11 comments/ 20846 views/ 6 favorites Alicia's Humiliation By: Scotsman69 Author's note: This story was previously published with the same title, under the authorship of DuckanDrake. This was the name adopted by my writing partner and I for certain stories. She has decided to withdraw from that writing partnership, so DuckanDrake no longer exists. This story is largely mine, with some input and much editing from my writing partner. It is now re-published under my usual Lit name, with her agreement. I thank her for that. I have taken the opportunity to re-edit it a wee bit. The story is total fantasy, a might-have-been that never was and never will be. ***** The woman's living room was furnished and decorated austerely. Simple but expensive furniture, a few well-placed prints and paintings. None of it at first glance to his taste, but he appreciated the care that lay behind it. And knew, as was no doubt intended, that money had been spent. Not a rich woman maybe, but one who wanted her visitors to know that her lifespace was important to her. He turned and looked into his partner's eyes. She was more nervous than he. She had been with this woman before, been with her sexually, for some time, years before. Had again been with her not long ago, and had allowed the woman to abuse her once more, to make this encounter possible. He kissed her mouth and drew her to him, hands slipping over her silk dress, feeling the familiar beauty beneath it. Felt her shiver in excitement and fear as their meeting lips spoke their mutual love. - Darling, it will be good. I know you still need her; that is clear. But this time it will be different. This time we will be in control. She shuddered and shrank into him: - Yes darling. I'm more excited than scared. But still scared. You know how much power she had over me. Has yet. And ... I know this is a bit unfair, specially since you have seen me with Aaron ... but I'm unsettled at the thought of watching you fuck her. She was still clinging to him when the woman emerged from her kitchen with a tray of drinks. Glanced at them, a hard appraising look. - I see she still needs me? I knew that of course, the last time we met. I know what she needs from me. But you Michael, I don't know what you need exactly. Except that the two of you wanted a threesome, and she knew that I'd be up for an adventure. So what do YOU want Michael? I do need to know that before this goes further. He looked at the woman coolly. Miriam and he had discussed this in detail over several months. He and the woman had met for the first time over lunch, a couple of hours earlier. She was all that Miriam had said she would be: attractive, controlled, an aura of command about her. But he hadn't been deceived for long. The conversation had danced and pirouetted between them at first, Miriam remaining silent as she watched how her partner and her ex-lover reacted together. He'd soon directed the discussion to sex, asking the woman what she liked from a man, what she might want - or be prepared to take - from him. She had accepted the shift in direction but had been momentarily surprised at his boldness. Perhaps in her culture things weren't done this way, but she was an accomplished player. She had regained her composure immediately, but not before he had seen her surprise. She had prevaricated about what got her off, looking everywhere but in his eyes, gazing all round the busy city restaurant. He had leaned over the table and touched her chin, so she raised her eyes to him. - I will excite you till you get off today as you never have before. I know exactly how to do that. That's all you need to understand. When her eyes fell from his, he knew. So now in her home, two hours later, she was still trying to re-assert herself with him? As she bent to put the drinks tray on the table he moved behind her and placed his hands on her hips: - You need to know nothing about what I want now. You will discover soon enough. He released her. She stood and turned, glaring in his eyes. - I'm beginning to wish I hadn't agreed to this Michael. I don't like your style and your, your ... presumption. He pulled the woman to him and kissed her mouth. It was the first time they'd touched, introductory handshake in the restaurant apart. He was facing his partner as he did it and saw her flinch. She'd never seen him kiss another sexually. This woman was good. Her body melted into his as soon as he grabbed her for the kiss and he knew her need, despite her proud words. He was very excited, knowing that presently he'd have her, to play with and use as he wished. And he knew his lover would enjoy watching, and participating. She deepened the kiss, turning him so she could watch Miriam for her reaction. As the woman allowed her need to become palpable to them both, he pushed her away, gently but firmly: - I thought we were getting a drink?
 He moved from the woman and drew his partner to him, held her lovingly in a long embrace: - Do you know darling, I think she'll be fine. I'm just sorry about the price you must pay for this. But you know I love you. 

 When he turned the woman was looking at his partner, a playful smile on her face: - Oh, so you've told him about me, then?

 Miriam raised her head proudly and returned the woman's gaze: - Yes, of course. And despite it, he chose you, god help him. I suspect - she smiled at her lover - he sees you as a challenge. Now, how about that glass of wine? I think I need it.

 He stood back, irrelevant to this new shift between the two. The woman approached Miriam with the wine and held it to her: - My pleasure, and yes, you're right, you'll need it.

 He had never seen that look in his lover's eyes before, as the woman held her gaze and Miriam downed the glass in one. Never seen her do that either, she wasn't a drinker, normally sipped her drink slowly, on the odd occasion she had one. Then the woman grabbed her and kissed her. He moved to the table and took his whisky, glad to have something to divert himself with. He had known this day would be strange and exciting, but he hadn't been prepared for the power the woman still exerted over his lover. He turned to watch them, a new detachment as he saw Miriam sexually with someone else for only the second time, the first with a female.

 The woman took Miriam by the hand and led her to the couch. Sat beside her and poured another full glass of wine. Then raised her own glass and looked at him, patted the cushion beside her: - Come join the company. Let's drink to our adventure?

 He smiled at the woman and sat beside her, nursing his whisky. Noticed her hand was possessively on his partner's knee. Raised his cut crystal tumbler to her: - Where I come from it's normal to clink glasses with someone you are going to have sex with. 

 Miriam and the woman raised their hands and three glasses clinked: Slainthe, he said. And sipped his whisky, watching and feeling the interplay between the two women, fascinated.

 Then he turned to the woman: -Put your glass down now. She looked in his eyes and slowly placed her glass on the table. He pulled her face to his roughly and kissed her. Her mouth opened immediately. Her hand had been in his partner's groin but as he kissed her it rose and went round his neck. As the woman's tongue entered his mouth he could smell Miriam's cunt from her hand. He liked kissing this woman. He knew something about her and was excited that she had challenged him but still needed him. He felt his partner's eyes on them both as the kiss deepened and his hand went to the woman's breasts. The nipples were hard through the flimsy top. He pinched them and then pulled back from her. 

