0 comments/ 29013 views/ 4 favorites A Strange Advert By: Lion24655 Chapter 1 It had seemed a strange advert. Not even in one of the pornographic magazines - it was in the local newspaper "personals" column. "Couples: We can help you have the experience of a lifetime. Would you like to get roped in to something magical? You are bound to enjoy it. For more details, phone..." And it gave a local number. It wasn't that Tim and Julie were not getting on, but they had been together for 20 years, and everything was a bit "samey". They had their routines for work. Tim left at 8.00am every morning for the government office, did the same sort of work, went home, got home for six, ate, watched the telly... And there was the prospect that for the rest of his life that was how it was going to be - he had reached the limits of his promotion, and now there was little else new. Tim wasn't unhappy. Weekends could be fun. Barbeques, friends. Take in a game. Holidays were always there to look forward to. But now at 44 he was at the age where middle age had taken over. Or rather, as he thought, swamped him. For Julie it was the same. Married from the age of 19, she had blossomed into a beautiful woman, and now at 39 she should be at the peak of life. She was slim, tall, long dark hair. She could make people look at her but she wasn't interested in straying - she was crazy about Tim. But somehow the middle age had taken her over as well. A receptionist in an optician, there was little new to look forward to. Julie also enjoyed the holidays, the weekends, but she felt like Tim - there should be more. Julie had picked up the paper to read - it was Saturday morning and Tim had gone to the shops to pick up some timber for the kennel he was making. Julie normally skipped the ads, but this time it was different - someone had ringed one - it looked like Tim's hand. She stopped to read it - read the advert: "Couple..." Why should Tim ring that? Julie read on through the paper, but several times returned to the ad. It didn't seem to say anything. She couldn't make sense of what it was about. Couldn't think what they might be offering. She would ask Tim... Just that moment the door opened and Tim walked in. He put the timber in the garage, put the coffee-maker on and made both of them a coffee while Julie kept her head in the paper. At last she looked up. "Honey", she spoke in her normal uncharged voice. "What did you ring this ad for?" She pointed at the ad in the paper. Tim didn't look shifty, or uncertain - just his normal self as he replied: "Dunno. Just saw it there. Wondered if you knew what it was." For the next ten minutes they chatted, neither having any clue. They had all sorts of guesses - rock-climbing? Gliding? Learning to be a magician? Neither could work it out. At last Tim suggested: "I suppose I could phone them. You know, withold my number, find out a bit more..." "No..." Julie was equally matter-of-fact. "You've got the Kennel to build, we've got the supermarket. Barbeque at Sue's this evening. Round at Kelly's baby-sitting tomorrow. Kelly was Tim and Julie's daughter - 19 - who worked weekends, living in her own flat with her 6 month old son..." Suddenly something clicked in Tim as he heard the litany of his weekend. "Is that all there is...?" Julie was resolutely cheerful. Somehow she knew what Tim meant, but they had to do it so they had to get on with it - no use moaning. It was later that evening that the conversation returned to the advert, after they were home from the Barbeque. It was Tim who raised the subject. "I phoned that ad." Julie looked at him scornfully: "You shouldn't have done that." But Julie was intrigued. "So what did they say?" Tim paused. He obviously couldn't say what they said on the phone. It was a friendly woman's voice who had been on the other end of the phone. Tim hesitated before replying: "They specialise in organising, err..." Tim struggled to find the right words. "...unique family parties." He daren't use the word they used - orgies. Julie didn't pick up that there might be something more as she replied casually. "Like what? What sort of things?" Again Tim hesitated before replying. "Well, they don't give a specific theme at this stage. They talk to us to see the sort of things we are interested in, talk to other members of the family. Put a plan together and make it happen. They reckon it is a surprise because they don't tell us what it is to be - we have to just experience it." Julie frowned. "That's all a bit vague." Tim spoke again. "I know, but the lady I spoke to seemed very nice, but emphasised that it was special, and that we had to accept the surprise party they would give us. Um..." again Tim paused before finishing "...they will charge us $1,000 for it!" Julie laughed. "You're mad!" The conversation changed and the advert was forgotten, so Tim thought. It was over their evening