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Unexpected Poker Night

By: mabus



This story is rather long; I haven't been able to write for quite a long time, and this is what (finally) came out. I apologize for the ridiculous length, and I hope it is worth the time.

It was, initially, a very relaxed night in for Mike and Sharon. The two of them were enjoying a nice, quiet night at home, unperturbed by the idiocy of the Bush Administration, the futility of the war overseas, or even the bloviating blow-hard Bill O'reily. The whole immigration issue struck Sharon fairly hard; her grandmother had come over from Mexico years ago, fleeing an abusive husband, and her family had been here since. Mike was not particularly impressed, either. His view on immigration was a fairly typical anarcho-Marxist one: the land belonged to no one, and if anyone could actually claim ownership of the land, it would certainly be the American Indians, and not a bunch of stodgy white people. In fact, Mike was descended from a bunch of stodgy white people who had intermarried with members of various Caddo tribes in Texas on his father's side, and with Lugana-Acama tribes from New Mexico on his mother's side.

But none of that was of any consequence right now. The last two weeks had been rather busy. Mike had somehow managed to find someone willing to loan him enough money to start his mail order bondage equipment business about a year ago, and the last few months had seen him open an actual physical store. In the last two weeks, he had been busy designing and building new equipment, mostly as show pieces for the store. He had also had to hire some help. Of course, he managed to fit this around his rather busy concert attending schedule. Rob Zombie and Lacuna Coil had come to town, followed shortly by Ministry and Revolting Cocks. God Forbid was due in soon, and HIM had recently blown through.

Sharon was helping Mike test some of his new designs, and her body was beginning to tell the tale. The shows, of course, always got physical, and she had gotten trapped in the "crush" in front of the stage at the Lacuna Coil show. Mike, as always, was there for her, but there hadn't been any replays of the Tool concert, where he had to pull her out from underneath several large, clumsy idiots who didn't belong in the pit. They were both glad about that.

So tonight, the couple was simply going to relax. A little drink, a little smoke, and little else. No TV, no parties, no concerts. Just some nice drone doom metal, courtesy of Sunn0))). Very relaxed. No pressure, just a breather from their (willingly) hectic lifestyle.

Sharon stared across the table at Mike. His long hair cascaded to his waist in dark brown waves, while his oddly pointed and curled goatee truly lived up to its name, making his tanned face look something like a be-spectacled goat. The upper half of his face was mostly hidden in shadow due to the cap he had gotten at the Zombie show. His piercingly steel blue eyes were masked behind the glint of his glasses, the only thing visible under the low-pulled bill.

She knew that Mike loved her, and that he loved her body almost as much. She never could figure out why. Yes, she was dark skinned and had deep, brown eyes. He always went on and on about her thick, long, black hair. Yet she supposed he mostly like her large breasts, and her firm, well-rounded ass. It certainly wasn't anything like Jennifer Lopez's ponderous behind, but it was certainly well shaped and he swore it was just the right size. Of course, Mike always told her that he loved her mind and her soul more than her body, but he always added that her body certainly was icing on the cake. A deep, delicious girl, who looked great, too. How could it get any better?

So they sat and made small talk, just bull shitting about life in general, and how good the concerts had been. In couples that had just met, such things kept away the Awkward Silence, and many people just talked because the fear of that awful silence was so overwhelming. But with Mike and Sharon, and indeed with most other long-term couples, this congenial chatting was a very important part of their communication. Just enjoying each other's company and not forcing yourselves to be anything that you aren't, or that you don't want to be. To just be natural with one another. This was really the foundation of their love and affection--the fact that they could just talk and be together without being silly, or superfluous. They could put away all those masks that they wore everyday: he as shopkeeper and spokesperson, she as the dutiful and pragmatic librarian. Yes, these were certainly part of their personality, but only part. To parade that portion of themselves endlessly, day after day, caused the rest of themselves to atrophy and fade away. This relaxing night, with its small talk, was away of re-invigorating themselves, letting it all hang out, so to speak.

Mike was telling a joke, something he frequently did after sex despite Sharon's admonishments not to. "See, this dude walks into a bar. And he sees this horse standing behind the bar, taking drink orders. The dude just stands there and stares at the damn horse. The horse ignores him for a moment, but then turns and yells at the dude, 'Hey, what's the matter? Ain't ya ever seen a horse tending bar before?' And the guy snaps out of it and just says 'It's not that. I just didn't think the parrot would ever sell this place.'"

Sharon half laughed and half groaned into her hand and shook her head. Mike just grinned his goofy, lopsided grin at her and nodded his head.

Unexpectedly, there was a loud knock on the door. Mike jerked his head up and started to get up, while Sharon grabbed her pipe, ashtray, and tin and quickly walked across the kitchen to stash them away in a drawer. When Mike got to the door, he looked out the peephole, and saw Katie standing outside with someone he didn't recognize.

Opening the door cautiously, as was his nature, Mike got a better view of the two girls on the front porch. Katie was a fairly tall blonde girl with dark brown eyes. Her measurements were much smaller than Sharon's generous Hispanic proportions, but still fairly pleasing to the eye. Her companion was much different, however. Petite is an appropriate word, tiny mighty even suffice. She couldn't have been more than about 5'3", and her figure, though definitely feminine, was rather flattish. Mike gave the two of them a sideways glance, meant more for Katie than the other girl.

Sharon came bustling along to see what the hold up at the door was. Pulling it from Mike's loose grip, she held it wide open and immediately began speaking to Katie.

"Katie! What are you doing here? And who's your friend?" she inquired quickly and cheerfully, though Mike caught the slight hesitation in the last question, and the emphasis on "friend." He knew that his lover wasn't very happy about being intruded upon, especially by an unknown person.

The blonde girl answered. "Hi, Sharon! We didn't have much going on, so we thought we would stop by and see if you had some...time to spend with us." She ended her sentence lamely, belatedly remembering Mike's paranoia of police. She looked up at him, and caught a dark look and a hardened jaw line.

He turned after a moment, however, and addressed the small redhead. "You are...?" he asked tersely. 

The little redhead glared defiantly up at him and said. "I'm Christy. Katie's friend." With that she turned to Sharon and said, more pleasantly, "Katie's told me so much about you. She said you're a good friend and that you know how to have a good time." She smiled at Sharon, ignoring the glowering look from Mike.

Sharon had always liked having people around to socialize with, while Mike found it to be anathema. He sighed in resignation as Sharon led the other two girls into the kitchen to retrieve her items. Mike closed and locked the door and skulked in behind them.

Before long, however, his mood had improved dramatically. The girls were smoking some rather good pot, and though Mike no longer smoked pot or drank, he didn't begrudge it to Sharon anymore. It had been a rather difficult transition for him, but an important one. Katie never could hold her own with Sharon, but Christy seemed determined to. Mike watched in amusement, and proceeded to tell several more bad jokes, resulting in giggles from Sharon, stunned silence from Katie, and even a few small smiles from Christy.

A deck of cards was omnipresent on the table, as was a tin of dominoes and a few dice. Sharon grabbed the cards and said "Were going to play some Bullshit!" This happened to be one of Mike's preferred games, as cheating was rewarded, and he knew that his logical mind was good at figuring out when people claimed to have cards that they didn't. He also knew the pattern that the cards followed. Sharon, for her part, was quiet adept at lying and her beguiling charm disarmed most opponents. She was a difficult one to catch, especially since Mike's straight out heavy metal appearance, complete with death metal T-shirts and massive wallet chains, somehow convinced everyone that he was the dishonest one. This was certainly true of the two girls, who added many cards to their hands by calling Bullshit on Mike a few too many times. Sharon, meanwhile, whittled her hands away, and giggled nonstop about the deception.

After several long hands, Katie began to grow bored of loosing. Christy seconded the emotion. "I want to play something where I can win!" she said enthusiastically. "And not something where the two of you are going to work together," she added pointedly, looking at Mike and Sharon in turn.

Mike simply shrugged and waited for the girls to decide what to play next. The debate was brief, and mostly centered on the different types of poker. Katie, always frisky when she smoked, loudly suggested "Strip poker!" but was quickly and irrefutably rebuked by Christy.

Sharon agreed with Christy, saying "That's juvenile. If were going to play poker, let's play real poker, for real money!" Christy perked up at this, and a slow smile spread across her face. Mike, for his part, looked rather unimpressed, but simply said "It's your money." Christy looked at him like a person would normally look at a cat that had just eaten their goldfish.

"What's that supposed to mean?" she demanded angrily.

Mike's face assumed a comically absurd expression of disbelief. "Fuck, calm down. I'm not trying to piss you off."

"Well, you are." The heat from her voice was such that the candles on the table almost ignited. Mike ignored the vehemence in her voice and shook her head. Angry and defiant, Christy challenged him. "Well, why don't you put your money on the table, then? Unless you don't think you can hold on to it." The taunting quality to her voice brought on unexpected reaction.

Mike became very quiet and glared at her for a moment. Then, slowly, he got up and left the room. The barely controlled fury was evident in his hard face and deliberate movements. The three girls sat in that Awkward Silence for some minutes before Mike returned. He had a large case in his hand, which he sat on the table and opened. Inside were rows and rows of clay chips in various colors. He then sat back down and slowly folded his arms across his chest and looked deep into Christy's face.

Mike's voice had adopted a rough edge to it, and he spoke slowly, choosing his words carefully. "I started my own business, selling things people have told me time and again that no one would buy. I've built that business up with my own two hands. I've put up with detractors and naysayers this whole damn time, and now...Now I'm on top. Not them. I can more than hold my own against you or anyone else that I come across."

