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Over a Barrel

By: lakesailer_mi



"Well, you seem to have me over a barrel," she said giggling. 

"I suppose that's an apt description of your current position," I acknowledged as I finished securing the leg strap to the bed. 

You see, I had her tied to the bed, face down, but not flat on the bed. Rather, she was bent over a large pile of pillows. With her arms pulled out in front of her, and her legs pulled apart and behind her, she presented a marvelous sight. She has a lovely ass: nice wide hips and full round globes. The effect of having her bent over was to present her ass, wide open to my view. As she was angled forward, her pussy was available as well. The pillows supported her completely and she was, largely, helpless. 

"What are you going to do now?" she said, with mock innocence. 

So I slapped her ass; not very hard, just hard enough to be playful and get a little shriek out of her. Then I took my hand and began to let my fingers trail up the inside of her thigh. She began to giggle "that tickles!"

I laughed, lifted my fingers as they neared the top of her thigh and began at the knee on the other leg. 

Giggling harder now, she cried "Stop!" 

Her ass wiggling as much as she could, trying to escape my tickling touch. As my fingers reached the top of her thigh, they trailed along just beside her sex and then up, almost but not quite brushing her little puckered anus. Her giggles turned into a slight mewl. I climbed on the bed between her legs and began to softly stroke her bare skin just alongside her slit. Not quite touching her sex, but skirting as close as possible, and then darting away. I could see her arousal as her lips began to deepen in color and her slit began to open. Still though, I teased near her sex, not quite giving in to the temptation that her opening pussy presented. 

I also began to tease at her anus. One finger lightly circling around her little puckered hole. Her mewls began to get lower and became almost the low growls of a large cat. She tried to push against me, to shift her hips so that my fingers would finally address her aching clit, but the restraints made her efforts ineffective. 

Her growls conveyed her arousal and her frustration: "please," she finally said in a breathless moan, "stop teasing so much." 

I chuckled and my fingers, although wanting to touch her, left her skin completely. "Nooooo," she moaned. 

After a moment, I trailed one hand along her pussy. My middle finger slid up her wet slit, but I did not push in, only just barely touching her there. Again, I removed my hand and she moaned in frustrated pleasure. I waited a few seconds and then leaned forward and let just the tip of my tongue slide into her. As my tongue touches her clit, I hear a sharp gasp. And then I slide along the length of her pussy, my tongue just barely inside her. I can feel her quiver with excitement. When I reach her hole, I dart my tongue into it and then withdraw. 

Her lips are now swollen and flushed purple with arousal. I lean forward again and let my tongue slide gently over her lips. Taking one lip between mine, I suck and gently tug at it. Her moans are getting louder. Switching to her other lip, again I suck it into my lips, my tongue teasing it while my lips nibble on hers. Her wetness is beginning to drip down onto the stack of pillows. I touch her now swollen clit with the tip of my tongue and begin to lap deeply, slurping up her wetness as it tries to escape. Sliding up her slit and lapping her juices until I reach her opening. Darting my tongue in and out, I begin to tongue fuck her quickly, but not very deeply. She moans and tries to thrust deeper, but the restraints and awkward position leave the situation totally in my control. 

And then I stop: "Oh God no, more," she croaks, seemingly on the edge. 

I slide one finger into her wet pussy. Slowly I let it seek, deeper and deeper. Gently searching for her g-spot as my hand twists and turns the finger against her. When I find the treasured spot, I push against it with my finger for just a moment, and then release. Then my finger begins to rock, side to side, I slowly increase the pressure until she begins to moan and buck slightly. I slip a second finger into her pussy and I'm rewarded by hearing her moans intensify. Again, my fingers rock and massage at her g-spot. 

I bring my other hand up and begin to rub her ass. Running my hand over those sweet globes sends a pulsing sensation to the root of my cock. I think her ass is so sexy and to have it displayed for me, so open, is the realization of one of my most erotic fantasies. Slowly my hand rubs over her ass while the other continues the deep stimulation of her g-spot. I can tell she is getting close to an orgasm, her breath is coming in ragged moans. Her juices are dripping down my fingers and onto the bed. I lick one finger and place it gently at the center of her anus and begin to massage lightly. This sends her over the edge and she explodes in orgasm. 

As she begins to come down from her orgasm, I slide my fingers out of her vagina. I lick her juices off them, noisily so she knows that's what I'm doing: "mmmm, baby your cum tastes so good," I moan. She is panting and moans a weak reply. But my finger has not stopped its gentle massage of her puckered hole. During her orgasm, I could feel the muscles clenching and tightening. I reach over and add a little a lubricant so that my finger slides more gently over the thin tissue there. 

And then I press it in. She gasps at the sudden intrusion to her ass and I stop. My index finger is just barely inside her, not quite even to the first joint. I take my other hand and begin to gently rub her globes again, down her back and along her hips "relax baby, it's OK." I can feel the muscles in her anus begin to relax and I gently push my finger a little deeper until it stops against the inner ring. My other hand roams down and my fingers dance across her lips and the smooth, bare skin surrounding her pussy. I let my fingers find her vagina and slide in and out, teasing at her clit. Again, she moans and whimpers as I tease her electrified pussy. 

I resume pushing my finger into her anus; I feel her inner ring open and my finger slides almost effortlessly in until my knuckles are against her ass. She growls "God, that feels so full." She struggles a minute "give me second to get used to it," she almost pleads. My cock is throbbing. I'm not sure how long I can hold on. My other fingers find her vagina and I slide one in. She gasps and as my finger rubs her g-spot, she begins to come again. Juices are running down my hand in a stream and her anal ring grips my finger almost vice-like. "Oh God, baby, I'm so full. Oh god, it's too intense" She moans as her orgasm subsides. I can feel her anal muscles relaxing again and I slowly begin to slide my finger back out. Just before it clears the inner ring, I reverse direction and begin to finger fuck her ass. She grunts, but is so spent that she does not try to move or wiggle. Slowly, deliberately, my fingers work in and out of her tight ass. I can feel the muscles relaxing, admitting my thrusts more readily. I squirt a little more lube onto her hole, and at the top of the next stroke I pause. A second finger pushes its way into her ass and I hear her suck air in around her teeth. The muscles are more flexible and it passes the inner ring more easily. She grunts as my fingers slide knuckle deep within her. I stop at the bottom and twist my hand. She shudders and moans and I can tell that while this is a different sensation, it is deeply arousing to her. 

But my cock will not be patient any longer, so I slowly remove my two fingers completely from her tight hole. Squirting more lube on my rock hard cock, I line it up against her anus. She is moaning now, as she realizes what is next, "I want to feel your dick in my ass," her voice breaks and I know she is actually nearing a third orgasm. I slowly push my purple head in. When it hits the inner ring, I feel her muscles begin to open and my head almost pops as it passes through. And then it slowly sinks deep into her ass. I can feel the tight ring sliding down my shaft until it grips me near the base. I stop and catch my breath giving her a minute to get used to the fullness. I can hear her panting and moaning. 

My hand begins to tease at her soft pussy lips again and I seek out her hard clit. I hold the position, buried in her ass, for a moment while I let my fingers bring her arousal up again. But my cock demands to thrust and I grab her hips and slowly slide up. As I feel the ring get to the underside of my helmet I reverse direction and push into her. 

She gasps and I can feel her start to shudder and shake "God yes, fuck my ass," she yells as she begins to cum again herself. 

I plunge deep with in her and my balls tighten. I can feel the root of my cock pulse and the warm cum pumps deep into her. I cannot thrust, I simply hold her hips with my pulsing cock buried in her ass. 

In a moment it is over. I slip my softening dick out of her anus. She is lying, spent, on the pillows herself. I survey her gorgeous figure again. The cum seeping out of her anus, her juices on the pillows and bed and running down her thighs. I look at her flush face and she looks back at me and smiles. 

I flop alongside her so that I can look into her eyes and rub her back. "That was marvelous," I sigh. She smiles, sighs and closes her eyes for a moment. Opening them, "so, are you going to untie me now?" I chuckle "and why, prey tell, would I want to do that? As you've said, I've really got you over a barrel now."

Over a Barrel



He has me over a barrel, Jean thought wryly. Then she berated herself for laughing. Humor, she told herself, is not a normal reaction in this kind of situation. Feeling sexually aroused while you're being kidnapped -- that isn't normal either. A normal person would be scared to death. Jean wondered briefly when it was she had stopped being normal. She knew it was mostly Paul's doing. From the time she met her "boy-toy" as she called him, he'd been pushing her limits. Now she had no idea where those limits lay. 

