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ORD

By: bcamer



Cold, windy and snowy. That describes winter in Chicago, IL to a tee. I had just finished a conference "How to develop a Compensation Plan." Sitting at the bar in O'Hare International Airport (ORD), waiting to board my plane for a 4-hour flight home. The cab ride to the airport was late because of the Heavy snow falling. As we were stuck in traffic, I turned my cell on phone and called the Airport Hilton. The way the snow was coming down, I had a bad feeling that flight were going to be cancelled.

Sipping on my Absolut and Cranberry, I watched the winter wonderland continue to pound the airport. Planes were slowly inching their way to the runway, which was stacked up like a can of Sardines. I turned to look at the flight status screen just outside the door, and it still showed my flight on time. Winter is short and darkness was fast approaching.

The guy sitting next to me paid his tab and headed into the waiting area. They just paged final boarding for his flight. I ordered another when I heard this voice say, "Is this seat taken?." I turned and told her, "No ma'am, it's all yours!!" I turned back to watch the planes trying to maneuver around the snow, when my new bar mate said, "excuse me, is that a Cap Cod your drinking?" A Cap Cod I thought briefly, I haven't heard the name in years. I told her, "I believe it is. I just call it an Absolut and Cranberry, but I think your terminology is right." She told the bartender, I have one of those. "Single or Double Ma'am?" She said, "you better make it a double, I think it's going to be a long night."

"Flight late", I said. "Of course! Aren't they always late out of O'Hare.", she sighed. I thought about that, and she was right. When was the last time a flight was on time? I took another swig, and continued watching the planes slowly depart. I gazed at the status screen again, and this time what my bar mate had said, was a reality for me as well. Originally, my flight to Portland, Or (PDX) was supposed to leave at 5:00pm, and now it said scheduled departure, 6:30pm.

"SHIT!!" My bar mate said, "Join the crowd. How late is your flight?" I muttered, "an hour and a half." She said, "your lucky, mine was scheduled to leave at 5:00pm and it's not going to leave until 8:00pm."

"With flight time, that should put me home by 1:00am." She took another drink, and I just shook my head. "Well, I guess the good thing is tomorrow is Christmas Eve, and no work." She shook her head in agreement. "By the way, my name is Brian." I extended my hand to her, and she looked at me, extended her hand and said, "I'm Heather, nice to meet you." 

We started the normal bullshit conversation, where do you live, what do you do for a living, do you have children, etc. We were talking so much that I had forgotten about the time. I looked at my watch and it was nearly 6:00pm. I had heard no announcements on my flight. I glanced over at the status board, and noticed my flight was not listed. I thought to myself, what the hells going on. Heather noticed I was puzzled. "Flight delayed again", she said to me. "I don't know I said, it's not listed on the board any more." She looked at me, and I could tell it wasn't good. "Are you sure", she said. "Yes, I'm positive. I can't see it listed." She shook her head and said, "Brian, you flight has been cancelled. O'Hare started doing that a month ago. When flights are cancelled, they just take them off the board."

"NO SHIT!!", I said.

At that point, the bartender said, "can I pour you another sir."? I said, "YES, and you better make it a double." I excused myself to check out whether Heather was right. She was. I made it to the ticket counter and the agent told me because of the weather (dah!!) The flight I was supposed to be on originates on the east coast and it was cancelled. She booked me on the first flight out tomorrow. I headed back to the bar. Heather was still there. "Let me guess. The weather." I said, "the usual, the flight I was supposed to be on couldn't get hear because of the weather, and there are no other planes available."

"Fortunately, I had this bad feeling in the cab on the way to the airport this afternoon, and I made a reservation at the Hilton."

"So, I'm going to sit here and enjoy my drink, while everyone else scrambles to find a room."

Heather said, "Where was that fight coming from anyway, New York?"

"How did you know, I said." Heather looked puzzled this time, and said, "I didn't. I was just being a smart ass." I told her what the agent said, and she quickly turned to the status board. She turned back, shaking her head. "Bartender, give me another double, it looks like I'm screwed." I said, "no flight to New York tonight, eh" She excused herself, and headed in the waiting area. I took this time to call my wife and let her know the status. She was upset of course. When Heather returned, She pounded her drink and said she needed to hustle over to the Hilton. The agent had told her very few rooms remained. She shook my hand and off she went. I took a quick glance at her ass, as she was leaving, not bad for a 45-year-old woman who has three kids.

I finished my drink, took one more final look at the planes struggling to make it to the runway, and thought, it's good I'm not flying tonight. As I entered the Hilton lobby, the line of people was staggering. Fortunately, there was a window for those with reservations. I walked right up, checked in and headed to my room. It was about 7:00pm, so I decided to take a quick shower, and head down for some dinner. Getting off the elevator, I noticed my bar mate Heather sitting on a couch by the door. I went over to her and said, "no luck getting a room tonight?" She looked at me and I could tell the doubles had taken effect. She shook her head, and said, "no rooms. I'm waiting for a cab to take me back into the city."

"The downtown Hilton has rooms." I asked her if she had time to get some dinner before the cab arrives. Right then an announcement was made to all waiting for cabs that the heavy snow has made it difficult to get around and it could be up to two hours before any cabs make it out here.

Heather dropped her head into her hands and just started shaking it from side to side. It was Christmas, and I was feeling no pain from the Absolut and Cranberry's. "Heather, at the risk of sounding like a pervert, the room they gave me has two queen beds, could I offer one to you?" She kept shaking her head in her hands, saying, "No, No, No.. I couldn't do that"

"Come on, tomorrow is Christmas Eve, and It's a season of giving. Besides, by the time you get to your hotel downtown, it will be time to take a cab back to the airport to board your flight." She looked up at me. I took my key out of my pocket, and handed it to her. "Go up to the room, take a nice hot shower and meet me back down here for dinner."

"Since my company is paying for the room, yours can buy us dinner. DEAL??" She extended her hand to grab the key, all the while saying. "A hot shower sounds great," I told her I would meet her in the bar.

About thirty minutes had past, I was nursing another drink when I saw Heather at the entrance. WOW, she looked fantastic. She was wearing a pair of black stretch pants, and tight red sweater that accented her, shapely breasts. Those business suits are for the birds. They ruin a woman's body. I waved her over and commented as she reached the table, "you clean up pretty good!!" She ignored my comment, but I could tell she liked my eyes checking her out. Marriage and kids sometimes stale a physical relationship. She came over to me, kissed me on the cheek and said, "Thanks for being so kind. The hot shower felt great." Right then, the waitress asked if she could bring Heather a drink, she said, "I'll have one of those", pointing to mine. "You might as well bring me another", I piped in. 

A couple hours of more drinks, dinner and conversation past and we both decided we had enough. She picked up the check and we headed to the room. On our way out of the bar, I noticed it was still snowing. It looked like a foot had fallen. I grabbed her hand, and proceeded outside. "We don't get a lot of snow in Portland, and I was thinking about making a snowman."

"Besides, the cool air will do us good." We raced out the door and immediately started making the snowman. I was rolling up the head, when I felt a snowball hit me in the ass. "Oh, you'll pay for that I said." I grabbed Heather and started to wrestle with her in the snow. Her sweater was hiked up a bit, so I decided to put some cold snow on her belly. As I did so, she slumped down and my hands went right up the front of her sweater and were now on her naked breasts. My first thought, boy those are firm. Then I came to my senses, pulled my hands away and said, "Heather, I'm sorry I didn't mean to do that." She said, "No big deal. Not bad for 45 year old broad, eh?"

"Not at all", I said. "They're so firm, I didn't even know you didn't have a bra on. My cock was rock hard now. Rolling around in the snow and touching those breasts did the trick. She was now laying on top or me, and said, "talk about firm." She could feel my hard cock pressing against her thigh. She reached down, put her cold hand into my sweatpants, grabbed my hard cock and said, "fair is fair.."

I couldn't help it; I just planted a big kiss on her. She responded with kissing me back. At that point the snow had stopped, and we were both wet. She broke the kiss and said, "lets go get out of these wet clothes." Not only being wet, we were both cold. We raced back to the room, stripped out of our clothes and head for the shower. We stood under the hot water, holding each other as our frigid bodies warmed up. Heather was the first to speak, "will you fuck me in the shower, my pussy has been wet ever since you made that comment of how good I clean up. I loved the way your eyes were undressing me." I broke our embrace, turned her around, and guide my hard cock into her. "Oh god that feels fantastic", Heather, moaned. She was right she was well lubricated. It was like a hot knife going through butter. I reached around and grabbed her tits. "Pinch my nipples", she demanded. "OH Yeah, that's it fuck me, squeeze my nipples, fuck me, fuck me." I couldn't hold out, "I'm going to SPURT", I screamed. I pumped load after load into her. "I can feel you cum in me. I'm so close. Fuck me faster.." My hands were on her hips, holding them as I was thrusting into her. She now started to pull at her nipples almost to the point where it looked like she was going to pull them off. I was still somewhat hard and began to feel her pussy contract. She didn't have to say it, but screamed, "OH YEAH, OH YEAH, FUCK ME, I'M CUMMMMMINNNGGG….."

She pushed her has into me so hard I fell back onto the seat that's apart of the shower. My cock popped out of her and you could hear it. Cum started running down the inside of her leg. Most of it was mine, but she held her own.. She collapsed to her knees, and the water was still cascading down on her. She was barley audible, but I did make out, "it's been a while since I've had an orgasm that powerful."