meal on the Monday that Julie mentioned it again. "I've got that birthday present - that cash from my parents - which they said I had to spend on something special, something for me to enjoy. We could use a thousand bucks of that." Julie said it in such a downbeat way that it took Tim a couple of minutes to realise what she was saying, what she was talking about. Now it was Tim who felt more reluctant. "No, you can't spend your money on a party for us..." He was surprised that Julie seemed so enthusiastic now as she continued. "Why not? There is no more joy than seeing my family enjoy themselves. It would be a great way of spending the money..." Two weeks later Tim had returned home from his appointment at the home of Barry - one of the couple who was offering the parties. His wife (he heard Barry call her Eileen) whom Tim met only briefly but had spoken to on the phone, had seemed really nice. Julie asked him a few questions, but Tim couldn't find the answers. He repeated some of the questions he had been asked - what Julie had been like, who at work and in the family would they like to invite. Some of the trivial questions he had forgotten. Some of the questions he was surprised at, but daren't repeat. Barry had asked him a bit about their sex-life, the exciting things they had done. But Tim was sure of one thing: "I think we should go through with it. I think we should have the party." He had been impressed by Barry and Eileen and felt they were doing a professional job. "If we want to, I have to phone him back tomorrow. If we say yes he'll then contact those people we've mentioned. Eileen will meet with you. They'll arrange it for about three weeks time at their house..." Julie felt out of her depth - things were moving faster than she reckoned for. "Well, whatever you think darling..." The next two weeks were strange. Julie had met with Eileen and had been surprised at some of the personal questions she had been asked. Surprised at how much probing Eileen had done into her personality, into her likes and dislikes. They must have chatted one evening for over two hours before Eileen left to go home. This time it was Julie who felt she couldn't say very much to Tim about what had happened. There were also other comments made by Julie's manager at work - about how he looked forward to seeing her at the party. Her step-father said he was surprised she was having that sort of party. She still didn't know what he meant. Somehow events took over, and Tim and Julie found themselves signing the contract for the party, paying the money over. The party was now like a tide which just swept them along... The party was organised for a Saturday, starting about 6 in the evening, going on to the early hours. Tim and Julie was pleased, but as the time got closer nerves took over them as well - constantly they asked each other about what was going to happen; neither had an answer... They had been told to arrive promptly, and knocked on the door at five to six. It was then, together that they realised...it was Julie who put it into words. "Barry and Eileen have done a lot of ordering us around." Before Tim could answer the door was open and Eileen was leading them inside. They entered the hallway, Barry coming to meet them from the kitchen. Barry commented: "Just getting some refreshments ready for later - you'll need them. Tim, why don't you come with me. Eileen will sort you out, Julie..." Before she realised what was happening Julie was being led away off one side of the hallway, Tim being led the other way to a room where there was a lot of noise and chatter, some voices he recognised. Tim entered the room to be greeted by about ten people he knew. Julie's stepfather Tom was there. As was her brother Pete and sister Rachel. There were the two opticians from where Julie worked - Brian and Mike, people that Tim liked immensely - real gentlemen. Kelly - their daughter was there. Joe and Michelle, their neighbours from two houses away - good friends. Tim spotted Paul and his wife Joan, their neighbours and still good friends from where they had lived before. Finally Tim greeted Tony, his best friend from work. It was clear Barry had known some of these people for some time. For the next twenty minutes they all chatted in a friendly cheerful way, although Tim noticed a slight edge to the atmosphere - people laughed more than they should sometimes. Winked occasionally to each other. No-one else seemed to notice. At last Barry came in and invited people to take their seats. It was then that Tim noticed the seating arrangement was a bit strange - there were armchairs and settees all seeming to face a wall with a curtain across. They sat on the chairs - but they were one short. It was only later that Tim realised this had been deliberate. The only one not to get a seat was Kelly. There was general banter, encouraging her to sit on her