That seemed to settle it. Sharon again lit her bowl, and Katie gladly accepted. But Christy refused, staring at Mike the whole time. After a few moments and much small talk from Sharon and Katie, the mood begin to lighten considerably, and the chips were divided up, and the cards dealt.

All of them, except for Katie, proved to be accomplished poker players. Sharon was a natural. Her luck was phenomenal, her bluffing unimpeachable, she really knew how to work the table. Katie, by contrast, was a complete novice, having only the rudest ideas of how poker was played. Her chips quickly disappeared, but they all simply laughed about it, Katie being the nice girl that she was. She spent the rest of the evening fetching drinks for the other players, and doing assorted goof y things for their amusement. This was her penance for losing all the chips and having no money to pay the pot with.

This, in truth, has been a tradition in Mike and Sharon's household for quite some time. Most card games are just for shits and giggles. Many of their friends had been with them since Mike was living in the hotel and doing nothing with himself, and Sharon had been living at home with her parents. Money was not important to them; having a good time was. So when card games became more serious, they were about who would go buy alcohol, who would mix drinks, and that kind of thing. Katie fell into this role easily, having been the "slave" many times before. Sex and humiliation were not part of the package. Unless, of course, it was Mike playing against Sharon. The bets then were of an entirely different nature.

Christy took an interest in this turn of events. She asked many questions about the role of the losers if no money was available to pay their debt. Katie explained.

"I lose a lot when I play here. But they know I don't have enough money to pay for all the chips. So, I become their 'slave' for the rest of the evening. I'm not really their slave, of course. I just get drinks and run errands and stuff. Sometimes, though, I have had to do stupid things to make people laugh. Like, one time, Sharon made me do a handstand on the front lawn, and I was wearing a skirt. And another time, Jake (a male friend whom Christy had apparently met before) made me order pizza, and when the pizza guy got here, I had to answer the door in my underwear. But Mike was probably the meanest to me. He made me go buy some soda from the store, and I had to use my debit card. And I was wearing some of his crazy heavy metal stuff! I don't know how he can go out in public like that!"

At that last one, Mike broke out laughing, and Sharon convulsed with giggles. Christy simply looked appalled. But after that, her demeanor towards Katie changed dramatically. She began to treat her like a servant, but not in the good-natured and nonchalant way that Mike and Sharon did. Christy demanded that a certain number of ice cubes be in her drink, and that Katie find a tray to carry the drinks on, one handed, cocktail waitress style. Katie went along with it with out complaining. In fact, as usual, she seemed to like being treated in such away. Mike and Sharon had conferred about this, and determined that Katie may very well be a sub, though she denied this to them. She simply seemed to like the attention she got. Of course, the two of them never pushed her, but thoughts of this did help fuel their fantasy life.

Mike played like a machine. He got crappy cards frequently; his luck had never been that good. But logic and precision helped make up for this. His face was usually impassive at all times in his life, never revealing emotion. Something leftover from military school, he said. But now, playing poker, his face constantly held a metallic quality, rarely moving, never smiling, except at the occasional joke or anecdote. He bet, he bluffed, he folded, and his pile of chips, though not growing very much, also never seemed to shrink.

Christy played with fire and determination, things that obviously were very much a part of her life. She made rash, but good, decisions, jumping in, both barrels blazing, obliterating everything in her way. She made bold moves that usually paid off, though there were a few missteps along the way. Her stack of chips would grow and shrink rapidly, inversely proportional to Sharon's.

Eventually, Christy began to get desperate. Her bad-ass attitude was beginning to wane, along with her collection of chips. As this occurred, her treatment of Katie similarly began to degenerate even more. If her glass had the wrong number of ice cubes, Christy would decree that Katie couldn't smoke with Sharon until the next hand. If Katie wasn't quick enough to light someone's cigarette, Christy would toss some small object into the living room and demand that Katie crawl into the next room and carry the item back in her mouth. Finally, Katie really biffed it: the tray she was carrying Christy's drink on was wet from condensation, and the glass slid and dumped itself all over Christy.

"You bitch! Now you're really going to pay! Take off your clothes and let me wear them! You can wear the ones that you just got all soaking wet!"

Katie almost seemed to cower before her raging friend, though she was significantly taller. Her bewildered face looked at Sharon and then at Mike before her hands began to move to comply.

Mike stood up. His dark presence seemed to expand to fill the kitchen. His expression was one of pure malice, and Sharon knew that he was going to lay down the law as he saw it. "That's enough." His tone was loud and forceful, but not quite a yell. Christy rounded on him.

"She's the slave," she said, the emphasis dripping with condescension from the last word. "She has to do it." The little redhead stared up defiantly at Mike.

"Maybe. She's supposed to be your friend, and you've given her nothing but abuse all night. That isn't fair." Then a smile cracked his face, but it didn't quite reach his burning eyes. "Besides, when do Sharon and I get a turn?" His smile was now genuine as her looked at Katie.

"So what do you want to do?" Christy demanded.

"Simple. We'll take turns. Whoever wins this next hand will go first, and then it will continue to the left." His face once again became impassive.

Sharon finally spoke up. "But no one can tell Katie not to smoke with me. I need a smoking buddy! And you can't undo something someone else has told her to do, or we'll just end up wasting the night." Her smile said that the matter was closed, and that everyone should see it her way. Of course, she was right. So Mike sat back down, and Christy eventually returned to her seat.

Katie stood in the kitchen, unsure of what to do. Mike inclined his head towards a towel hanging on the oven door, and Katie grabbed it and began to clean up the mess.

Sharon won that hand. She first had Katie smoke a whole bowl with her before returning to the game. Then Katie was ordered to start cooking quesadillas for everyone. By the time the hand was done, four warm quesadillas were on the table.

Next, of course, was Christy, and she seemed spiteful. Sitting in a wet seat while wearing wet clothes seemed to have only fueled her anger. She wasn't angry with Katie, she was angry at her situation. But Katie was an all too convenient target.

As soon as Katie came under her control, Christy made the same demands as earlier, but with some minor adjustments. "Take off your clothes. All of them. I'm taking them to the bathroom to change. And my clothes won't fit you, so I guess you have to do without." She smiled maliciously. "Besides, I need something to break Mike's concentration." She leered across the table at him. He stared back, unfazed.

Katie began to leave the kitchen, heading towards the bathroom. Christy stopped her. "Where are you going?" The blonde girl stared at her. "I didn't tell you to go change. I said take off your clothes. Right here. And then I'll go change in the bathroom." Katie stood stock still for a moment, her face and neck reddening. But her willpower wilted under the little redhead's unflinching gaze. Finally, Katie began to pull her blouse off, followed by her shoes, socks, and pants. When she was down to her underwear, she noticed that Mike had dealt the cards and the hand was under way. She finished stripping quickly, and handed her clothes to Christy, who placed her cards face down on the table and disappeared to change.


Unexpected Poker Night



The end of the hand came quickly, and Katie turned to Mike for orders. He had hardly looked at her since she began taking her clothes off. Even now, he barely glanced at her before saying "Katie, fix everyone a drink and then sit down." He didn't watch her nude body moving around the kitchen, and he didn't look at her after she sat down. In fact, he seemed to be ignoring her. He won that hand easily with four queens.

Sharon also seemed bent on not embarrassing the unfortunate girl. She simply had her go the living room and pick up a little bit.

But Christy made up for this with a vengeance. While the card game was in progress, she instructed her friend to strike various poses while she took a few pictures with her camera phone. At first, they were pretty tame. Sit on the chair and cross your legs and bat your eyelashes. Stand up and face the wall and look at me over your shoulder. But they got increasingly lewd as time went on. Bend over the back of the chair and let your boobs dangle. Look up at me and smile. Lay down on the floor with your legs spread. Bend your knees. Get on all fours with your head down. Now spread your legs.

Mike tried to keep the hand short, but Christy prolonged the betting round as much as she could. By the time the hand finally ended, with Sharon calling Christy, Katie was kneeling on a chair with her back arched and her legs spread. Her labia weren't as clearly visible on this shot as they had been on several others, but her pink anus was on proud display. Despite the humiliation, the red tinge to her face and neck were readily matched by the redness of her swollen labia.

Now, however, she was Mike's. While Christy dealt, Mike leaned his head over into his hand, watching her, clearly deep in thought. At length, he picked up his cards and began to organize them. Speaking from behind his cards, he gave her a list of CDs to put into the disk changer. She dutifully went into the living room and began rooting through Mike and Sharon's ludicrously large music collection. Fortunately for her, neither of her hosts believed in burning CDs, as they proudly supported the underground music scene, so it wasn't too difficult to find the albums. Katie, alone in the living room, simply shook her head as she found the Mushroomhead, Tristania, and Dead Can Dance albums Mike had requested. But as she found the Genitorturers albums he had asked for, she stopped. The album artwork was definitely something straight up Mike's alley, featuring obvious fetish and bondage themes. But the song titles were what really made her pause: Pleasure in Restraint, I Touch Myself, Flesh is Law.

Katie was already embarrassed that she was turned on by her friend's abuse. Even more so by the fact that she was nude, so her arousal was no doubt obvious to everyone else. Now, seeing the graphic artwork and the explicit song titles of the Genitorturers, she began to think more seriously about what Mike did for a living. Sharon was very casual about the things she did with Mike, and most of their friends understood that he was her Dom, and she was his sub. But what, exactly, that entailed was largely private until he had opened his store. Even the Internet site he maintained was not visited much by their group. Katie had always been more interested in it than most of the others, but was shy about her fascination. She deliberately kept herself from asking a lot of the questions she wanted to, and she often hoped that the poker games might turn in a sexual direction, though Mike and Sharon kept everything pretty mild and PG. Now, Christy had taken the ball, and was really running with it, and Katie found herself enjoying every moment of it, though she didn't much care for the demeanor her redheaded friend had adopted.