 - I think my glass needs topping up. She looked in his eye defiantly:

 - The bottle's in the kitchen.

 He returned her look and gazed an intrigued smile: - Is that so? I need to get my own then? He was beginning to enjoy himself. He glanced at his partner and knew she wasn't enjoying herself at all. Well, not yet. And as to the woman? He was lusting for her now, even more than he had in his fantasies when they were planning this, but he didn't really care about her. As long as he and Miriam got what they were looking for.

 When he returned from the kitchen with whisky bottle and a jug of water, the two women were talking in near-whispers. He replenished his drink and walked to the far wall, looking intently at the prints and paintings. He didn't know the art, this was far from home and he wasn't any expert. But he knew quality when he saw it. He studied a delicate pastel landscape, and began to think that maybe he might share something with this strange imperious woman. 

 He moved round the room studying the art. Awareness of the fineness of her taste grew on him. Then familiar moans over his shoulder turned his head. The woman was kneeling between Miriam's thighs, eating her cunt. The sight, and his partner's sexsounds, electrified him. He watched transfixed as the woman rose and drew Miriam to her. Kissed her deeply, fingers in her cunt. His partner was clearly very aroused and he felt a stab of deep jealousy shoot through him.

Then the woman raised her eyes to him and nodded to the door. He nodded back, surprised at the respect he felt for her, as he watched her lead Miriam from the room. His partner raised her eyes timidly to him and blushed.
He followed the pair.
 *****

 Though he was behind them he knew that the woman was dragging Miriam, fingers hooked in her cunt under her loose silk dress. He followed them into the bedroom and gasped. Miriam had been here before, she had described it for him, but still he was surprised. 

 There were rings fixed to the wall, at various levels. On the dressing-table lay an array of implements. The woman nodded him to a chair and he sat. She was to have her way with his lover first, that was the agreement. Then he would have the woman. Miriam had agreed to pay the price, whatever it might be, for his pleasure. And, he knew, for hers. The woman had no fucking idea what was going to hit her later.

 The woman told Miriam to strip and he watched in fascination as his lover complied. He had never seen her behave like this, almost in a trance. The woman's power over her was much greater than he had been led to believe.
When she was unclothed the woman turned Miriam to face him, then moved to stand beside her, facing him also. They were both naked and he compared their bodies, sipping his whisky. Noticed the woman was wearing a wicked-looking pair of high heels, nothing else.
He knew every inch of his lover, so his attention focused on the other woman. She was shorter than Miriam, but of similar build. Fit and utterly sexy. But his appraisal lasted only a few seconds. She grabbed Miriam and turned her, after glancing briefly at him. Miriam collapsed into her and he watched as the woman's hand went to her cunt. His cunt, the cunt he loved. 

 She wasn't gentle, the woman, and he felt his lover's wince as the fingers violated her. He was appalled at the gratuitous nastiness of the gesture but knew his place. He had to sit and watch. 

 The woman whispered something to Miriam and she bowed her head. Knelt, lapped at the woman's cunt. The woman turned in mid-stroke to the dressing-table, ignoring Miriam. Lifted something and fastened it round his lover's neck. A collar. But not a lover's collar. A studded dog-collar, such as some macho lout might buy for his rottweiler or pitbull.

 The woman fastened a chain to the collar and jerked it. Miriam fell over sideways. The woman tugged again and Miriam rose on her hands and knees, was dragged panting in humiliation to the big bed in the corner.
He gasped as he watched, Miriam's face a new composition for him. He deeply loved the woman who was being abused, but he could do nothing. Miriam knew what was coming afterwards. She would get her revenge then. He hoped it would be enough to compensate for this degradation.

 His partner crawled onto the bed and bent over, head on the mattress, arms clasped in submission behind her neck, arse and cunt exposed above her raised thighs. The woman turned to the dressing-table and selected a cane. He noted that her control over Miriam was so complete that she didn't even bother to secure her victim to the bed.

 The cane crashed across his lover's arse and he watched as the welt rose, red and clearly agonising. Again and again the cane rose and fell. The woman was maniacal, but as he made to rise and stop this abomination his lover's eyes sought his. He sat back again, subdued by her look. Watched in horror as the scene unfolded before him. He knew Miriam had been with this woman before, had been so infatuated by her that she had borne this and worse. His lover had known what she had let herself in for when she arranged this encounter. He shuddered as he absorbed this new understanding of who she was, who she had been. And still was, at least in part.

 The woman dropped the cane and jumped on the bed. He admired the fitness required to do that. She sat with her thighs parted round Miriam's head.

 - Eat me bitch. The woman's voice was hard.

 He watched as Miriam raised her head, eagerness in her eyes, licked up the woman's thighs and into her cunt.
He was transfixed. He hated the woman for doing this to his lover, but at the same time he was fascinated. He had thought Miriam's obsession with her was in the past. Clearly the woman still had her in thrall.

 The woman pushed Miriam's head back: - I need to get more comfortable bitch. Move back and let me lie. Then make me cum. Miriam obediently shuffled lower down the bed and the woman sprawled on her back. Michael watched as her legs splayed, knees falling outward, and for the first time he had a clear view of her waxed cunt, obscenely spread for him. His cock was rigid knowing what it would presently enjoy. This controlling woman had deliberately moved so he could see her display.

 - Lick me, bitch. Make me cum. Miriam's head fell to the task and he watched and listened. His lover's arse was in the air as she worked on the woman and his eyes rested longingly there. But he could have his lover any time. This woman was available only today. His eyes moved to her face. Her pleasure at Miriam's eager ministrations was clear.

 Her eyes were slitted, her teeth biting hard on her bottom lip, head pushed forward in pleasure. One hand gripped Miriam's head hard to her cunt, whilst the fingers of her other hand pulled and twisted her own nipple.

 - Fingerfuck me bitch. She hissed between gritted teeth, and Miriam shifted to do her bidding. The woman's hands flew to both her nipples, tearing at them in a frenzy, her hips bucking under Miriam's tongue and fingers, face contorting as her climax approached. Then her hands crushed Miriam's head to her with frightening strength as her body jerked and bowed in an overwhelming spasm; head thrown back and breathy screams forced through the stretched vocal chords. A series of fast jerks wracked her body. 