"Thank you!!" I told her I didn't think it was all me.

We dried off, put on the robes hanging in the bathroom, and collapsed on the bed. "Since we properly introduced ourselves, can I ask you a question, Heather"

"Sure", She said. "How often do you masturbate?" Heather said, "Not as much as I used to. Maybe once every couple weeks."

"Have you ever massaged you G-Spot." I could tell she was puzzled. "I've heard of the G-Spot, but I'm not sure if I've ever stimulated it or my husband has either." I went to my overnight duffle bag, and grabbed out a very thin vibrator, specifically for the G-Spot. I brought it over to Heather and showed it to her. "What, you carry one around, just in case you find a slut like me?" I responded, "NO!! This is for my wife. I bought it downtown."

"I just thought if you were up to it, you could give it a try." She sat, grabbed it out of my hand. She was diligently checking its girth. I could tell she was wondering how it was going to work. "Would you like some help", I offered. She gave that, "yeah, thanks" look.

I turned it on, and told her to lay back. I untied her robe and let it fall to both sides of her. Her naked body was exposed to me. Her tits were firm. I would say about 34C's and a jet-black bush, perfectly trimmed. Her pussy lips were full and her clit stuck out, just enough to see it beneath the black hair. Her lips were still wet from the shower scene. I turned on the vibrator. Her eyes were closed, but I could tell she heard it buzzing. I started circling her nipples. She immediately got figgity and began a low moan. Her nipples were definitely sensitive. She grabbed the vibrator and started doing the same thing I was doing. I took the opportunity and ran my tongue up her wet slit. The second my tongue hit her dripping pussy, she let out a loud moan, opened her eyes, looked down at me and said, "are you going to lick me?" I gave her clit a couple of soft kisses, looked up at her and said, "Would you like me to??"

"OH god yes!! My husband stop doing that many years ago, and I forgot how good that feels."

I didn't answer her, I just began my assault. I licked each labia, up and down slowly. When I got to her clit, I slowly started making circles around it without touching it. She was still buzzing her nipples. She was alternating buzzing one and squeezing one. She was becoming very aroused. Her moans were more audible. After circling and teasing her, I took the tip of my tongue and started to lightly flick the exposed head of her clit. This sent her into another world. Her hips began bucking. I could tell she was near another orgasm. I stopped flicking it to tease her some more, when she stopped her moaning just enough to stay, "Don't stop baby, I'm so close to exploding. PLEASE DON'T STOP.." I wanted to tease her more, but, hey, it's Christmas.. I touched her clit with my tongue again, and she started bucking again. I flicked it faster and faster. She was moaning louder and louder. I had to hold her hips downs she was bucking so hard. She raised her head up to look at me flicking her, and that did it. She was over the edge. She started yelling, "I'M GOING TO FUCKING CUM RIGHT NOOWWWWW!!!!"

She was holding my head to her clit. I could feel the vibrator on my head. I quickly grabbed it, while it was still buzzing and slammed it into her wet hole. There was no resistance. The G-Spot vibrator has the right size and length for its purpose. I could tell it founds its way to her G-Spot. She took her hands off my head and started grabbing for the bed. All she could say, "What the fuck are you doing to me??! What the fuck are you doing to me???" I was still licking her clit and I could feel the vibrator buzzing inside her on my tongue. What a rush!!!

"WATCHOUT!!!!", She screamed. "That vibrator is making me pee."

"I can't stop it, I'm going to pee all over your face." Of course, I knew it wasn't pee. If the G-Spot is massaged just right, most women can cum just like men. It's clear liquid and it tastes great… Her breathing became labored. "OH GOD!! He..re.. He.. re.. it comes. I'm going to pee." With that her whole body started shaking. I removed my tongue just in time to get a nice squirt of cum on my face. It wasn't a lot. Just enough to wet my beard. It took her five minutes to stop from convulsing.

She kept saying, "I'm so sorry, "I'm so sorry."

"I've never felt that before, but I just couldn't stop it." Listen to me, I said. "You didn't' pee. You came. It was actually cum!!" She looked puzzled. "Here taste", I said. I took a finger and rub some off my face and stuck into her mouth. "That's what came out of me??" I explained to her about the G-Spot. She finally mustered enough strength to sit up. She hugged me for what seemed like 20 minutes. All the time saying, "thank you! Thank you!" I responded, "my pleasure!"

"Lets just say it was my Christmas present to you."

With that we fell asleep in each other arms. Luckily, we set the alarm clock. It went off at 6:00am. Heather scurried out of bed to hit the shower. I dozed off again, thinking about last night. I was dreaming of her hot pussy. I could feel the warmth. I suddenly woke up. Heather had her mouth around my now hard cock. I wasn't dreaming. No wonder it felt so real. She was expertly sucking my cock and massaging my balls. I think my balls were still full from the G-Spot encounter, because I never got a chance to relieve them. It wasn't going to take long and we both new it. "Oh god Heather, that feels so damn good." I looked up and she winked at me. I was right there. I could hear myself saying, "Yeah, Yeah." I looked up at her one last time. "I'm at the point of no return, if you don't want me to come in your mo…."

"AURRGHHHH" I pumped two or three loads into her mouth. She gently continued sucking me until my orgasm subsided. She removed her mouth from my now flaccid cock. She squeezed it a couple of times and licked the remaining cum of the tip of my cock with her tongue.

All I could say was, "that was awesome!!"

"What a way to be wake up." She moved up, kissed me on the lips couple times, and said, "Merry Christmas." I thanked her, and noticed the G-Spot vibrator on the nightstand. I grabbed it, jumped out of bed and met Heather at the doors as she was leaving. "Here, take this with you. It has your "NAME" written all over it." She kissed me and headed out the door.

To this day, I always sit at the same spot in the same bar at O'Hare International (ORD), hoping I might see Heather again...

Ordeal



This story is heavily interracial but after some heart searching, I decided that it belonged marginally more in the Loving Wives category than it did in Interracial Love. 

*****

I suffered possibly severe concussion together with undoubted traumatic stress and, as a result, a large portion of this tale consists of snapshots and short video sequences, separated by periods of time about which I can remember nothing. These memory gaps are a blessing in disguise as, during those missing hours, I must have undergone extreme mental torment. The first of these scenes sees me standing alone outside my house, with a heavy holdall in each hand and unknowingly experiencing the last truly happy moments of my life.

Claire and I had just got home from an eight day adventure holiday. Claire is my partner of seven years, (living together for two years, married for five). We met in our final year at teacher training and moved in together when we graduated. I'm pretty ordinary to look at, just under average height with the wiry build of a distance runner and my main plusses are a good brain and a keen sense of humour. In contrast Claire is rather special by any standards. It might help give a good picture of her if I mention that at the age of nineteen (three years before we met) she worked as a photographic model. Many TV adverts and pictures in glossy magazines feature exotic locations with bikini clad eye candy in the background - well Claire was paid silly amounts of money for being there.

When she told me of this six month episode in her past, I asked incredulously why the hell she'd given up a fabulous job like that. "It's very simple," she said, "It was a cattle market, the money was great and I got to see some fantastic places but every time you were expected to put out to secure the contract - and even on location the shoot director, the cameramen and old uncle Tom Cobley all had some reason why you ought to be nice to them. Believe me, when not in front of the camera, most models spend their time high on cocaine and lying on their backs with legs in the air. I'm not a prude but if I had sex, I wanted it to be with a guy I fancied, not because it was the expected thing to do. In that industry youth rules and most models have ten years at the most. A very lucky few catch rich husbands but far more burn out on the drugs and the remainder end up either in escort work or doing porn. I knew I had the intelligence to have a career that would last all my life - so I quit and went to college instead." 

Another little anecdote might help round out the picture of her. One day, when we'd been married about a year, I asked how a gorgeous creature like her ever managed to end up with a frog like me. The remark was intended as flattery but Clair answered seriously saying, "I'll admit that there are guys out there who are packaged a lot better than you but under the lid they're all pretty shallow. I'm crazy about you for your intelligence and because you're the man you are."

Our seven years teaching had seen us both rise to head a department at different schools and decent salaries (helped by a fortuitous legacy) enabled us to buy a large modern detached house in a nice rural location with the garden backing on to extensive woodland. When the six week summer holidays arrived, we planned to start with an action filled week away, then spend a month working on the house and garden and finish off with a relaxing seven day break in some warm historic location with nice beaches. We both like running and hiking through the countryside and consider ourselves very fit, (I've taken part in three half marathons and finished respectably high in the rankings each time), so the idea of an adventure holiday had a lot of appeal. Trouble was that the only thing available for our time slot was in an 18 to 30 brochure and it specified singles only. The write up stated that it would be a mixed party of ten males and ten females with the itinerary comprising a week long series of challenging activities. It was too good to miss so we booked, pretending we were strangers with Claire using her maiden name.

On the Friday afternoon I drove to the specified city and we kissed a fond goodbye before I dropped my wife a couple of streets away from her named hotel and continued on to my own. The detailed instructions said we would be picked up at 6 a.m. on the Saturday morning for transport to the camp and included the specific request that we should not try to identify others from the holiday who may have been placed at the same hotel. I ate and then spent a lonely hour in the bar but it was not until lying in bed that I began to suffer from the unforeseen snag. When booking, we hadn't taken Claire's menstrual cycle into account and it had happened that for the previous four days it had been her period. If I mention that ever since we met we'd always made love on at least four days per week, you'll appreciate that I was already under some strain. When contemplating our week's segregation, we'd reasoned that there had to be some opportunities for fraternisation - in fact the brochure had heavily emphasised that there would be. Lying in bed that night feeling more than a little deprived, I could only hope that the chance to sneak away together came pretty damn soon.

