4 comments/ 14148 views/ 2 favorites Victim Lovers Ch. 01 By: mdp_2004 I can't remember anything as I begin to wake. I'm nearly upright and bound to something comfortable. My eyes still feel heavy and my brain is swimming laps inside my skull. I can't move my arms or legs and something is in my mouth and I think something may be stuck inside my ass but I'm not sure. My eyes can move and I let them wander as I take in the view. The room I'm in is stark and there is an interior window across from me. I can see through the glass and into the next room. There is a bed and naked bodies are moving on it. Additional naked men stand along the back edge of the bed. They have erections and some are stroking while others just watch and wait. There is only one woman in the room and she is servicing three at a time with her mouth, ass and pussy. I can't see her face but her profile looks familiar. Ceiling lights illuminate my room. The window darkens and I can see my own reflection. Rope coils my entire body and the upright gurney supporting me. My face and my cock are exposed and my cock looks erect, but that's it. The thing in my mouth is a ball gag. "Welcome back slave boy" says a soothing voice I know all too well. It belongs to my Mistress and one true dominant. She is the woman that gives me pleasure and purpose and for whom I wish to do anything and apparently have though for the life of me I can't remember what. "Where am I?" The gag muffles my speech. I hear the clicking sound of thin heels colliding with hard flooring. I try to turn my head and look to the left but something on my forehead prevents movement. As the clicks draw closer they soften and soon I feel the physical presence of another. "You look lovely" she says. "How do you feel? I can see her reflection in the window as she stands along side of me. Her appearance is striking. She is wearing the thigh high black boots with stiletto heels that I purchased for her three months ago. We were on the phone and shopping online. She showed me the boots and told me she wanted to wear them the first time she worked me over in person. Her arms are at her sides and something long appears to extend from her left hand. Otherwise she is naked. "Turned on" I say not knowing if she'll understand me. "Do you remember how you got here?" I attempt to shake my head side to side, but rope prevents me from a dramatic gesture. I say "no Mistress" into the gag and hope that she understands gibberish. "You wanted to meet me. Do you remember that much?" "Yes Mistress" I say and nod my head. My lips are wet and drool is draining down my chin. "You went to the club I directed you to; do you remember?" I nodded within the confines of the rope as I recalled the dark club and the fetish garb everyone wore. My directions were to find Master Tom and offer to suck his cock in exchange for my next set of directions. I asked the bartender and he pointed the guy out to me. Master Tom looked hot with his slicked back jet black hair and his muscular bare chest and shoulders. Black leather pants with a nice bulge in his crotch and black military boots gave him that look of authority that men like me want in a dominant. After I introduced myself he put his hands on my shoulders and forced me to my knees. A few seconds later, his cock was out of his pants and he was pushing the head to my lips. Other men gathered round as I took the spongy head into my mouth. It was my first time ever to suck a real cock and the incentive was that the action brought me one step closer to meeting my dominant and true love Mistress Noel. "You found Master Tom and you willingly sucked his cock and swallowed his load for me. Do you remember?" I nodded once more and said "Yes Mistress." "I'm proud of you. That was a big step" she said and then I felt her kiss my cheek. Quickly I inhaled to take in her scent. It smelled faint of Lilac. I feel leather wrap around my cock and I let my rod flex. "Nice" she says. "Slave boy is hard; I like that." She jacks my cock and the leather chafes my skin. "Ow" I say into the gag. I try to turn my head in her direction but it's impossible. The rope is too snug. She withdraws her hand and says "Poor Robert has come all this way to meet his Mistress and when I try to reward him with a nice hand job he complains." "No" I shout into the gag and shake my head vehemently side-to-side. The rope burns my forehead and I stop the movement. "I'm not complaining" I say but it's of no use. She's playing a game and I'm supposed to react like this. "I forgot that you prefer men; when I beat your wife's pussy raw and show her the videos I made I'll own her too." "What videos?" I ask. Whap. "Ow! Fuck!" I yell as my cockhead stings. Thwap, thwap, thwap. "Oh fuck" I exclaim into the ball gag. My cock head stings and burns like hell. "Oh that's nothing like it's going to be very soon" she says and steps into my view for the first time. She is incredibly beautiful. Her pictures do not do her justice and I feel my cock harden as I gaze upon her. She holds the long object upright and smacks its tail into her gloved hand. It's a riding crop and the fact that she showed it to me makes my cock throb. "Is that hard on for me or Master Tom?" she asks. "You Mistress" I say quickly. She smiles and then exhales sharply and the crop disappears from view. Her voice emits a very high pitched shrill just as I realize she has struck my cock head with the crop once more. "Ow!" I whine into the ball gag. The sting is unbearable and I grimace until it subsides. Just as the pain wears off I hear more cracks of the crop tail landing squarely on the head of my cock. The pain is intense and I begin to scream as the cracks keep coming. Each one is delivered with sincerity, intentionally inflicting as much pain as possible. Her pace is steady and she is unmerciful. Even