 She yelled at Miriam: - Faster bitch. Miriam lowered her head and applied herself anew, sucking and nibbling at the sex, while the woman spasmed and came repeatedly, grunting obscenely, her feet pounding the backs of Miriam's thighs. Only when she was exhausted did the woman finally relent, shoving Miriam's head back with a vicious jerk: - Enough bitch. You pleased me well, as usual.

 The woman rose from the bed and moved to stand in front of him. Dipped her fingers in her cunt then rubbed them under his nose. Miriam remained crouched on the bed. The woman moved to the dressing-table and lifted four sets of cuffs. Hefted them in her hand, looking Michael in the eye, proud and cold. Then returned to the bed.

 - Get up bitch. Miriam rose and the woman instructed her to pile pillows in a particular spot on the bed, then lie face down with them under her hips. The woman secured her wrists and ankles to the head and foot of the bed and Miriam lay spread and secured, her arse and cunt high in the air. The woman lifted a flogger from the dressing-table and raised it over her shoulder. Brought it down viciously between his lover's legs.

 Miriam screamed, convulsed, and the woman raised the flogger again. Another two screams filled the air. Then she turned smiling to him as Miriam sobbed on the bed.

 - I hope you like how I treat my bitch Michael. You understand that she's still my bitch. She always has been. You may think you have her now. But I will always own a corner of her.

 He looked in her face, his smile weak: - That's as may be. It's between you and her. Now, excuse me, I need a whisky and a smoke.
 
 He rose and left. In the living room he poured himself a whisky and, opening a window, lit a Balkan Sobranie. He had to draw the woman away from his lover. 

 *****

 There was a faint sound on the hardwood floor behind him, then she was beside him.

 - Nobody is allowed to smoke in my home.

 - Sorry, I didn't know your house-rules. He stubbed the cigarette on the outside of the window. Sipped his whisky as he returned her cool gaze with a smile. Then reached his free hand between her legs and ploughed her cunt roughly: - I think you have unfinished business next door? I apologise for causing you an interruption. Let's return, I want to see everything. I need to know how she is with you. His fingers dug in her slippery opening and she gasped at the intrusion. He withdrew his fingers and taking her hand, led her back to the bedroom.

 Miriam was still sprawled on the bed. He turned to the woman:

 - May I speak to her for a minute? She nodded and he crouched by the bed, stroked his lover's face. Bent and kissed her cheek. Whispered: - I love you darling. Miriam smiled at him and he knew she was fine with this. So far. He sat on his chair and nodded to the woman.

 She moved over to Miriam and grabbed her hair, yanked her head back painfully. 

 - Your fucking man lit a cigarette in my house. I can't punish him so I will punish you, bitch. For both of you. Her hand ran down Miriam's spine and he heard his lover sigh, felt her relax. The woman's fingers slipped between Miriam's arsecheeks and he knew when the finger dug into her anus from the expression on his lover's face. Then the hand withdrew and cracked down hard on Miriam's arse twice.

 The woman stood and removed the shoes from her feet. They were like nothing Michael had ever seen before: red fuck-me shoes with impossibly long heels which tapered to sharp points.
The woman placed one on the bed between Miriam's legs. She fingered his lover's cunt. Took the other shoe, toe-down to the bed, and slid the wicked heel into Miriam's vagina.

 Michael leapt from his seat, a cry in his throat, but Miriam raised her face and smiled wanly at him: - No darling. The agreement, remember? It was the first time she had spoken since she entered the bedroom. The woman didn't look up. Her eyes were on his lover's cunt and the shoe with which she was abusing it. Then she paused, turned, and looked at him.

 - Michael, I know this wasn't part of the agreement. But it'd be good for my bitch if you help me. I don't want to injure her. Come over here. Please.

 He looked at his partner and she nodded from behind hooded eyes. Christ, he thought, she's getting off on this. He walked to stand beside the woman.

 - Pull her arsecheeks wide for me, I'm sure you like doing that.

 He hesitated but complied. The woman raised the other vicious heel and as he held Miriam's arse wide apart, slid it into her anus. His lover gasped and twinged. The woman crouched back and began fucking his lover's cunt and arse with the heels. Slowly and carefully.

 He was appalled at himself. He was incredibly excited by this violation of his partner. Could see from her face the discomfort and humiliation she was experiencing. There was arousal too, her hooded eyes. Looked at the woman's face and saw a terrible grimace. Couldn't stop himself. He reached for the woman's groin, between the arms controlling the cruel heels fucking his lover. Rubbed her clit.