At 7 a.m. the following morning. on what promised to be a blazing hot day,. I only waited outside the hotel for less than five minutes before being picked up by a people carrier already containing two male passengers. We collected another couple of guys and then there was a twenty mile ride to the camp. This whole thing must have been planned like a military operation because 4 vehicles in all had collected from at least as many hotels and yet everybody had arrived within a period ten minutes. We disembarked and stood in two loose knit groups, one male one female, each looking curiously across at the other. I quickly spotted Claire and threw her a quick grin but she maintained the pretence of no connection by ignoring me. This rather miffed me because very quickly many tentative smiles were being exchanged between the groups, so she could have easily risked giving me a casual response. It was a bad start and it only got worse from there.

The males were a pretty average bunch except for two guys who seemed a head and shoulders above the rest. Each was 6' 2" or taller and with both their muscular physiques indicated serious weight training. One was dark haired with designer stubble where the other was clean shaven with short cropped startlingly blonde hair. I was later to find they were called Rory and Kirk respectively and were destined to engage in a friendly rivalry throughout the week. All the girls had quite decent figures while their looks varied from plain to very pretty but it was very obvious that Claire was in a class of her own.

Everybody was asked to introduce themselves in turn and then we split up to the two large tents where bedrolls were already arranged radiating out from the centre. Later I found that the rest of the site comprised a unisex toilet block of four cubicles with wash basins opposite and further on two pairs of open fronted shower stalls set facing each other. There was also a roofed area containing a large barbecue rig together with a gas powered cooking range and completing the set-up was a cabin that provided sleeping accommodation for the holiday administrators and visiting activity specialists. 

We were told that the first day was devoted to preparing us for what was to come, with the morning activity being an obstacle course. After being given breakfast, we changed into suitable clothes and walked to the course about 200 yards away hidden amongst trees. Instead of a straight run though of the different hazards, each obstacle was tackled separately with everyone else watching as each attempt was made. The first challenge was a six foot wall with the men to go first. Rory and Kirk quickly pushed themselves to the front of the line and then both in turn seemed to simply vault over making it look far easier than it turned out to be. The next three got over with somewhat less facility and then it was my turn. I don't know what I was doing wrong but despite my fitness it took me three tries to even get a grip on the top of the wall and by the time I finally got my legs over and dropped to the other side I had exerted so much effort I would have preferred to pack up for the day. I was already more than a little ashamed of myself. Because of generally shorter stature the girls were allowed to work in pairs helping each other and by the time I'd rested watching lots of gaping tops and flailing bare legs I was feeling far more cheerful. 

I acquitted myself reasonably well climbing up netting, the hanging ride across a ravine and a couple of other obstacles but failed to really shine at any. In contrast, both Rory and Kirk succeeded at everything as if they had been born to it. Then came the ladder. This was fixed horizontally about ten feet above the earth with twenty rungs exposed, with the task being to travel hand over hand from one end to the other. It goes without saying that Rory and Kirk displayed perfect coordination, swarming quickly across with the agility of monkeys, six other guys also made it to the other end as did half of the females. I just couldn't get the knack and dropped ignominiously to the ground while attempting the third rung. It was humiliating that everyone else in the party did far better than I.

I should have mentioned that the camp was situated on the side of a decent sized lake. Getting back all hot and sticky from the obstacles, we were told we could cool off in the water and this suggestion was greeted with great enthusiasm. I too was eager but, although not a compulsive smoker, the way I was feeling I was gagging for a cigarette so I gave that need priority. The first two to plunge in were girls down to bra and panties followed by some guy wearing Y-fronts but others stripped down to the buff and soon skinny-dipping was the order of the day. 

Within minutes, as I watched I could no longer identify Claire due to the crowd of male heads surrounding her. As stated, I had intended to swim but the general nakedness put me off - I do believe that my penis reacts more adversely to cool water than most men and after the humiliation of the morning having no desire to expose myself to further ridicule I opted for a quick shower instead. There was a short jetty leading out into deeper water and when I got back to my watching point there was a steady stream emerging from the water to run along the jetty and either dive or bomb back in. Both Rory and Kirk were keen to display their prowess as this skill too and I couldn't help noticing that, although not huge, both men's sexual endowments were significantly larger than average.

I sat growing more and more demoralised watching my wife happily frolic with her many admirers. The final straw came when Rory and Kirk moved into shallower water, each with a naked female on his shoulders, (one of which had to be Claire), and engaged in some kind of mock battle while the others shouted encouragement. Thankfully when that ended, Claire was the first to leave the water, snatching up her discarded garments to stride purposefully towards the female tent with gorgeous round breasts gently bobbing, nipples pointing proudly forward and glistening droplets of water clinging precariously to her sparse pubic hairs. As she approached my position I couldn't keep the bitterness out of my voice as I remarked, "That looked like lots of fun."

"It was fantastic, you should've come in," she said unsympathetically, heading on without a pause. 

Lunch was eaten at a treadle table with narrow benches on either side that seemed to almost magically appear and while consuming the welcome sustenance we watched a string of ten kayaks being towed up and tied to the jetty. The afternoon was devoted to training in Kayak handling and learning how to recover from difficulty. We were split into to two random groups swapping over when one group had been instructed, this followed by each group having an hour for free-form paddling out on the lake. Claire was in the other group to me but even when she was out of sight I wasn't unduly concerned as there was little opportunity for physical contact. I managed to perform quite well and did enjoy the activity. 

After the evening meal everyone split into different small groups around the various park benches that were conveniently dotted around. Two or three couples already started meandering into the woods, either wandering off with exaggerated nonchalance or boldly holding hands. I did engage in some conversation but my attention was constantly fixed on the small crowd around my wife and although retiring to bed fairly early I still managed to keep an eye on her under the lifted bottom of the tent. 

The next day our training was put to good use, with the whole time spent white water kayaking down a river some miles away. There was a packed lunch at midday and everybody got four runs down the mile course, two in the morning and twice more after eating. It was quite exhilarating and there was security knowing that nobody could hit on Claire out of my sight but I felt growing frustration at my own inability to get her alone. 

At the end of the evening barbecue, Claire left the main table and wandered quite a way off, to perch where there was room for only one other. This was my chance so I quickly followed. I think this was planned by my wife because she had thrown a rather deliberate glance in my direction. "Thank God," I said, the moment I got close, "Everybody's doing it so let's go somewhere please - do you know how long it is since we had sex, it seems forever and I'm going absolutely crazy. I swear my balls are aching all the time."

"Sorry love, I'd love to but I can't," she told me. "Try and see it from my point of view. All the other girls are panting for a turn with either Kirk or Rory but I've already knocked both of them back along with three of four others. That's done my street cred a whole lot of good but it'll completely ruin it if they catch me making out with you. They've seem to have made me into a kind of leader and I don't want to spoil that. Look love, you did agree that, rather than blow our cover we'd stay apart all week and that's how it's got to be. Don't worry, I'll make it up to you when we get home - think about that. I've got to go they're looking for me."

Knowing that those two confident jocks had both tried and failed was a big boost but I still felt a need to ask what reason she'd given for refusing them. "I said I was engaged," Claire told me but then laughed and added, "Later Susan mentioned that she was engaged as well but thought rules were suspended when you were on holiday and another girl claimed she'd been going steady for years but still didn't think it was much of an adventure holiday if you couldn't have a sexual adventure or two as well." With that my wife was gone back to her new friends but in leaving she destroyed my improved piece of mind by mischievously muttering, "I don't know - perhaps those two have the right idea."

For the next three days we were split into five groups with two males and two females in each. The selection had obviously been made on the basis of ability displayed thus far because, to my distress, Claire and her friend Susan were paired with the two show-offs - but it did help slightly that each set had an activity expert to chaperone the group. I was in group four. The first day was rock climbing (climbing up and abseiling down), the second potholing and the whole of the third day spent horse riding. I actually did very well at all three activities but I rather felt that this didn't make up for my rather ignominious start to the week. 

Claire has a very easy smile and when talking she gives the other person such complete attention that they must feel like the only person in the world and I'm sure given many men the erroneous impression they were in with a chance. Now when you have an exceptionally attractive female with a less than macho partner, many predatory males feel emboldened to try their luck and throughout our relationship men have often hit on Claire within my earshot. Sometimes a hostile stare from me is enough to dissuade them and at others I have had to inject myself into their conversation but these occasions always fill me with feelings of jealousy and anxiety. During this holiday those two emotions were ever present - I'd never before felt that way for such a sustained length of time.

During the evenings after both the climbing and potholing I did join in conversations but only after positioning myself where I had my wife in sight. She never gave any cause for suspicion but the day of the horse riding was different. It had again been very warm so after the evening meal I stretched out in the shade, situated where I could maintain my vigil but unfortunately I fell asleep. When I woke after about an hour Claire was nowhere to be seen and a quick head count showed that three males were also missing along with a pair of other females - these included Kirk, Rory and Susan.

