus. When she kissed it gently, Elena’s legs started shaking and her head moved more violently between Barbie’s spread ass cheeks. It was a delightful sight, three women intensely involved in lesbian love-making before Ricardo and myself. I felt my prick begin to stir once more, so sexually passionate was the scene in front of us.

Beth made sure we could see her tongue tripping lightly on the distended anus; she flicked it back and forth over the rosebud. Tonight I had made her a complete woman; Elena intended to go beyond to bring her to new, uncharted territories. It would prove to be an interesting journey for my sweet Beth.

Elena was in paradise–having her ass sucked while she was doing the same thing to the unbelievably beautiful Barbie. Elena didn’t stop until she came in one wild, long torrent which shook her body like an electric jolt. She rode the wave like sea-surfer, taking it for all it was worth. When she stepped off of Barbie, she was sweating like a pig.

“Thank you, Barbie,” said Elena in a husky voice, “You may go back to Ricardo now. I’ll just be needing Beth.” Barbie rose quickly; he well-tanned naked body with toned muscles and perfect proportions glistened with sweat in the light of the room. Beth sat, legs spread, knees raised, facing Elena who was staring into the beauty of Beth’s sex.

“Get up, darling,” she said, her voice still husky, to the stark naked girl. Placing her hands next to her hips, Beth rose. Elena immediately moved next to her, grasping the girl’s left hand in hers. “Where did you learn to kiss ass like that?”

“Well, uh, Laurie taught me.”

“How did she teach you?”

Beth shuddered. “Um, well, you see first she did it to me, to show me how. Then I did it to her.”

“Would you like her to do it again to you, tonight?”

“Uh, uh, well I guess so,” she answered, trembling slightly.

“I’d like to watch the both of you make love,” whispered Elena.

“Shall we let her down? It’s a terrible position for her to remain in.” Elena was being super-sweet, which was out of character for her. I had my suspicions about her sincerity.

“Yes, let her down,” said Beth.

“Help me. You steady her as I turn the pulley. As Elena moved to the crank, Beth stood by Laurie’s side and placed her hand in the small of the hanging girl’s back. Elena turned the crank and Laurie slowly descended to the floor. Beth steadied her as the leg-spreader hit the floor.

Elena told Beth to undo the straps around the blonde’s ankles, leaving the arms raised high. Beth knelt and undid each strap, then pushed the spreader-bar to the side. I saw her look up, once, into the sexy, hairless cuntal crack of the now standing blonde. Elena saw it, too. With the spreader bar out of the way, Elena lowered the tired arms down and had Beth release the hooks around the large metal ring. Laurie’s arms dropped down to her side and hung limply.

Elena moved to the two girls in the center of the room. “Shall we take the butt plug out?”

Beth nodded.

“Bend over, Laurie,” ordered Elena, pushing the blonde’s shoulder towards the floor. I had forgotten how mammoth her breasts were until she bent over again. The reminded me of cow’s utters. Elena rubbed her hand over Laurie’s alabaster ass for several seconds before grasping the protruding plug with her right hand. With one mighty pull and a loud ‘plop’, out came the painful plug. Laurie screamed as it was pulled wickedly through her anus, but felt relieved that it was no longer stretching the inside of her delicate rectal canal. Beth looked at the size of the anal dildo and wondered how Elena had ever gotten it into Laurie’s tight rectal crevice. Elena through the plug aside. Once again, I had a perfect view of Laurie’s shaven pussy from a rear view.

“Stay there like that,” said Elena, touching Laurie’s back, “Beth has something special for you.”

Elena moved to the utility closet, rummaged through it for several seconds, then emerged holding one of her favorite devices–the triple dildo, an elaborate, somewhat large black leather contraption with three separate dildos. The largest part of the device, which was designed to cover the user’s entire abdomen, was somewhat ‘V’-shaped, about five inches wide at the top, tapering to perhaps an inch where it would fit over the pubis. Protruding upward from the lower part of the ‘V’ on the outside of the leather was an eight inch hard-rubber, flesh-colored dildo, molded as a replica of a man’s erect penis. From my vantage point, it looked real.

A two inch wide belt, designed to go around the waist and buckle at the back, formed the top-most portion of the device. Beneath the tapered ‘V’ trailed a one-inch wide leather tail, about eight inches long, designed to be brought between the user’s legs, over the crack of the ass, and buckled along with the waist strap at the small of the back. Along the inside of the trailing tail were two more penile replicas, one about six inches long and one two inches smaller, spaced about an inch apart. When drawn through the user’s legs, the longer dildo was inserted vaginally and the shorter one anally. It was an interesting device, indeed, one that Elena had paid several hundred dollars to have especially ordered.