as I feel my eyes brim with tears Mistress continues her delivery. The stinging is constant and I feel its wrath burning a path all the way to my fingers and toes. "Please Mistress" I scream into the gag. "Please stop, it hurts!" "Oh shush Robert. You know you want this. I want it too. You in pain turns us both on. You're still hard as a rock do you even know it?" she mocks. My cock is burning and I can't tell if I'm hard or not. Her presence excites me and looking at her makes my heart race. "Ask me for more" she says. "No please Mistress" I beg and shake my head side to side. Again the rope burns my forehead. "You're doing so well Robert. I'm so wet and turned on. I want your cock burning hot before you fuck me." I look at her without saying a word and wonder if I heard her correctly. Did she just say she wanted me to fuck her? As I continue to look at her she slowly licks her lips and says "Is my slave boy ready to prove his worthiness to his Mistress?" The moment I nod, she says "oh goody" and then the pain rains down like never before. The head and the shaft are beaten with alternating cracks that heat my cock immediately and as my mouth screams into the gag my brain wonders how much I can really take. In seconds the burn is back and I feel its heat reach to my fingers and toes again. More cracks follow and I hear each one loud and clear as my brain registers the increasing strength of pain emanating through my cock. It is unlike any self-inflicted whipping I'd done with her during the countless phone sex sessions leading up to this moment. In this circumstance I have no defenses and she is in the driver's seat, taking me and her on a ride I'll not soon forget. Her crop moves so quickly that it becomes a visual a blur. Each pass whirs as it slices the air before me. I don't know how she keeps it up. Surely her arm and wrist must tire eventually. I feel tired. My brain is screaming and my body is so tense. There is nothing I can do and yet I hold on as though I'm on a ledge and I can't let go or I'll fall and perish. She stops for a moment and as she stares into my eyes she moves the crop's tail to her crotch and then rubs herself with it. Mischief and lust stare back at me and I actually feel my erection flex. "Slave boy has an impressive cock" she says in a rising pitch. "Look how wet I am" she says and holds the tail to my eyes. Clearly it is wet with her juice. She moves the tail closer and I can't see it, I feel it on my upper lip. "Kiss it" she begins. "Kiss it to show me you want to taste it." Our eyes meet and she nods as I begin to kiss the ball gag and hope that the action convinces her I want to taste her. The ball is wedged tightly into my mouth but somehow I manage to poke my tongue tip out the right corner and Mistress sees it. "Oh my God, I can see your tongue. Stick it out further while I replenish the crop with more of my juice. Quickly she presses the flap to her pussy and rubs it back and forth several times. "You make me feel so nasty Robert" she says in another rising pitch. Then she raises the freshly coated crop to my mouth and touches it to the tip of my tongue. Most of the flap rests on my face and though I can smell her scent I'm not sure I taste it. Still, the moment feels intimate and I feel privileged to serve her in person. All of a sudden she drops out of view and I feel her grasp the base of my cock with her gloved hand. Her grip is strong and a moment later it feels like she's touching the head to her face. "Oh God it's so warm" she squeals. Her excitement turns me on and I flex my rod in her hand. "Yes Robert, show me how hard I make you." I continue to flex as she moves her hand downward until it is below my balls. There she grasps the base and moves her wrist upward. As she does this my ball sack lifts and my balls hang in the smaller space. Next, her grip moves upward until I feel my balls compress at the end of the sack. It is not yet uncomfortable but intensity has certainly increased and my cock feels as hard as ever. I think I'm relaxed but all that changes in a heartbeat as her teeth sink into the sensitive underside of my cockhead. "Ow" I scream into the gag as she pulls at the skin until it escapes her teeth. "Fuck what are you doing to me?" I scream. Her lips plant a soothing kiss on the tip of my cock and soon I feel the head go into her mouth. The warmth and wetness feel incredible and I relax again. Pleasure is soon replaced with pain again as this time I feel a sharp pinching of the skin on the very top side of my cock head. The pain is excruciating and I curl my toes in disbelief over what is happening to me. The pain increases as she pulls on her grip until my skin scrapes as she lets go. "Ow fuck that hurts" I yell into the ball gag. Mistress laughs."I've always wanted to try that" she says. "What?" I ask her. She reacts as though she understood something I said. "This" she says and then repeats the experience for me all over again as I scream into the ball gag. Quickly the task ends and she rises to face me once more. Her hands run up my chest until her fingers are about nipple height on me. There she stabs her fingers between the rope coils and stretches open a space large enough for her to grasp my nipples with her fingers and thumb. Immediately she pinches my nipples hard and tugs on them. The feeling is intensely pleasurable until she twists her grip and let go. "Oh fuck Mistress that hurts" I scream into the gag. Her face is inches from mine as she whispers "before you go home I'm going to pierce these and put in thick heavy rings." Her face rises above mine as she steps onto something. Her body continues to rise and then it begins to descend as she presses her body to mine. In another moment I feel her pussy at the tip of my cock and then she slides down my shaft until she has