In a panic I ran round the camp site searching. I checked the toilet block, behind the log cabin, amongst the nearby trees and down by the lake - I even stuck my head inside the female tent. I had no success in finding her and another circuit produced the same result. With no other option I sat down to wait with pounding heart. Images of Claire out there somewhere fucking one of the studs (or even both of them) began flickering through my brain like a triple X pornographic video and soon, even had I wanted to search again I couldn't, due to an erection that was so stiff it would have made it almost impossible to walk. 

After about half an hour the other couple emerged from the trees with arms wrapped round each other but then another slow hour passed without further activity until Claire and Susan appeared, each carrying bowls heaped with fruit that proved to be wild raspberries. My heart leapt at the sight of my wife but still remained heavy because I was convinced that the fruit gathering was just a cover and that the two tall males would soon be walking down the same path, a tactful distance behind. I was wrong. A little over half an hour later as it was beginning to grow dark, Rory and Kirk appeared, each in a kayak, skimming easily in from out on the water to loudly brag how they had slipped away to grab a quick pint at the pub on the other side of the lake.

By general request, Thursday was a repeat of the white water experience and Friday morning we all played a hectic game of paint ball. The afternoon was spent packing and tidying the camp and then we were bussed to an old hotel where a fabulous medieval banquet had been arranged for the evening. There were ten double rooms to share. We were told that occupancy could be mixed pairs and no fewer than eight couples took this option - after seven nights of roughing it all wanted to take full advantage of a soft bed. I opted to share with a male and thankfully my wife didn't. The next morning we were back in people carriers being ferried back to our original pick-up points. 

I retrieved my car and picked up Claire at the agreed spot. In the car she threw her arms round me and smothered me in kisses, saying, "God I've missed you," - this rather belying the impression she had given all week. It was rather a long embrace oblivious to the stares of passers by. I was too overcome for words and we were a mile or so down the road before I was able to ask how she'd enjoyed the holiday. "It was fantastic," she said but then looked sideways at me to say, "You didn't enjoy it much did you? Don't think I didn't notice you watching. You really a very silly man - don't you know by now that I'm not the sort of girl to mess around?" 




Ordeal and Acceptance



Robert was late getting to the club. He hated being late anytime, but particularly this time, because he'd agreed to be part of the show. He hoped he hadn't missed his chance. 

The week before, the club's owner and dungeon master had announced that a pair of well-known, experienced Dommes would be visiting from out of town to give demonstrations. They needed volunteers to take some heavy punishment. The owner had been very clear that the visitors would administer intense pain and lots of it.

"These women are strong. They play hard. Don't sign up unless you're very serious," he had warned. "They're also friends of mine, so I don't want you to embarrass me by wimping out," he added.

Robert had signed up.

The prospect of being publicly tortured by strong Dommes had been intriguing by itself, but Robert had another, much deeper motive. He had only recently moved to town, and, while he'd been welcomed to the club and found some Dommes to top him there, he had become obsessed with one Domme with whom he hadn't yet played. She was popular, highly-accomplished, and always attracted admiring crowds when she played. She also, he knew, only played with subs who had "proven themselves."

Her name was Mona. Tall and lithe, she wore either leather or latex outfits that showcased what Robert thought was the sexiest body he'd ever seen. He had fallen under her spell the first time he saw her play.

She was truly masterful in her scenes, an expert in a wide range of dominant skills. She played with enthusiasm, good humor, and the style of a practiced performer. She wielded whips, floggers, and other implements with the finesse expected of a practiced musician with a fine instrument. Her movements were fluid and dance-like.

Under her control, the naked body of her sub became a canvas for her impressive artistry. She worked her subs long and hard, giving pain with skilled precision, as if it were precious medicine, carefully administered to produce exactly her intended effect. At the end of her scenes, her subs always glowed with pride at their achievements of endurance and floated on a sea of endorphins.

Whenever she played, Robert was transfixed by the spectacle, wishing he could take the place of whomever she was tormenting. He'd spoken with her briefly a couple times. She had been polite and friendly, but he was clearly not yet on her radar. He hoped to remedy that by volunteering for the night's show.

As he entered the club, he heard the unmistakable sounds of leather striking flesh. Sharp reports echoed throughout the large room. The crowd was larger than usual, but, he immediately noticed, quieter than usual. Everyone was watching the ongoing show.

He worked his way through the crowd to a spot from which he could see the action. A slim, fit young woman in her mid-20s was bent naked over the club's spanking horse, wrists and ankles secured with cuffs. A tall, strong blonde woman clad in leather shorts, halter top, and knee-high boots wielded a heavy flogger. She was delivering forceful blows to the victim's buttocks in a studied, deliberate manner. As each blow landed with a loud report, the young woman's head jerked, her breasts bounced, and she involuntarily exhaled.

Robert soon noticed that the pace of the blows was increasing steadily. The girl's nicely-rounded butt cheeks were bright red, and the flogger was falling on skin already well-tenderized. Even halfway across the room, Robert could hear the labored breathing and low moans of the young woman on the horse. Her muscles were tense, straining against the unyielding leather of the cuffs. Her back and arms glistened with sweat. After each blow of the heavy leather, the naked woman's legs quivered uncontrollably. This scene, he realized, had been in progress for some time and, from the looks of things, had to be coming to an end.

The end came with a sudden burst of rapid, hard blows that left the recipient with no time to catch her breath between them. As the sharp sounds turned into a rapid-fire staccato, the victim jerked her head up and down, and every muscle in her body began to quiver. Her moans became steady and louder.

With a flourish, the blonde Domme stopped, turned and made a slight bow toward the crowd. The victim took a few seconds to realize that the punishment was over, then dropped her head and gulped huge breaths of air. The Domme was joined by a muscular brunette in an identical leather outfit, and both went to the horse. One leaned down and spoke softly to the victim, placing a hand on her shoulder. Soon the two unhooked the cuffs from the horse, helped the young woman up, took her arms and helped her walk toward the crowd where several friends embraced her and led her to a quiet corner.

A round of applause rippled through the crowd. The club's owner emerged from the crowd and announced, "Break time. Next scene starts in a few minutes."

Robert wondered what he'd gotten himself in for. He realized the earlier warning about serious pain had been for real -- more real than he'd guessed at the time.

Any thought of escape, however, was quickly eliminated when the owner spotted him.

"Glad to see you made it. You're next. Wait here and when the ladies are ready, I'll bring you to them."

"OK," Robert answered, now feeling a tinge of fear. He looked around and saw several people he knew. He realized he was committed. He knew, however, that no matter how severe the scene, he would have to "take it well." Neither Mona nor the other Dommes liked whiners or wimps. He remembered her disdain at one sub who had lost his composure under the lash.

In a few minutes, the two women strode back into the club's extensive play area, heading toward the spanking horse. Robert noted, with some trepidation, that they were both very strong. Their black leather outfits revealed rippled abdomens, strong thighs, and heavily-muscled, powerful arms. It was obvious they were no strangers to the gym. It struck him that they were much stronger than any Dommes he'd played with before. He began to wonder if he could take the kind of pain they obviously could inflict.

The dungeon master came through the crowd and gestured to Robert, "Come on, it's time." Robert followed him. 

"Here's your next volunteer," the owner told the two women, then turned back toward the crowd.

The women reached out and grasped Robert's hands.

"Thanks for volunteering," said the blonde who had been flogging the young woman. 

She stood directly in front of Robert, reached out, gripped each of his shoulders, and looked straight into his face. She was slightly taller than him. Her firm grip on his shoulders and her penetrating gaze instantly conveyed that she was in control.

"You realize this is going to be severe?"

"Yes," Robert replied, sounding much more confident than he felt.

"And you're OK with that?"

"Yes."

"Fine. Then let me explain how this will go. We're going to work on you as long and as hard as we think you can take it safely. It's all up to us. We'll watch you carefully, but the decision to stop is ours alone.

"Understand?"

"Yes," Robert replied, though not really sure he meant it. If he'd had any doubt about the woman's strength, her grip on his shoulders dispelled it. He knew he was going to suffer, and seriously. 

"OK, then -- get your clothes off."

The fear of being seen wimping out overcame his fear of pain. Robert quickly stripped off his clothes, handing them to one of the women, who placed them on a nearby table.

They pointed him toward a St. Andrew's cross that stood next to the spanking horse. Next, they buckled leather cuffs around his wrists and ankles, then secured him to the cross, facing outward.

Spread-eagled naked on the cross, Robert was in full view of the crowd. The club's play area, where the equipment resided, was much better lit than the surrounding space, so Robert could see the crowd only with some difficulty. He quickly scanned the faces he could see, recognizing several. He knew that his nude body now was the focus of attention for the whole room. Though he'd wanted to be noticed, he now found this exposure unexpectedly uncomfortable. 

Then he saw Mona. She stood with some of her friends near the front of the crowd, with a good view of the action to come. He drew a deep breath, realizing that, just as he had hoped, he now had the chance he'd wanted to impress her. He couldn't screw this up; he had to take the punishment and take it well. 

At 23, he was lean and sinewy, with slight tan lines showing the outline of his swimsuit. With his arms pulled tightly overhead, his flanks revealed the distinct outline of his ribs, and his lean abdomen curved inward from his ribcage. He was fit and worked out regularly, but, he would be the first to admit, he didn't show the muscled power that these women radiated.