daddy's lap, until with a flamboyant gesture, declaring that "...if it's the only option..." she did, landing in his lap and squirming in a way that Tim felt was rather more personal than was appropriate. Kelly at 19 was developing into a very shapely young lady, with her long dark hair flowing over her shoulders, and Tim was certainly aware of how beautiful she was. However, Tim was quickly awakened from his thoughts by Barry, who had moved to the side of the wall they were looking at and pushed a button. The curtains pulled back, to reveal what was clearly a two-way mirror into the next room, although it took most of the people there a few moments to realise what it was. As they looked through the mirror, they realised the room was fairly sparsely furnished - two or three soft chairs. Two or three rather large cupboards. A single door to one side, double doors to the other. As the group took in the room, the double doors opened slowly. There was a bit of disturbance, and then it appeared - pushed in by Eileen, on castors... For Julie, the experience was rather different to Tim's. She was led from the hall way after she arrived, along a corridor to what at first sight looked rather like a gymnasium, or sports room, with all sorts of odd equipment. Eileen chatted to her naturally about the weather, the day, the weekend for a few minutes - Julie really liked this woman and felt she could trust her. She was "no-nonsense", business-like, but made you feel like she cared about you. It was because of the trust that she did what Eileen asked when she said "Okay Julie, Take off your clothes." Julie thought Eileen might have a special costume or dress for her, so she quickly removed the skirt and blouse she was wearing. She was a bit embarrassed, but she knew she still had a nice shape, and had on nice underwear - a pretty pale blue bra and panty set. "Now put these on." Eileen's voice had suddenly developed a demanding edge which was not lost on Julie. She handed Julie four leather straps with buckles, but padded on one side with felt. Julie looked shocked. She couldn't imagine what they were, or even where they went. "What are the for?" she asked hesitantly. Eileen's voice turned even more commanding, yet still Julie trusted her. "Put them on. One on each ankle, one on each wrist..." There was a long pause as Eileen looked deeply into Julie's eyes. In Julie's mind a picture was forming that she daren't imagine, that she couldn't believe. After a long pause she began to do as she was told, she put the straps around her ankles and then her wrists. Suddenly Eileen's voice had changed. "That's a good girl", she said, as if speaking to a favoured 6 year old. She continued in the same voice. "Come over here with me." Eileen led Julie to one of the pieces of equipment in the room, a large wooden frame that stood upright on a small platform that seemed to hover above the floor. Julie guessed there were castors under it. The surprise of what happened next stunned Julie to inertia, and to silence. Quickly Eileen had taken one of Julie's hands, and lifted it above her head and snapped a chain onto a metal ring on the wrist strap. Within seconds she had done the same with the other hand. "Please", said Julie, now with a hint of panic, "What are you doing, please let me go." Eileen wasn't listening - she had knelt by Julie's feet and snapped chains to the ankle bands Julie was wearing, pulling her feet wide apart. Julie was now spread-eagled in the frame, her hands chained to the two top corners, her ankles to the two bottom corners. It didn't hurt, and the padding under the leather stopped the straps rubbing her. She did suddenly feel very vulnerable, but still couldn't believe this was happening to her. She still had an inkling of trust in Eileen. "Please," she whispered, "Please let me go." Eileen replied, Julie surprised by what she said. Again, Eileen spoke in her motherly voice. "You've always wanted this, haven't you? That's why you answered our advert. And met me. And came here. And didn't fight me just now. You've always wanted this. I know..." For Julie, she was startled. Her mind processed what had happened. Her voice was almost inaudible as she whispered. "Yes, but I never knew I did..." Eileen walked to one of the cupboards and brought back a pair of scissors. She carefully cut Julie's bra straps so it fell to the ground. She did the same with the panties. Julie was suddenly naked. She had never been naked. In a sexual way. With anyone but Tim. Definitely not with a lady. Tied to this rack, naked, she suddenly wanted this. She knew she wouldn't be hurt. She wanted this so much. A corner of her mind asked: "What about Tim", but the thought was quickly gone. Julie watched as Eileen opened the double doors in the room, and felt very vulnerable as Eileen began to push the rack and Julie through the doors into the other room. A