Quickly glancing over her shoulder, she checked to see if she was, in fact, unobserved. Seeing no one, and hearing Mike launching into another joke of questionable humor, she decided to take a risk and try and relieve some of her tension. Her left hand trailed down into her trimmed pubic hair and touched her swollen lips. She held back a gasp as she discovered how sensitive they were. Her right hand, seemingly of its own accord, joined her left, and stroked her moist opening. The soft wetness was so inviting, and the feather light touches were so pleasurable, Katie fell into almost a trance. Her fingers trailed teasingly along her sensitive flesh, slowly stroking herself, enjoying the gentle stimulation. Dead Can Dance began to pump out of the speakers, and her breathing fell into sync with "The Chant of the Paladin." Closing her eyes, her breathing became ragged, and her fingers kept tracing gently along the curve of her labia as she kneeled on the floor in front of the stereo cabinet. One fingertip accidentally brushed her clitoris, and her breath escaped her, and her body shuddered in a brief mini-orgasm.

"Uh...Are you okay?"

Startled, Katie jerked backed to reality and looked over her shoulder in mortification. Sharon stood at the doorway, smiling pleasantly at the embarrassed blonde. Katie felt her whole body growing hot, but not in the same sensual pleasure of just moments earlier. No, this was a raging humiliation that almost brought tears to her eyes.

Sharon just smiled sympathetically and held out a hand. "Its okay; I won't tell the others." She winked conspiratorially. "Anyway, I'm sure you needed that."

Katie just nodded, and took Sharon's hand, never looking her in her face. Despite the humiliation at being caught, she knew that Sharon would keep her word. And, though it had been a relief at first, her mini-orgasm had been just enough to whet her appetite for more.

Returning to the kitchen, Sharon sat down in her chair and acted as though nothing had happened. Katie, for her part, was apprehensive at what task would befall her next. Once again, though, Sharon seemed more interested in getting high(er) than in demeaning the naked blonde girl. After smoking some more pot with Katie, Sharon simply had her fix some more quesadillas, though she did reach out and have a friendly pinch from her butt every now and then. Katie would squeal a little and squirm, but Mike seemed to finally notice her exposed behind as she wiggled enticingly behind his lover. Christy, however, seemed perturbed by his appreciative glances and the knowing smiles he shared with Sharon.

Mike and Sharon really seemed determined to stick it to Christy this hand. The seemingly unemotional metal head really buckled down and seemed to be calculating an exacting strategy. Sharon carefully considered her cards before discarding a pair. Finally, the betting got underway, but Christy found herself at a severe disadvantage. Her modest holdings simply couldn't compete with the combined winnings of the two conniving hosts. Rather than throw away what she had in a pointless game of one-upmanship, she folded, forfeiting her ante.

If this had any affect on her opponents' plan, they didn't show it. Mike simply maintained his facade, and Sharon kept laughing about pretty much everything. Christy seemed to find it irritating, but Katie was in a similar state, despite her nudity and clear arousal, and Mike appeared to find her behavior endearing.

Frustrated, Christy almost forgot that Katie was now hers. When Sharon went to discard a few cards, Christy suddenly looked up at Katie, who was standing patiently by the stove with her hands behind her back. Her mind blank, she simply sat in contemplation for a moment. Eventually, she spoke. Her tone was icy, but her blazing eyes revealed the anger and frustration that motivated her misdirected cruelty. "I think you need to cool down some, Katie. Get some ice out of the freezer, not just one or two cubes, I think you need a whole bunch, and put it on a chair. Then sit down on it."

At this, Mike spoke up, clearly agitated. "Have some decency," he admonished the petite redhead, his voice harsh. Looking up at Katie, he pointed at a couple of items in the kitchen. "Put a plastic bag on the seat first, and put a towel on top of the bag. I don't our chairs wet if I can avoid it." He shook his head and exhaled forcibly. "Jesus Christ."

Sharon giggled a little bit, and Katie did as she was told. Christy, however, stared angrily at Mike. As the hand got under way, Christy decided to use Katie as a receptacle for her anger at Mike. "Hey, slave," she said imperiously, "wiggle your butt on that ice, move it around real good. And why don't you rub a piece on your nipples?" She laughed softly, but the sadistic pleasure was still clear.

Katie shivered, but did as she was told. She picked up a piece of ice with the same fingers that had earlier given her such pleasure and raised it to her nipple. The ice had begun to melt slightly, and the cold rivulets ran down her arm. One bitterly cold drop landed on her already turgid nipple, which caused it swell even more. Her nipple hardened even more with the ice itself, becoming painful for a few moments before the coldness began to numb her sensitive flesh. But while her nipple had become numb, the cold permeated much of her breast, creating a false awareness of the swollen flesh, which was now purple and mildly painful even to look at.

Once again, Mike and Sharon seemed intent on forcing Christy to either bet foolishly or fold. Either way, she would be forced to give up more chips. Unless, of course, both of them were bluffing. Feeling the growing desperation of her situation, she stalled. She had already decided that at least one of the pair truly had a winning hand, so the safest move would be to fold. This seemed to only be prolonging the inevitable, but Christy clung to the faintest hope that somehow she would be able to pull victory from the jaws of defeat. Seeking again to extend her respite, she did not make a decision just yet. No, she wanted someone to suffer for this, and Katie was still a very convenient target. Of course, Mike was who she really wanted to humiliate, but he was not yet in this predicament. That would change, she hoped.

"Katie," she sang out, turning a vicious smile toward her, at the moment, coolest friend. "I still think you need to chill out some more. So get a couple of pieces of ice and stick 'em where the sun don't shine. Both places the sun don't shine." Her face was still rather pretty, despite the evil expression she wore.

Katie was already trembling. Sharon didn't look too happy, but she exchanged a devilish grin with Mike, who looked positively diabolical when he smiled like that, his teeth just barely showing between his lips as he smiled wide.

If Katie had thought the cold shock of the ice on her nipples was harsh, she was certainly aghast at the sensations that flooded her body as she moved to obey Christy. Her pussy was already cold and numb from sitting on the ice, but as she spread her quim to accommodate a piece, her mind and body rebelled. Something cold simply did not belong deep inside her. Her wrist shook, but she steeled herself and closed her eyes. One thrust of the slippery piece and it was seated deep inside her, and her nerves seemed to burst, sending spiraling signals of unnatural intrusion racing through her body.

Grimacing against the sensations, she gingerly got up off the chair and turned her back to the players. She turned and placed one knee on the chair and her other foot on the floor next to the chair. When she leaned forward to grab the back of the chair, her buttocks naturally spread, presenting her tight, pink anus to the three people behind her. A piece of ice was in her hand, and she held this behind her, ready to slip it deep inside of her most private passage. Katie paused here. It wasn't that she had never experienced anal intrusion before; a couple of her former boyfriends had used fingers to stimulate her like that before. Though it hadn't been phenomenal by any means, she had found it enticing enough that she had explored her own ass while masturbating on a few occasions. It certainly hadn't been orgasmic for her, but it was enjoyable. But she had never done this in front of people before, and never with something so cold, either.

Christy was becoming impatient and agitated. "Hurry up and do it, or I'll do it myself!" she barked. This brought Katie back from her reverie. She took a deep breath and moved the ice nearer her butt. Her sphincter clenched tighter as the cold radiated from the ice. Shaking slightly, just as much from apprehension about what she was about to do as from the cold and humiliation, the wet ice touched her most private opening. She gasped involuntarily, and her sphincter clenched tighter than ever before. Swallowing hard, she called upon all the strength she kept in hidden reserves and began to rub the ice against her little anus, numbing it, and causing it to loosen slightly. Swallowing again, she began to push the little piece of ice into her rectum.

Her moans and gasps seemed to have an interesting effect on Christy. Her eyes grew wide as the tip of Katie's finger disappeared into her own rectum, pushing the ice deeper. Finally, Katie pulled her finger out, leaving the ice nestled deep with in her, and sagged against the chair, an unreadable expression on her face.

Christy jumped up, walked over to the chair, and picked up her own piece of ice. Her left hand rested firmly on Katie's neck, holding her in place, while other hand began to rub the ice against the blonde girl's anus. Katie whimpered, but didn't make any move to fight Christy off. The ice began to disappear into Katie's rectum slowly, and Christy pushed slowly and steadily, forcing the ice deeper than before. At the first contact of her finger against her victim's anus, she paused, but then licked her lips nervously and pushed more, not stopping again until her dainty finger was buried up to the second knuckle in her friend's ass. Christy slowly turned her finger back and forth, but did not push deeper. Katie surprised them all by suddenly pushing back, grunting as her butt swallowed the rest of the petite redhead's finger.

Christy began to move her finger in and out of Katie's ass, very slowly. The blonde girl had her eyes closed and her mouth open, her expression one of obvious ecstasy. Surely, this penetration was helping to relieve much of her sensual tension. After a couple of minutes of silence, except for the gasps that gradually elevated in both volume and frequency, Katie shuddered and fell forward against the chair. Christy seemed dazed for a moment, her eyes looking glassy, and her breathing shallow. Her face had a pinkish tint to it that was most pleasant.

Mike, however, was still rather anxious about getting on with the card game. "Hey, fire crotch, go wash your hand and then let's finish our game, okay? It's almost to the best part; you know, where I win." He made a shooing gesture with his hands and Christy slowly headed down the hall towards the bathroom.