The brunette Domme approached and closely inspected Robert's body, looking intently at every inch from head to toes. She grasped his stretched arms, feeling his forearms, then probed his biceps. She ran her fingers lightly over his chest, abdomen, ribcage, and thighs, checking his skin and muscle tone. Despite his apprehensions and increasing nervousness, this tactile attention began a stirring between his legs that quickly turned him rock-hard.

Apparently satisfied that her victim was ready, the Domme leaned forward, looking Robert straight in the eye. With a grin on her face, she suddenly grabbed both his nipples. Pinching them tightly between her strong thumbs and forefingers, she pulled, squeezed, then twisted the tender protrusions.

Still grinning, she squeezed the nipples ever more tightly. Robert was startled at first, then, as the pain increased, was amazed that anyone could cause him so much agony using only fingers. Determined not to show the pain, he stared back at his tormentor. With her smile just inches from his eyes, his brain struggled to reconcile the beauty of her face with the pain she inflicted.

After a few minutes of pulling, pinching, and twisting, the woman let go of Robert's nipples, walked behind him and returned with a pair of metal clamps. She quickly placed the clamps on Robert's now-sore nipples and screwed them down tightly. 

Robert winced as the clamps bit sharply into his nipples. 

Next, the woman walked alongside Robert. She slipped one hand between him and the cross, planting it firmly in the small of his back. With the other hand, she began lightly probing Robert's abdomen with stiffened fingertips that felt like steel rods. 

She leaned close to his ear and spoke softly, "Tense your stomach muscles." Robert obeyed.

Swiftly, the woman slammed a hard, open palm forcefully onto Robert's stomach. If his muscles hadn't been tightened, the blow would have knocked the wind out of him.

"You'll want to keep those muscles tense," she said, again smiling.

She then began giving Robert's gut a hard hand spanking. The blows stung sharply, and soon Robert's whole midsection felt like it was slowly burning. The area between his chest and his pelvis quickly turned red.

Robert concentrated on keeping his stomach muscles tense, knowing that if any of the blows fell on a relaxed gut, he'd regret it. He felt that his stomach muscles were competing against her strong arms, and he was determined to withstand the assault.

The woman worked methodically, covering her target area thoroughly and repeatedly. The sound of the sharp smacks filled the room. The burn in Robert's gut was spreading to the rest of his body.

The pace of the blows increased steadily over several minutes until it was a rapid-fire assault. He struggled to breathe and keep his muscles tense at the same time. After a short series of very hard blows, the woman stopped, then reached up and removed the clamps from Robert's nipples.

The attack on his gut had made Robert forget about the nipple clamps, but when they were removed, a rush of blood back into the compressed tissue brought a fresh wave of pain. As he absorbed this sensation, Robert saw his tormenter take a new position directly in front of him. She looked into his face, checking his reactions, and gave him another brief, thin smile.

She now held a small, thick leather strap, about a foot long. With no further ceremony, she laid a hard blow with the strap onto Robert's right nipple. Robert let out a short shout at the sharp pain on the tender skin. The next blow fell on his left nipple. He again let out a low grunt.

The woman wielded the small strap with precise control, putting blows on the already-sore skin of Robert's stomach, along with carefully-applied blows to his chest. She worked up and down each side, covering Robert's chest, abdomen, and even the sides of his ribcage with well-aimed, painful blows. While concentrating on absorbing the pain, Robert marveled at the strength the woman put into every searing stroke. He focused on breathing, hoping to retain as much composure as possible, still remembering that he was on display and Mona was one of the spectators.

The first strokes of the strap had been timed far enough apart that Robert could feel the hard sting of one begin to turn into a low burning sensation before the next one fell. The pace picked up, however, and soon the blows were coming so rapidly that the pain of one piled onto the pain of the previous ones, stoking a continuous blaze. 

Robert felt like his entire torso was on fire. The pain was at a level that matched that of any scene he'd done before. He could feel an endorphin rush beginning. He gritted his teeth in his determination to hold himself together through the pain, hoping the endorphins would soon help his tolerance.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the other woman approaching.

The two Dommes exchanged glances, then the strapping ceased.

"Is he ready?"

"Yes."

With that, they unshackled Robert's cuffs from the cross. For a moment, he thought the ordeal was over, and began to feel relief. However, the women immediately half-carried him the few feet to the spanking horse. The cuffs were reshackled to the horse, and Robert was bent over it, legs and arms spread wide, ass in the air. 

His relief that the torture of his torso was over was very brief. He now knew that worse was coming. He began to wonder how much more he could take. He breathed deeply and deliberately, trying to gather strength to endure the next onslaught. 

The blonde Domme picked up a wide, thick, three-foot-long leather prison strap and took position behind and to one side of the spanking horse. A low murmur went through the crowd as they watched her muscled arm swing the imposing implement through the air to test its balance. Robert felt the strap lightly brush his buttocks as she adjusted her position to measure the strokes.

The first stroke landed with a loud report and both sounded and felt like an explosion in Robert's ass. If he hadn't been secured to the heavy horse, the blow would have knocked him to the floor. He gasped for air, unable to yell. The fire of the explosion spread outward from the impact, and the woman paused to let him feel the full effect. 

When he recovered his breath, Robert realized that the torture on the cross had been mere preparation -- to get his endorphins flowing. Without the preparation he couldn't have taken this first blow of the prison strap. Though accustomed to having his ass beaten, this blow was the strongest Robert had ever endured. The thought flashed through his mind that he was entering new territory beyond any of his previous experience. "I've got to hold it together," he told himself, "because Mona is watching."

That thought was barely finished when the next blow fell, causing Robert to once again struggle for breath. The third came after a shorter interval, followed by more, all delivered with tremendous force.

The blonde Domme worked in an orderly fashion, aiming the blows to cover Robert's butt top to bottom, and included his upper thighs. Ambidexterous, she switched sides to even out the punishment to both of the buttcheeks as well as the backs of his thighs. 

Robert's nude body soon was covered with a thin sheen of sweat, and his arm and leg muscles tensed constantly in a struggle against the cuffs. The harsh spotlights beaming down from the ceiling highlighted his straining muscles with a moving interplay of light and shadow, emphasized by the light glistening brightly off the sweat. His butt was turning a bright and deepening red.

The woman continued her methodical torture, and picked up the pace. Each powerful stroke sent a shock through his body, making his head jerk and his breathing briefly halt.

As the woman increased the pace of the strapping, a raging fire began to fill Robert's entire body, constantly refreshed with new heat from each blow to his butt. The fire became the focus of his existence, as his awareness of his surroundings slowly narrowed. His brain was fogging with endorphins, but the Domme skillfully kept the pain just ahead of his body's ability to erase it with the natural drugs. His breathing became labored and he began to emit low groans. He completely lost track of time and felt like the agony was continuing forever. His world consisted only of pain and his determination to endure it. An image of Mona's face flashed through his mind, strengthening his determination.

Though in a near-stupor from the pain and the fog in his brain, Robert noticed a lull in the strapping and saw shadows move. 

Suddenly, he heard a swish, then felt a sharp, fierce jolt followed by a new flash of even hotter fire cutting into his butt. He shouted, then gasped for air, and pulled sharply against his restraints.

The strap had been traded for a cane.

The first stroke of the cane fell across the top of Robert's butt. The audience watched a welt rise immediately. 

Robert's body shook as he absorbed the shock and pain of the cane stroke. He had not recovered when the next one came, searing into his flesh. Once again an explosion of white-hot flame spread through his body. He let out a yell. His legs began to quiver involuntarily, pulling rhythmically against the cuffs restraining his ankles. It took all his determination to keep from begging for relief.

Four more cane strokes came, each one delivering a powerful shock that buffeted Robert's ass, followed by another fiery explosion of pain tearing through his body. His muscles throbbed from the struggle against the restraints. His lungs screamed for air, and sweat poured profusely from his skin. 

The strong Domme had placed the six cane strokes at precise intervals from the top of Robert's butt down to the top of his thighs. Each stroke left its own distinctive, angry welt on top of the dark-red background of his thoroughly-strapped backside. The sight was a visual testimony to her strength, skill and control.

The cane strokes were the finale. Laying aside the cane, the woman and her partner went to the horse, looked Robert in the face, and told him the scene was finished. At first, the words didn't register with him. The blonde who had strapped and caned him steadied his shoulders with a firm grip while her partner gently massaged his upper back. They did this for several minutes, allowing him to breathe and recover some before unshackling him from the horse. It took some time, and repeated assurances from the women, for him to come out of his pain- and endorphin-induced fog enough to realize his ordeal was over.

One on each side, the women helped him stand up. He gratefully accepted the help, resting most of his weight on their strong arms for several minutes while he breathed heavily and regained some strength.

When they felt he had recovered enough to understand, they both congratulated him. His body still on fire, his ass still throbbing, and with his brain barely regaining any alertness, he began to feel some relief. 




Ordeal and Acceptance



When the women walked him closer to the crowd and turned him around to display his ravaged backside, he began to hear admiring remarks. Through the pain and the endorphin-fueled mental fog, the fire and agony began to be joined by a stirring of pride, as the sound of applause penetrated his consciousness. He no longer felt uncomfortable at being on display -- the pain had become his clothing. Indeed, he now was very happy for the crowd to see his tortured body. 

Steadied by the firm grasp of the two strong Dommes, Robert slowly gained a sense of accomplishment. The crowd obviously respected his endurance. They were applauding him and talking about him. He had, he realized, gotten the notice he'd wanted. He felt he'd just earned his place in this club.