sparse room with a couple of soft chairs, a couple of large rooms and a huge mirror on one wall. Eileen stood the rig in front of the mirror so Julie could see herself tied to the frame, naked. At first she tried to hide her gaze from her own nakedness, predicament, but in the end couldn't avoid seeing herself... In the other room, everyone gasped as they saw Julie brought in, naked, tied to the rig. Tim was aghast. After a few moments stunned, unmoving, he tried to struggle to his feet. It was a struggle in vain, as Kelly still sat on him. She whispered to him: "Don't struggle, just watch..." It was clear that among the other people in the room there was a mixture of reactions. Some excited to see Julie tied and naked. Others shocked. Other's stunned. It was Barry who spoke. "Ladies and gentlemen, please relax and watch for a few minutes. In a while we'll take things to the next stage." Suddenly, crackling through on hidden speakers was Eileen's voice. It was clear there were hidden microphones in the next room, microphones that Julie was not aware of. "Julie, we're are going to take you to levels of pleasure you might not have experienced before..." The people in the second room watched as Eileen opened one of the cupboards and took out a box. She opened the box, took out a small object - they realised soon a small vibrator - and began to run the vibrator over Julie's body. At first Julie was tense, but as she let the vibrator tip rest on one of Julie's nipples they noticed the nipple go rigid, they heard Julie moan, they realised Julie was beginning to enjoy what was happening. It was clear most of the people in the room with Tim were enjoying watching as well. They watched as Eileen moved the vibrator to the other nipple, as she ran the vibrator over Julie's stomach, over her back. They watched as Julie suddenly thrust her thighs forward and squeeled - half in pleasure half in surprise. It was obvious to the people watching that Eileen had found Julie's ass, and had probed between the cheeks to find her asshole. It was clear that Julie was getting more and more turned on by what was happening to her as she was tied to the large frame. From the other side of the mirror they could also see Julie looking at herself in the giant mirror, half horrified, half excited by what she could see in the mirror. They could just make out the Vibrator coming forward and resting between the lips of Julie's pussy, something which had clearly hit the mark, as Julie's body squirmed with pleasure. They were fully away of when Eileen had slipped the vibrator right inside her, gently rotating it, as Julie began to moan out loud. Tim had never seen Julie like this before and while part of him was horrified, part of him was also incredibly excited, and part of his body was very aroused, - something not lost on his daughter Kelly still sat in his lap. Kelly whispered to him "Isn't she beautiful, daddy?" Tim thought she was - he had never seen her more beautiful. In the next room Julie was squirming as the vibrator played inside her, moaning louder, squirming more, her body gyrating on the vibrator. Eileen spoke to her in her friendly voice. "What do you want, honey?" With Julie there was no hesitation. "Please. Please, my clit, please, make me cum..." Eileen spoke again, this time in her more stern voice. "No. I don't think I will." The spectators saw her wink towards the mirror for their benefit. Julie was too lost in what was happening, her body squirming on the vibrator. Julie cried out. "Please. Please, I've got to cum, I've never felt anything like this. Please make me cum." "What will you do for me to make you cum?" Eileen was still teasing Julie. "Please, please anything, I'll do anything..." Eileen paused then spoke to her. "Well, perhaps you should let these people watch you..." At that moment Barry pushed another button and the wall with the two way mirror slid to one side, and 8 feet in front of the spectators was Julie, tied to the frame. There in front of Julie were people, people she recognised, watching... As she managed to take in who was there Eileen placed a finger on her clit and began to swirl. As much as Julie was horrified, the excitement, the vibrator, the effect on her clit, her arousal - it was far stronger... Julie's body writhed pleasure from the vibrator and the effect of Eileen's finger, and yes, she was scared to admit to herself, the thought of an audience, the embarrassment: the idea of liking the audience being there snuck into her mind and pushed her over the edge, suddenly she cried out in a long loud moan, her body wracked with spasm after spasm of pleasure, Julie held up by her bonds. It seemed like ages until her orgasm subsided. Her orgasm was replaced by the awful realisation - these people were watching her. Her stepfather. Brother. Work colleagues. Friends. And she saw Tim and Kelly - it was even