Jean listened as the truck roared down the highway. Inside the truck, small drafts of air moved in puffs against her body. They slid past her skin with the feel of fine silk, leaving her pussy feeling cool and damp in their wake. Jean had tried to be fearful, but hadn't quite managed. Having failed that, she had tried to relax, but couldn't manage that either. Ultimately, she gave up on all her attempts at self-control and gave herself over to the vagaries of the wind and to a fate beyond her control. Jean's captor sat in the cab of the truck congratulating himself on how well things were going. He thought back on earlier in the day. He had watched from down the street as Jean returned to her car. She'd removed the note he'd left taped to her steering wheel. She read the note, turned to look around, and then glanced at the note once more. "There's a tape recorder under your seat," the note told her. "Play it."

He'd watched as she sat in her car listening to his tape. He'd followed her movements as he played out the script in his mind. She had opened the glove box and removed the envelope he left there. She looked at the pictures of her with her lover, then looked around to see if someone were watching. The recording explained the price she would have to pay if she hoped to save her marriage ... and her lover's marriage as well. It was a blackmail message of course, but he'd worked hard to make it reassuring. He didn't want her money. He did not want to harm her. All he wanted was to have access to her body, for one day and one day only, to use as he saw fit. So long as she followed his instructions completely and made no attempt to see his face while he was with her, no harm would come to her. She could go on with her affair, and would hear from him no more.

In the rear of the box truck, Jean now was his possession. She was laying face down, bent over the side of a barrel. Two pieces of rope had been used to join her wrists to her ankles. The ropes had been threaded through a piece of wood as they passed under the barrel. The purpose of the wood was to keep the ropes, and therefore Jean's legs, widely spaced. Wooden blocks were set in place to keep the barrel from rolling. Jean couldn't see them, however. As instructed, she had climbed into the back of the truck, seen the barrel and the mask that awaited her, and had pulled the mask down over her head. Now she was tied to the barrel, mask still in place, and feeling more vulnerable than she had ever felt in her life. 

Jean hadn't tried to escape. She had quickly found out it was pointless. She would just have to take the man at his word, she'd decided. If she gave herself to him for just one day, she thought, it might be a small price to pay to keep her and Paul's love affair secret. 

Her captor had to be someone she knew, Jean was sure. Why else would he have taken the trouble to electronically alter his voice - both on the tape and when he'd tied her to the barrel? She'd run through a list of names in her head -- former lovers; people she'd worked with. Her ex-boyfriend Joe was a possibility, she thought, but she couldn't be sure. It could be any one of dozens of people, she finally realized.

For a moment, Jean imagined herself being strangled or stabbed where she lay. Inside the mask, tears welled up in her eyes. Once again she wished that Paul could be with her. With Paul she had always felt safe. Even that time when Paul tied her up and let two strangers fuck her, she'd felt safe and secure knowing that Paul was there to protect her. Paul had kissed her lips and stroked her face; the men had fucked her; and she had loved every minute of it. 

Paul had taught Jean how to trust again. He devised outrageous, scary adventures for her, and was always there to see that she made it through safely. But now, knowing that Paul wasn't with her, she found it hard to keep terror at bay. 

The slowing of the truck brought Jean's thoughts back to the present. She lifted her head, listening intently as the truck slowed to a stop, then backed up and stopped again. In moments she heard the cab door open and shut; heard the truck's back door rolling upwards. Its sheet-metal boomed like thunder overhead.

The man approached and spoke to her softly. His voice, still electronically altered, echoed in the enclosed space with otherworldly tones. But his words were reassuring. She had done well, he told her. He would not harm her or let her be harmed. He began gently stroking her back. Though it startled her at first, the man's touch had a calming effect on Jean. She sensed in his touch a caring that was quite different from the bid for power a violent person would have shown.

Still stroking her back, the man quietly voiced his intentions. He was very matter-of-fact about it. He would fuck her. Other men would fuck her. Her body would be used until she was worn out. The men would use protection when they fucked her, he said reassuringly. He would be there at all times to see that she wasn't harmed. If anyone asked her, she was to tell the men that she loved being tied up and fucked. In fact, she would beg them to fuck her if need be. When they were done, he would return her safely to her car. After that, her secret would stay safe forever.

His touch left her body and a long silence followed. The truck was so quiet that Jean thought he might have left her. She turned her head, straining her ears for a sound. The man spoke close to her ear, making her jump. "You look beautiful, you know," he told her. "Your skin almost glows." He began running his fingers lightly down her back. "Your ass is so inviting," he said as his finger's glided over her buttocks. They continued down her legs. When his fingers reached her ankles, they started back up. He was slow in his movements and did not speak again. It was as if he were using all his concentration to learn the curves of her body, the weight of her breasts -- by touch alone. His fingers traced every inch of her skin, making each nerve ending tingle. Goose bumps trailed his touch like static through the sky. Jean found herself fighting an urge to moan. She felt a fullness creep towards her breasts and vagina. Finally, soft as a whisper, his fingers trailed past her ass once again. They came to rest gently on the hair of her pussy. "Today is the day your haystack gets burned," he said softly into her ear. Then the man was gone. She heard his footsteps recede towards the back of the truck and felt the truck floor rise as he stepped from the tailgate. The door was pulled shut, and Jean felt the silence enclose her once more.

The man's touch had Jean conflicted and confused. She tried not to think about the tingle of her skin, the arousal of her body. She discovered a tension in her back and was ashamed to realize that she'd been lifting her ass while her captor had touched her. She tried hard to relax. Time crept by. She strained to listen to the outside world. She heard the sounds of trucks starting and stopping, their engines turning off or starting up. After a time, she realized that her truck must be parked in a truck-stop of some sort.

It seemed like forever, but at some point Jean could hear voices approaching. The words were indistinct, but the voices were clearly moving towards her. She heard the tailgate roll up and then she could hear the voices distinctly:

"Oh sweet Jesus!" "Would you look at that!" "That's sweet!" "Oh my God!" 

Jean listened as a chorus of comments came at her from behind. She felt her face flush with embarrassment as a surge of emotion swept through her. She knew very well the sight she presented; legs spread wide and cunt facing rear. As the men piled into the truck, she felt the truck sag under their weight. She had no time to dwell on her emotions.

Almost immediately, hands began touching her body. Ass, back, legs, cunt, tits -- no part of her, it seemed, was left untouched. A finger slid quickly inside her. A nipple was pulled; the other was sucked. A moment later, a cock pushed into her cunt.

The onslaught came as a shock. Jean arched her back to its limits and let out a strangled cry. Her cunt felt dramatically stretched, but her wetness there surprised her. After only a few strokes, she could hear her cunt beginning to squish. The man fucking her made no attempt at finesse. From the moment he was in her, he pounded her cunt with all the force he could muster. His cock felt thick and hot inside Jean. Her legs began to tremble. 

Teeth bit down on Jean's nipple. The bite was not hard, but to Jean it felt like a power line had been touched to her tit. She groaned, straining against her bonds as she felt her cunt spasm. She teetered on the verge of an orgasm, straining for foothold at the edge of a cliff. Her tits and cunt pushed upwards, as though a shift in their weight might keep her from falling. It didn't.

Jean tumbled into the abyss, or perhaps the abyss rose to meet her. Either way she was lost to this world. She came so hard, she could feel her head throb. When she finally was able to think again, she could feel trails of fluid drip down her inner thighs. She thought she might have cum so hard that she pissed herself. The pounding of the cock didn't stop. For some reason, Jean felt a sense of pride when the man slowed, groaned, and his cock seemed to swell within her. His cock withdrew and, without pause, another cock moved in to take its place.

Jean's ass lifted slightly. Otherwise she could do nothing but lay there. She noted that this second cock felt long and thin. It pushed into her so deeply she could feel the ache in her womb. It used her cunt until it too withdrew. Then a third cock moved in.

The third cock felt stubby and thick. Its thrusts were a blur -- a rhythmic pounding in Jean's mind and her cunt. A finger played with her clit. It started her moving, once again, towards the edge of the cliff. When she came this time, it didn't feel like a fall into an abyss. Instead, Jean felt a brief, blinding moment when her mind went white; then she had the sensation that her cunt was sucking on the cock within her. She enjoyed the sensation for a moment. Then felt her head lifted as a cock pushed into her mouth.