Mike leaned over to Sharon. He saw the arousal in her eyes, felt it in the way her breathing was ragged and shallow. He kissed her deep, hungrily, their tongues dancing together, intertwining like two lovers in bed. His calloused hands ran gently over her face as they kissed, the backs of his fingers dragging down her neck, barely touching them, and he reveled in the way goose bumps rose up beneath his touch. The kiss was short, but held promise of much more to come.

Katie had turned back around, and was sitting down on the ice again. Her body was mostly numb below the waist, and her head was swimming in a post-orgasmic fog. Vague thoughts flitted through the fog, asking her if she had came more from the anal stimulation or from the humiliating aspects of having her domineering friend finger her ass in front of a couple she had occasionally wished would take advantage of her. She saw Mike and Sharon kiss, and she felt a small twinge of jealousy, but she also found herself wishing that one of them, either of them, would kiss her that way.

When Christy returned, Mike admonished her that they still needed to finish their hand. She promptly folded, and Sharon collected the pot, laughing at Mike for his pair of jacks. He grinned, and shook his head. "It doesn't matter, anyway. What do I care if you take my money, or I if I win it back?" Sharon giggled a little at this, but made a big show of stacking her chips and grinning widely at her lover.

As the cards were being dealt, Mike had Katie clean up the ice, towel, and bag. Then he sent her to the bathroom to run a warm a bath for herself. "Go thaw your ass out," were his exact words.

Sitting alone in the tub, Katie allowed her mind to wander again. The lukewarm water was allowing her numb flesh to finally regain some feeling, and the tingles were painful at first, but gradually became very pleasurable. Her thoughts were filled with pictures of what she must have looked like from behind when she pushing the ice into her ass, and then what Christy's finger looked like as it was swallowed by her pink sphincter. As her pussy began to warm up, she felt the familiar rush of blood and she knew without looking that her clitoris was beginning to show. In her mind's eye, Christy was replaced with Sharon, and her olive-colored finger was a delicious contrast against the pale white and pink skin of her ass.

The low sounds coming from the kitchen wafted through the open door, and Katie began to imagine that Sharon was giggling as she invaded her rectum with a finger. In her imagination, when Sharon had found her in living room, she had pushed Katie forward and began giggling as her finger gently traced her exposed pussy. Then her finger had moved up, teasing her crinkled anus. Katie moaned softly to herself, imagining Sharon's teasing touch at both of her openings, and her hand began to travel low again, mimicking the touch she fantasized about. Her lips were both red and swollen again, and her clit was indeed prominent, peeking out from beneath its hood. Her finger gently touched her clit, but slid lower, tracing the warm and inviting cleft between her lips. She teased herself, imagining that it was Christy--no, now it was Sharon again--touching her, taunting her. Katie knew that she needed that finger inside of her again, but she only teased her open quim, allowing her finger to just barely enter and then withdrew it again, playing with the sensitive nerves just behind the opening.

But she knew that she had to have that again, and her finger strayed lower, running gently along her perineum, and then down to her anus. In her fantasy, she was telling Sharon--or was it Christy? No, Sharon--that she wanted it, needed it. But Sharon just giggled, and tickled her sensitive skin. Finally, she was whispering softly to herself, saying "Sharon, please, please, I need it! Just give it to me! Please, please, just..." and she imagined that she had pushed back against her friend's finger, just as she pushed her own finger into her ass. She groaned as she did this, and then began to turn her finger so very slowly, just as Christy had done. But she imagined that this was Sharon, now, and that she was giggling at her friend's wantonness. And she turned and stroked her finger in and out of her rectum, knowing that she could have that release again, needing it now more than before. Her mouth moved soundlessly, her eyes clenched tightly shut, her whole being now being focused on the warm finger invading her ass. And she came, shuddering in the bathtub with her finger inside of her, gasping and grinding her butt down against her finger, muttering "Sharon! Sharon, it feels so good..."

As she withdrew her finger, and shook her head, her eyes opened. Sharon stood over her with a towel. "Enjoying yourself?" she asked, her eyes and voice smoky with arousal. Yet her face wore a most pleasant expression of amusement, and even in the smoky veil of arousal that covered her eyes, there were the sparkles of enjoyment that come from a game well played.




Unexpected Poker Night



Turning crimson at being caught again, Katie merely nodded. She grasped the sides of the tub to stand up, but her legs were still weak. Sharon kneeled down to help her, and their lips found each other for but a moment. That one little kiss was electrifying, but brief, and Sharon wrapped her arms around the blonde girl and lifted her up. Katie was a little unsteady on her feet, but Sharon wasted no time in wrapping the towel around her and helping her out of the tub. The Mexican beauty dried her friend quickly, efficiently, working the fluffy towel down her body and legs, lifting each foot in turn to dry it. While doing so, her face was next to the neatly trimmed blonde bush of her friend, and the unmistakable scent of arousal was thick. Sharon kissed one of Katie's thighs, and then turned to grab a brush.

"Come back into the kitchen, and brush your hair. We're almost done," she said, her eyes sparkling. She turned, and walked back down the hall, her hips swaying seductively. Katie followed, firmly grasping the hairbrush in one hand and holding the towel securely around her with the other. When she sat down in the kitchen, she allowed the towel to fall open, exposing her glowing body again, and began to brush her hair.

Sharon leaned over to whisper to Mike. He made a gesture of approval and turned to grin at Katie. Then he was all business again, focusing on the cards in front of him.

Christy really seemed to be sweating now. Katie noticed with a certain amount of satisfaction that her pile of chips was much reduced now, and Mike seemed to have won the last hand. When he saw her looking at him, he gestured to his poorly stacked chips and nodded smugly. His attention went back to Christy very quickly, and with good reason: she was looking distinctly nervous. His eyes became hard, and his mouth set into a grim line. Even Sharon looked uncharacteristically harsh and determined. Her eyes flickered between Mike and Christy, but she still gave Katie a melting smile full of affection. Her tongue snaked out briefly to touch her top lip, and that sensual gesture brought Katie's heart rate up, and she felt her nipples harden again.

There was no doubt that Christy was going to lose at this point. Mike and Sharon both opened with massive bids, surely designed to cow Christy into submission. Sharon's comments certainly sealed the deal: "Mike, maybe we better be easy. Christy doesn't have many chips left, and I don't think she's as good as we are."

Christy almost shrieked at that. "I'm better than either of you! And don't think that I can't win this hand and take all of those chips you just threw down!" With that, she pushed in all of her chips, and glared defiantly around the room.

Mike sighed heavily, and went to match her bet. "Fine. We'll just see what you've got." Sharon laughed again, but it was a cold, cruel laugh that made Katie shudder. She had only heard that laugh once, and that had been when Sharon related the tale of what befell Cassandra at the convenience store that Mike had worked at briefly. She knew now that Mike and Sharon had deliberately set out to teach Christy a lesson, probably for the way she had treated Katie. Mike, of course, didn't like people horning in on his territory, and he probably felt that Christy was trying to do just that. And she had been rather rude to him all evening, something he didn't allow. Sharon was defensive and possessive of her friends, her home, and especially of her man. Christy had blindly allowed her defiant attitude to be manipulated by them, and now she was going to pay.

Sharon counted out the requisite chips from her neat stacks and pushed them into the middle of the table. "All right, show us what you got." She grinned a very self-assured grin, and then winked at Katie, giggling the whole time. This, of course, is what made it so easy for her to manipulate people: she was very disarming, presenting the appearance of simplicity, when she was actually very intelligent, and quite the social engineer. All of her friends knew that, and took pains not to call out the inner demon they all knew was waiting just below the surface. This inner demon, however, was exactly why Mike loved her so much. It was the perfect compliment to his very obvious evil appearance and attitude. He glorified in all things dark and foreboding, and Sharon harbored a penchant for these things as well, just not in such an overt manner as her lover.

At this, Christy wilted. She realized now that she had been goaded into a poor decision. Her defiant nature had been so important to the limited success she had had in her life, but now it was being usurped to punish her. She laid down her cards, a pair of aces, and sat fuming in a resigned silence.

Mike considered her cards carefully before laying down his own. His trio of tens barely eclipsed her cards, but it was enough. He had learned to make do with getting by, even if it wasn't always dramatic.

Sharon followed, laughing loudly as she lay down three jacks. At this Mike laughed equally hard, and congratulated his lover on her playing skills. Gesturing to Christy, he spoke to Sharon. "You're prize awaits you, my love."

That evil smile again appeared on Sharon's face, but she said "Our prize awaits, baby. You played very well, and I think you need a reward, too." She smiled up at him, and pointed to Katie. "I'll keep her for myself, but you can play with the other one, too."

Christy's head snapped up. "Aren't you going to keep playing? To see who gets to have all three of us?" she demanded. Mike and Sharon both laughed at this.

"Why should I? I get Sharon every night, regardless. And we both have enough money to pay the pot. Do you?" Sharon laughed again, but this wasn't a nice laugh or the girlish giggle she had sported all night.

Christy shook her head.

"Well, then, I see that this is going to be a night to remember," Mike said, his voice a low rumble. He popped his knuckles. Looking at Sharon, he spoke again. "Looks like we have someone else to test the Pilum Mk I on, honey. Who gets to use it first?"

Sharon grinned maliciously at Christy. "I have some special things planned for Katie. Let's get Christy in there and have some fun!" Mike nodded and went into the living room. Sharon motioned for Katie to follow him, and so she did.