engulfed me to the base. We are face to face again and she whispers "you feel incredible Robert." Her legs wrap around me and the gurney and then she begins to move up and down my shaft. Her warmth and wetness soothe me into a relaxing peaceful lull that makes me feel privileged to be in this position. All the activity leading up to this moment becomes worth it just to experience her like this. The next time she reaches the base of my shaft I feel her fingers go between the ropes until she grasps hold of my nipples again. As she continues to move up and down on my shaft I feel her lean back until her arms are extended outward. Then she pulls on my nipples and uses the stretch as leverage while she slowly rocks her pussy up and down my shaft. There is strong tension on my nipples but I endure without a sound. "Oh Robert this is so romantic. You're the perfect fuck doll." I nod as she twists my nipples and makes me scream. "I love the effect I have on your cock. You are so incredibly hard right now" she exclaims and rides me faster. Her pussy is super slick and though I'm enjoying her company I'm not really feeling much pleasure on the head of my cock. Still the visual and sounds she provides me are sufficient and I remain rock hard inside her. As she starts to have an orgasm, her pupils reach upward and then her eyes close. She rocks her head back and forth and nearly knocks me out with an accidental head butt. The blow sets us both back but she recovers first and raises a single gloved hand to her forehead and pats it. She says "fuck that was intense" and starts to laugh. Slowly she begins to grind against me and this time I feel her pussy clamp down on my rod. The friction she allows me is enough to get me off and as she works her way up and down my shaft this time I feel optimistic about my chances for a happy ending. The slower pace gives her a chance to feed my mind with more propaganda. "I want a baby and a trust fund" she begins. My eyes open wider. "You're going to give me both because you love me." As she finishes her statement her pussy is squeezing the head of my cock and she is moving up and down and around very slightly. The head only work is have incredible success at pleasuring my cock and I feel as though I'm about to cum. It's the most intense build up to an orgasm I've ever had and at the same time I am freaking out because I believe she does want to get pregnant and I know I'm not ready to be some kid's father. "That's it Robert" she whispers. Her intimacy is sweet now. "Sugar baby wants a baby and a trust fund" she says again and this time she very slowly lowers herself all the way to the base of my cock. The impact on my cock is really intense and I try everything in my power to hold back from coming inside her. She moves her ass in a circular motion and then she rises just as slowly as she descended. I don't know how much more of this I can take and in desperation I try to sabotage her effort. "I don't want to get you pregnant" I say into the ball gag and shake my head side to side. "You're not going to lose me" she says. "When our baby arrives you will have left your wife for us already." Again her pussy milks the top of my cock and this time I'm realize if I move our alignment and cum outside of her, there is a distinct possibility that my load will die before she can recover and slip me back inside her. So I pray for success in holding back one more time as sugar baby begins another slow descent to the base of my cock. Pleasure and agony feed my brain simultaneously. I don't want a kid but I do want her. She understands me better than anyone and she uses that knowledge to reach me and keep me. As she reaches the base and begins her ass wiggle back and forth, I look at her face and search for any clue that this intimacy is real and genuine and not some charade to mind fuck me once more. She looks at peace. Her smile is warm and friendly and that's when I feel my heart step in and shut down my brain. A moment later my orgasm hits. The ejaculation is powerful. Ropes of hot cum rush into her womb and feed her eggs. The event lasts ten seconds or less and is completely satisfying. When it ends, I feel my erection wilt as I stare into her eyes. She still looks happy and she lowers her face to mine until our noses meet. Then she kisses me softly on the lips and says "hopefully that's the last time I ever have to fuck you." She dismounts and then walks out of my periphery. Tears well up and fall down my face as a door opens and then slams shut a second later. While I sob, her voice fills the room. She is on-speaker and her mood is dominant once more. "Fuck doll must watch and learn. Look at the window and enjoy what you see." As I look at the window before me I see light inside the next room. The woman from before is still on the bed and this time she faces me on her hands and knees while two men pound away inside her from behind and below. I recognize her. She is my wife Carol and immediately I move on to the next stage of freak-out city. Why Carol is here and what she knows about me tops off my anxiety. About one minute later Mistress walks into the room and takes charge with her voice and her presence. She is wearing a headset and microphone, a strap-on that looks huge and bobs impressively as she struts. On her legs are the same leather boots she wore in my presence a few moments ago. She snaps her fingers and barks "Okay fellas, I'll take her from here." The man from behind complains that he has not cum to his satisfaction and Mistress tells him he can use her later. This seems to satisfy him and he departs the bed and exits the room. Carol starts to move off the other man and he holds her onto him. Her mouth opens as she takes pleasure in his advance. He too asks to bed Carol again and Mistress agrees. He lifts his upper body