At first Jean found the cock in her mouth an annoyance. She would have liked to keep her attention focused on her cunt. Gradually though she began to enjoy the cock's taste and its texture. So long as it wasn't being pushed down her throat, Jean found that she could manage a rocking motion in time with the thrusts from behind her. 

Sometime during the forth or fifth man, clamps were hung from Jean's nipples. Her nipples were already sensitive, and the clamps hurt like hell. Jean cried out and pleaded, but to no avail. Gradually, the agony diminished to a dull aching throb. The clamps had weights attached. Jean came to know this by the sound of the weights clanking up against the barrel. Jean found her attention divided between the pounding of her cunt and the throbbing in her tits. The shock waves she felt each time the weights hit the barrel brought her closer to the edge until, once again, she was cumming. This time she felt her nipples swell even as her cunt was contracting. The pain was exquisite.

The clamps were soon removed from Jean's tits. She could no longer count the cocks that had used her. She had no strength left to respond. Someone put lubricant on her cunt, and though she hadn't felt a need for it, she was grateful. She knew her cunt would be sore tomorrow; then she thought how odd it was that she should think of that. She no longer strained at her bonds, but her ass seemed to lift of its own accord. As another cock fucked her, a finger pushed into her asshole ... then two fingers. She knew what was coming, and knew also that she'd be powerless to stop it. 

When a man moved in and pressed his cock to Jean's ass, he pushed into her with surprising ease. Jean attributed this partly to her complete exhaustion. The man had lubed her up, had stretched her out with his fingers, and when he had entered her, Jean found that she couldn't summon the strength to close her ass. The man thrust a few times, gaining speed as he did so, until Jean felt him pounding away at her insides. Jean felt each thrust compress her ass as he bottomed out deep within her. She found herself grunting in time with the slap of her cheeks, each thrust pushing her cunt hard against the barrel. She felt his balls slamming up against the wetness of her pussy. Jean realized with some surprise that she was enjoying these feelings. 

Jean had no time to wonder about the buzzing sound - not before a vibrator was pressed to her clit. She tried to pull away; her clit was so sensitive. But the man slammed into her ass, and the vibrator slid into her pussy ....

Before Jean knew it, she was cumming again. The orgasm came over her so fast that she lifted her head and screamed. As the vibrator buzzed inside her, and the cock throbbed in her ass, she felt as though a flood were surging within her. It carried the silt and sand of awareness straight toward the delta which lay at her cunt.

It wasn't until her orgasm subsided that Jean realized how loudly she had screamed. Her scream had been loud enough apparently to have frightened some of the men. While a man stepped up to use Jean's wide-open ass, others began leaving. Jean lay there limp as a rag doll while her ass got fucked. She could hear men climbing down from the truck, talking to each other as they walked away. Perhaps it had dawned on the men that they might have crossed some line of legality. Jean couldn't even form that thought. All she knew was that this last man pulled from her ass, left the truck, and she could no longer hear men around her. 

"I'll drive us back to your car now," Jean heard her captor say. The truck door slammed closed, and Jean just lay there, a throbbing, dripping, sweating mass of flesh.

Jean was hardly aware of the truck's movements. When the truck stopped, it never occurred to Jean that the man might now decide to kill her. He didn't. The man climbed into the back of the truck; told Jean to keep her mask in place while he untied her. Then he spoke to Jean in soft tones.

"Tomorrow, I want you to tell Paul everything that happened here today. Tell him what you were willing to sacrifice for his love. Tell him how much you enjoyed getting fucked by all those strangers." 

Then the truck door slammed shut and the man was gone. Jean pulled off her mask and sat on the floor of the truck unmoving. Finally she dragged herself to her feet and put on the clothes the man left there. There were only two items of clothing -- a pair of red shoes, and a cape which Jean wrapped around herself as she climbed from the truck.

Epilog

The next day, Jean had lunch with Paul. She told him all that had transpired. She went into great detail, describing all she could remember. Paul looked shocked, horrified and amazed. 

"Are you okay," Paul finally asked? "Do you need to go to the hospital?"

"No, I'm fine," Jean told him. "The truth is, I really enjoyed it,"

Paul looked a little relieved. "But you must have been terrified," he said.

"No," Jean told him. "I knew it had to be you - setting me up; pretending to be my blackmailer. I knew you wouldn't let anything bad happen to me."

Paul's mouth fell open and he sat looking stunned. For a full minute he didn't say a word.

"When did you know," Paul finally asked?

"Just now," Jean told him.

Paul spent the next 15 minutes apologizing to Jean profusely. He was almost about to cry, Jean saw. He'd had a fantasy, he told her, and he got carried away. He swore repeatedly that if Jean would only forgive him, he'd never do anything like that again. He went on and on until finally Jean started laughing.

"What's so funny," he asked with a crazed look on his face.

"You are," Jean laughed at him. "If you're expecting to have make-up sex, you're going to have to wait a week ... and it serves you right."



Over a Barrel



"Aw seriously?" I sighed. My uncle paused on his way out the door of his deserted pub. 

"It's only for a hour or two at most, Ally," he replied. "If it gets busy it's not fair to have Shaun on his own. I won't be long."

I was bitterly regretting my kind deed of dropping my dad's fishing gear down to my uncle. I'd only been roped into helping out behind the bar for the afternoon while he ran off to the cash n carry. 

He slammed the door a little too vigorously and I turned back to look at Shaun, the barman my uncle had hired at the beginning of the summer. He said nothing but smirked.

He was hot. About six foot two I guessed, with a strong build and dark hair which seemed effortlessly and handsomely messed. His strong arms were folded over his chest, which seemed taut and tight under his plain black shirt. Sparkling blue eyes were now gazing out at me with amusement.

"You're not exactly dressed for this," he said. His voice was deep and dripped masculinity. I found myself thinking about kissing his smiling mouth.

It was true. I was in a small summer dress,which hardly covered my ass, bare legged and flip flopped. 

"It's not like we'll be busy," I retorted. How was I going to work with this guy for an entire afternoon?

"Can you pull a pint?" he snapped back. 

"Yes." I snarled.

"Show me then."

Walking behind the bar, I picked up my handbag, threw it underneath the optics, and grabbed a pint glass. I poured a Guinness, waiting a moment before topping it off, letting it settle. It wasn't my first time getting roped in to help at the pub.

"Hmmm," he said, leaning over me to reach the glass, and taking a sip. "That's perfect. You clearly know what you're doing." He smiled roguishly, and I knew exactly what he was thinking. 

He was so close now that his crotch was nudging against the fabric of my dress. We both wanted something more than Guinness.

I could feel something hard nuzzling against the thinness of the cotton. His belt or something else? There was a wetness between my legs at the thought. 

"Um," he said, and the moment passed. "I think we might need some lemonade. I'll, um, be in the storeroom."

He left and the absence of him suddenly made me twice as horny. Even if it was just to look at him again, I had to be near him. The smell and sight of this gorgeous man was just too much to bear. 

I followed him to the storeroom. I didn't even think what my excuse would be. 

The door was open, and to my surprise I could hear little grunting moans. 

"What the-"

He was there with a huge erection, jeans open, pumping his fist furiously.

He halted immediately. He went pale but I noticed he was still standing to attention. His cock was huge, and I was now so wet my knickers were soaked through. 

"Jacking off to me, I hope?" I smiled.

I saw myself as he saw me. Five foot six, long red hair, tiny waist, big DD tits straining the fabric of my cotton print blue polka dot dress, which skimmed the tops of my thighs. 

"Oh Jesus," he said. "I'm so fucking sorry. You must think I'm-"

I walked over to him and thrust my mouth onto his, one hand running through his hair and the other pumping his cock. 

His hands stroked a path down my spine which made me shiver, then swooped under my dress. He touched my ass and pussy outside my underwear, until he suddenly whipped off my knickers, his fingers finding my clit and circling under I began to lose control. His breath was coming short and fast as I rubbed my hand vigorously up and down. I slowed down. I didn't want him to cum yet, there was so much more we could do. I pulled off his shirt. His body was as I predicted, taut and strong, with a six pack you could crack nuts on.

While he went in ever quickening circles he had yanked my dress off. He was popping my bra open, and he was no longer kissing my lips, but my nipples, working them with his tongue until I thought I was going to die from the pleasure. 

He thrust two fingers into me, still working my tits with his mouth, moving in and out with his fingers. We were standing up, and he was supporting my whole body with his fingers and tongue.