 Alicia's Humiliation - Stop that Michael. The woman's voice was hard, commanding: - If you excite me and I lose control, these things will damage her. He withdrew his hand from the woman's cunt immediately, ashamed that in his excitement he had forgotten his lover's safety. Used both hands to again part Miriam's arsecheeks, to minimise any hurt from the moving shoes which impaled her. Was astounded when moments later he heard sounds which heralded Miriam's orgasm. Watched in disbelief as her body wracked and spasmed. The woman withdrew the shoes and cast them across the room. Stood and raised the flogger again, brought it down in a vicious movement across Miriam's cunt. Several more strikes. His lover contorted and screamed, and her spasms told him she had cum again. He staggered back to the chair. He and Miriam had played a lot and done some strange things with each other, but he had had no idea... The woman looked up at him. She was bent over Miriam, unfastening the cuffs, kissing and licking the back of her neck, stroking her hair, whispering. She turned to him: - I think I've taught you something new about my bitch Michael? He slumped back on the chair. Miriam rose unsteadily from the bed and moved to him. He stood to embrace her, kiss her sweet mouth, clasp her trembling body. He was very aroused now and his pulsing cock pressed his lover's belly through his suit trousers. His mind was a confusion he had never experienced before. He was horrified at what had happened. Wanted her now. But he wanted to taste and fuck her strange ex-lover also, and he knew that this afternoon he would do both. - Mistress says I must undress you now darling. Tears ran down her face. Her quivering fingers started working his shirt buttons: - And I'm fine. She looked at him shyly, almost ashamed, aware of what he had witnessed, what she had revealed of herself. - I knew what to expect when we arranged this. As you can see she still has a hold on me. She was whispering and he had difficulty making out her words. - You are still my bitch! He looked up from his lover and the woman was lying on the bed masturbating with a dildo: - I'm not finished with you yet whoreslut. Now get his fucking clothes off, I need to see the present you've brought me. And then get over here. It's not over for you yet. Miriam removed the last of his clothes and was surprised at the size of his erection. He didn't have a huge cock. She had never seen it as engorged and monstrous as it was now. - Bring him over here bitch. There was no brooking the command and he allowed his lover to lead him to where the woman lay on the bed. He felt hungry eyes on his cock and it quivered as the woman's hand stretched out to touch it. - Good bitch, you have done well to bring me this. But you know you have a last service to perform for me. Do it. And the woman turned on her belly and raised her arse high on her kneeling thighs. Miriam crawled on the bed behind her and re-inserted the dildo in the woman's cunt. - Michael, perform a service for me also, before I allow you to play with me. Pull my bum wide so my bitch can pleasure me there. Michael complied, and watched as his lover's face bent into the woman's gaping arse, began licking. Her hand was steadily pumping the dildo in the woman's cunt. The woman began groaning and Miriam's head was bobbing faster in her arse, hand pistoning the plastic in her. The woman was writhing and as her climax built, she emitted a long wet fart into his lover's mouth. Miriam lifted her face momentarily from her task, panting in distaste. - Get your mouth back, I'm nearly there. Make me cum. Do your job bitch. Miriam bowed her head again, still wearing the obscene collar. Gasped, licking, tongue probing, arm moving fast. The woman convulsed and screamed. Her legs flailed, striking Miriam sharply. Then she shuddered and collapsed. ***** Michael took his lover in his arms, kissing her face, overpowered by the love he felt for her. In part he knew she had undergone an awful ordeal, for him. So that he could have the woman. But in part he knew that some perverse aspect of her which he didn't yet understand, had needed it. The woman still held her in thrall, something lingered... Most importantly, she had done it because she knew the woman would submit to him. And Miriam would watch everything, as he had watched her humiliation at the woman's hands. She wanted to see her domme tormentor subjugated. By him. Despite her own profound misgivings. Michael licked her eyes and nodded to the form of the woman, still sprawled on the bed. - Darling, you know I am really going to enjoy this? She smiled at him uncertainly. - Even more than I enjoyed Aaron love? She was referring wistfully to their only previous sexual experience with another person. He kissed her mouth: - No, this is quite different from our time with Aaron. He is a lovely man and a friend. She - he raised his voice as he nodded at the comatose woman - is a quite different kettle of fish. I will treat her as she deserves. I know she will enjoy it in her own way. But I will use her for my sexual pleasure entirely. He walked over to the woman and slapped her arse hard, several times. - Won't I darling? You know what you must give me, don't you? And what you will give Miriam in the process? When she didn't speak he flipped her over onto her back and knelt beside the bed. Bit her nipple hard. The woman jerked and pretended to come awake, her carefully-coiffed hair a wretched mess. - What? Oh... Michael. Her arms rose to draw his head to hers but he moved back: - I think it's time you made us all a coffee before we continue, don't you? He looked in the woman's eyes. The cool pride was still there, but there was something else too. Her eyes dropped from his. - Well, you don't know my kitchen and it has changed since she - disdainful nod - was last here. So maybe I should. It was a brave attempt to save her dignity. She rose and went to take a silk gown from the back of the door. - No! Naked. She turned and looked at him, opened her mouth to speak... - You've had your turn vixen. Just organise some coffee. The woman left the room, unclothed, and he handed the gown to Miriam, found another for himself. Kissed his lover, long and lingering. Took the Balkan Sobranies and lighter from his jacket pocket. Hesitated, then took a blindfold too. Miriam held his hand and they wandered through the house, stopping to peer into rooms curiously, gaze at prints and wall-hangings. The woman certainly had taste and a budget. The last room they looked in was her study. He drew Miriam through the door, his arm round her, and squinted at the bookshelves which lined three walls. A literate woman, and perhaps - they peered at her poetry collection, fastidiously arranged alphabetically by author - under that hard exterior a human being lurked somewhere? He voiced his thought to his lover and she nodded: - Oh yes. You didn't really think I loved her just because she used me darling? She is in many ways a most remarkable woman. Accomplished and successful in career terms yes, but underneath lies a very decent human being. He wasn't so sure about that. He knew of the woman's career. Knew you couldn't succeed in her chosen path without trampling a lot of other folk into the ground under you. That didn't for him square with decency or humanity... And yet, the poetry and novels spoke of someone interested in, maybe caring about, people. The woman was truly an enigma. A call from the living room interrupted his thoughts and they moved from the study. In the living room