Still carrying most of his weight themselves, the women steered him toward a couch. They gently sat him down on a pillow a thoughtful spectator had brought, then sat on either side of him, holding him firmly. The strong hands and arms that had given him such intense pain now were used to massage and steady him while he recovered. 

When his breathing had returned to normal and he was able to respond to simple questions rationally, the women began to get up from the couch. 

Before doing so, though, the blonde leaned her face next to his. "Good job," she told him.

The brunette leaned her head in on the other side, and grinning widely, gently brushed his lips with hers, then said in a low, husky voice, "Yes, a really good job. You did very well."

When the two women left, Robert realized that he still felt a pair of hands on his shoulders. He turned back to see who was behind him.

It was Mona, smiling.

***

NOTICE: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, places, or events is purely coincidental.



Ordeal of a Bound Venus



The woman stood bare footed upon the cold stone floor. Her hands were tied behind her back, she was blindfolded and had a noose hung around her neck. Her fear was palpable as she trembled and whimpered like a little girl. Debbie, my partner, had striped her down to her under ware, black satin panties, matching bra and sheer black hold up stockings. Barely clothed and shivering with fear this bound Venus appeared so beautiful to my eyes and prick, so frail and easy to crush. That was why I had drugged and kidnapped her, I had to ruin her for other men. For she would never have willingly been mine. That much I knew for certain.

“Where am I? And how did I get here…the last thing I remember was being bought a drink at the bar.” she said, her voice betraying her emotion.

“You are here to be used at my pleasure, you little cum-slut!” I replied and pulled on the rope I held. By a system of pulleys the rope was attached to the noose. The woman was raised up, by the neck, onto the balls of her feet. She strained against her bonds in discomfort. “Get to work on that pussy.” I told Debbie. She shot forward and stuck her hand down the woman’s knickers. I could see Debbie’s fingers skilfully begin to wank her off, masturbating the woman’s clit and sliding in and out of her cunt.

“What is your name, slag?” I asked my captive

“My name is Maria, please let me go!” she intoned, clearly distraught at the treatment she was receiving. I did not reply. But instead just watched Debbie as she worked her fingers furiously in and out of Maria in a degrading fashion. After five minutes or so Maria drew her long legs together and squirmed awkwardly. “She’s nice and wet, it won’t be long now.” Said Debbie. “I can feel her beginning to gush with juice.

“Oh please no! No more of this I beg you!” exclaimed Maria. Desperate to avoid having an orgasm forced upon her in such circumstances. I pulled the rope harder and lifted her off the floor by about two inches, just enough so that the tip of a toe would occasionally touch the ground. Immediately she began to choke. Debbie redoubled her efforts and, with her other hand, thrust two fingers up Maria’s arse and finger fucked that at the same time as her cunt. Maria’s pain was exquisite. Her life force was being throttled out of her by the noose. Her lungs burned for want of air and her humiliation at being wanked off by Debbie was almost unendurable.

After only a few seconds of this torture Maria began to cum. She gurgled and bucked, legs flailing as Debbie worked her private parts like a savage. The pain in her lungs was now white hot, it felt like her chest was going to explode. I compounded her agony by tugging the rope making her jiggle like a rag doll, until finally her constricted moaning ceased. “I’m finished here.” Said Debbie, pulling out her fingers and licking the juices off them. In response I released the rope. Maria sank to the floor as life flooded back into her body. She coughed and took heaving gasps of air, red in the face from the orgasmic strangulation.

“Strip her completely and get naked yourself.” I ordered Debbie, who meekly did as she was told. Between us we got Maria to her knees, I took up the slack from the rope and tied it off. Ensuring that Maria had no option but to remain kneeling upright. Next I took some crocodile clips (with wires attached) and snapped one each onto her nipples, labia and clit bud. The wires led back to a car battery and I held in my hand a switch to turn the power on and off.

“Maria, you will suck my cock or this is what you will get.” I said, turning on the switch. A jolt of electricity surged through the wires and zapped Maria in her most intimate parts. She jumped like a scolded cat and cried out in pain, but also in pleasure. I used the opportunity to stick my rock hard 7” dick into her mouth. Then I bade Debbie to hold the struggling woman’s head still, while I began to slide my meat in and out between her full firm lips. Gradually getting faster and harder with each stroke I felt the back of my cock head rasping across her tongue.

After a couple of minutes of this abuse I took over control of Maria’s head from Debbie and gave her the switch. “Punish this bitch!” I ordered. She lost no time in manipulating the captive woman with the electricity. Making her jerk, twitch and spasm as I continued to force her to suck my cock. My shaft was stained red with lip stick as I pinched Maria’s nose closed adding to her ordeal. Debbie was wonderful, she flicked that switch with vicious abandon, clearly relishing her task.

“Now for the throat.” I said and, with a mighty grunt, I forced my prick deep into Maria’s resisting throat and reamed it for all I was worth. As I did so Debbie flicked the switch rapidly and gave her jolt after jolt. Such was my delight in the rape I kept this action up for some time. In the end Maria was crying like a little girl, which was precisely what I wanted. I removed the blindfold and looked down into her streaming eyes watching my dick ride her mouth. I pumped the snot from her nose, the tears from her eyes and the lining off her throat. Every time she resisted Debbie shocked her again, until she was reduced to a state of utter compliance. That was when I knew my domination of Maria was complete. I could tell by the look she gave me that her will was broken.

And that was what did it for me, it was the essence of the whole situation. I couldn’t hold back the spunk any more at the sight of such debasement. No matter how much I wished the despoiling could continue, my balls had other plans. I gave an especially deep thrust and began to cum like an elephant. Shooting hot semen down Maria’s gullet and into her belly. I roared as I came and watched the horror on her face as she was given no choice but to swallow my vile spunk. I held my cock down her throat until it had gone soft. Then I pulled it out and ordered Debbie to lick it clean.

Exhausted I sank into a chair and let Debbie continue to work on my cock. Maria just watched this lewd display, a look of resigned disgust on her face. “You’re wondering why and how Debbie here can be a party to all this aren’t you, dirty whore.” I said. Maria did not reply, she was silent with downcast eyes her lower lip trembling, but I knew she wanted to know. “Well, I broke your sister’s will here just as I broke yours (and as I intend to break your mother’s I thought to myself). And do you know what the difference is between you two? She fucking loved it!”



Ordeal of the Mother



The mother of Debbie and Maria was named Evon. She was, in my opinion, a good looking, plump woman in her late forties. Her tits were full, heavy orbs that frequently displayed her huge nipples through even the thickest of clothing. Her arse was firm and round. A pretty face with full lips complimented her green eyes and long brown hair. She extruded a sexual aura that was palpable with nothing more than the swing of her hips as she walked. The conquest and breaking of her daughters was but an act of supplication upon the altar of her flesh. By taking her I would complete the circle.

This is how it was done…

Debbie and Maria were now mine. Having raped them into submission my will was their own. I did not seek their compliance I ordered it and they obeyed without question. So I ordered them to let me in to their house after their mother had gone to bed one night. It took no more planning than that. I entered the house with my cock already hard and a variety of tools in a bag I called my rape kit.

The three of us crept into Evon’s darkened room as she slept, she didn’t stand a chance. Before she was even fully awake I had a plastic bag over her head and her hands tied behind her back. I punched her in the stomach and tied the bag around her neck. She bucked against the constraints while the bag rapidly cut off her air supply. She fought for her freedom far more than her daughters had done. But it was to no avail. “Switch on the light.” I ordered Maria. Even through her obvious discomfort Evon’s eyes widened when she saw her two daughters standing next to a man with a raging hard on, all three naked and all clearly enjoying her suffering.

“Time to begin.” I said. I took a small knife and made an incision in the bag, not wide enough for Evon to breathe properly but enough to keep her gasping for air without passing out. Then I took out two dildos from my rape kit and applied a thick lubricant to them in full view of my captive. They were both 8” long and buzzing loudly, set as they were to full power. Gently I forced the first one into Evon’s pussy, she tried to stop me by crossing her legs but I had her girl’s hold them wide open. Her pussy smelled sweet and her labia and clit were larger than either of her daughter’s, I watched her genitals engorge with blood and slowly grip the dildo. A good sign I thought. Biding the girls to stretch their mother’s legs up and back, nearly folding her in two, I then inserted the other dildo up her arse. She didn’t like that, she didn’t like it one bit to judge by the squealing. But that didn’t matter, she wasn’t supposed to.

Next Maria tied her mother’s arms and legs, spread eagle, to the four bedposts and set her head so that she had no choice but to look at me. Then she and Debbie got on their knees, my cock was only inches from their lips, it twitched in time to the rushing beat of my pulse, a single drop of precum crowning it’s swollen head. “Your daughters are going to show you how I like my cock sucked.” I told her. “Begin sucking!” I commanded and so they did.

First each girl took a turn licking my cock from the balls and shaft up to the head, then they licked it together until it glistened with their saliva. After that they took turns feeding it to each other. One would work the head vigorously with her mouth and tongue. While the other wanked the shaft slowly, pulling my foreskin way back till it almost hurt and then holding it there on the threshold between pain and pleasure. This made Evon cry. She didn’t like to watch her precious daughters act like cum sluts, it shocked her to behold such debauchery. I saw this in her face and it pleased me. Occasionally, just to break the rhythm of their pleasuring, one of them would suddenly deep throat my cock. Taking it all the way down and then letting it rest clasped tight in her bulging little mouth.