I shoved him against the door, which shut behind us, locking out the outside world. I pulled my breasts away from him and he withdrew his fingers as I went down along his body with my mouth, planting kisses along his divine physique until I took his cock deep into my mouth, building up a rhythm that made him groan and cry out. Tasting the salt of his pre-cum, I slowed down and rolled my tongue around the head of his penis. He could take no more, but I wanted him to finish deep inside me, so I moved my mouth upwards. I kissed his beautiful mouth, our tongues meeting and caressing each other. 

He pushed me gently over the crates of beer, and began to kiss my breasts and stomach, his mouth tantalizingly working further and further down. His soft tongue was a delicious contrast to his stubbly chin. I needed him to go down on me.

"Please," I cried.

He looked up and grinned wickedly. "Beg me."

"Please," I cried again. "Please lick my pussy."

He didn't need asking twice. He began slowly, working his tongue around my clit, swirling until I was on the edge, then he tickled my slit with his tongue, kissing me until, after a while- it might have minutes or hours, I was totally insensible- my whole body shuddered with an amazing, electric orgasm. He kissed my mouth as I came and I knew we were still not finished.

"Bend over," he whispered, and I did as I was told, keeping my back level but arched, placing my hands against the wall, which felt so cold to my burning skin. 

His huge cock tickled between my parted legs. For an agonising second I wondered where he would stick it, or if he would just keep teasing me. I ached for him.

Just when I wasn't expecting it he plunged deep into my pussy. His bigness took me by surprise and I cried out; he was the biggest I'd ever had. My pussy filled, he began beating a rhythm, circling my nipples with his hand. 

He was beginning to lose control. He pounded harder and harder, until I thought that I was going to pass out. Harder and harder still until I too began to lose all reason, I was being fucked senseless. One hand was circling my right nipple, the other was stroking my clit. I was going to die from pleasure. His balls slapped against my ass, beating a tattoo that accentuated my agonising bliss. All that mattered in the world was this, his cries of pleasure mingling with mine. 

Thrusting harder and deeper, he slowed suddenly, running his fingers down my hair and into my mouth. They tasted of my own body. 

I was just about to ask him what he was doing, but he took the answer from my mouth. He fucked me with an even greater intensity, so much so that it was beginning to hurt, but the best and most amazing pain I'd ever known. Fingers circling my clit added to my bliss, a bliss that was just in front of me... 

And then he shuddered his way into orgasm, just as I tipped over the edge of pleasure. 

Giving one last complimentary thrust, we parted, kissed, and went back to work.



Over a Barrel



Halloween was fast approaching and Amy could hardly wait. She and her husband Mark were hosting this year's company Halloween party. The last few parties had been great and she knew this one would be lots of fun. She worked with a great group of people, and adding in their spouses or partners there would be 24 people attending. The party was this coming Saturday night and Amy and her husband were almost done with the preparations.

She was at Holly's desk talking about the weekend with Holly and several of the girls at nearby desks when her boss marched over. As usual, Mrs. Farnsworth looked angry.

"Haven't you got work to do? Am I the only one that gets anything done around here? You know that I wouldn't hesitate to fire the whole bunch of you. Now get busy!"

Amy scooted back to her desk and everyone started looking busy. Boy, how Amy hated that bitch! She treated everyone like servants, and was constantly threatening to fire anyone who didn't jump at her command. Everyone in the office hated her. Her name was Janice Farnsworth, but no one was allowed to call her anything but Mrs. Farnsworth. Never the less, Amy used a pleasant voice.

"Are you sure you won't come to our Halloween party, Mrs. Farnsworth? We'd all love to see you there."

Mrs. Farnsworth spun at her. "I wouldn't be caught dead at one of your childish parties!" She spun again and went into her office.

Steve came over toward Amy's desk with a smile on his face. "Wow, she's on the war path again. She needs to get laid. No wonder her ex-husband moved to Alaska!"

The girls all chuckled. Steve spoke to Amy. "So, is everything set for Saturday? Did you buy out the local liquor store?"

"We're just about ready, Steve. In fact, Mark is out buying the liquor today." Everyone liked Steve. The poor guy had the unpleasant job of being number two to Mrs. Farnsworth, but he always kept his sense of humor.

"Good", he replied and turned to the group. "Are you ladies looking forward to this as much as I am?"

Holly, Carol, Connie and Celeste all said yes and smiled. Steve waved a goodbye and moved on.

Late on Friday Amy got an email from Mrs. Farnsworth.

"Amy, I got a call from corporate today. It seems that one of the shareholders wants to supply entertainment for the company party. He will contact you tonight via your personal email address, which I provided him. Apparently he has a game that he wants you to play. It is imperative that everyone participate. Don't make me look bad! Everyone must play or you'll all be looking for new jobs on Monday.

"I don't approve of this nonsense in any way. I don't want to know anything about this stupid game. Just do as you are told!"

"What a bitch." Amy read it again then thought about it. She already had some activities planned but who knows, maybe this could be fun. She got her things and left for the weekend.

Once home, Amy went to check the basement. This is where the party would be held. The finished portion of the basement consisted of a large party room with couches, tables, chairs, a bar, and an entertainment center. Near the rear was a full bathroom and a separate entrance.

The decorations were all in place. All she would have to do tomorrow was spray some fake cobwebs and turn on the music. Her co-workers would all bring their assigned dish, and she and Mark were ready to cook the meat and chicken tomorrow. Mark would stock the bar tonight.

Mark came down carrying the first box of alcohol. "I think we're ready, honey. It'll be a party to remember."

"That it will! Thanks so much for all of your help, dear." She gave him a kiss and went to start dinner.

When they were through eating, Amy went to check her email. There was an email with the subject 'Entertainment for the company Halloween party'. She clicked it open.

"Hello Amy. My name is Ronald Thurston. I am the major shareholder in the company for which you work. I was informed of your Halloween party and I would like to contribute something to entertain you and your work friends."

"This isn't all about being generous. I am going to ask you and Mark to help me with a personal matter. You see, my wife has been unfaithful to me. As part of this unfaithfulness she also stole a large sum of money from me. I am divorcing her. I could turn this all over to the police and the IRS and she would spend many years in jail. However, we had some good years together and I don't particularly want to see her in jail. So, I gave her a choice. She could either face the law for what she had done or she could submit to a punishment of my choosing."

"She has agreed to take the punishment. Before I explain your involvement let me tell you a few things about myself and my wife, who will remain nameless. Please keep this confidential."

"We are both into what many people would consider "kinky" sex. I am very dominant and she is very submissive. She gets excited by being humiliated and used. Pain brings her pleasure. She has her most intense orgasms when all control is taken from her. She acts like she doesn't enjoy it, but she very much does."

"Our marriage is over, but I still love her enough to give her what she wants. So, the punishment I devised will be torturous to her, but in the end satisfying to her. And to me."

"This is very important to me. I hate to put it this way, but I absolutely need you and Mark to do as I ask. I spoke to your supervisor, Mrs. Farnsworth, about this. She was quick to offer to fire any employee that does not participate in my plans. So your job and all of your fellow employees' jobs are on the line.

"Please have your husband read this email with you, then open the attachment and read it together. And do not, I repeat DO NOT tell anyone else about this before that person arrives at your party."

A stunned Amy walked to the living room. "Mark, come here. You're not going to believe this!"

They read the email together then decided that they didn't have much choice but to read the attachment.

Saturday morning a delivery truck arrived with several large crates. Mark had the men take them to the basement. He and Amy started opening boxes and sorting things out. They had both done their homework and were ready for what would be an unusual night.

The guests started arriving at eight o'clock. By eight-thirty everyone was in the basement. They were all in costume and each had a drink in their hand.

"Hey Mark, what's with the stage? Did you hire a stripper?" asked Holly's husband Gary.

Amy answered. "Something like that. It's a surprise." The mingling crowd battered Mark and Amy with questions but they refused to answer.

At nine o'clock Mark got the text message that he'd been waiting for. He went upstairs, made sure that none of the guests were up there, then opened the front door. A rough-looking guy got out of an old pickup truck and went to the passenger side. He opened the door, pulled out a person with a cloth sack over their head and led them to the house.

"Are you Mark?'

"Yeah, that's me. I guess this is my package?"

"That's right, she's all yours. And make sure that you do what you were told. This guy doesn't put up with any bullshit." He turned and went to his truck. Mark took the "package" and led her to a bedroom. He clipped her handcuffs to the bed as instructed then went back downstairs. Amy saw him return and Mark nodded to her. They both moved to just in front of the small stage set against the wall.