After the two had left the kitchen, Sharon stood up and walked over to Christy. The little redhead no longer looked self-assured and defiant; rather, she seemed even smaller than before, and even scared. "Stand up," Sharon said, her voice full of authority. When Christy didn't comply, Sharon grabbed her arm and pulled her up, forcing her to stand on her feet. "Go into the living room. And when we get in there, you are going to strip off all of Katie's clothes and show us your flat little body. And then we are going to have some fun teaching you to not be such a bitch." Christy looked up into Sharon's eyes and saw what could only be hate. Now truly frightened, she turned to walk into the living room. Sharon swatted her forcefully on the ass repeatedly as they walked into the living room.

Sharon steered her into the middle of the living room. "Now strip, bitch," she ordered her charge through gritted teeth. Mike leered at her from where he stood next to something large that was draped in a thick, red blanket. Katie sat on the couch, breathing hard as she watched Sharon dominate her little redhead friend.

Christy was not used to taking orders. She usually gave them, and defiantly refused to bow to anyone. Yet, here she was, being trotted out as amusement for two people she had just met tonight. She stood still for some time, but Mike pressed a button on a remote in his hand, and the music that came blaring out of the stereo made her jump. Behemoth seems to have that affect on some people.

Sharon smacked her captive hard on the ass before grabbing her hair. "Take off the clothes now." The words were delivered with such force that the hair pulling wasn't really necessary, but it certainly underscored the implied menace. Christy began pulling off the clothes she was wearing. They were too large for her, anyway, so it didn't take much effort before she was down to her bra and panties. Sharon, however, was not impressed by the obvious hesitation, and had Katie grab Christy's arms and hold her still. She disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a pair of scissors. Carefully, she slid the blades between Christy's skin and her bra strap, cutting the shoulder strap loose before moving to the other side. Lacking support, the bra cups fell forward, revealing two very well formed and pretty A-cup breasts. One more snip of the scissors, and the remains of the bra fell to the floor.

Christy squeezed her thighs together as Sharon cut her panties, one cut on each side. The tattered garment was still trapped between her legs, so Sharon grabbed material dangling in front of Christy's crotch and yanked, drawing the ruined panties between the redhead's legs and painfully up through her labia. After this, Katie was sent to sit on the couch again.

Sharon grabbed Christy's hair again and used her foot to push the backs of her knees, forcing her down onto her knees. "You think its amusing to make people crawl? Well, crawl, and see how much you like it," Sharon ordered her, pointing to the couch where Katie was sitting. At first she refused, but Sharon began to drag her over by her hair, and Christy complied. Sharon guided the smaller woman over to the couch and between Katie's legs. Here, Christy was made to kneel.

"I got tired of seeing you treat Katie like shit. Katie is my friend, and yeah, she lost, but that doesn't mean you get to treat her like shit. So now, you're going to make up for that." Sharon grinned maliciously down at the naked, cowering redhead. "You know, you try so hard to act like you're in charge and that you're all big and tough and all that, but you aren't. Do you understand that? You're not the hottest piece of ass I've seen around. You aren't special. You're nothing but a fucking bitch who needs to be taught a lesson."

Mike interjected. "And, damn, are you going to get a lesson!" He grinned a lop-sided grin that would've been endearing in just about any other situation. Sharon laughed again before turning back to Christy.

Christy had never been with another girl. True, she had thought about it occasionally, and had even kissed a few other women, usually when she was drunk. But being on her knees, eye level with another woman's crotch, she decided that if she ever had sex with another woman, it would have to be on her terms. She refused to have her first lesbian experience foisted on her by someone else simply for their amusement.

Katie, similarly, had limited experience with other women, but had fantasized about Sharon before, and had even had a few stray thoughts about Christy. However, she wasn't very comfortable with this arrangement. For one, she wanted to be alone with Sharon, and not have Mike hovering around. True, she had fantasized about Mike as well, but the thought of being dominated by a couple seemed overwhelming, and Katie wasn't very keen on that for her first experience.

Sharon, for her part, just seemed to be enjoying tormenting them both, forcing Christy to stare into Katie's very wet pussy. She nudged the redhead's face towards the blonde's open lips, and smiled knowingly when she encountered resistance. Finally, she spoke. "Christy," she taunted in a sing-song voice, "I want you to apologize to Katie. And if you don't," her voice grew menacing again, "I'll stuff your face into her pussy and make you lick her until she cums on your face. Again and again and again." Her hand had begun pushing Christy's face nearer and nearer to Katie's pussy, but now the pressure was relaxed again. Sweetly, Sharon asked "Now, what do you say?"

Christy swallowed hard. Sharon again pushed the back of her head, forcing her face steadily closer to Katie's crotch. Christy tried to turn her head, but Sharon had her fingers curled tightly in her hair. As her cute little face mover closer and closer to the wetness between Katie's legs, Christy finally began to shout. "I'm sorry, Katie! I'm sorry!" Sharon relaxed the pressure somewhat. Then she asked "Sorry for what?"

Christy didn't say anything for a moment, and Sharon began to push again. "I'm sorry for treating you bad!" she shouted, her voice almost breaking as she held back tears. Sharon stopped for a second, then began pushing again. Christy was visibly almost in tears now. She shouted again "I'm sorry for treating you like shit!"

Sharon relaxed her grip, and allowed Christy to pull her head back. The Hispanic woman smiled and said comfortingly, "There, now that wasn't so bad, now was it?" Christy didn't answer.

Sharon spoke to Katie. "Sit right there and watch. And in a little while, you and I will go play. Okay?" She smiled down at the naked blonde splayed on her couch. Katie nodded, seeing the hungry look in Sharon's eyes. She knew that her friend would be nice to her, especially after venting much of her anger on Christy. She also knew that Sharon could be very sweet when she wanted to be, and she didn't doubt that their play would be much more tender than what awaited Christy.

Christy was turned very rudely to face Mike. He was still standing next to whatever was hidden under that blanket, but the item had moved to a more prominent position in the room. Whatever it was, it was slightly taller than Mike, and about as wide as a typical entertainment center. There appeared to be two high points on either side that stood taller than the middle section Two large, rounded plates showed underneath the blanket, and they looked rather like large lamp bases. Seeing that he had Christy's full attention, Mike smiled broadly and whipped the blanket off dramatically.

"I give you the Pilum Mk I!" he proudly proclaimed. And there, standing before them all, was a large stock, supported on either side by a large screw-jack. The jacks were taller than Mike, topping out a just over six feet, and were little more than large poles, about three inches in diameter, that were threaded, like screws. The bottom of the stock itself was firmly attached to a large collar on either side which encircled the poles. Mike stepped forward and lifted the top half of the stock off.

Christy gaped at the contraption. It looked absolutely horrid in her eyes! The large, obviously heavy bases were wide, preventing the whole thing from toppling over. The stock itself was burnished wood, and what appeared to be leather padding was fixed in each of the three holes, two smaller ones for hands and one larger one for a neck, by large rivets. It did not look inviting. The dull black of the jacks was muted further by grease on the threads, and the brightly gleaming bases stood in stark contrast to the metal rising out of them. The wood seemed inappropriate with the metal, but the bright sheen of the stained and polished wood seemed akin to the shiny metal bases. The large, gold-colored rivets holding the black leather in place certainly matched.

"A bit less than artistic, I know," said Mike, "but this is just the proto-type. I'm still debating if maybe I should machine the stock out of aluminum or something to maintain the visual aesthetic." He lowered his head, his hand playing with his goatee for a moment. Suddenly, he brightened again. "But time enough for details later. Right now, I need to test it and be sure it is going to perform as desired." He grinned at Christy again, his chilling expression raising the hair on her neck. "I'm sure you will."

Sharon began to maneuver Christy towards the awful contraption. The smaller redhead tried to resist, but Sharon was a large woman, and could handle herself well when things got physical. Soon, Christy was in place, her wrists restrained in the outer holes of the stock, while her head protruded through the central hole. She was standing slightly hunched over, as the stock was rather high. That soon changed, however.

Mike stepped in front of Christy, looking her in the eye. "I've made several different types of stocks, all of them leading up to this one. Usually, they're more traditional, being made entirely of wood. However, for this one, I had to use some rather expensive mechanical parts. Do try not to damage them; this is the only operational model I've got at the moment." He held his hand up, and she could see that he held a control box of some sort in his hand that was attached to one of the bases with a long electrical cord. He pressed a button, and a whirring, almost buzzing sound, preceded the movement of the stock. Startled, Christy looked around, and saw that the poles were rotating, and the stock was moving down steadily. Soon, she was bent at the waist. Mike released the button on the controller.

Katie watched this from the couch. Sharon stood close by, obviously enjoying the sight. Christy was facing away from them, affording the two women a nice view of her ass and pussy from behind. Her breasts were too small to actually dangle, but not for lack of trying. Between her thighs, a reddish patch of thin pubic hair was just visible. Further along, her small breasts were hanging, her nipples pointing resolutely downward. Past that, the picture was interrupted by the polished wood of the stock.

Mike looked up over the trapped woman in front of him and at Sharon. His lover pointed down, and he obliged, causing the stock to lower itself more. When he again stopped, Christy was on her knees, kneeling in front of the stock. Sharon held one thumb up to show her approval. She then disappeared down the hall for a moment.

Christy looked up at Mike as best she could. "I didn't agree to this," she said, barely loud enough to be heard. Mike looked down at her for a moment, his face devoid of all emotion. "True, but neither did Katie. And she played along despite your ridiculous requests."

Christy spoke again. "But all she had to do was say no." Mike looked down at her, his face looking mildly interested. "You haven't said no."

Before either one of them could say anything further, Sharon returned, lugging a large suitcase. She laid this down near the base of the stock before opening it, keeping the contents hidden from Christy. Katie, however, got up off the couch to see what was in it. Looking over Sharon's shoulder, she saw an assortment of things, several of which she had never seen before.