I let this continue for some time, certainly until long after the girl’s enthusiasm for the task had gone. Then I looked at Evon and said, “Now it’s your turn.” I straddle her chest, taking her head by the hair and shaking it, whilst slapping her about the face until her eyes welled with tears. She wailed at the prospect of what was going to happen and pleaded with Debbie and Maria to help her. But they were no longer hers to command. At my instruction Debbie took position on the right and Maria on the left. They removed the bag, allowing Evon to gulp in some much needed air, and each grasped a dildo. Then they began to roughly work them in and out of their mother’s pussy and arse in time with each other. With their other hands they each played with one of her big, brown, erect nipples. Their purpose was to force their mother to orgasm against her will. Mine was to fuck her face clean off.

I showed no mercy, it was my way. I thrust my rock hard prick into her mouth and felt her trying to resist the penetration with her tongue. I kept her fighting like this for a long time, enjoying the sensation of torment. Then, when her resistance began to weaken, I rammed it home straight down her throat in one go and began a savage pumping of her face. Holding her head in my two hands. “You fucking dirty whore!” I intoned, each thrust yielding a slopping sound. “Crying won’t get the cock out your mouth little girl. Only when daddy has pumped all his filthy spunk down your throat and into your belly will that happen!” Evon just struggled to contain my cock in her throat. I made sure she gagged hard and often upon it.

“I don’t believe it!” exclaimed Maria “Mummy’s pussy is getting wet, look!. She is a bad slag and must be punished!”

“Yes, punish her!” chimed in Debbie

I needed no further encouragement and redoubled my efforts. Sweat beading on my brow as I controlled the face of the beautiful Evon and pounded it with my 7” bone. Debbie and Maria also increased the pace of their stimulation, frantically pumping the dildos in and out of their mother. Then it happened. Without warning, as if a dam had burst, Evon arched her back and screamed around my cock as it plunged in and out of her throat. She was having an orgasm and a powerful one at that! The potency of her cumming electrified my prick. I saw that her daughters had left off her nipples and were masturbating themselves furiously. Emitting little pants and groans as they did so.

Suddenly I too let fly my muck and came like a Trojan. It was as if the head of my cock had exploded. My whole prick and balls pulsed with each shot of hot, creamy spunk that I shot down Evon’s throat. She coughed it back up around my shaft and it dribbled down her chin. I just kept pumping, working it all back in and adding fresh loads for her to deal with. Finally the girls sank to their knees, sweating, their orgasms spent. I rolled off Evon and removed my flaccid penis from her mouth. She turned her head and vomited spunk onto the bed sheets.

The raw animal power of the situation overwhelmed me. I felt like a beast and now I wanted to fuck like one to. “Turn your mother over onto her belly.” I told the girls. They untied her bindings and did as they were told, then they replaced the straps. “Remove the dildos!” I commanded and it was done. Evon quivered, her throat punishment having made her docile and less inclined to fight back. I made the girls play with my dick until it was hard again and then made them help me insert it into their mother’s arse. Evon stiffened as my cock head went in, it was obvious she was in pain from just this minor penetration. I eased down on top of her and arched my backside, so as to be ready to stick it in real deep. Then I put an arm about her neck and squeezed.

Pleasingly, she began to choke almost immediately. That was the moment I chose to begin the reaming. I hammered her firm round arse sending my cock deep up inside her rectum. At the same time my iron grip throttled her. Leaving her too busy fighting for air to resist the anal assault. Clearly she had never been taken up the arse before. For me it was a joy, for her, it was very unpleasant indeed. She squirmed and let out plaintive cries for help, but I nailed her hard and fast, until the slapping of my groin against her butt cheeks was clearly audible.

Having stretched out her glorious arse I popped out my prick and inserted it into her cunt. She was warm and very wet and she gripped me like a hand with her tight fanny muscles. As I pumped her pussy I began a regime of squeezing her throat very hard to completely cut off her oxygen flow. Keeping her like that until she thrashed about in agony and fear, then letting go so that she could suck in lung fulls of air. By these means I made her dance beneath me, half struggling to try and stop me from hurting her and half fighting for enough air to stay conscious. This heightened my pleasure no end, it was exactly the response I was hoping for. Gradually, she began to succumb to my dominance and the trauma of the rape. When all resistance had ceased I let her breathe normally again and took turns thrusting my cock hard into her cunt and then into her arse. Alternating as I saw fit. All Evon did was cry softly into a pillow.

The final act was supreme. I got Evon up onto all fours and stood behind her to do it doggy style. Debbie wormed in between our legs, while Maria laid her head on her mother’s back so she could see my penis sliding in and out. In this position I could put my dick in Debbie or Maria’s mouth. Or in their mother’s cunt and arse. And I did not hesitate to do so. Both Debbie and Maria got plenty of arse to mouth and cunt to mouth action. They eagerly lapped their mother’s juices from my cock and I never tired of plunging it in Evon’s cunt or arse so as to get more for them to eat.

We kept this up for some time. The girls made sure their mother’s nipples were well serviced and they took turns teasing, with their fingers, whichever hole my dick was not in. Evon began to cum for a second time, incapable of resisting this sexual assault upon her genitals. I moved my prick alternately from Maria’s mouth to Debbie’s, letting them suck upon me as they forced their mother to have another orgasm. Eventually I could feel the spunk beginning to boil in my balls. So I spun Evon around to face me, still on all fours, and put my cock into her mouth. She took it without resistance and began to pleasure the head with her tongue. Debbie and Maria took hold of my shaft and began to wank me off into their mother’s mouth as she sucked.

When I came I pulled out of Evon’s mouth and let her daughters shotgun my cum over her pretty face. She closed her eyes and screwed up her face in disgust. That only made me cum harder. The girls milked my cock expertly making sure all the spunk had been pumped out of my balls. Only then did I let them lick my cum off their mother’s face.

Afterwards, I forced Evon to lick her daughter’s genitals clean. She almost seemed to relish the task in her broken state and lingered at their sweet young pussies long enough to make them cum. They then in turn lapped up my spunk from out of every orifice on their mother’s body. Repaying her in kind for the treatment she had given them. I just stood and watched, my cock in my hand, masturbating.

That was the moment Evon’s husband (Debbie and Maria’s stepfather) chose to come home from his late shift at work. He threw open the door and beheld the bare flesh on display. “What the fuck is going on here!” he exclaimed and not without good reason…



Ordeal of the Office Girl



I had only met her once, her name was Julia. She was on day release from university at the office where my wife worked. A bright young thing, she was about 5ft tall, slim build, with small pert breasts and long blond hair. When I met her my cock went hard as a broom handle and I knew I had to have her, one way or the another. I mentioned my desire to defile her girl-flesh to Mary my wife during our love making. It turned her on no end to hear me talk of raping a women, while I pumped her pussy hard with my 7” dick. But I never realised how strong this fantasy was between us until last week. I was just sat watching my favourite porn vid when Mary said

“Do you remember Julia? Andy’s wife, I introduced you to each other at the office party last Christmas?”

“Yes I do.” I replied “What of it?”

“She’s coming round shortly to bring back the scarf that she borrowed, you know, the blue tartan one you hate me wearing.”

“And?” I asked short temperedly

“And I wondered if you’d like to rape her while I help? You know have we’ve always fantasised about it when we fuck. I want to make it a reality!”

I was struck dumb for more than a moment, but my hard throbbing cock had already begun to sway my thought processes. I made up my mind as Julia’s car pulled up onto our drive. I would fulfil the twisted dreams of my wife. Meekly therefore, I nodded my approval to her suggestion and felt my cock twitch into life at the thought of it.

“Good.” she replied “I have it all worked out.” Then she went to answer the doorbell.

I heard the two of them exchange greetings on the doorstep then Julia, followed by Mary, walked into the living room. I was about to say hi, when suddenly, Mary lunged at Julia from behind. She twisted both her arms up behind her back, whipped out a pair of handcuffs from the back pocket of her jeans and secured Julia’s hands behind her back.

“What the fuck is going on! Stop it!” Yelled Julia in a startled voice.

I could already feel pre-cum oozing out of my cock at the sight of this bound lovely and then a red mist descended over my eyes. I stepped forward and punched the little slut square in the belly. Knocking the wind of her. She fell forward onto her knees gasping in pain. Mary grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head back and up. Julia mewled.

“One more outburst like that bitch and you will never walk out of here alive!” She hissed as she tied the returned scarf around Julia’s windpipe. Then she turned to me and said “Get your clothes off and your cock out it’s time to have some fun.”

I did as I was told and, while I undressed myself, Mary tore off Julia’s clothes with a gusto and put a strip of tape over her mouth as a gag. Julia only whimpered as she was revealed naked to my eyes for the first time. Her tits were small but perfectly formed with big bud like nipples that were already erect. Mary had noticed this and began to play with them. Julia squirmed in discomfort, her eyes welled with tears and her mascara began to run. As for her bush, it was furry, blonde and neatly trimmed. I could see her labia slightly protruding through the tuft.

“Oh poor little baby. I shall give you a proper reason to cry.” Said Mary. Then she began a vicious series of open handed slaps about Julia’s pretty young face. Julia began to openly sob at the beating she endured; the slaps stung like bee stings. Seeing this Mary grabbed the two ends of the scarf and pulled them tight about Julia’s neck. Then she reached down and began to masturbate the captive girl most vigorously. Julia couldn’t breath, her eyes bulged and she strained against the handcuffs trying to get free. What little air was in her lungs was mostly spent screaming into the gag.