Amy turned down the music and clapped her hands to get everyone's attention.

"Everyone, I have a very strange story to tell you about what is about to happen. You are about to participate in the strangest thing you will ever see."

"Last night I got an email from a rich and powerful man. His wife had betrayed him, had an affair, and stolen a lot of money from him. Instead of turning her into the police, he offered her the chance to accept a punishment from him. She accepted the punishment. It also seems that this couple had a dominant/submissive relationship and were into some pretty kinky things."

"This man devised the punishment that you'll participate in tonight. How do I know that you'll participate? Probably for the same reason that I know that I'll participate."

"Per his instructions I will now read his message to us." Amy looked at Mark, then at the others gathered around. She pulled out a piece of paper and began to read. It was a printed version of the attachment that came with the email.

It started with body from the email. "Hello Amy. My name is Ronald Thurston.................." 

The room was silent when Amy finished. Everyone just looked at each other with their mouths hanging open.

Then everyone started to speak at once. "So we have to punish the thieving wife or we get fired? They can't do that!" "I'm sure that bitch Farnsworth is hoping she can fire us all!" "You know she'll find a way to do it." "She'll just make up some bad performance bullshit." "What do we have to do, whip her or something?"

Amy raised her voice. "Everyone, quiet please. I think we'd all agree that Mrs. Janice fucking Farnsworth would find a way to fire us if we don't participate. Also, it seems like this cheating thief of a wife will actually get a sexual kick out of this. If we refuse, she'll end up in jail. And we'll be unemployed."

"Plus, well, what the hell! It might be sort of kinky fun. Who hasn't fantasized about seeing something like this? Or maybe spanking some over-sexed stranger? " She pointed to the center of the ceiling. "That's a camera, and there are two more mounted on the stage. The feed will go live to some private website. The husband is going to be watching."

Celeste spoke up. "I say we do it. Like Amy says, what the hell? I'll spank the bitch's ass. And if the husband wants to jack off while watching, let him."

Again everyone was talking at once. "I know Dale wants to to do it. He's always wanted to spank me!" "I guess if my husband's going to grope another girl's ass, I might as well be watching." "Can I spank her tits?" "I'm already getting horny! We'll all get laid tonight!"

Amy interrupted. "So are we all in?"

The crowd started chanting. "Yes, yes, yes."

Amy held up her hands. "Alright, we'll do it! But if you think this will just be a spanking you're mistaken. This will go to a level that you can't even imagine! A few minutes ago, the wife was delivered. She's upstairs. Mark, turn on the cameras and the lights and go get her."

Mark flipped the switches. He had already checked the setup this afternoon and knew everything was working. Then he went upstairs. The room buzzed with excitement.

Mark returned, slowly leading a figure down the stairs and over to the stage. The person wore a long loose overcoat that dragged on the floor and a black silk bag over their head. There were leather cuffs around each wrist. The wrist cuffs were attached to each other behind the person's back.

Mark loosened the tie, then pulled the bag off of the head. A collective gasp went up when the crowd saw that the head was encased in a black leather hood. The entire head was covered down to mid-neck. There were no holes except for breathing holes over the nose and a large cut out for the mouth. The mouth was wide open and stuffed with a large red ball gag which was strapped around the back of the head.

The person inside tried to speak and couldn't. When it began to squeal and squeak it became apparent that it was definitely a woman. Mark held her by the shoulders.

Mark looked for a big guy to help him hold her. "Steve, give me a hand. Hold her while I unhook her wrists." Steve stepped up and held her tight while Mark unhooked the chain between the wrist cuffs. Then each guy held an arm.

Mark grinned at his wife. "Amy, why don't you and Celeste unwrap the rest of the package." The girls stepped up and started unbuttoning the coat. The crowd couldn't see past the girls as they quickly removed the coat. They stepped back to reveal the woman.

The crowd went wild. "Holy shit!" "Oh my God!" "Unbelievable!"

Below the hood the woman was bare to the waist. She had big, firm tits topped with long thick nipples. She wore a blue latex garter belt that held up blue latex stocking that went almost to her crotch. Another set of leather cuffs were on her ankles. Her hairless pussy was on display. Written crudely across her stomach in black marker were the words "FIST ME".

She moaned and whimpered but didn't really put up a struggle as the men pulled her up onto the stage. They held her there as Amy retrieved a box from under the stage. Then she held up the piece of paper again.

"OK, here are the instructions. Attach the wooden dildo into the hole near the front of the stage." She pulled a long wooden phallus from the box. It was big, about two inches in diameter and about a foot long. The dildo had circles and numbers painted around it. 

"Let me see that thing", said Celeste. Amy handed to her. "Jesus, it's marked one through ten inches so that we can see how deep it goes into her. And it's a fat fucker." Celeste handed it to Holly. She handed it around until everyone had seen and felt it.

Amy took the dildo and twisted it into the hole on the small stage. It screwed down tightly and stood straight up.

"Next, lubricate the dildo fully and thickly." She pulled a extra large bottle of lube from the box. "I can't get this paper messy. Who wants to do the lube?"

"Get up there ,honey." This came from a co-worker named Gary as he pushed his wife forward. She squirted lube all over her hand and the dildo then rubbed it all around. Amy pulled a pile of towels from under the stage and handed her one.

"Next step is to get her over the barrel. Mark, go get it. Gary, take Mark's place." 

Mark scurried toward to back and returned holding what looked like a barrel. 

"OK, guys, move her toward the front." They two guys pushed her forward until she was standing almost at the dildo. Mark set the barrel on it's side behind her. The woman didn't put up any fight as Mark positioned her lying with her lower back on the barrel and her feet on the floor. He reached into the barrel and pulled out a thin leather strap and ram it across her waist. He then stepped around and attached the end to the inside of the barrel. He pulled it snug, but not terribly tight.

Amy went on. "Attach the wrist cuffs to the clips on the poles near the back of the stage." Steve and Carl each took a wrist and pulled them back to the round metal poles at the back of the stage. Mark attached the wrist cuffs to the clip on each pole. The woman's hands and arms were now loosely restrained at about shoulder's width apart.

"OK, Steve and Carl, you don't get to have all the fun." Amy smiled at them. "Step down, please."

"Next instruction. Oh, wow. I need two guys and a girl. James and Rick, come on up. Each grab a leg at the ankle. Fold her legs back until her feet are sticking straight up". They did as instructed. "Now pull her legs wide apart."

They pulled her legs wide. Her pussy and ass were displayed to the crowd. There was a round ended butt plug in her ass.

Amy looked on. Her voice was a little huskier. "Well, you don't see that every day. Our instructions are to all have a look at and a smell of this thief's cunt. Don't be shy, one at a time come up and have a smell and close-up look. Like this."

Amy leaned in until her nose was just inches from the cunt. She pulled a deep breath and took a close look. She'd never seen a cunt up close like this before. It was really quite pretty. The inner lips were pulled apart and moist. The woman's clit was poking out at the top. She was pulled open and Amy could see up her hole to the pink inner walls inside. She looked at the plug in the woman's ass and wondered how big it was. Amy felt her own cunt twitch.

"Come here, Mark." She slid sideways and Mark moved his face in next to Amy's. He too pulled a deep sniff of her smell. "Look at her clit poking out. And look, you can see up inside of her."

Mark spoke softly in the quiet room and everyone could hear. "I love you Amy but I gotta say. Her beautiful cunt smells delicious."

Celeste sounded annoyed. "Quit hogging that pussy. Move along."

Everyone laughed as Amy and Mark reluctantly moved from the stage. Carol and her husband Dave were next. They stepped up and took a big sniff simultaneously, causing more laughter. They quietly spoke and pointed for a moment, then moved back. Another couple took their place. Men switched places holding the woman's legs while the others looked. On it went until all twelve couples had had their face time with the woman's pussy. She was moaning the whole time

"I think we need a woman's tender touch for this part. Who has experience with ass play? We need someone to pull out that butt plug then lube up her ass. That's where that big dildo is going." Amy pulled a box of surgical gloves from under the stage. "The instructions say that from here on we need to be wearing a glove."

The crowd was speaking again. "That big thing is going in her ass?" Oh, Jesus, this I've got to see!"

A younger blond, Tony's girlfriend Ann, stepped forward. "I'll do it. And don't ask!"