There were several coils of rope of varying diameters and fibers, a pair of handcuffs, a ridiculous number of chains and locks, and a few different collars. Katie did recognize two dildos of different sizes, one mid-sized and the other a little bigger than she would care to try. And she did recognize the butt plugs, though she had never seen one in real life. There were three of them in graduating sizes. One was fairly small, the second medium, and the third was once again a bit larger than she would care to try. The purpose of the graduated beads on the latex chain, however, eluded her. Two different lubricants were in the suitcase, as was a ball gag and two different bars with straps and buckles on the end. There was also a leather wrist cuff with clasps and D-rings on it, and what could only by a blindfold. The collection was rounded it with a collection of strips of some gray material, a small bag of latex gloves, two leashes, and an egg timer. Katie noticed that there were no keys to any of the locks in the suitcase.

Sharon spoke first to Katie. "Katie, please go sit down. I'm going to busy for a little bit, but when I'm done, we'll go play in the back room. Okay?" Katie nodded before returning to her seat on the couch. The lovely Hispanic woman then walked around the stock and spoke to Christy. "I'm going to have some fun with you first, and then I'm going to let Mike have a turn." She grinned broadly down at the back of Christy's head. "Mike has a tendency to be a bit...anal about things. I hope you like that."




Unexpected Poker Night



Mike addressed the redhead next. "I might be into some things that a lot of people don't like, but I'm not quite as mean as Sharon is. I'm sure by the time she's done, you'll be quite happy for me to take over." His voice was quiet, but still carried considerable force. He walked back around the pillory and sat down on the couch, his chains jingling as he moved.

Katie was at one end of the couch and Mike at the other. The blonde was sitting back, her legs slightly spread as she watched the scene unfold. Mike was leaning forward, his rapt attention focused on the two women opposite him. He didn't turn once to look at the naked blonde on the other end of the couch.

Sharon, however, acted as though there was no one else in the room other than her and Christy. Reaching down into the suitcase she grabbed on of the spreader bars and began to buckle the straps about Christy's thighs. Once the straps were properly secured, she extended the bar slightly, forcing the other girl's legs apart. When she stopped, Christy's ass and pussy were easily visible, and despite her best efforts, the spreader bar worked well, holding her legs in position.

All of Sharon's finger nails began to run long red trails down her captive's back, eliciting gasps of pain from Christy. Sharon ignored this, and kept raking her nails up and down her back, until Christy was sobbing and her whole back was covered in scratches. Sharon than began working on her thighs, scratching hard, leaving angry red marks all over her pale skin. Finally, bored with the preliminaries, Sharon began raining hard smacks down on Christy's ass and thighs, each swat sending out loud echoes of flesh on flesh. Christy continued sobbing, gasping, and eventually howling each time Sharon's hard hand found her soft flesh. By the time that she had stopped, Christy's back, butt, and thighs were uniformly red and hot to the touch.

Next, Sharon began pulling and tugging at Christy's pubic hair. Her olive skinned fingers deftly found and plucked the sparse reddish hair, and each time the captive girl squealed loudly. Sharon was grinning like a maniac, and even giggled when Christy gave an especially loud yelp. When she finally stopped tormenting her victim, the little redhead had tears running down her face.

Sharon walked around the stock and grinned down at Christy. "Look at me, bitch," she said loudly, and Christy looked up. Sharon laughed heartily when she saw the tears trailing down her delicate features. "Serves you right. Now I'm going to take Katie into the backroom, and we're going to have some fun. Mike will take over now." She smiled widely before signaling Katie to follow her and leaving the room.

Katie felt a jolt when she saw Sharon crook her finger at her. She had thought about and even fantasized about Sharon dominating her, but after seeing her sadistic treatment of Christy, she was having doubts. This was not the Sharon she saw so often; this was a demoness. Feeling a growing hole in her stomach, Katie slowly stood up and followed Sharon into the back of the house.

Mike sat in silence for several moments after Sharon and Katie had left the room. Christy continued to cry softly.

"She's mean." Mike's voice was soft again, not carrying any hint of the aggression he normally sported. He sounded uncharacteristically sympathetic. Christy merely sobbed more, ignoring him. He breathed deeply. "She's mad at you. Sharon doesn't like people to treat her friend's badly. And she likes to cause people pain when she feels they deserve it." The sobbing had stopped for a moment. "She thinks you deserve pain because you treated Katie poorly. So she hurt you. Despite how smart she is, Sharon has a very simple logic: punish the bad. Reward the good." He pause again. "But she's very good at punishing. She enjoys it immensely. And that makes her better at it."

He rose off the couch and fiddled with the CD player again. "We'll turn the volume up so they won't hear." Christy stiffened at this. "I don't Sharon to hear how much you're enjoying yourself." Bongzilla thundered out of the speakers, and Christy could feel the floor shake in time with the sludgy stoner-doom racket. Mike bent close to her ear, noting how she trembled. "I think," he whispered "that bad behavior needs to be punished. Oh, yes, it does. Otherwise there will be no discipline in the world. And the world needs discipline. But without reward, no one will do as they should unless they fear being caught. And fear, while a powerful motivator, does not build loyalty. That is why Sharon loves me, and why she has always forgiven my transgressions." Christy looked up at him quizzically. "Don't misunderstand me; I am Sharon's Dom. But she allows me to be her Dom. Free choice is imperative in any relationship, and she willingly chooses to subjugate herself to me. But only because I punish her when she is bad, and reward her when she is good. Anyone can punish. Sharon is quite adept at punishing herself; she does not need me for that. But only I can deliver the reward that she craves the most--love and affection. Only I can make her feel like a princess. Only I know her so well to see what she wants even when she denies it to herself. And so she gives herself willingly to me, to both punish and reward."

Mike stood up slowly. His face was impassive, but the hard set was gone. He looked caring, gentle even, despite the bold and patently offensive Cannibal Corpse T-shirt and studded wrist bands he was wearing. "You have been punished. Sharon saw to that. But you endured you're punishment well. And so now I will reward you."

He walked back around the stock. Christy jumped as much as she could when she felt his hands on her back. His palms were rough and calloused from several years of automotive work and then from the wood and metal working required to support his business. Her flesh was still raw from Sharon's nails, and each of his gentle touches stung, causing her to hiss. But as he massaged her sore and tired shoulders, she felt herself relaxing. The constant stinging of his contact merely underscored how good he was with his hands as he rubbed her back and shoulders, massaging away the ache of being trapped in the stock.

He worked his hands slowly down her back. His rough skin glided over her skin, barely touching at all, and then his hands would push down against her, working her sore and cramping muscles with the skill that only comes from experience. After he had thoroughly worked one area, his hands slid down her back further, repeating the process, until he was approaching her sore and stinging ass. Then, he moved his hands along her sides, his feather-soft touch almost tickling. His hands moved up slowly, along her stomach, across her ribcage, drawing ever so close to her breasts before moving inward along her back to her shoulders. And again he rubbed her back, slowly moving down her spine again, before running back up along her sides. She shivered as his rough hands again almost touched her breasts. Again, however, his hands returned to her back. Finally, on the third return trip, his hands glided over her breasts, his calloused palms rubbing roughly over her sensitive nipples.

Christy gasped, and Mike chuckled softly. He rubbed her breasts slowly and firmly, pushing them in against her ribcage and then pushing them together, before cupping his hands and grasping her nipples between his finger tips and the heel of his palms. He began to roll her small buds between his forefinger and thumb, and he heard her soft noise of pleasure. And then he was gone.

The thunderous noise continued to spew from the stereo, masking most of the noise in the room. Christy opened her eyes, and found herself staring down at the carpet. Suddenly, she felt a very soft touch at the very top of the cleft between her cheeks. Mike slowly and very softly ran a single finger tip along the length of her spine. Christy trembled slightly, and sucked in breath as he continued to stroke her spine, feeling his finger begin lower with each trip, until his finger was almost touching her asshole.

Again, he stopped. Again, only the punishing noise that only a head-banger could love (well, only a head-banger could tolerate) filled the room. And again, Christy was surprised to feel Mike's touch on her body. One hand had reached between her legs and his palm was rubbing against her open quim. She tried to resist, but he knew what he was doing. Her body had been abused intensely for a few minutes, and then he had come along and made her feel good again. The stinging and the pain only seemed to make his touch feel better in contrast. She sighed, and began to move her body against his hand, allowing the sensations to build. But he stopped.

Christy dropped her head again. But just as soon as she allowed her neck to grow limp, she snapped her head back up, and the back of her head contacted the padding very sharply. A single, startled "Oh!" escaped her lips as she felt something being worked into her pussy. It was large, a little bit larger than the biggest cock she had ever taken. She felt her pussy stretching slightly to accommodate its girth, and she felt it push deeper into her than she had ever taken anything before. Essentially being on all fours, this was a different angle, and it made her tighter than if she had been laying on her back. Christy tried to resist the object being slowly pushed deep into her, but as she contracted her muscles to force it back out, Mike swatted her hard on the ass.

"I know I said I would reward you. And so I shall. But, you must allow me to do it my own way." Mike spoke deliberately, slowly, and calmly. "If you fight me, I will ensure that you learn a very hard lesson about obedience." Humor and pride crept into his voice the next time he spoke. "I'm good with lessons." Christy relaxed and allowed him to push the object deeper. When he stopped, she felt fuller than she ever had been during sex before. A steady pressure held the object inside of her.