worse. And cumming like that in front of women as well. The embarrassment was horrendous, and the realisation that there was absolutely nothing she could do to hide herself, tied as she was to the frame. Julie began to cry. It wasn't one of pain. Or sadness. She didn't know what it was. Perhaps it was just strong emotions. Humiliation. Pride she had put on a good show. She didn't know, she just cried, tears running down her cheeks. A Strange Advert Chapter 2 What happened next felt almost surreal. It was Barry who spoke. "Tim, deep down that was the beginning of what Julie has always wanted. But I know what you have always wanted. You have always wanted Kelly. Perhaps you ought to take her." Tim was startled as the whole spotlight was suddenly turned on him. "Kelly. No, I couldn't..." As he had started to reply he had heard Julie gasp. Almost as if being bound and humiliated was alright, in comparison to her daughter, her father... Tim was shocked when it was Kelly, still sitting in his lap, who responded, again using almost a little girl voice. "But you've always wanted me, haven't you daddy. You always wanted to take me to bed. You're just too nice to do it." She paused. "Well, now you can stop being so nice, take me..." Still Tim resisted. "No, I can't. I can't do it." Kelly taunted him all the more. "But daddy, you always enjoyed looking at my butt, haven't you." Her voice had taken on an air of sarcasm. "I've often seen you oggling my tits. I bet you've always wondered what I was like in bed. Bet you've often dreamed of being inside me." She paused "Daddy, I can feel you now under me, you're very stiff..." Still Tim was paralysed. "Please, no..." Kelly was remorseless, even in her little girl voice. "Do you never dream of having your cock inside me? Do you never wonder what my cunt would feel like wrapped around your cock? Do you never wonder what my cunt would taste like if you put your tongue inside me." Kelly was getting very good at the dramatic pauses. "Why, I bet often when you are fucking mummy you are dreaming of fucking me..." Kelly left the sentence hanging in the air, but something had pricked inside Tim. He responded immediately then regretted it just as quickly. "No," he almost shouted. "I dream of you fucking her. Of her fucking you. Watching you..." his voice trailed away. Everyone was watching him closely. He turned to look at Julie, still tied in the frame, but squirming. Tim almost coldly analysed what was happening to Julie. His mind told him clearly: she's not trying to escape, she's aroused again. It was Barry who broke the silence as he spoke quietly. "Tim, I think you had better fuck Kelly, here and now." Suddenly Tim had to. From the chair he got to his feet, holding Kelly in his arms. As he stood up he dropped Kelly onto her feet as well. He quickly pulled the t-shirt she was wearing over her head. He reached behind her and undid her bra which fell to the floor. He almost tore her Jeans open, pulled them to her ankles. Her panties followed quickly. He pushed her back into the chair where they had been sitting and pulled the Jeans and panties off her ankles. She lay back in the chair naked. For a moment Tim stopped and looked at her. She really was beautiful. Sexy. Naked. Tim ripped off his clothes, all of his clothes, as fast as he could. Quickly Tim fell to his knees, put his hands on Kelly's knees and pulled them apart, revealing to him, for the first time what he had always dreamed of having - Kelly's pussy. He looked, pondering the thought that had come to him. He now knew: yes, he had always wanted Kelly's pussy. He looked again and saw that her pussy was soaking. He had to taste. Tim leant forward and put his lips to her lips, mouth to pussy and tasted. It tasted so good. He let his tongue probe into her. He let his teeth gently nibble her lips. He flicked his tongue over her clit. As he did she moaned in pleasure. Suddenly this was all Tim wanted to do. His tongue entered her again, then flicked her clit again - each time making her moan more loudly, her body squirm more strongly. At last he let his tongue flick her clit three of four times, she was moaning, she cried out, her body shook violently, her hips thrust upwards, her legs were opening and closing, gripping and ungripping Tim's head. Tim thought it would never end, her orgasm was so strong, but at last she calmed down, at last her breathing eased, at last she opened her eyes. As she opened her eyes she look straight at Tim, and again broke into her little girl voice, this time without a hint of irony. "Daddy, that was wonderful, please fuck me now." All reluctance was now gone. Tim pulled Kelly forwards on the chair, then knelt between her legs. He put his cock to the lips of her pussy and thrust into her, entering her fully and easily in one thrust. Yes she was tight, but so wet that entering her had been easy. Again, Kelly