Amid the chuckles Ann moved onto the stage, She pulled a glove from the box and put it on her right hand. The crowd moved in closer around the front and sides of the stage. Ann grabbed the base of the butt plug and tugged gently.

"It must be a big one," Ann said. She pushed the plug around like she was stirring a mixing bowl. Pulling more firmly she felt the plug start its way out. The woman moaned loudly. The crowd watched as the woman's anus stretched around the retreating plug. It pulled the hole open until it was about an inch and a half dilated. Ann kept pulling until the plug pulled free then showed it to the crowd. It was six inched long. Ann set the plug on a towel that Amy held out to her .

"Well, they did her a favor, At least she's opened up for that big dido." Ann pulled the woman's ass cheeks apart and they could all see that her anus hadn't closed. It was an open one inch circle.

Ann picked up the bottle of lube and shot several big squirts into the open asshole. She then covered the fingers of her gloved hand in lube and pushed two finger up inside. The woman groaned again as Ann slid her fingers in and out and rubbed the woman's inner anal walls. Ann then rubbed lube around the woman's ass cheeks near the hole.

"She's as ready as she'll ever be. How are we going to do this? Ann asked.

Amy looked up from the sheet of paper. "We're supposed to slide the barrel forward, then roll her forward until her asshole lines up with the dildo. Then, roll it again until it goes up her ass six inches. Mark, you and the guys get her lined up. Ann, since you're the expert, although I'm sure you've never done anything like this, you guide her ass down onto that telephone pole."

More chuckling was followed by comments and talk as the men moved things around and tested the fit. It took a few tries until everything was lined up properly. Amy moved up with Ann and they each grabbed an ass cheek and held them wide. The men slowly rolled the barrel until the dildo touched the woman's asshole. Ann knelt down and looked closely, then told the guys to slowly roll the barrel. The fat wooden dildo started up the woman's ass. She moaned loudly and constantly. Ann checked the markings on the dildo and stopped the men when six inches were up the woman's ass. The woman's feet were lowered onto the stage and pushed under her until she was able to use them to support herself. This left her squatting on the dildo with her arms pulled tightly from behind.

"OK, pull her feet a little farther forward and apart until you can hook the ankle cuffs to the chains at the front of the stage." Amy read some more then spoke. "She should be able to push and pull to roll the barrel a little so that she can fuck herself. Hey woman, can you roll the barrel?




Over a Barrel



The woman was panting and didn't seem to hear. Then her legs pushed up slightly and the barrel rolled back a bit, pulling the dildo out to the four inch mark. She relaxed her legs and the barrel rolled forward. But she relaxed too much and the dildo slid in to the eight inch mark. She screamed through the gag and hood as she pushed herself up again.

This seemed to bring the woman out of her relaxed state. She started to thrash and scream through the gag. The movement got the barrel moving so that she was fucking her ass while she struggled. Everyone stared silently at spectacle.

Celeste broke the silence. "Holy shit, she's fucking her own ass. And she knows that a bunch of us are watching her. I guess Mr. Big wasn't kidding when he said she was into this kind of stuff."

Amy brought out a white board and an easel from under the stage and set them up just to the side.

"All right, here are our instructions. Everyone here is supposed to take a turn putting on a glove, using lots of lube, and fist fucking her pussy. We are also instructed to pinch, twist and pull her nipples. She apparently likes nipple pain so we are supposed to really abuse her tits and nipples. For those of you who wanted to give her a spanking, this might be your outlet. "

"She will probably scream and howl but that is part of her reluctance act. The more we humiliate and abuse her the more excited she will become."

When the woman heard this she shook her head back and forth and howled and struggled, fucking herself again.

Ann went on above the noise. "Mr. Big sent me two videos to watch on how to fist a girl. I watched them last night and again today. I am to go first. Women have smaller hands, so all the women go next. When they're done and that cunt is stretched wide open, the men take a turn. All employees must do it and it is optional for all you partners. But Mr. Big hopes that we will all participate."

"When you are done you are to write your name on the white board so that the camera can see who has done it and who has not. I am to supervise and instruct you as necessary. We are firmly instructed to do no long-term damage to this woman, and I will personally monitor her welfare. Oh, and Mr. Big says to really abuse her nipples without mercy."

"Two other things. Mr. Big sent this vibrator, too. He says he wants her to have as many orgasms as we can draw from her." 

"Mark, please explain the last thing."

Mark walked to the front of the stage and reached underneath at the front corner. He moved a lever then did the same thing at the other at the other front corner. "The stage is spring loaded. I've released the locks. You can move the stage, and the barrel, by kneeling anywhere on the front edge."

Mark put his knee onto the stage and pushed down with his body weight. The stage lowered and the barrel moved slightly forward. The woman howled as the barrel rolled and the dildo went farther up her ass. Mark let up and the dildo retreated to the four inch mark. He next bounced his weight up and down. The barrel went back and forth and the dildo went from four inches deep to eight inches deep then back. Mark kept this up for a moment. He was fucking her ass as he bounced the stage.

Dave spoke up. "Holy shit, that fucker Mr. Big thinks of everything. With all his money he probably has setups like this in every room of the house!"

Mark was next. "Who knows? All I know is that he's going to punish her with a gang bang, well I guess a gang fisting. And she's going to get off on it! And so am I! And this is the best Halloween trick AND treat ever!"

"OK Amy, show us what you've learned."

Amy pulled a surgical glove onto each hand and generously coated them both with lube. She held her hands up to the crowd to demonstrate.

"OK, here is what the videos told me. First, use lots of lube, cover your hand up past the wrist. Second, the key is to properly stretch the muscles that form the ring of her opening. I will do that now. Third, work in four fingers then tuck your thumb into the palm of your hand and push and twist. The hard part, and the most uncomfortable for her, is when you push your knuckles past the ring of muscles. As your knuckles get in fold your four finger around your thumb to make a fist. Then push in farther so that your knuckles are past the ring of muscles. You should push in until your hand is buried to the wrist."

"Now comes the actual fist fucking. Move your arm in a fucking motion. You don't need to go too deep, just wiggle back and forth. With a hand my size she'll have almost five inches of penetration. Some of you big handed guys will probably be in seven inches and have a much wider fist. What I'm saying is that she'll be well fucked so don't think that you need a lot of on and out motion. Also, twisting your hand around while it's inside of her increases her stimulation as your knuckles press on different areas."

"So now I guess I should start loosening her up." She looked and made eye contact with several of the girls. Speaking softly she said, "God, I can't believe that I'm about to play with another woman's pussy. This is just so weird."

Holly stepped forward. "You're right about that. I'm sure none of us ever dreamed of doing something like this. None of us are lesbians and I for one have never touched a pussy besides my own. But hey, it's a once in a life time thing, right? Go ahead, Amy."

Celeste spoke up again. "Yeah, come on Amy, open her up. I wanna fist the bitch!"

The crowd agreed. "Go for it Amy!" Come on Amy, you can do it." "You know the guys will all do it." "The guys? I'm with Celeste, I want to fist this bitch while Mr. Big pulls on Mr. Little."

Amy took a deep breath and smiled. "All right, here goes my lesbian virginity!" She turn and knelt in front of the spread pussy.

She reached out tentatively and and ran her hand gently over the woman's mound coating it with lube from thigh to thigh. Extending her index finger she pushed it slowly inside. She pulled and pushed the finger until it was buried in the hilt. The woman on the barrel moaned softly. The crowd was pushed in tight and was silent.

"Honey?" It was Mark. Amy looked at him to her side as he held up his phone and snapped a picture. She smiled, shook her head then looked back at her finger.

Amy added a second finger. "Wow, she's tight. You'd think that with her wild sex life she'd be wide open."

She pumped the two finger for a few seconds and then added a third. She spent a full minute pumping and twisting her fingers. The woman was moaning and slowly moving her head from side to side. Cameras were clicking all around.

"Here is what I learned about stretching." Amy withdrew then pushed her first two fingers from each hand into the pussy at the same time. She pumped them for a while then stopped with the backs of her hands touching. Pulling her hands apart she slowly stretched the hole open from side to side and held it open. She went back to slow pumping and now did the stretching while she was withdrawing her fingers. Next she pulled and held from the top and the bottom.

Still using the four fingers Amy spent several minutes pumping and stretching side to side then top and bottom. The woman kept moaning and began to gently rock herself onto the dildo in her ass.

Amy pulled her left hand away. She put four fingers of her right right hand in the pussy and pushed deep. As she twisted and pumped she asked Mark for more lube. He grabbed the bottle and pumped more lube all over Amy's gloved hand.