as though doing a crunch and Carol's body moves with him. As he rises upright, her knees rise until she is able to extend both her legs alongside him. Mistress places her hands on her hips and I start thinking all hell is about to break loose. But nothing like that happens. Instead she smiles and appears contented to watch the action take place on the bed. Carol's arms move around the man's shoulders and they kiss one another passionately. I watch in disbelief and listen as her moaning reaches the speakers in my room. When I turn to look at Mistress, she is looking through the window and says "I think Carol wants him to stay. What do you think?" "Yes Mistress. I want him to stay. Please?" asks Carol. I gaze in Carol's direction. Her hand cradles the back of the man's head. Her fingers comb into his short but thick hair. Her nails look freshly polished in hot pink. My dick is hard and I feel turned on and betrayed by this surprising revelation. Over many calls, Mistress told me it would happen and I was clueless the entire time. I thought the plan was for me to go to Mistress and be collared first, then encouraged to break the news to my wife. That idea had merit on many fronts. It allowed me to get to know Mistress Noel and myself as her pain and pleasure slave and sugar daddy. As our conversations progressed I came to trust her more and more and ultimately I could not bare to keep anything about me from her. I needed to tell her all my secrets and even confidential information that I had not shared with anyone else, including my own wife. Trust is such a big deal in relationships and once you establish that, the boundaries seem limitless. We started with me sharing a face picture with her. Then we progressed to cam shows where I performed in the nude. One day I let her log into my email and a week later I gave her access to my checking account. We treaded lightly in these areas; she promised to just look and each time my trust in her grew exponentially. It got to the point that I did not feel the need to change my password after she had been in my accounts. The last thing I shared with her was my wife's website and that's how she must have met her. "Oh fuck me daddy" yelled Carol. I look up and see Carol's ankles locked together around the man's back. His muscular frame looks impressive. The front side must be spectacular. On each stroke in, his ass cheeks and hamstrings flex. The view fills my brain with envy and sadness because I don't have his talents and I'll never have the women or the responses they give him. And now he has added my wife to his list of trophies conquered. Still, I feel compelled to watch and listen. Victim Lovers Ch. 01 His effort takes on more life with each pass in and out of her. Soon her ankle lock breaks and her legs spread wide apart as he rams her harder and harder. I can hear the sound of clapping as their bodies clash. He moans some while her sounds increase in volume and pitch. He seems to grunt and speak in a language I do not understand while she talks dirty and my cock enjoys every word. "Oh God fuck me with your huge cock daddy" she yells again. "Split this bitch's cunt in half" she adds as he rams her with all his might. "Oh God yeah I'm going to cum again. Fuck me daddy. Fuck me daddy, Fuck me daddy" she yells over and over again. "I'm coming daddy. Keep fucking me. Jizz me up baby. Cum in my pussy or cum in my mouth. You're my daddy and I'm your bitch. Fuck me deeper and fuck me harder. Oh God, Oh God I'm coming again. Oh fuck yeah!" Her daddy seems to enjoy her responses as well. Soon after she finishes one diatribe of obscenities and moves onto the next one, he announces something in his native language again. Then his back arches and his head rocks back as he slams into her one more time and holds himself deep inside her. More foreign comments and I realize he's planting his seed in her womb. After several seconds he begins to move again. He starts slow and keeps a slow pace as he saws out and then plunges his staff back into her. On each outward stroke she whimpers and on each inward plunge she moans in pleasure. He speaks in his foreign language again and her arms reach upward until he lowers his torso onto her and they embrace. Kissing ensues as his ass continues to bob up and down while he the remainder of his cum drains into her. Their closeness is evident and I know I will not get in their way. I'm actually happy for her as I know I've failed her. I can't help it. I need things she cannot possibly give me. Pain is my friend and Mistress Noel knows how to deliver it like no other. My sadness is not in losing my wife but in the mean comment Mistress left me with. I'm sad as I contemplate the choice I made and the pain she will inflict on my loving heart. Never wanting to make love to me is hard to take from the one you love more than anyone. And so my tears continued to roll down my face as the door to my room opened and she walked in. "Hello slave boy" says Mistress as she re-enters my room. I do nothing to stop my tears as they continue to drip off my face. When she sees me and my wet eyes she softens her tone only slightly. "Aww, is my cuckold slave boy sad his wife loves another man?" "No Mistress" I say. "No? But you are crying. Have I broken you already?" "Yes Mistress" I nod as I speak. She jumps onto the ledge that she stood on earlier and looks into my eyes as her hands reach behind me. When the harness around my head is loose enough she pulls the ball out of my mouth and says "why are you crying?" My jaw relaxes and I swallow pooled saliva before speaking. It feels incredibly good to not have that thing wedged between my jaws. They are tired and feel stretched. "Tell me. Why is slave boy crying?" "Because I want their intimacy with you and you said you hope you never have to fuck me