spoke using the little girl voice. "Fuck me now, daddy. Fuck your daughter's cunt. Fill your daughter with your cum. Come on daddy, I've always wanted this as well..." Tim didn't need an invitation, but the invitation turned him on even further. He began to slide his cock in and out of her, faster and faster, knowing he couldn't hold out very long. He was moaning, thrusting and out faster and faster, about to cum, when Kelly suddenly barked at him. "Stop!" Surprised he did, but as he did could feel Kelly gripping and ungripping him with the muscles of her pussy. His mind told him - she is milking you. His mind told him he had never come across a woman who had so much power in those muscles. It felt so good, what his daughter was doing to him. Tim paused for a few seconds, but couldn't take any more. He pulled out, thrust back in and moaned out loud at the same time, pumping his come deep inside of her. Filling her. Again, he couldn't remember when he had cum as violently and as strongly as this moment. He seemed to pump for ever, but came back to reality after a few seconds, hugging Kelly and when he had caught his breath, sitting with her in the chair, both naked. It was one of those strange moments when everything stops for just a second, everyone wondering what next. Julie even took the moment to count the people in the room - seven men, 4 women. Plus herself. And Barry and Eileen. Then she smiled at the absurdity. She was tied up. Her husband and daughter naked, having just had sex. And somehow she didn't feel she minded. Perhaps it was the fact she could do nothing about it. That she was still tied up in the frame. Barry handed around a tray of drinks for everyone, and put a glass of wine to Julie's lips to allow her to drink a little. He then began what at first seemed a vague speech, but left Julie feeling more and more uneasy... "The thing is", he started, "is that Julie thinks she was horrified by seeing her husband make love to her daughter. She believes that if she hadn't been tied up she would have stepped in and stopped it. She believes that she doesn't have a sense of responsibility because of her bondage." He paused. "Is that true, Julie?" Barry paused but Julie felt she couldn't say anything. It was Barry who took up the moment. "So this is what is going to happen next. We are going to release Julie, and she is going to go over to Kelly, she is going to perform oral sex on her, and I'm sure get a good taste of her husband's cum, and then when they are ready, Kelly and Julie will get into a 69 and take each other to orgasm." He let the idea sink in. "What do you think of that Julie?" Before Julie could respond he began to undo the straps, and she let her arms fall, pulled her legs together. Almost like a robot, she found herself doing it. She did walk over the Kelly. She did kneel in front of her. She did perform oral sex on her. She did taste Tim's cum. It felt so totally unreal, like it was someone else. What was real for Julie was the crashing orgasm she had as she lay underneath Kelly, Kelly's tongue teasing and tormenting her clit, her own mouth glued to Kelly's pussy whose orgasm was just as forceful and noisy. As they came round they could hear the round of applause their "performance" was getting from the rest of the people in the room. The moment was surreal. Julie couldn't understand at what point she had lost all sense of decency, all sense of what was right, but she felt proud to be applauded. She was pleased they appreciated them. The word surreal came back to her again. Again it was Barry who took charge, in a relaxed way, as if nothing odd had happened at all. "You know, Julie," he spoke in a matter of fact way. "when we talked to all these men here" - his arm gestured to the others who were sat around still seemingly meekly in their chairs, although clearly aroused and excited by what they had already seen; "when we talked to them we asked them all who they would most like to take to bed apart from their wives. They all said: you. I suspect quite a few of them would probably say Kelly as well, now. You'll be pleased to know that is the rest of your evening. The two of you are going to be gangbanged by the rest of us men. In every hole." At first Julie simply accepted what was said as if it was inevitable, but the implications slowly dawned on her. "Every hole? But I've never...It'll hurt..." Again Barry spoke, in his matter-of-fact voice. "I think you will get used to it and like it." He words seemed final, and Julie resigned herself to...no, that was the wrong words. She wouldn't resign herself to it, she would embrace it... Barry turned to Tim. "We also asked these ladies who they would like to take to bed if it wasn't their husband. And do you know..." He paused for Dramatic effect. "Not one of them said you!!!!" Tim suddenly felt totally crest-fallen, before Barry continued. "One