"I think she's about ready for me to try. Hey woman? I hope you're ready. I'm going to fist you now." . Suddenly the woman screamed at the top of her lungs. She pulled on her chains and thrashed about. All this managed to do was to drive the dildo deeper into her ass and the fingers deeper into her pussy. After about fifteen seconds she settled back down and began a pitiful whimpering.

Amy spoke sharply to her. "Quit complaining, bitch! If you hadn't fucked some other guy and stolen all that money you'd be home in bed right now. You agreed to your husband's punishment and now you're going to take it!"

Amy tucked her thumb into her hand and pushed and twisted hard. The cunt was tight but Amy was determined. Her knuckled were tight to the entrance as she twisted all the way around.

"Here goes!" With a final push the knuckles slipped through and Amy formed a fist. Another little push and Amy was wrist deep into the woman's cunt.

The crowd broke into applause and cheering. Amy turned to face them with a big smile on her face. She pumped her arm in and out, laughing as cameras clicked all around.

Amy turned back and began pumping in short quick strokes. "I want to make her come. Someone hand me the vibrator. And let's not forget the other part. Mark, get up there and twist and pull on those big nipples!"

"Yes, ma'am!" Mark got on the stage and grabbed a nipple in each hand. He pulled them straight out until the woman's tits were stretched straight up. He shook her tits while holding the nipples. He let go and watched the tits fall back into place then grabbed again and twisted hard. He then pulled one nipple straight out again and slapped the side of the tit hard. Next he did the same to the other tit.

Amy smiled and watched Mark abuse another woman's tits. She had never wanted to fuck him as much as she did now.

"Let's make her come, honey!" Amy turned on the vibrator and rubbed in all around the woman's clit. She pumped and twisted her arm then held the vibrator firmly against the swollen clit. The woman was shaking and thrashing and moaning and wailing. Mark was ruthlessly working her nipples. The barrel was rocking and the dildo was fucking her ass.

Suddenly the woman was quiet and perfectly still. She held for a moment then screamed out her orgasm and thrashed wildly in every direction. Amy felt her cunt tighten so snugly that moving her hand became impossible. The woman lost control of her legs and sank on the dildo until her ass hit the stage. This seemed to make her come again as she screamed and shook violently.

After two minutes of spasms the woman started to calm. Mark rolled the barrel back until half of the dildo was showing below her. Amy slowly pulled her arm back. It was still a tight fit but Amy finally managed to withdraw until she could see her knuckles coming through. She unclasped her fist and slowly pulled her hand and fingers out of the throbbing pussy.

"How about a hand for Amy and Mark!" shouted Steve. The crowd broke into rowdy applause and catcalls. Amy and Mark came to the front of the stage. Amy pulled a glove off and grabbed Marks hand as they both took a bow.

Amy spoke up. "OK, lets give her a few minutes to recover. I need a drink! Girls, figure it out. Either form a line or draw straws or whatever. We don't want this to take all night so let's plan on about three minutes for each of you to fist her. We'll start again in five minutes."

Drinks were refreshed, bathroom trips were taken and food was nibbled. The conversation was lively and uninhibited. The girls decided to draw names from a party hat to see who was next. Everyone congratulated and hugged Amy and Mark.

Amy broke away and got a glass of water and a stir stick. She went to the stage and leaned over the woman.

"We're forbidden from removing your gag, but if you'd like some water I've got a small straw that I can probably slide past the gag. Do you want a drink?

The woman nodded. Amy held her head up and slipped the small straw between the woman's cheek and the gag. With some effort the woman drained half of the glass and said what sounded like thank you.

"You're welcome. I guess I should warn you. There are twenty-three more people here that are going to fist you. You see, we all work together and our boss, this bitch named Janice Farnsworth, has threatened to fire anyone that won't do it. And your husband is really pissed about you stealing his money and fucking somebody else."

The woman tried speaking but realized that it was futile. She just laid her head back and whimpered.

"Get ready. The line is starting to form. It'll be eleven women first then twelve men. Have fun, you slut." Amy pinched a nipple hard then left the stage.

Ann the ass expert was next. She lubed up her glove and got right to work. It took her a minute of pushing and twisting but then she was in. Her boyfriend Tony spanked the woman's tits and pulled and twisted her nipples. Cameras clicked away as the woman moaned and twitched.

Next came Celeste. She immediately grabbed the vibrator and shoved her fist in hard. Her husband worked the tits as she rubbed the vibrator harshly against the woman's clit. In just a couple of minutes the woman was screaming out another orgasm as her ass sank to the floor again.

Screams, moans, shouts and cheers filled the room as the women all got their turns. The woman over the barrel seemed to have an orgasm on every other fist. The list of names on the white board grew. Cameras clicked.

After the last girl was done Amy took the stage again. "All right, break time and then the men. We start again in fifteen minutes. Girls, get ready to do some nipple twisting! When the men are done there is a surprise grand finale. After that, our final instruction for ultimate humiliation is to unmask the woman!"

Amy took another glass of water to the woman. She took another long drink but didn't try to say anything so Amy didn't say anything, either.

After the break everyone crowded around the stage again. The men had insisted that Mark go first. He wanted to make the woman come again so he put on a glove and grabbed the dildo. Amy went up on the stage and yelled, "oh God, now I'm a nipple lesbian," as she grabbed the nipples and pulled them straight up like Mark had done.

Mark's hand was definitely the largest one to be pushed inside the cunt tonight. He had to struggle and twist quite a bit before his knuckles slipped in. As he slid in the woman screamed and shook. After seeing the way that the men had worked the nipples Amy wasn't shy about treating them much more roughly then she would ever treat her own. It took about five minutes, but no one complained. The woman screamed out in bliss and her ass hit the stage again.

The men took their turns at the cunt while their women worked over the tits. The woman seemed to be in a constant orgasmic state. She shook and moaned and howled the whole time. Cameras clicked and rude comments and cheers filled the room. By now the woman's cunt was wide open and the large fists easily pushed inside.

When the last man was done Amy took the stage again. "Ladies and gentlemen, Mark and I hope that you have enjoyed tonight's entertainment!" Amid the applause she continued. "As I said, we have two more instructions. The last is to unmask the harlot." More cheering. " For the grand finale our instructions are this. We are to remove the ass dildo. Then, Mark and I are going to both do it together. We're going to double fist the thief's pussy!"

Everyone pulled in tight. Mark rolled the barrel back as far as he could and the dildo pulled out of the woman. Amy wrapped the dildo in a towel, unscrewed it from the stage and tossed it to the side. Mark and Amy each put a glove on their right hand and covered them in lube.

"The videos showed double fisting, too. Mark, you get yours inside first. I'll slide my fingers in along your wrist until my knuckles get in. Then I'll make a fist right next to yours. Let's see if she can come one more time. Grab the vibrator."

Mark's fist went easily into the well stretched cunt. Amy got her fingers in up to the knuckles. Then things got tight. Amy pushed almost as hard as she could until finally the rest of her hand pushed through. The woman's head shot up trying to see through her covered eyes while she let out a ragged sound between a scream and a moan. People cheered and cameras clicked as Mark and Amy turned and smiled at the crowd while both their arms were buried to the wrist.

Turning back, Amy held the vibrator on the woman's red swollen clit. Mark and Amy both started pumping their arms. In about thirty seconds the woman began her screaming shaking dance as she exploded into uncontrollable orgasm. This time she almost managed to fall off of the barrel as she shook like she was having a seizure. It took five minutes before Amy was able to slowly withdraw her hand from the spasming cunt. Mark pulled out next as the woman just hung shaking over the barrel.

Amy and Mark then moved to the back of the stage and unhooked the chains holding the woman's wrist cuffs. They lowered her until she was sitting on the stage in front of the barrel. Mark unhooked the buckle on the ball gag and pulled it out of the woman's mouth. Amy stepped behind the woman and found the zipper at the rear bottom of the leather hood and unzipped it upward. A flap inside covered the woman's hair so it zipped open easily.

"All right. Mr. Thurston, I now reveal to you your gang fisted wife. She certainly has fulfilled her punishment!"

Amy slowly slid the hood forward over the woman's head. With a flourish she pulled it off. The air was sucked from the room as everyone gasped at once. No one spoke.

Amy moved around to look at the face. She gasped, too.

"Mrs. Farnsworth!"