again." When I finished my reply we looked into each other's eyes and I detected a remote sadness in her too. And then I felt her stab my neck and then the lights went out. Victim Lovers Ch. 02 I wake nude and blindfolded in a very warm bed whose mattress is soft and luxurious and hugs me as I lay in it. I feel alert and tired, though my stomach pangs and my ass is sore. As I begin to stir however I feel a tug on my ankles and wrists. I am able to lift my head and as I test my restraints, I recall an online shopping spree with Mistress. It was a "slave pays" shopping spree and on it I purchased a cuff restraint system and vibrating butt plug. I smile at the memory and decide to relax and for her next activity to begin. The wait is not long. A depression forms on the bed just below my crotch and then I feel the joy of something warm and wet envelop my cock. I moan deeply as my shaft is completely engulfed to the base. It is definitely a mouth and it is very pleasurable. Bright flashes of light reach under my blindfold as my cock throbs within the warm wet mouth. Strands of hair dance on my inner thighs and the mouth moves up my hardened shaft. At the crown, the lips purse and rotate back and forth and then they descend the length of my shaft until I am completely engulfed again. Pleasure prevails as the mouth does its magic. Soon fingers join the action and gently massage their way to my balls. I tense momentarily and then relax as the lips purse and rotate once more at the crown around my cock head. It is treatment fit for royals and this pauper quickly relishes every moment. Another depression forms on the bed, this time at my side. Lilac fills my nostrils and I smile. A gentle kiss greets my lips and I part mine. Slowly a tongue brushes my upper lip and enters my mouth. When my tongue arrives to greet, the tips touch first and quietly start to dance. My mind harbors a whirlwind of questions and wonders as two distinct sources pleasure me. The mouth work on my cock is taking a toll. Whatever is in my ass is now vibrating against my prostate. Throbbing is constant and the sensitivity takes me to an edge where reason disappears and the body follows a natural rhythm and course. On the next descent, I raise my pelvis upward. To my delight there is no resistance. The mouth accepts my thrust and reaches my base faster. On her ascent I relax my core and drop my ass into the mattress. The change in pace catches her off guard and my cock escapes from her mouth. But her determination wins out and soon enough she takes me back into her mouth and starts her rotation all over again. Meanwhile Mistress places her soft fingers upon my face. She applies gentle caresses and then quietly grips my head to hold it still. The room is quiet except for the slurping down below and the sound of Mistress breathing directly over me. While I relax, Mistress presses gently on my chin with her thumb and I cooperate by opening my mouth. Her lips graze mine and then she backs away as I react too slowly with a return kiss. Small laughter ensues and then she repeats her technique this time lingering on my lips so I may kiss her back. Again she backs away and I attempt to follow by raising my head. "Slave boy wants to kiss Mistress?" she whispers. I nod instantly and then cooperate as she presses my head back onto the mattress. She teases my lips with the tip of her tongue and then dabs it into my mouth before withdrawing. "And slave boy loves Mistress?" "Yes, I love you Mistress." Another kiss lands on my lips and this time it lingers just a tad longer before she withdraws. "How does My cock feel in your wife's mouth?" she asks. "It's rock hard and ready to cum on command." I reply without thinking. "My wife?" Mistress laughs. "Yep" I feel her move on the bed and then I hear my wife's voice. "Hi Bob" she says. She sounds happy. "Hi" I say back. I'm dumbfounded about what to say next and so I say "have you known Mistress long?" "I own your wife Robert" says Mistress. I sigh loudly as Carol's mouth engulfs my hard cock. She swallows it whole and I throb in her throat. "My hand is on the back of her head; how does her mouth feel on My cock?" "Incredible" I say. My pelvis moves upward as Carol's mouth moves down on my cock. "Oh fuck it feels good." "Has she ever pleased you this well?" "No" I say. "Well slave boy if you continue to be good to me I'll make her be good to you like this on a regular basis." "Wow" I mutter as Carol tightens her lip grip around my cock head and gives it that corkscrew rotation. "She's well practiced and she knows about how to tease and please a man's cock doesn't she?" "Yes Mistress." I feel movement on the bed once more. Her voice draws closer the next time she speaks. "I make her fuck other men behind your back" she says. "You're a real cuckold now. That's what you've always wanted. So that's my love gift to you." Some fumbling occurs on the thing in my ass and then it starts to buzz. The vibration reaches my prostate and Carol resumes her suck job. She sucks only the head and drags tight lip-grip back and forth across the crown. Clearly she is intent on making me cum and then I find out why. Mistress plants a deep wet kiss on my lips. Her tongue invades my mouth and my tongue dances too but her tongue takes ownership. The moment is delightful and after I moan she stops and says "Slave boy will gift Mistress by not coming in his wife's mouth." Then she laughs and leaps off the bed. Meanwhile, Carol continues to suck my cock with intent to make me cum. I hear Mistress' laughter continue in a distant corner of our room and then it grows louder as she returns. "If you love me you will not fail Robert" she says and I hear the familiar swooshing sound of her crop as she slices the air around us. "Of course the same burden is on your wife. She must show her