As she carried the strange-looking contraption towards the standing girl and the bent-over blonde, Beth’s eyes opened wide, seeing the over-sized, flesh-colored, life-like penis protruding upwards from the black leather. At first she thought it was going to be put in her body, and her heart dropped to her stomach at the sheer size of the long, thick cock.

Elena saw the fear in the young woman’s eyes and immediately calmed her. “Easy, honey, the big part is not going in you. You are going to fuck Laurie, just like a man would. Beth had not yet seen the two inner dildos that would soon fill her insides. Laurie, bent over, holding her ankles for support, was no in position to see the size of the penis that would soon be used to penetrate her.

Elena asked Beth to turn around with her back to the bent over blonde. It was not until Elena knelt on one knee and brought the contraption towards Beth’s waist that she saw the second and third dildos inside the leather tail. She realized immediately the utility of these smaller penises and stepped back, scared.

“Don’t be frightened, sweety, it’s looks much scarier than it really is. I’ve used it myself, many times, and it’s fantastic! I come harder with this in me than almost any other way. It won’t hurt, I promise.”

Despite the reassurances, Beth trembled as Elena moved forward once again and brought the belt around her waist. “Turn around once again, dear, so I can buckle you up. Beth turned, her back to me. Between her slightly spread legs, hanging from the front, was the leather tail with double dildos. Elena fastened the belt tightly.

“Mmm,” she said, “last notch. You have a really thin waist. Now, honey, I need you to bend over and open your legs a bit more, we have to put something inside you.” Her hands shaking, Beth bent from the waist and opened her legs wider. She placed the palms of her hands on her thighs for support.

“I’ll be right back,” said Elena, who went to the utility closet once again and returned with a tube of K-Y jelly. Opening the tube, she put two dabs of the gelatin on the top of each of the smaller dildos, then replaced the top of the tube. Using the fingers of her right hand, she spread the solution over each of the penises, coating them for easier insertion. Beth looked so sexy, bent over, her prominent ass pointing towards me and Ricardo, her gaping pussy with reddish blond hair displayed in all its splendor.

Using her left hand, Elena reached between Beth’s legs and grasped the leather strap at the base of the larger dildo. “I am going to put something inside your sex, honey. Just relax. It’s lubricated. It won’t hurt.” Beth’s heart beat rapidly as Elena brought the knob of the penis to her vaginal entrance; she felt the cold tip of the hard-rubber penis-head press against the delicate pink membranes surrounding her vagina. Elena stared into Beth’s splayed pussy and opened ass for several seconds, then pushed upwards with her left hand. The dildo easily penetrated the orifice; Beth sucked in her breath as she felt the device moving towards her womb. Elena pushed it in all the way.

“Excellent,” she said. “One down and one to go. The next one is a little bit harder. You really need to relax, honey, I can see your anus is very small. Let me see how tight it is.” Elena let go of the strap running along the sweet pussy, then moved her thumbs to either side of Beth’s anal region. As the young girl turned a hundred different shades of crimson, Elena spread the area apart to completely expose the tiny, puckered rosebud. “It’s beautiful,” she whispered, leaning forward and planting a tender kiss right on the anus. Beth gasped as she felt the smooth, warm lips touch her most private area.

Elena released her hold of the anal region, took the tube of K-Y, and spread some on the tip of her right index finger. Then, using just her left thumb to spread the anal region, pushed her lubricated finger against the pliable anal tissues. Beth let out a small “AHHHH!” when the finger penetrated her sphincter.

“Mmm. Very tight! How did David ever fuck you here?” The question went unanswered as Elena probed the anal canal with her fully inserted index finger. When she pressed against the membrane separating the vaginal and anal paths, she felt the hardness of the impaled forward dildo. I felt sorry for the totally humiliated girl, who was somehow managing to stop from going hysterical.

Elena finally withdrew her finger, having explored Beth’s nether orifice. “Let’s give it a try, darling. Don’t fight me.”

It seemed ironic that only a short time ago I had been telling the sexy girl not to fight me as I proceeded to deflower her virgin ass. Elena was now taking her beyond. She held the vaginal dildo in place with her left thumb, pushing upwards. She then spread her middle and index fingers apart and eased them around the base of the anal dildo as guides, while applying pressure to the bottom of the dildo with her right thumb.

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