Next, she felt something rubbery touching her ass. Like a rubber hand was spreading her cheeks further than they already were. Something cool and slick drizzled onto her, starting just above her asshole and running down, tickling her anus as rivulets ran over it and down into her pussy. Realization dawned on her, and she tried to squirm away, but the stock and the spreader bar kept her from being able to do much besides rock back and forth. Mike laughed at her, saying "I told you to let me do things my way. But of course, you don't want to listen. I was going to take it easy on you, but now I'm going to have to ensure that you learn to listen." And there was another drizzle of the slippery liquid, followed shortly by something hard and rubbery. This wasn't a soft, pliable rubber at all. This was a hard, unyielding rubber, and the object, unlike the one that filled her pussy, seemed to grow larger as it was pushed into her ass. She could feel her ass stretching further and further open as Mike insistently pushed it into her. As her ass filled, Christy felt her pussy growing tighter around the object in her twat. The friction of the two invading objects through the thin wall that separated her two holes was certainly arousing, but the burning sensation as her ass stretched more over rode the pleasurable sensations. She grunted and gasped as Mike continued to push. When Christy just knew her ass couldn't stretch anymore and would begin to tear, the object suddenly narrowed, and slid slightly further, her sphincter closing around the smaller part. Her ass filled, and yet still held open. It was different kind of feeling.

Mike peeked around the stock. Christy was breathing very hard, and there was even a little bit of sweat beaded on her forehead. She had done rather well; despite the fact that she had such a small frame, she had still managed to take the larger of the two dildos and the medium butt plug. He had planned on using the smaller plug, but her resistance necessitated something more extreme. The largest butt plug probably would've been too much, however, especially since her pussy was already a little stretched by the dildo.

Moving the wooden block he had used to wedge the dildo into her cunt, Mike began to move it slowly in and out. He pulled the dildo almost all the way out of her slick hole, just allowing the head to remain inside of her, and then slowly and steadily pushed it back in all the way, not stopping until he saw her small body rock forward. And then he pulled it out again, just barely keeping the tip inside of her. Long, slow, deep strokes of the fake phallus, not allowing the rhythm to increase. He continued to do so until Christy began to push back against the dildo as he pushed it into her wet depths. Then, and only then, did he allow himself to speed up. His arm, used to working with saws and drills, steadily increased the speed of his thrusts, until Christy was being fucked by the dildo just as hard and fast as if it were his own dick. He heard her breathing become fast and shallow, knowing that she had to be getting close to orgasm by the simple fact that her gasps were audible over the stereo. Her body began to tremble again, and her skin was becoming redder, especially around her pussy. Mike slowed his pace and spoke over the music. "Tell me before you cum." And then he increased his speed again.

Not very long afterwards, Christy shuddered violently in the stock and half-screamed. Her fists clenched and her neck arched back, once again pressing her head against the padding on the stock. Then her body relaxed and her head dropped. Mike sighed heavily. The dildo slipped easily out of Christy's twat, and Mike placed it on a towel from the kitchen. Then he began to unlock the spreader bar and the stock.

Christy was still hazy as Mike helped her out of the stock, but coherent enough to smile at him smugly. Mike's eyes displayed his annoyance. "I try to reward you, but you insist on having things your way. Well, fine. Time for a lesson." With that, he quickly and efficiently wrapped chain around one of her wrists, then proceeded to wrap the chain around her waist before grabbing her other wrist and wrapping that as well. He grabbed the loose ends of the chain and pulled them together in front of her. He drew them together tightly and placed a lock near her waist, leaving several links dangling on either side of the lock, and trapping her hands at her side. Mike walked out of the room and down the hall.

When he returned, he was carrying a large stool with a padded seat and using his feet to push a box along the floor. "If I had known that you were going to be this way, I would've set up earlier." Christy giggled at him, still quite clearly enjoying the after-effects of her orgasm. "I said I would reward you."

Christy interrupted. "And you did." She smiled at him, clearly pleased with herself.

Mike still had unreadable expression on his face. "Ah, yes, but perhaps not enough." He smiled at Christy's perplexed look. "Yes, you like to be indulged. Don't we all. But there is too much of a good thing, you know." Christy had begun to look apprehensive again.

Mike sat the stool down and opened the box. It was good sized box, about the size a small TV would come in. He pulled out a simple metal box that had two holes in the top, set close together and about an inch or so in diameter. There was an electrical cord protruding from the bottom of it, a dial of some sort, and an ON/OFF switch with a loop in it. There was a similar loop underneath the ON label. He placed the box underneath the stool. Reaching back into the cardboard box, he retrieved one thin pole, which he lowered through the seat on the stool and into the hole in the metal box, then screwed it on tight to something in the box. Smiling evilly over at Christy, he reached into the box again, and produced a dildo, similar in dimensions to the one he had just fucked her with. This he screwed onto the top of the pole, so that the head was just barely above the seat of the stool.

Standing again, he pushed the cardboard box out of the way and grabbed the petite girl. Hoisting her easily, he sat her down on the stool. Reaching down, he positioned her feet on the rungs and then looped a strap around each ankle, drawing it tight and fastening her feet in place. He then secured a chain to a larger hook protruding from the ceiling. "Don't worry, that hook is anchored in a support beam. Its good and sturdy." He looked up at the hook and nodded in satisfaction. Using two more locks, he attached each end of the chain near one of her wrists. He pushed her shoulders one way and then another, and nodded to himself as he noted that the stool didn't move very much.

"Now what are you going to do?" Christy asked viciously. "Make me cum some more? Ooh, that'll teach me a lesson, now won't it?"

Mike smiled again, seemingly pleased with himself. "Yes, and yes. I will make you cum until you beg me to stop. But I won't stop. And before you leave here tonight, you will learn that I can turn a punishment into a reward, or reward you until you are punished." He straightened out his glasses before he continued. "Have you ever cum so much that it hurt?"

Christy leered at him. "I won't beg you. Ever. And you can't make me cum enough to satisfy me, much less hurt me. I don't see why Sharon is with you. You just look like some looser metal-head. You--" The rest of her nasty tirade was cut off by a loud gasp. Mike had grown tired of her insults, and had used the toe of his boot to flick the on switch. The electric motor inside was now causing the dildo to piston in and out of Christy's still damp twat. He smiled at her, and picked up the stereo's remote. Flicking through the discs, he settled on one. Type-O-Negative's Bloody Kisses album, led off with the track "Machine Screw." The track is simply the sound of a woman using an industrial machine of some sort to screw herself. Mike found the track appropriate for the situation.

Shooting another smile at Christy, Mike reached into the suitcase and removed a pair of nipple clamps. They were simple clamps, just basically like metal clothes pins, but smaller, and with rubber grips on the pinching surfaces. He clipped one on to each of her tits, delighting in the way she bit her lip to keep from making a sound as the clamps bit into her nipples. Smiling more, Mike adjusted the dial on the box, causing the dildo to move faster, and then slower. Finally, he settled on one speed, and then picked out one black lock from the suitcase. Grinning widely now, he snapped the lock into place on the ON/OFF switch. "I think I'll go fix a drink for myself." With that, he departed.

Alone, with only the repeating "Machine Screw" track and the whirring of the machine beneath her, Christy tried to ignore the ramifications of her situation. She had been rude to Mike, who now had the only keys that could release her. Further more, she had haughtily declared that she would never beg him for anything, and the he could never make her cum enough to regret her actions. Pride dictated that she live by those words, yet the incessant movement of the dildo in and out of her pussy was definitely affecting her. The plug in her ass kept her pussy pulled tighter, increasing the friction. And, of course, there was the fact that the dildo was rubbing against the plug in her butt through her thin wall, and that was rather exciting as well. But she had to resist, she just had to. The dildo wasn't fucking her that fast, she could hold out.

Mike was still in the kitchen ten minutes later when he heard her groan as the first orgasm ran through her.

Finally reappearing in the living room, Mike had two drinks and an ashtray. He sat the ashtray down on the arm of the couch, and one of the drinks beside it. The other, he carried to Christy. She was sweating profusely now, and the padded seat was slick with her juices. Gasping and groaning, her whole body was trembling. Mike raised the glass to her lips, and she drank thirstily. When she had had her fill, he sat down and lit a cigarette. He watched her intently, not bothering the hide the look of amusement on his face.




Unexpected Poker Night



"Asshole," she bit off at him, though she grunted just afterward and held her breath as another orgasm shook her body.

He smiled, and took another drag. Periodically, he would get up and allow her to drink, though once she spit the water on him. Mike didn't look very pleased, and he turned the speed up some before pulling the nipple clamps off. As the blood and feeling rushed back into her abused nipples, Christy came again very hard, leaning forward slightly, allowing the chain to support her. Mike simply sat back down and lit another cigarette.

Sometime afterward, though since the one track was simply repeating itself and there wasn't a clock in sight, Christy finally had enough. She was sweating very badly now, her whole body felt weak, and her pussy was getting entirely too sore. "You can let me go now, Mike." Her voice was soft, breathy.

Mike actually began to laugh. "What's so goddamn funny?" she shouted, her stomach muscles contracting to force the air out. This cause her vaginal muscles to contract again, sending her off into another screaming orgasm. At this point, the she had had so many orgasms that they all were blending into one another, but her pussy was finally starting to desensitize.

"You are what's so goddamn funny. You're a freaking mess. When you came in here, you were all high and mighty, boss of everyone. You're hair was done up all nice, you had nice clothes on, you had you're pride. But now," he paused while he took a drag from his cigarette. "Now, your hair is plastered to your head and neck with your own sweat. Your clothes are all wet, except for the underwear that Sharon cut off of you. And I can smell your cunt from over here." He took another drag. "Anyway, I can't let you go yet." He smiled.

"Why not?" she asked weakly as soon as her body was done convulsing.

"You haven't begged me yet." He said it so nonchalantly that he might have been talking about a new CD.