After ten seconds of this treatment Julia looked panic stricken. “That’s it.” Said Mary rubbing the girl’s clit furiously “She’s starting to get wet now.” And so saying she thrust three fingers roughly into Julia’s cunt and began to finger fuck her in a most lewd and gratuitous manner.

After another ten seconds of this treatment Julia began to twitch involuntarily. Her lungs burned like fire and she was deeply humiliated at how wet Mary’s finger fucking was making her. She fell to the floor weak from lack of air and about to pass out. Mary jerked her fingers out of Julia’s pussy, licked the cunt juice off them and then pulled the two ends of the scarf just one more time. Julia’s eyes rolled into the back of her head. That was the moment Mary had been waiting for, deftly and with great speed she untied the knot around Julia’s throat. Air and life choked their way back into girl’s limp body.

“Now it’s your turn darling.” Said Mary beckoning me forward while licking her lips at the site of my raging hard on. She dragged Julia to her knees again and ripped off the tape over her mouth. “Well now slut.” She said “You’ve had a taste of what I like to do to you, so unless you want worse you will obey me to the letter understand?”

Julia gasped in great breaths of air, tears mingled with snot about her face but she just nodded.

“Good, I like a little slag that knows her place and you are a slag aren’t you?” Mary did not wait for a reply “All slags suck cock right? So suck his cock, whore!” Grabbing my cock, Mary forced open Julia’s reluctant jaw and guided me into her warm wet mouth. Then she moved behind her and took hold of her head with both hands. “You stand perfectly still and don’t make a sound. This dirty cum slut is going to do all the work.” She told me, I simply nodded desperately hoping I wouldn’t spoil the moment by blowing my load too soon.

Mary began slowly pushing and pulling Julia’s head up and down on my 7” long dick. Gradually quickening the pace over time. She was instructed to tongue my cock head as this took place. The sight of my fully clothed wife forcing a naked college girl to suck my cock made me shake with adrenaline and sexual desire. I fought to remain still as I had been instructed to do. Mary had got Julia into a steady sucking rhythm, her cherry red lip stick was smeared over my shaft. “Now you keep that up until I return.” She told her “I’m just going to get something from upstairs.”

I knew very well what it was. In moments Mary reappeared with her favourite dildo and a tube of KY jelly. The dildo was 10” long and tapered so that the more you shoved it in the wider it stretched the hole. She greased it up then knelt behind Julia and placed the tip of the dildo against her anus. With her other hand she took a firm grip on Julia’s hair and quickened the pace of her sucking. Julia mumbled something in protest when she realised what was about to happen, but Mary thrust her hard onto my cock and impaled her throat on my rock solid shaft. Julia gagged hard then emitted a muffled scream and Mary used the distraction to work the dildo up her arse. She was relentless and thrust it all the way in.

“Push your cock down her throat further! There’s an inch still sticking out man!” She bellowed “And take control of her head I’m going to work her pussy.” I did as I was told and took control of the struggling Julia.

Now that I had my chance I began to pump the little bitch in the mouth real hard. I had her by the hair and after each thrust from my cock violently rammed her head backwards, so I jerked it forward again using that. From below me I could hear the hum of the dildo that Mary had stuffed way up inside Julia’s arse. Meanwhile she was finger fucking the shit of Julia’s cunt from behind, clearly enjoying herself. From the look on Julia’s face it was obvious she had never been taken in all three holes at once before.

“Time to make her cum.” Ordered Mary “Hold her by the back of the head and force your cock all the way down her throat again, when you have it all in keep her in that position.” I was grateful for the rest, I was sweating heavily from my exertions and near to cumming. It took a minute to stuff my cock all the way down that young throat again. Julia breathed rapidly through her nose, her mouth full with cock. My balls rested on her chin and though she tried to break away from my hold, it was to no avail.

Mary stuck a clothes peg on the Julia’s nose to impede her breathing. Keeping her other hand working the girl’s cunt as she did so. Then she began fucking her arse hard with the big dildo, sliding it out to the very tip then thrusting it back up to the hilt. Unable to breath properly and unable to control her body from responding to the enforced stimulation, Julia began to shake violently. “That’s it!” Yelled Mary “She’s gonna cum, here we go!” Humiliated and raped though she was, Julia began cum hard. She ground her cunt against Mary fingers and let out stifled moans from around the edges of my cock. She was visibly upset at this defilement. “Now pump her throat fast and deep, shoot your muck into her belly!” Said Mary. Delighted to be allowed to relieve the considerable pressure in my bollocks I did as I was told.

When I came I felt like the end of my knob had literally blown off. Julia’s eyes widened as she fought to swallow my cum. I felt like it was gushing into her by the pint. As I thrust out my final few vinegar strokes I actually pumped spunk out of the edges of Julia’s mouth there was so much of it. But finally, and with some reluctance, I withdrew my sated member. Mary took the peg off Julia’s nose and began a more gentle rubbing of her pussy. My softening shaft glistened with the mix of saliva and cum that ran down it. The white fluid began to drip from my cock head. Julia was ordered to lick me clean, the whore did as she was told.

“Now it is time for the final humiliation.” Said Mary “Lie down bitch!” She commanded. Julia lay down, shifting her weight to try and get the dildo (that was still up her arse and buzzing away) into a more comfortable position. Mary removed her clothes, her panties were wet and her nipples stood out as if they might burst in delight. She straddled Julia’s head and lowered her cunt over the girl’s face. “There, there precious.” She said as she ground her wet pussy over Julia’s head, paying special attention to rubbing her clit on the girl’s nose. I began to wank off steadily at this sight and within seconds I was hard again and good to go.

“Get the other dildo from upstairs and stick it in her cunt.” I was told, so this I duly did. It was small, about 6” long, but it vibrated like hell. Mary liked it up her arse when I used it on her and Julia squirmed mightily when I pushed it forcibly all the way into her pussy. Her whole pelvic region was vibrating by the time I finished and low moans escaped from between Mary’s legs, indicating that Julia was building for another orgasm. “Now get behind me and fuck me up the arse right over this cunt’s face.” Said Mary. Again I duly did as I was told.

My wife’s arse is sweet and tight, I love fucking her up there, so I pumped and thrust for all I was worth. She was on all fours grinding her pussy over Julia’s face, who in turn fought for breath as she tried to get enough air into her lungs to cum. I knew Mary was deliberately restricting her air-flow by raising and lowering her cunt on and off Julia’s mouth and nose. The sense of control and power that I felt right at that moment overwhelmed me. I felt like a god. Especially as every so often I would pull my cock out of Mary’s arse and force it down Julia’s throat.

We kept this action up for some time, my cock going arse to mouth and back again. Until suddenly I felt Mary tense up, begin to tremble and clench her buttocks. Her body was preparing for an impending orgasm. I picked up the scarf from the floor and wrapped it about her neck. “Your turn slut.” I said as I pulled it tight, slowly cutting off her oxygen supply. She in turn lowered her pussy over Julia’s face and began to smother her. Julia began to writhe, Mary let out choking and gasping sounds, but continued to pump Julia’s face as my engorged cock hammered her rectum.

Then suddenly Mary began to cum with great intensity. Julia was frantic for air beneath the suffocating wetness of Mary’s cunt. I had my cock jammed up her arse with my balls slapping Julia on the tits. I pulled on the scarf for all I was worth. Mary’s face flushed and she began to jerk spasmodically as her oxygen starved orgasm exploded within her. She clawed at the scarf about her neck pleading with me to let it go. But I didn’t. Mary couldn’t take any more torture, she convulsed as orgasm built upon orgasm and finally, with a restricted scream screeching from her lips, she jetted out stream after stream of hot, slimy girl-cum all over Julia’s face and into her mouth. Suffice to say, Julia was distraught at this drowning. However, I knew my task was complete so I quickly undid the scarf. Mary almost retched in her desperation for air and she rolled off my cock, and Julia’s face, onto the floor. Where she lay on her back coughing. I could see her clit pulsing with little after-shock orgasms.

After a couple of moments, when Mary got her breath back, she took me by the dick and began to give me a handjob over Julia’s face. Julia was so exhausted by her ordeal that she just lay there crying. This turned me on immensely. Mary was an expert with her fingers and she kept bringing me to the point of cumming and then backing off. Each time I thought I was going to get to squirt my hot jizz over the crying Julia I was denied, until I could stand it no longer.

“Please make me cum Mary.” I pleaded “Please! I must defile this whore one last time.” Mary licked her lips and began a steady pumping of my cock. I felt cum well up into it’s shaft and begin to travel froward. I grasped Julia by her hair and pulled her face to me, Mary gave one last pump and then pulled my foreskin back as far as it would go, until it began to hurt. I felt her finger press itself against my anus. Then my cock erupted with hot spunk and as it did Mary jammed her finger into my arse and fucked my tight hole. She pumped my cock till every last drop had spattered onto Julia’s face and hair and still she pistoned my cock. I felt queasy I wanted to pull away, till suddenly she touched something inside my rectum and yanked hard on my cock. I came again and then collapsed on the floor exhausted.

Quite how and when Julia escaped I could not be sure. I passed out after my last orgasm and awoke to find a police man stood over me. Strangely, Mary was nowhere to be seen…