a coffee tray lay on the table. He recognised the crockery instantly: Scotty Wilson from Royal Worcester. A classic of the 60s and, he knew, rare and expensive now. He had loved it since he was at university, and he and Miriam were painstakingly collecting it piece by piece for their new home. They looked up as the woman entered the room from the kitchen. She remained naked but her hair was back in order and she had applied some makeup. He rose and took her in his arms. - Thank you for tarting yourself up for me vixen. She winced at the verb but he drew her to him and kissed her. She hesitated before opening her mouth to his. As soon as she did he released her abruptly. He sat on the couch with Miriam and pointed the woman at a chair opposite: - Sit there vixen. And open your legs. We want to see your cunt. He drew the cigarettes from the gown pocket and lit one, looking in her eyes. She sat down, legs demurely together, said nothing. He threw the lit cigarette on her lap. She leapt up and the burning tube fell to the hardwood between her feet. He moved round the table to retrieve it and slapped her thigh as she settled back on the seat. Looked in her eyes as he drew on the cigarette, and exhaled in her face. The woman averted her eyes and coughed. - I said open your legs. We want to see your cunt. You know the rules of engagement. Your turn's over. The woman's thighs remained resolutely together. He rose and extinguished the cigarette in a saucer. Drew Miriam up beside him and kissed her. - We'll go now darling. She's broken the rules. She's got what she wanted and she's not playing any more. He took his partner's hand and led her towards the hall. The woman's voice sounded behind them, a tinge of urgency in it: - My ... my legs are apart now. They turned. The woman sat with legs wide, a strange smile playing on her face. Her fingers brushed her cunt. - I do play by the rules, bastard. It was you who broke them. I said nobody smokes in my home. He strode over, delivered a stinging blow across the woman's face: - Nobody calls me bastard. But, - sitting, and drawing Miriam down beside him - I agree, I did break your smoking rule. Deliberately. Now, can we start again? I haven't tasted your cunt yet. He moved over to her and knelt between her parted thighs. Drew her face into his kiss, then licked down her neck, his mouth lingering briefly on her breasts. He heard Miriam's hiss of jealousy behind him. Looked up into the woman's eyes: - I think, I just think, that there might be a human being lurking behind your contrived exterior, vixen. And he bowed his head and tasted her cunt. Fuck, he wanted this, slurped greedily, aware as he tasted her arousal that his cock was throbbing, inflamed and wanting. He had been denying himself as he allowed this woman to exact her price from his lover. He withdrew from her and looked in her face. She was panting. - Now maybe we should have that coffee? He returned to sit by Miriam, drew her into his arms, allowed her to taste the woman's cunt on his mouth. His erection was protruding red and proud between the folds of the silk gown. Then he leaned forward to pick up his coffee cup, pinkie ostentatiously extended. He glanced up, caught a flashed exchange of looks between his lover and the woman. Miriam said: - You've come on a bit in the world since I was last here Alicia? She nodded at the crockery, the art on the walls. The woman smiled, the first human warmth he had seen in her: - Well, I suppose we all have. I know you're doing well. I don't however - she glanced disdainfully at Michael - know anything about him? - He's OK, Miriam smiled. Michael sat up, drained his coffee. This wasn't the way it was supposed to go. He didn't really want any humanity intruding into what he had to do to this woman. He moved over to her, took her arm, drew her up. - It's time. You and me now. He pulled the blindfold from his pocket and drew it over the naked woman's eyes. ***** Miriam and he guided the woman towards the bedroom. He felt Alicia's pressure on his hand and, remembering what he was about to do to her, returned the grip momentarily. Then they were in the room. He nodded his lover towards the attachments on the wall beside the bed. Together they cuffed the woman to them so she was near-crucified, her back to the wall. A Saint Andrews Cross, arms and legs spread wide diagonally. He knelt before her and licked her cunt. Then rose and lapped into her tangy oxters. Fuck, he was going to enjoy this. He removed the blindfold from her eyes, watched her face as she blinked in the light. Kissed her mouth as his fingers sought her cunt. She was wet. Well, the bitch could wait. He turned to his lover. Miriam stood, uncertain. He slipped the silk gown from her and his fingers feathered her body. His love for her returned in a flood as he stroked her, the other woman forgotten. He knew what they had to do, he and his lover. Something that would hurt the other woman harder than anything. He lifted Miriam and laid her gently on the bed, below and before the woman. Moved to the end of the bed and lifted her foot to his lips. He made love to her feet with his mouth, sucking her toes wetly and delving between them with his tongue. She quivered, her eyes on his face. He covered her entire feet with licks and kisses, adored her calves. Lingered behind her knees, gnawing at the tendons, her legs lifted straight in the air, before lapping wetly down the backs of her thighs. Tongued her liquid cunt and oily arse. Fuck he loved having her like this, open and exposed to him. Was tempted to take her then, but set his aching need aside. He needed to tease both women. So he set her legs carefully back on the bed. Then licked up the outsides of the thighs to her fine wide hips, returned down the tops of them to her knees. He was overpowered by her enticing cuntstink but resisted licking there yet. He knew how to arouse his lover, the long slow tease she needed. When he reached her knees he glanced up at the woman. She was panting, hooded eyes focused on Miriam's groin. He reached a hand out and stroked the woman's cunt, feathering her clit before plunging two fingers into her. Then withdrew. Returned his attention to his lover. Leaned over her and sucked her long hard nipples, then licked up her throat past the collar, kissed her mouth. Removed the debasing collar with trembling fingers. - I love you darling. This slut - he nodded up towards the woman - is our toy for the afternoon. You are my lover for life. We're going to show her what love means. But before we do, you need to do something for me. You know why. He reached for the cockring on the bedside table and gave it to Miriam. Fingers quivering, she put it on him. He knew Miriam resented this. When they had planned this event she had told him she wanted him to cum only in her. She didn't mind how long he fucked the woman or where, but Miriam wanted his sperm. He had refused that, told her he was going to spunk the bitch, had to. She had finally agreed. Now she was fastening onto him the instrument which meant his sperm was saved for the other woman. There were tears on Miriam's face when she finished and he licked them off. - Thank you darling, I know that was hard for you. Now turn over, I need to worship your back. Miriam turned and he drew breath sharply when he saw the extent of the weals where the woman had caned her earlier. Moved to his bag and took the ointment they had brought against this eventuality - Miriam had warned him of the woman's tastes. He applied the soothing substance over the angry