gratitude to me by making you cum in the next 20 minutes." "Twenty minutes? Are you insane?" I shout. She laughs. "Now 35 minutes." "Fuck no. Wait." "45 minutes then." I say nothing and she says "Good; now then if you don't cum for 45 minutes I'm going to whip your wife's pussy raw while you watch. And if she succeeds I'm going to whip your cock raw for the time remaining on your 45 minute balance." Before Mistress finished her sentence I failed my portion. "Oh God I'm coming. I can't help it. This is not fair. Oh God she's sucking me off. Oh God its incredible. Oh God I'm fucked. Please have mercy. Oh God I'm coming" I went on and on like a babbling idiot for a full 10 seconds as hot cum jettisoned from my rock hard cock and into my wife's warm wet mouth. Swallowing ensued until I heard a loud crack and then a sharp painful shriek from Carol. "Kiss your husband, snowball him" ordered Mistress. Carol crawled straight up my body and when she was face-to-face with me she leaned down until her lips brushed mine. There she opened her mouth and spilled the contents onto my parted lips. "Stick your tongue out slave boy. Show us you have an open mind and want to drink male cum from a woman's body." I stuck my tongue out and accepted the last remnants of cum dripping from Carol's mouth. "You may kiss your cuckold if you wish." "Thank you Mistress" said Carol and she turned her attention to me. We French-kissed wonderfully for well over a minute. Mistress grasped Carol's hair and tugged on it to end our kiss. I rather liked that kiss too. Carol's cum breath tasted funky to me, but I liked it. As the kiss developed my cock stayed hard and eventually I maneuvered it inside her. She kept her arms around me and improved on my insertion by rocking back and forth along the length of my cock. If there was any cum left in my shaft she would surely milk it out. "Carol I'd like you to kneel over here and watch me whip your husband's cock." "Aw Mistress, he feels so good inside me. Can't it wait?" asked Carol. Whir. Crack! The whip lands on Carol's back. "Ow! Oh My God that hurts!" she whines. Whir! Crack the whip comes back. "Ow" Carol wails in pain. I start to laugh at her demise and quickly wince in pain as Carol rushes her scramble and knocks her knee against my groin. "Ow fuck" I yell and try to reach for my balls and cover up. The restraints force me to give up on that and then I just try to ride out the dull pain emanating in my crotch. But there is no mercy in the woman that truly owns me. Once my wife is safely off the bed, the owner whips her slave without pausing for another thought. Whir. Crack! Smack. "Ow" I wail. "Fuck that hurt!" The next crack comes hard and lands squarely on the underside of my shaft. "Ow fuck!" I yell. She laughs and then another crack rains down even harder. Then another and another and another; each crack of the crop demands attention and I give mine in full. Many lashes land in the same place before she fixes her sights on a new area. Under duress of this strategy I lose track of the count after twenty-five. Still I manage to stay hard until many cracks later my cock loses the battle and begins to wilt. I listen as Mistress steps toward me and then I flinch as she hastily removes my blindfold. Light pours in from all directions and the shock of it all forces me to close up quickly. Then I bat my eyes momentarily until I feel adjusted to the light. Mistress towers over me. She is wearing a black, snug fitting half tee shirt and a black mini skirt. "Carol now that slave boy can see, I need your help. Hold his cock at the base and suck him deep until he is hard as rock!" orders Mistress. She snaps her fingers as she looks at me and I see that she is determined to have her way. "I want that cock hard slave boy and then I'm going to tenderize it all over again until you cry for me" she says. Her voice alone convinces me that she is turned on. But her nipples give her away too as they stand out in her tight fitting top. As Carol begins her suck job I stare at Mistress' chest and all too quickly I feel the erotic rush of a rising hard on. "That's it Carol. Let me see" says Mistress. Carol moves her head away from my cock and looks at it along with Mistress. "Oh my God it's so red" Carol exclaims. "It burns" I say. "You're hurting him. This isn't right" says Carol. "He loves it. Your husband is a first class S&M slave. He thrives on pain and I'm going to send him off the edge and break him." On making this proclamation, she sounded like a woman announcing an orgasm. "Honey is that true?" asks Carol. "I love it" I say adding "more please" as I look at Mistress and flex my rod in defiance. A wry smile forms on Mistress' lips and then she hails the crop and lands it squarely on the bottom side of my cock head. The blow feels like the kiss of death and I cringe and wail at the same time. What seems like an eternity takes five minutes. I cry with real tears streaming down my face and she stops abruptly. My cock burns alive and she rushes to my side and knocks my wife to the floor. Her eyes bore into mine and she straddles me. Her hand reaches for my cock and then she guides it to her hole. In one swift movement we are joined as one. A sigh escapes her lips and I stop sobbing. I am rock hard and throbbing inside her. She is warm and wet and moves up and down my shaft with ease. Her movement is slow and controlled and all the while she stares into me like she owns me. She does own me. I feel it as strongly as I've ever loved anyone. "Slave boy is super hard" she says to me and I nod. "Mistress wants to fuck all night and slave boy will make me cum again and again or he will suffer more pain." I can hear my wife mutter from her position on the floor "Jesus I had no idea." Mistress' excitement is contagious. My heart races and my cock throbs as she