Christy breathed hard, feeling yet another orgasm building deep within her. Her body ached, she was sore, tired, thirsty, and humiliated. She knew she had to give in, but she didn't want to. Mike shrugged and walked over to the machine again. Christy struggled, but she knew what he was doing. Within moments, the fake cock was moving faster again, and the orgasm burst forth stronger than ever.

When she opened her eyes, she saw him. He was smoking, still. The ashtray had several butts in it now, but he didn't seemed fazed at all. She whispered. He leaned closer. "What was that?" he asked, cupping a hand behind his ear.

"I'm done. I've had enough orgasms. Let me go." She sounded tired, but her voice quavered and she orgasmed again. He just shook his head. "Please! Let me go. I'm done." Still no response. "I'm begging you, let me go, please!"

"I'd love to, but I can't." He shrugged.

"Why not? I've begged you. Please, let me--" she moaned the rest out and slumped forward again.

Again, she forced her eyes open, and found Mike standing in front of her with the water glass. She shook her head, but he tilted her chin up and looked at her. "The keys to the locks on the chain and the lock on the machine are in your ice cubes. I can't unlock you until the keys are unfrozen." Her eyes grew wide and her mouth opened slightly. Mike tilted the glass, and three ice cubes fell into her mouth. "Melt the ice, and I can let you go." He stooped down and turned the dial again, making the dildo fuck her twat even faster. "That should help turn the heat up," Mike said to absolutely no-one. And he sat back down again.

Christy's eyes were closed and she gasped and panted around her mouthful of ice as her sore pussy sent more and more waves of pained pleasure coursing through her. Her breathing quickened, her small breasts heaving, until finally her body tightened again, throwing her head back as she screamed as best she could before going limp again. Slumped forward, her mouth fell open and the ice fell back out, now mostly melted with the keys protruding.

Sharon clapped loudly. Mike glance over at her. Sharon was mostly nude, wearing only the thin green panties she favored, her large breasts on proud display. Her hair was damp, as were her panties. Katie was standing slightly behind her, still nude, her labia dull-red with the shiny evidence of sex on her thighs.

Mike snuffed his smoke and picked up the keys. Sharon walked over to support Christy while he undid the locks and shut off the machine. Together, they laid the spent little redhead on the couch.

"That looked like one hell of an orgasm." Sharon grinned widely at Mike.

"Well, you know I'm mechanically inclined." He grinned back at her. "But I still don't like to use them too much; I think they aren't especially erotic. But they do have their uses." He went to smile at Sharon, but she grabbed him and kissed him hard, hungrily. Surprised, he tried to grab her hands, but they were already on his pants.

Finally, he did grab her hands, and pulled them away from his pants. "What about her?" he whispered to his lover.

"Let her watch," she whispered back, her eyes sparkling. She giggled again and got his pants undone. Sinking to her knees, Sharon dragged his pants and boxers down with her, freeing his cock, which bobbed up in front of her face. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, swallowing most of his shaft easily, and then began sucking on it. Her mouth moved back towards the head of his cock, her tongue dragging along the ridge underneath. Her tongue then began to circle the head of his dick, before she plunged forward again.

Mike pulled his shirt off, knocking his hat to the floor. His hands then fell down to the back of her head, twining his lover's thick black hair around his fingers. He sucked in his breath when Sharon let go of his cock and licked his balls. His eyes closed as she continued to bath his sac with her tongue before sucking on his cock again. He couldn't take much more, and began to pull up on her hair. Sharon reluctantly released his dick from her mouth and stood. His mouth fastened onto her neck, and he bit her hard, the way she liked it. As he sucked on her neck, his hands ran down her back and up her stomach, pinching her nipples. Again his hands dipped, one hand down the front of her panties, the other down the back. She spread her legs slightly, and sucked in her breath as one finger found its way into her quim, while another finger invaded her ass. She let him play with her clit as he fingered her ass for but a moment, before pushing him away.

Stepping back, Mike grabbed her panties and pulled them down. Sharon stepped out of them easily, and Mike grabbed her around the waist and hauled her to the floor. Looping one of her knees over his elbow, he plunged his dick into her wet pussy. He had been turned on all night, first watching Katie prance around nude, and then watching Christy cum so many times. But since Sharon and Katie had disappeared into the bedroom, he had found his mind on only one thing: what his lover was doing with this girl. Now, Sharon was back, and Mike could smell pussy on her face, and he knew that Katie's tongue had just been where his dick was now.

He fucked Sharon hard, fast, like had hadn't seen her for months. And Sharon loved it. Her nails bit into his back as his dick touched her deep within her pussy. She screamed once or twice. And then she said "Fuck...me...from...behind..."before gasping and going rigid with her orgasm.

Mike obliged her, and quickly. He loved to fuck Sharon this way. It was one of their favorite positions. It felt good to both of them, and it allowed him to play with her clit and her ass while he fucked her. Her breasts swayed and bounced, and her nipples would rub the sheets or the carpet. She could even reach back and play with his dick or balls if she wanted to. But tonight, she just wanted his cock in her twat. And her fucked her hard, grabbing her waist and slamming his shaft as far as he could get it. And she moaned and screamed like always (she had always been very vocal, though not all women are). Mike lubricated a finger wither her plentiful pussy juice and began to slowly push it into her ass, while his other hand crept around to pinch and rub her clit. Sharon went wild.

Katie came over and set down, watching intently. She slowly leaned forward and kissed Sharon, the two of them allowing their tongues to dance together. Sharon reached up with one hand and pulled Katie closer, and then she whispered something in her ear. Turning slightly pink, Katie turned and presented Sharon with her newly shaved pussy. Mike watched disbelieving as Sharon leaned forward and began to eat Katie's pussy. He had her talk about it, but he had never seen Sharon actually with another girl. Oh, sure, he had seen her kiss other girls, but not go down on them. He slowed down, hardly believing his eyes. But Katie had her eyes closed, and she was panting. Sharon's twat was tightening again, and Mike knew she was going to cum soon. He redoubled his efforts, and began to work another finger into her ass, enjoying the way she wiggled and squirmed. Sharon was awesome at oral sex, as Mike well knew, but he hadn't expected Katie to cum as quickly as she did. Seeing his lover bring another woman to climax was more than enough for Mike, and he thrust his dick in hard and pinched Sharon's clit as he came, and came hard. Sharon also grew rigid, and she trembled as her orgasm rocketed through her.

Tired and sweaty, Mike fell back, his dick growing soft again. Sharon turned to Mike, and brought her beautiful face near his. He could smell Katie all over her, and man, did that turn him on. "We have a surprise for you," Sharon whispered seductively. She kissed him deeply, and he delved into her mouth with his tongue, tasting Katie's arousal in her mouth. Her hand fell to his dick and began to stroke it as they kissed. Despite the hard use it had just gotten, Wrath (Mike insisted on naming his dick. "I don't some stranger making all my decisions for me," he had said. "But why Wrath?" Sharon complained frequently. "Feel my Wrath, woman!" was all that Mike would say to that.) seemed eager to be re-called. But Sharon broke their kiss way to earlier, in Mike's opinion. However she made up for this by leaning over and sucking on his cock.

Wondering what the hell this "surprise" was, Mike sat back and enjoyed, thinking that things couldn't possibly get any better. He looked over and saw that Katie was beginning to lick at Sharon's pussy lips. His cock now fully rock hard again, Mike blinked several times, but sure enough, Katie was going down on Sharon, right after he had fucked her. Katie began to lick harder, and seemed to be digging deeper. He heard sucking sounds, and felt Sharon giggle around her mouthful of cock.

Sharon was working his dick with one hand, his balls with the other, and she seemed intent on swallowing his whole dick. In the meantime, Mike had one hell of a show, watching Katie go to town on Sharon's well fucked twat. Before too long, and way to early, Mike felt the pressure growing in his dick, and he grabbed the back of Sharon's head. Just before he came, Katie looked up at him, and smiled. Then she stuck her tongue out, and Mike saw the cum he had just shot into Sharon in a gooey wad all over Katie's tongue and lips. That was it. His mouth open, making noises not unlike a grind core vocalist, Mike came in Sharon's mouth. She sucked on his cock, coaxing every little drop out.

When he was done, he pushed her mouth away. He was just too sensitive right now. Sharon looked at him, and smiled, before sticking out her tongue. There was the second load he had shot. Now Sharon turned to Katie and the two of them leaned in and kissed each other. Long, sensual, and with lots of tongue. When they finally broke their kiss, Sharon and Katie again presented their tongues to Mike. Globs of white semen were smeared all over both of their tongues and lips. Mike shuddered, and felt a familiar stirring in his dick. But too much too fast, and Wrath was down and out for the time being. The two girls swallowed their shared cum and licked their lips.

"Surprise!" said Sharon, giggling, and even Katie giggled a little.

However, now they had the task of cleaning up. Sharon took care of Christy, who was still passed out. The two girls carried her to the bathroom, and Katie returned to the living room alone and began to dress. Mike had already got his pants done back up, and was busy repacking the chains and locks. Both of the used dildos went onto the same towel, and he was busy cleaning the stool. The machine was already broken down and put away again.

"That was some night," Katie said as she pulled on her clothes.

Mike grunted and continued cleaning. Silence prevailed for a moment. "I don't think Christy is any shape to be going anywhere right now. Both of our spare bedrooms are full of stuff, but we can get blankets if you would like to sleep in the living room." Mike didn't look up as he spoke.

"I think that would be a good idea." The blonde girl finished dressing.

"First door on the right is the linen closet. Grab some blankets and let Sharon know that you're staying."

Katie nodded and went down the hall.