marks on his lover's body. Then he drew something else from the bag and looked a question in Miriam's eye. She grinned when she saw the bottle of piri-piri, a fiery South African chili sauce that makes Tabasco seem mild. He walked over to the woman with the bottle. Her brows rose as she looked at it, but otherwise her face betrayed nothing. He poured some on his fingertips and rubbed it onto the woman's clit. She gasped and stifled a scream. He was careful not to let any go inside her: he was going there and he didn't want his cock burned. He rubbed more on her clit and watched in satisfaction as the woman finally screamed in pain, the powerful chili biting the most sensitive part of her. - Now suck it all from my fingers vixen. Every last drop, I don't want a hint of it on my lover. The woman sucked his fingers clean. Then he rubbed her eyes and as he knew from his own mistakes in the kitchen, the residue of the chili burned her there. She blinked furiously and tears ran down her face. - That will teach you to do a proper job in future vixen. He went to the bathroom to scrub his hands thoroughly. Returned to crouch over his lover's back, the other woman still gasping in acute discomfort beside them. He licked Miriam's neck and in behind her ears, over her shoulders and into the edges of her shoulderblades. Then methodically and carefully down her spine. Lapped into her arsecrack, taking care to avoid the weals and their embrocation. His hands pulled her arsecheeks wide. Excited by the alluring smell of her there he licked faster and deeper till his lover squirmed at the feel of his tongue probing her anus: - I want you there darling. I want your cock in me, in my cunt first, then my arse. - In good time sweetness, in good time. I need to love you and heal you from that woman's abuse. On your back now darling. Miriam turned then and he gazed in awe at her for a few moments, lightly stroking her. He was always amazed at her incredible sexual beauty. No woman he had ever met had affected him in this way, generated a constant burning physical and emotional adoration and need. From the first time they met he had known in his heart that he'd found his life-partner. He kissed her mouth: - Now we're going to show that woman what love means. But before we make love you need a proper orgasm darling. Lift your bum up. As she did so he stuffed a couple of pillows under her so her cunt was raised from the bed. And he knelt between her thighs and bowed his head, lapped properly for the first time today into her sweet sex, teasing and loving with tongue, lips and teeth. Her labia engorged under his attentions and her cunt opened, spreading joyfully, a flower responding to sunlight. He slid three fingers into her, palm up and fingers curling round and rubbing hard into her gspot. He had strong mountaineer's fingers, a few digits capable of bearing his entire weight, and he worked them with skill against her, varying the pressure as his lips pursed round her clit and he sucked. But much as he needed to taste her as he worked her with love and skill, he couldn't respond well enough to her needs. He had to see her face. So he slid up her body, thumb replacing mouth on her clit, gazing into her hooded eyes as his fingers dug and searched and wrought pleasure from her. Her eye and facial movements guided his fingers and he kissed her deeply as he watched and felt the orgasm begin to build in her, kissing and loving and rubbing and probing harder as she began the rapid ascent. - Fuck how I love you woman. And that cunt hanging off the wall, I'm going to abuse her for you. - Yes, darling, yes. Abuse her and hurt her... oh fuck ... hurt her for me, inside her head ... oh my love harder, more ... Miriam's eyes were turning up in her head and he knew she was near: - You're going to help me destroy her. Before I take her you're going to use her shoe in her cunt, the one she violated you with. Miriam shuddered and spasmed, his wriggling wrist at her cunt soaked as she squirted in her climax. He moved his hand and slid his cock into her, kissing her face in adoration: - Oh my darling, how I want to cum in your cunt. This should be the time I ... impregnate ... you. The words were broken by the urgency and power of his hard thrusts into her: - but ... you ... know ... I ... need to spunk her ... He was hanging on the edge of orgasm, the tight ring preventing his ejaculation. Miriam had no such constraint. Alicia's Humiliation - Cum for me darling. Cum on my thrusting cock. Your cock. - ahhhHHHHH jesusfuck ... darling ... Miriam exploded under him, her body pulsing and writhing, only eyewhites visible as her face contorted grotesquely. Christ he loved her always, but her orgasms were the most beautiful thing in the world. He licked and kissed her face as she gradually returned to earth, the beatific post-orgasmic smile emerging to illuminate her slowly. He slid his cock into her sweet arse, fucked her with yearning passion, watched and felt in joy as she orgasmed again. Then she looked up and caught the expression on the other woman's face. Both of them had forgotten about her during their love-making. Miriam laughed and Michael followed her eyes. The woman was hanging from her restraints panting. He fell beside his lover and hugged her to him: - Ignore her for now sweet. She's a worthless whore. We'll deal with her later. He stroked her hair as her head nestled on his shoulder and within minutes she was asleep, exhausted by the trauma of the woman's treatment of her, and the intensity of the lovemaking with her partner. He carefully disentangled himself from Miriam. Rose without looking at the other woman, was nearly at the door, when she spoke: - I thought I was going to have you. Err, that you were going to have me? He turned to her: - Oh, I am. And left the room. ***** He poured himself a small whisky and lit a cigarette. Returned to the bedroom and sat in the chair. - So tell me vixen, what do you expect me to do to you? The woman looked in his eyes, impassive. He stood and lifted the bottle of piri-piri, moved towards her: - I asked you a question. It's polite to answer. Cool glare. He stood before her and dabbed the burning sauce on his fingertips. Stretched his hand to spread it on her clit. - Michael, I need you to use me. But not that again. Please. He looked in her eyes and saw submission. There was still a veil of cool arrogance too, but she had ceded to him. - Very well. Since you asked nicely. He held the sauced finger to her and she sucked it off, coughing violently at the searing heat in her mouth. He realised that he couldn't have her suck his cock now. Held the whisky to her mouth to sip. Then turned and gently shook his lover awake. - Come darling, you have work to do, and then a show to watch. He smiled as she climbed from her brief sleep, eyes fluttering open. - I love you Michael. He lay and kissed her gently, then nodded at the woman. - She's been complaining about lack of attention darling. Maybe we should give her some? Miriam's eyes widened and she smiled: - Yes, perhaps. What did you have in mind? He left the bed and fetched one of the wicked shoes. She took it from him and stood before the woman, stretched wide on her restraints. Fingered her cunt. Focused on the shoe as she slid the heel in and, eyes in the woman's, started moving it in and out, mashing the sole hard on her clit on the in-thrusts. The woman's breathing deepened and Miriam made the movements faster. Both women blinked in the flash and Michael rose from kneeling beside them, camera in hand: - Let's see if you can make her cum like that? He stood by the woman as his lover worked the wicked heel in and out of her, hitting her clit with the sole as it drove into her. He watched carefully as the woman responded to the abuse, her breathing uneven, soft mewls escaping her mouth: - I'm going to fuck the life out of you Alicia, you're going to give me more than you've ever given before. The woman spasmed and crumpled, hanging off her restraints till she gradually recovered and straightened. - Now darling - he drew a trembling Miriam to him, kissing her - I want us to do something to her together. Miriam's eyes searched his and he smiled, nodded to the woman's proud breasts: - One each? She returned his smile as they crouched together before the hapless woman, their mouths moving to her nipples. His hand sought hers and he pulled her forefinger to the woman's cunt, pressed it in. Miriam began finger-fucking the woman and his forefinger joined hers in the woman's wet recess. They worked together, sucking and fucking her in unison, and the woman's body began to pick up their rhythm, pulsing to their time. He glanced up as his teeth sank on her nipple and saw a drawn face biting her lower lip, the woman's head stretching back as she hissed and then wailed. As the two forefingers fucked faster, the woman rose momentarily on her toes and arched back against the wall when the orgasm hit her. She uttered a long high moan and her being spasmed. Their mouths and fingers withdrew from the woman and Miriam drew him down into her kiss. She shivered as their mouths melded, then moved her head back a little, whispered in his ear: - I enjoyed giving her pleasure. - Let's go and have some tea darling? He pulled the gown round her and they left the room. ***** When he entered the living room from the kitchen, two mugs of fresh tea in his hands, Miriam was at the wall, studying the pastel which had caught his attention earlier. She turned at the sound of him: - She is really quite a nice person sometimes you know. You didn't have to be so cruel to her - she shivered - I mean, the piri-piri... He placed the mugs on the table and sat: - I have no idea how a 'nice' person could take pleasure in doing what she did to you. I thought she deserved it richly. His eyes hardened as Miriam sat opposite him, chin on her palms, elbows on her thighs: - She really does still have a bit of you, doesn't she darling? He slid to the ground on his knees before her and kissed her nose. - Umm... yes, I've been frightened to discover how much. I ... I really don't want you to hurt her physically any more darling. She's a human being. - But... I thought you said it would give you pleasure to see me humiliate her? In ahh... in retribution for what she's done to you in the past? For what she did to you today? - Fuck, it is complicated isn't it? Life, and how we relate to people? Yes love, I did want to see you humiliate her. Now, I think you've done enough. Now, I want... I'm not sure what I want. She pulled his head to hers and kissed his brow: - I know I'm not making much sense sweet. - Do you still want to watch me fuck her? - Oh... why did you have to ask that? - she smiled at him, but with a frown lingering between her eyebrows - part of me does. Part of me loathes the idea of you being inside another woman. She laughed: - A bit like you watching me and Aaron, I suppose. I'm unsettled about it. But yes, I want you to have her. For your sexual pleasure. He sat back on the chair opposite her, watching her face as he sipped his tea: - I have to tell you that now that we are here, there is no way you can stop me fucking her. You agreed. We made a deal with each other, as well as with her. I'm going to have her and I'm going to enjoy it. And I'm going to enjoy the fact that you are watching us. And no doubt - he grinned at her - you will be wanking hard as you watch us. I'm going to spunk her. She shivered, remembering how Michael watched as she orgasmed with Aaron. And then fucked her arse as she rode his friend's cock frenetically. The discussions they had had before and after the event, the intense excitement of the ambivalence they both felt about it, the wanting and not wanting it to happen. The strange and intensely thrilling wonder of the encounter. She had agreed to the event with Aaron because they were both curious about the possibility of a threesome, but when it happened she had been even more excited than he was. She had been scared in fact at how much, especially, she had enjoyed having two men in her at once. Nearly too scared to admit it to Michael... So she had volunteered Alicia to him. She had known that her old lover and tormentor would be interested, known that Alicia would find Michael as irresistible as she did herself. Just as Michael had known that she would want Aaron. It was part of their love and understanding of each other, their trust. Oh fuck, wasn't the world complicated? She lifted the mug to her lips and sipped her tea. His eyes had never left hers. She knew that he understood the course of her thoughts. - I really want to watch you fuck Alicia darling. - Good. So come and see. ***** Miriam looked from the chair as he uncuffed the woman from the wall, gently helped her sit on the bed, and handed her the mug of tea. - Now Alicia, how are you? He smiled warmly at her. - I don't exactly know Michael. Um, thanks for the tea. Can I just make clear the boundaries? I'm sure Miriam told you? But I need to tell you myself. No piss or scat. No piercing or cutting. Nothing that leaves marks in any public place; I have a job. And - she looked him in the eyes - no anal. I just don't do it with men. - I understand. Now, put your tea down woman. She laid the mug on the bedside cabinet, and his arms went round her: - I want you Alicia. And your bitch wants to see us fuck, you know that? This isn't quite as I thought it would be. I just wanted to use you, but I find I am growing to respect you a bit. You are a powerful woman. I think we're well-matched. And - his fingers went to her groin, buried into her wetness gently - I need your cunt. He stroked her hair and she kissed him. He felt her need as her hand closed round his erection: - For now this is mine, she whispered. - On your back Alicia. She lay on the bed. - Lift your hips. When she obeyed he slid a couple of cushions under her arse. Then clipped the cuffs dangling off her wrists to the bedhead, stroked her cunt fondly, and left her. Moved to his lover. - Take it off me sweetheart. Miriam looked in his eyes as her fingers slipped the ring from his throbbing cock. - Give him a good-luck kiss before he goes into her. Miriam's head bent but her lips barely brushed his cockhead. He decided to press her no further. - Remember, I want photos of this darling, as I took pics of Aaron going inside you, so you could remember? She barely nodded. He returned to the woman on the bed, his erection bouncing as he walked. Leaned and kissed her mouth. Then took her ankles and pulled her down the bed till her arms were stretched straight out above her to where her wrists were secured to the bedposts. She writhed in discomfort and he kissed her mouth again. Adjusted the pillows under her. - Miriam tells me you're a mountaineer too Alicia? She nodded: - Yes, when I get the chance. - And quite a good one? - I've put up a couple of routes. He fingered her thighs, knowing the power there. - Just as well you're supple Alicia. He lifted her knees and bent them back over her trunk, pressed them as near the bedhead as they would go, above her