continues to move up and down my shaft in a controlled manner. Her pussy is soaking wet and I can literally hear us fuck. The sounds excite me. It's not every day you get to gaze on the beauty of such a beautiful person let alone feel her ride your rock hard cock. "Your wife is masturbating. Do you want to know why?" asks Mistress. I can tell she wants to tell me and I simply nod. Mistress giggles and places her hands on my chest. Her fingers and thumb grasp onto my nipples and she gently pinches them. "Tell us why you are Masturbating without permission Carol" says Mistress and then she twists her grip on my nipples and pulls hard until my skin scrapes her nails as it escapes her grasp. "Ow fuck" I yell. "Oh Robert you know her transgressions are going to get you in trouble don't you?" "No" I say and start to resent my wife. "It's part of the fun to play you off one another. But don't worry she's going to be punished too and you will get to watch that." Without warning Mistress grasps the blindfold and places it over my eyes again. "There now everything will be suspenseful again" and she laughs. "Please take it off me Mistress" I whine. "How bad do you want that blind fold off?"she asks as she grinds her pussy onto my crotch. The pace was picking up but at the same time she was doing more grinding than flat out up and down fucking. "More than anything" I say." "Tell me why." "I want to look at you while you make love to me." "Is that what you think we're doing? Making love?" she laughs. "Our whole experience together is about making love" I say while feeling and believing every word. "Aw, you're so sweet Robert. Isn't he sweet Carol?" "Yes Mistress." Carol's tone has changed. She's serious. "If I remove that blindfold, I'm going to need another pain gift from you Robert." I flex my rod and say "I want to prove I love you Mistress." "Ooh, so does your cock Robert. Carol has he ever been as romantic with you?" "Not like that?" "How does it make you feel to hear your husband express his love for me?" I keep flexing my rod at Mistress' inquisition of my wife. I wish I could see both of them but the exchange by itself is still erotic to me. "I'm envious Mistress." "Good. Now hold onto that thought and masturbate as you watch your husband and I make love." "Thank you Mistress" says Carol. Her shallow breathing and high pitched sighs begin immediately. I feel Mistress' body lower to mine. Her naked breasts drop to my chest and soon our nipples are dancing. Her hands press into the mattress at my sides while she moves in a circular motion to tease me. As she hovers and drags her nipples over my skin, her pussy loses its grip on my cock and I begin to feel like I'm going to slip out of her. The significance of this matter comes to light after her arm slips under my neck and she pulls on me until her mouth is within an inch of my ear. There she whispers "If you slip out I'll know you prefer my whip to my cunt." It feels like she leans forward on purpose and I try my best to arch and remain inside her. The challenge is physical not emotional. I love this woman and I want to be inside her. "I love you Mistress. Please let untie me and let me make love to you properly" I whisper. "Properly? You mean missionary?" "That or doggie, it's too hard to stay in you like this." She moved a tad more away from my cock and suddenly the tip fell out. "Oops" she said and giggled. "Looks like Robert needs to be whipped" she giggled in my ear and then jumped off me. She remained on the bed and soon enough her pussy landed on my face and I felt her hole directly above my mouth. As I stuck my tongue inside her she squealed and said "that's it slave boy, eat me out while I make your cock ready for more fucking." Crack, crack, crack sounded the leather as it landed squarely on the topside of my shaft. Stings reached my brain instantly and I yelled "ow" into her pussy as she sat back, applying more body weight onto my face. More cracks sound off and the stings kept coming. "Oh God that feels good, fuck me with my tongue while I beat your cock!" she shouted with a rising pitch. A flurry of stings follows and soon I buzz her cunt like a vibrator as I cry out in pain. "Oh fuck yeah" she shouts and delivers more lashes to my cock. Each one stings on impact and adds to the burn already present. I can't see anything but the bottom of her ass as she slicks up my face with her juices. She tastes incredible and my cock is hard and proud and burning all at the same time. Mistress' excitement is lust driven and compels me to dig deeper with my tongue as I pleasure her from below. "That's it slut, take pain and eat me out" she shouts. Another volley of lashes rains down and I scream into her soaking cunt. Each crack of the whip lands where another has been and I respond in the only manner available to me. I scream as loud as I can with my tongue fully extended. If my cock is still hard I wouldn't know. It is the furthest thing from my mind. More lashes follow while I tongue Mistress Noel. Something bright and yellow appears before me and then I see a meadow. Mistress Noel's voice and the collisions with my body fade. A young woman stands under a shade tree. Her gown is white. Her hair is blonde and her eyes are blue. A Gardenia rests on her ear and she smiles as I draw close. No words are spoken. Her arms open and we embrace. Her body feels hot next to mine and I shiver as we hug. Kisses land on my neck and I begin to warm. The kisses trail upward to my face and then down my jaw line until they land upon my lips. Arousal sets in as our mouths press one another open and our tongues meet. My cock is erect and full and I pull on her gown until the hem is gathered at her waist. Another upward tug takes the gown completely off her full figured body. A smile joins joyful eyes and taut nipples as