Amy could hardly speak, but after a few starts was able to form words. "You stole the money?"

Janice Farnsworth was still quivering from her last orgasm. She, too, couldn't speak as she slowly looked at the assembled crowd. Amy handed her the half glass of water that was sitting on the back of the stage and helped her take a drink.

The woman began to speak slowly. "No, I didn't steal any money and I don't have a husband! I was walking to my car after shopping this afternoon and someone grabbed me from behind. I struggled, but whoever it was held a cloth over my face. I could smell a chemical smell. The next thing I remember is feeling something pushing up my ass and I was here!"

A stunned silence filled the room for almost a minute as everyone just looked at each other in shock. They had just gang fisted their boss.

It was Mrs. Farnsworth, still speaking slowly, who broke the silence. "Look, I heard the things you said tonight. I know that you thought I was some millionaire's money stealing wife. And that I'd fire you if you didn't participate. I don't blame you for this. Some one set this whole thing up to get back at me. I don't know who and I probably never will. I have to admit that I have lots of enemies. You all know that. You all hate me. I treat people badly and now I've paid the price."

No one had an answer to that.

Amy took control. "Mark, unhook her ankles. Carol, go find a robe in my bedroom. Connie, find a clean towel and wet it with hot water. Janice, how about a glass of wine?"

"Yes, thank you." Janice Farnsworth looked herself over. "God, whoever did this even shaved my pussy. You know, I've never even had anything in my ass before. And can someone help me get this latex stuff off? It makes me sweat so much and I guess I have nothing to hide from you people any more." She grinned and then began to softly cry. Amy knelt down and wrapped her in a firm hug.

Amy used the warm towel to wipe Janice down from head to toe then wrapped her in the robe. They got her to her feet and over to a seat at the bar. Mark set a glass of wine and some crackers and cheese in front of her.

Every person at the party came to Janice and gave her a hug. She refused to accept apologies saying that they weren't necessary. She and the others chatted comfortably for the first time ever. She asked to see some of the pictures. She even joked to one guy that he could probably park his car in her pussy.

The crowd started saying their goodbyes and filtering out. Amy and Mark both insisted that Janice spend the night in the guest room and she agreed. When everyone was gone Amy went upstairs and drew a bath. She helped Janice into the tub then sat with her in the bathroom and told her the whole story about the emails and everything else. She admitted that they had no idea where the video feed had actually gone.




Over a Barrel



Amy found a nightgown and set out some clothes and shoes for Janice to wear in the morning. She and Mark both tucked her into bed. Janice gave them each a kiss on the lips and thanked them for their kindness. She was asleep before they closed the door.

Amy woke early and went to peek in on Janice. She found an empty bed. The clothes were gone and so was Janice.

Amy walked into work a little late on Monday. There was a crowd of people mingling near the door. Holly pulled her aside.

"Janice has resigned from the company via an email. Her house is on the market and she's gone. No one knows where she is. Apparently she has a lawyer handling everything and he won't say a word except that she is safe and well and has moved from the area. And check your email. Everyone has been sent a copy of the video from Saturday night. It's probably all over the internet. "

Steve sat in his new desk chair. He had been promoted to Mrs. Farnsworth's old job and was now in charge of the entire office. He stared into space and thought about what had happened.

It really hadn't been that hard. He'd set up some fake email accounts, bought the stage from a kink shop in Los Angeles and set up a website to collect the video feed. Following her and grabbing her had been a breeze. Then he offered some loser in a bar $200 to drive her to an address.

The best part had been shaving the stuck up bitch's pussy then shoving that big butt plug up her ass. She was so groggy from the drugs that she hardly noticed when he came in her mouth. She just swallowed.



Over a Barrel



The sound of a door slamming startled her out of her deep slumber. It took a few minutes for the haze in her head to fade away enough that she could remember what was going on. She sat up and the room started spinning and her head was hurting as the memories of last night slowly came back to her. Her owners had some friends over last night and it was her job to keep their refreshments full but every now and then she would sneak a shot of whiskey in when nobody was looking which was against the rules. Her Master knew this was happening but let her do it anyway; not wanting to chastise her in front of the guests because he knew it would put her in a foul mood.

It wasn't until after the guests left that they confronted her about the drinking. When her Master told her Mistress she knew that was the end of her. Her Master came in, and without a word, grabbed her and held her while her Mistress cut off all of her clothing with a pair of scissors. She knew what happened after this because unfortunately she wasn't the most obedient slave and this was her fate more than she liked it to be. Her Mistress grabbed her hair and yanked so hard that she let out a cry. She had no choice but to follow her Mistress as she led her down into the basement where she knew she would be spending the night.

Her owners, although very strict and harsh at times, cared greatly for her so in the basement there was a cot for her to lie on and, on top of that, a folded burlap bag that she was to wear when she was down there. Her head was spinning from being pulled by her hair and most likely the whiskey as well, and all she wanted to do was lie down. She sat down on the cot as she heard the door to the basement closing behind her Mistress. It was always so cold down here she thought as goose bumps started covering her flesh. She picked up the burlap bag not wanting to put it on because of how much it itched but reluctantly did to help the chill a little. She was so tired from entertaining all night that after she put it on she curled up on the cot and fell right to sleep.

As the memories came back after the door awoken her she knew how much trouble she was in and, since this wasn't her first offense, how much she would be crying out for mercy by the end of the morning. She didn't have long to gather her senses as her Master grabbed her roughly off of the cot and without saying a word restrained her over a barrel that he kept in the basement just for infractions such as these. She knew better than to fight them as her Master pushed her over the barrel and grabbed her legs one at a time to put in the restraints. Her Mistress grabbed her wrists and restrained them on the other side of the barrel. The barrel was actually quite comfortable to lie on but her body was so stretched out that it made the punishment double in severity, or at least it felt like it.

She didn't have to wait long before the searing pain of a cane cut through her flesh. Her head pulled back the most it could in the tight restraints and whatever haze she had trouble shaking off when she first woke up was completely gone. The cane fell repeatedly time and time again each time just as hard as the first until she thought she couldn't take it anymore. She knew she was at her Master's mercy since he was the one wielding the cane and she was going to have to take whatever he wanted her to take. No more, no less. It wasn't until her butt was covered in angry cane welts that he stopped. She knew that they weren't done. The punishment, despite how hard it was, was never this short. Her Master admired the angry welts as he ran his fingers over her butt smiling with delight at the wonderful sight before his eyes.

Sometime during the caning her Mistress had gone upstairs to get some ice to bring down. The slave didn't realize that she had ice until she felt the first cube touch her flaming hot butt. She knew better than to say anything since they didn't take kindly to any attitude or back talk whatsoever and it would just prolong the punishment. She always received the ice treatment in between implements or spankings to cool down her butt and intensify the punishment. Her Mistress didn't even bother drying off her butt as she brought the prison strap high over her head and brought it down on the slave's butt. Her entire body tensed at the searing pain and sting of the strap on wet flesh. There was just something about that prison strap that made the pain radiate through her body. The strap came down time and time again until the slave was making so much noise that her Mistress had to stop so the neighbors wouldn't hear.

The slave thought the punishment was over until she heard her Mistress cutting off part of the burlap bag. This was new for her and she didn't know what would happen next but she didn't have to wait long to find out as her Mistress shoved the burlap bag in her mouth. It didn't take a lot of intelligence to know this was to keep her quiet so the slave bit down on the balled up burlap as the prison strap fell again. Over and over it fell until her tears formed a small puddle on the floor and her sobs grew quiet. They always had to push her to this point to teach her a lesson otherwise they knew they would be repeating this the next time they had her entertain guests.

Her Mistress picked up the ice again and let it melt over the slave's butt. They were harsh with her, but they were never outright cruel. They cared for her greatly and she knew it. Her Master undid the restraints one at a time and she just laid over the barrel until the ice was completely melted. He then grabbed her arm gently, helped her up and removed the burlap ball from her mouth. He hugged her tightly and told her she was forgiven. She stayed in his embrace for what seemed like eternity. She also felt so safe in his arms, so protected, so cared for, so loved. Her Mistress gave them a moment and then joined in the hug as well. They never failed at comforting her at the end even if they did leave her unable to sit. They cut the burlap bag off of her and helped her up the stairs into the master bathroom. Before they went downstairs to tend to her they had drawn a nice hot bubble bath to have her relax in afterwards. She stepped very gingerly into the bathtub and sunk down into the water as they left the bathroom to let her relax and regain her senses.