shoulders. Then nodded to his lover: - Ropes please darling? Melanie delved in his bag and fetched the two lengths of climbing rope. - Now tie her knees to the bedhead. His lover bent to her task, and the woman was secured. Bound to the bedhead, knees above shoulders, cunt and anus gaping obscenely, vulnerable and exposed. - Thank you love. You know what to do now. - Oh yes! Miriam's face illuminated as she manoeuvred herself onto the woman's face. Wriggled and settled so her cunt was comfortably on the other's mouth. Michael brought a flogger from the dressing table and returned to the bed: - Alicia? Can you breathe ok? He took the muffled noises as assent: - You know what to do vixen: eat my lover. Make her orgasm. He stood back as his lover's eyes hooded and he knew the captive was doing her job. His cock was pulsing and dripping at the vision of exposed cunt and arse before him, the delicious scents. After the frustration of loving Miriam while wearing the cockring, he was more than ready to fuck. His lover's face was so beautiful as the woman ate her cunt. But there was still work to do before he could take his pleasure. His eyes assessed distance and angle and his arm rose. There was a crack and splat as the cruel thongs flashed on the woman's exposed groin. Miriam's head jerked back in a grimace of pleasure as the prisoner's mouth responded in reflex to the assault on her cunt. Michael smiled and handed the camera to his lover: - Think you can retain enough composure to get it this time? Miriam fiddled to set the camera to multiple rapid exposure, smiled at him. - All ready love. The camera whirred as the flogger flashed again and again between the woman's parted thighs, and his partner's face spasmed as Alicia writhed under her. At some point the camera fell from her hands onto the bed. He picked it up and recorded the intense orgasm the woman gave his lover. Then he had waited long enough, handed the camera back to Miriam. His cock slid towards Alicia's obscenely-spread cunt, and his lover leaned forward to record the entry. He was deeply in love with Miriam. But profound as their mutual pleasure was always, he was desperately excited when his cock sank into the cunt of this powerful new woman. The first other cunt he had entered since he and Miriam met. As he began a long slow fuck of Alicia, he rose on straight arms and leaned forward to kiss his love. The motion made his pubic bone bear hard on Alicia's clit and his cock sank deeper into her. They both felt Alicia orgasm under them as they kissed, and he knew from his lover's profound excitement that in her orgasm, the other woman's mouth had brought Miriam to a new high. - Oh darling, it's always so delicious with you, and I love watching and feeling you when she makes you cum. But now I think you should get up. You have photos to take, and I want to see Alicia's face as I fuck her. His cock was throbbing hard in the woman's cunt. He was getting near now. Miriam disentangled herself from the woman and stood trembling. He smiled at her, then focused on the face of the woman under him, wet from Miriam's cunt. Bent to kiss her. Alicia looked in his eyes: - Spunk me you bastard. His hand moved to land a stinging blow on her exposed arse: - I've told you, don't call me a bastard. Alicia spat in his face: - You are a fucking bastard. His arm became a blur as his hand cracked repeatedly on her arse. He was lost in fury at this arrogant provocative bitch. Now it was no longer play. He wanted to hurt her. Really wanted to hurt her, as she had hurt his lover. But eventually he stopped. He knew she was goading him; that she wanted him to react like this. His cock was still in her but he had stopped thrusting. His face moved down onto hers and she kissed him: - Give me your sperm Michael. I want you. Cum in my cunt. I know you want to. And - she glanced at Miriam, twisting to take photos of the two of them - I know she doesn't mind you fucking me, but she doesn't want you to cum in me. So do it. This is just between you and me. Fuck me till you cum. You know it'll make me explode. He started moving, thrusting into the helpless woman, feeling the welcome grip of her cuntmuscles on him, watching her face contort. He was tempted, very tempted, to let go completely and allow himself to spunk in her. But he knew what he had to do. - No Alicia, I'm not going to do that. I need to do something much better. Something Miriam will love me even more for. His cock slid from her cunt and she gasped at the emptiness. Then realisation spread across the woman's face. - You can't Michael, I told you the rules and you agreed ... - I agreed to nothing darling. His cock nudged her helpless anus and she flinched, every muscle in her body tightening: - You told me your rules, I listened. I agreed to nothing. Miriam leaned close in with the camera as his member sank slow and deep into the woman's unwilling arse. He felt a profound pleasure as he began to fuck into her, hard and deliberate. Alicia's face, grimacing in horror initially at this violation, settled into a cold smile as she watched him lean down to bite her nipples: - You know I won't permit you the satisfaction of watching me get pleasure from this? He noticed Miriam in the corner of his eye. She had drawn the chair beside the bed and was smiling and masturbating as she watched her lover's cock fuck her tormentor's anus. Then Miriam rose and knelt by the bed, kissed Alicia's mouth: - I know exactly how to give you pleasure whilst my man fucks your arse. The arse you have forced me to pleasure, degraded me with. You will show him pleasure Alicia. Now darling - to Michael - just move back a little so my fingers can torment her? He withdrew a bit, cockhead still just inside the sphincter, and watched Alicia's face dissolve in pleasure as Miriam's fingers sank into her cunt, curling up and stroking. Then he could withhold no longer. He pounded into Alicia in a frenzy, watching her face contort as his cock drove into her arse while his lover's fingers worked her gspot. Then two fingers of Miriam's other hand pressed into his own arse and he was lost. He fucked frenziedly into the woman's anus as his lover's fingers massaged his prostate. On his every withdrawal her fingers pressed his arse hard so he was forced back into the woman. All three of them were panting and moaning now and his fingers moved to massage his lover's clit as his cock drove into the other woman. So fucking delicious to be taking her where she had said no. He was on the edge now, felt his explosion building... Miriam bent her mouth to his ear and whispered: - I love this, my fingers controlling how you fuck her. Rub my clit harder darling, I need to cum too, when you spurt in her. Do it, I want you to spunk her where she's forbidden you. He groaned long and deep as his gonads emptied and his cock jetted release into the woman. He collapsed on Alicia, barely able to breathe, face turned to look into Miriam's eyes. She was spasming as her own orgasm hit her. His lover slid her hand from the woman's cunt and stroked his cheek with sexscented fingers: - I love you Michael. I can't believe how exciting that was, seeing you in her, my fingers forcing you to cum in her arse. She told me when we last met than no man has ever been there. It was so perfect. Now darling, please eat me out? I know your cock won't be much good for a while. He smiled in her eyes, love glowing between them. Rose from the bed and drew her up to him. They embraced tightly. - Maybe we should leave her for now darling? There's a spare bedroom.