I move my right hand beneath her left thigh. Her leg lifts easily and I move my hand to her well toned ass and hold her in place. As we look into each other's eyes I move my left hand down to the space between her legs and slide my fingers inside her. A small sigh escapes her lips and we kiss as I withdraw my hand and grab hold of my engorged cock and point it toward her center. Pressing forward I guide the head inside her as she wraps her arms and legs around me. In seconds her breath is shallow and her sex is completely impaled. A new energy kicks in and I step toward the tree. On each stride I flex my rod while her embrace grows tighter. At the tree I press into her until the tip is as deep as my shaft will reach and from there I start to slow withdraw while she kisses the side of my face. When the head is at her opening, I press forward once more and slowly make my way into her wet depth. More kisses follow. Many reach my lips and quietly move on to another part of my face. Love fills my heart as we remain joined at the base of the shade tree. Still no words are spoken though I am panting and grunting and the pitch in her sighs rises with every thrust. A distant cry reaches my ears as I continue to drive this lovely woman into the tree. The bark must surely dig into her back and yet she offers no complaint. Her pussy maintains its grasp on my cock as I saw it in and out of her. My pace quickens and I close my eyes for an instant as the friction builds. Then just as the distant cry gets louder I open my eyes and the girl is gone. My body is still moving though I feel weighted. My eyes are open and I'm aware that I'm fucking someone but it takes another moment or two to realize the person beneath me is Mistress Noel. Questions fill my brain and I dismiss them as quickly as they surface. "Fuck me" she yells. "Fuck me harder. Fuck me deeper. Oh God fuck me Robert" she yells again. I hold her to me with one arm wrapped beneath her body and one arms still strapped to the headboard. Both of her legs are wrapped around my waist and each time I recoil for the next thrust, our movement literally lifts her off the bed. Then as I thrust inward her body hits the mattress and my body claps on top of her. The lust is intense and makes us ride it out no matter what the cost. A loud crack lands squarely on my left ass cheek. I look over my shoulder and see my Carol standing beside the bed with a crop in her hand. "Untie me bitch" I yell at her. Victim Lovers Ch. 02 Her arm rises and falls and another loud crack lands squarely on my ass check. "What the fuck bitch!" "Fuck her good slave" yells Carol. She whips my ass again with the crop. The blow stings and my cock throbs. The irony insults my lust and I turn back to Mistress and lift her in preparation for another body slam thrust. "Oh God" starts Mistress as our bodies drop toward the mattress. "Yes" she says as we land. "Whip him hard!" she screams as my body lands on top of her. The crop finds the wide expanse of my untouched back and she begins to apply light swats all over. Carol is too new at this to do me any good and so for the moment I ignore her and turn my attention to the strap still restricting my left arm. I'm able to grasp leather into my left hand and then I begin to yank on it as hard as I can. There is no give to the leather and it merely serves as a leverage point for wedging my body deeper between Mistress' legs. The wedge feels good and instead of lifting her up I start to slowly grind against her body. The treatment is rough and she begins to voice her dislike. She sounds just shy of bratty as I yank hard on the leather and feel the bed shake. "Oh fuck, what are you doing?" says Mistress. "I'm going to free myself and fuck the shit out of you against the wall" I shout back as I yank harder and harder on the leather. The headboard cracks, though not in the place I want it to. Still I take it as a sign of progress and the damage feeds my desire to keep yanking. Another couple yanks and a big chunk of the headboard snaps off. Quickly I reel it in close and then move my right hand over to it and unfasten the strap. "Get the syringe" yells Mistress. Carol stops whipping me and yells back "Where is it?" "On the dresser! Hurry!" yells Mistress. The strap is still affixed to my left wrist but both of my hands are free. I start to laugh and boast about my triumph as Carol reaches the dresser and says "Got it." Then I realize my right leg is still strapped to the bottom of the bed and my laughter ends abruptly. "Hurry" yells Mistress. There isn't time to think and I react as though my life is in danger. I don't know what's in the syringe and I don't want any part of it, especially in the untrained hands of my wife. As Mistress clings to my body I move my right arm between us and press my forearm into her throat. The pressure causes her to choke and her arms free but her legs remain tightly gripped at my waist. I decide not to hit her and instead I press down on her stomach while arching my back. The effort pays off and she lets go enough that I can turn and start to work on the remaining strap confining me to the bed. Carol watches me while a shaky hand barely holds the syringe. "Carol wake up! Stick him" says Mistress as she coughs to clear her throat. I feel her move on the bed and then her arms reach around my chest as she tries to pull me back onto the bed. My core is strong and I'm able to resist her and break free once more. Immediately I seize the buckle on the strap and as I unfasten it, something stabs my right arm. One look to my right and I see Carol with both hands up to her face. Then I look down and see the syringe stuck in my arm and Mistress's hand as it takes hold of the device and presses the plunger. When the liquid hits my bloodstream two seconds pass and then the lights go out.