I think said a Mister Mel Gibson, whoever he might be. Another a Mister Thomas Cruise. I think one of them mentioned a Senor Orlando Bloom. One might even have mentioned Lemmy from Motorhead - I'm not sure! However..." Somehow the joke about the star broke the tension in the room, everyone was smiling, Tim enjoyed the joke against him. Barry continued. "But I do know, Tim, that we have only scratched the surface for you so far. We knew that Julie wanted the humiliation. Bondage. And even making love to her daughter. And we knew she wanted the gangbang and to be totally taken. She is getting that, and when it is finished she'll sleep here in our guest bedroom, with Kelly, and go home with you in the morning. We knew you wanted to watch them. And wanted Kelly. But perhaps you want so much more. Eileen and these four ladies are going to give you that over the coming hours. Will you please go with them?" Julie watched as Tim was led out of the room, back to the hall, and heard the small party going upstairs. She smiled. That probably ruled out two way mirrors! Before long Julie felt the men around her, the gang bang start. She was lain on her back, someone was in her - she looked up - the first man to take her was her step-father. The third man - Pete, her kid brother, rolled her onto a cushion raising her ass in the air. "So this is anal" she thought...It was about then that instinct, and lust and desire and arousal took over her completely. It was only later, lying in bed cuddled up naked with Kelly in the moments before sleep that she could reflect. She had enjoyed everything. She was very sore - both front and back, but felt totally satiated. Anal - different, but once she relaxed it made her feel totally taken over, it felt good. She had cum several times - they had made sure she did. She had sucked cocks, and liked it. And had swallowed every time - something she rarely did with Tim. Not that they had really allowed her any choice, but she would have anyway... Her mind returned to Tim. Tim the husband she adored and adored even more now. For some reason. Her last thought as she drifted off to sleep was about Tim. Tim - what was happening to Tim..." Chapter 3 Tim had been led out of the room by Eileen and followed by the three women who had been there. It was the first time he had the chance to thinking about these women. The thought that he was naked, they were fully dressed made his cock twitch, made him feel embarrassed that they might see it. He pondered the three women there. Julie's sister Rachel. Two years younger than Rachel, and beautiful, she was married to Mike who was often away on business, as he was at the moment. Tim was sure every man wanted to take his Wife's sister to bed - and he was no exception, but it was something that would and should always remain a fantasy... There was Joe's wife Michelle from two houses away - good friends. No-one would have put them that way around - It would always be Michelle's husband Joe. Michelle was formidable. A head-teacher at a school, perhaps 5 years older than Tim himself, she was a strong woman. She was a nice woman, the sort people would say was handsome, but she ruled her home as she ruled her school - with an iron rod. Joan was also there, a former neighbour, perhaps 10 years younger than Tim, the youngest there. She was much gentler as a person, very feminine, but you knew she could get whatever she wanted because of her sweetness and charm. She was very pretty, but Tim had never "lusted" after her or fantasized about her - somehow she had been much too "virginal" by nature. Her and Paul were madly in love and they too had been good neighbours before Tim and Julie had moved. Eileen led the way up the stairs and along a corridor to the room at the end. She opened the door and led them inside, turning on the light as she did so. She turned to the three ladies and gestured for them to sit in armchairs to one side of the room. It gave Tim chance to take in the room, as big as a medium-sized bedroom. It was carpeted, with five armchairs to one side, the armchairs the three ladies had sat in. To the other side of the door was a strange looking piece of equipment that Tim couldn't make sense of. There was clearly a seat in the middle of it but there was a stainless frame in front, and electronic equipment to the side. Eileen pointed to the seat and ordered: "Sit there." Tim didn't want to upset her. He sat. As soon as he did she reached for one of his arms and strapped to the equipment. He couldn't understand why he was allowing this, but he wanted to. And he didn't. His thinking was interrupted as his other arm was strapped to the equipment. He sat rather strangely - sitting upright with his hands out in front of him. Eileen explained both for Tim and the other three women who were clearly intrigued. "This bit of equipment is quite simple really. If I push this lever," she pushed it as she spoke, "then this happens." Tim found his arms twisted and pulled to the ground - her was forced to stand and bend over at the same time. Later when he thought about it he realised how incredibly simple the idea was - if you twist his arms he is forced into a position where he is standing but leaning over. Eileen continued. "And if I push the lever again, it allows him to sit down again." Everyone still looked puzzled so she explained some more. "This is how it all works. This electronic device is a lie detector." As she spoke she taped two wires to his chest. "What we are going to do is ask him questions. We're going to discover every dark corner of his mind. He will be able to hide nothing from us. But if he lies, I simply push the lever, he is forced into the second position and we punish him. I guess one hit on his ass with this paddle for each mistake will do. We'll take it in turns. It will be enough to make sure his answers are honest." Tim and the three ladies looked at the paddle which Eileen had produced from behind a chair, the ladies with a glint in their eyes, Tim with a realisation of horror. "Do we all understand the idea?" Asked Eileen simply? "You're welcome to paddle him as hard as you want when it is your turn." Eileen sat in one of the armchairs, Tim only a few feet away from the semi-circle of questioners. Eileen was in charge still. "Perhaps I should start with the questions, and then you chip in when you feel ready. Let's make sure we explore every dark corner of his mind. We've got a few hours if we need it." She turned to Tim and spoke lightly. "Well Tim, have you ever dreamt of making love to your wife's sister." For Tim the realisation of what was going to happen, what he was going to have to admit, terrified him. They were bound to find out things, things he didn't want to find out. And even this first question was embarrassing - his wife's sister sat directly in front of him. He stammered for a few moment, before mumbling "no, not really..." Unfortunately the machine give him away, the loud bleep was clear to everyone. Eileen pushed the lever. Tim found himself forced to his feet. Rachel was handed the paddle as Eileen said to her: "you first". Tim's cry of pain as the paddle connected with his ass was stifled, but not to the people in the room. It had stung. Sitting down, it stung again as he landed on the seat. For Tim, he had never experienced anything like this. His ass stung, horribly, gloriously, his cock was instantly stiff, something that didn't go un-noticed by the four ladies in the room. They asked Tim a few more questions and he again was paddled when they asked whether he would like to have anal sex with Rachel and he hesitated. This time it is was school mistress Michelle who wielded the paddle with a degree of ferocity. Again, Tim cried out in pain, again his cock felt even harder. The pain was funny - at first it was horrible, but as he fought it, as it faded, somehow the tingle of it affected his balls, his cock... For the next twenty minutes the questions came, so personal that they kept Tim aroused, but they were about fantasies, and he found he could cope with those questions. It was easy to admit to fantasies - or in this strange world he was now living in, easy, if exciting. This world was all about fantasies, fantasies were part of "normal" conversation in this world. He could even admit to fantasies about his mother in this bizarre world, and it seemed okay. The next "kick" came to his mind when he was suddenly asked about realities. It was Eileen who again changed the subject, who took the initiative. "Okay Tim, have you ever fucked anyone else apart from your wife since you've been married?" Tim gulped - he realised how different this was. Before was just fantasies, this was confession.. He paused, trying to get his breath under control, trying to stop his suddenly racing pulse, then said "No", quietly. There was no way Tim could try to con the lie detector. The machine, to Tim's ears, sounded like it was going to explode as it beeped. All four of the women smiled. It was Joan, the quietest and most feminine of the women who took the paddle. Tim smiled in relief, think that Joan would be gentle. How wrong he was - she showed sudden strength, the paddle made him scream out, left him gasping, for the first time left tears in his eyes. His body strained to fight the pain, suddenly all his control had gone. There was only the pain to fight. Until now he had managed to retain at least a little control of himself, but now, with the force of the paddle, even that had gone. He was oblivious to who was in the room, he squirmed, cried, moaned, until the fierce pain had subsided. It was later he realised it was probably a mixture of existing pain and extra pain... It was Joan who brought him back to awareness, as he was forced back onto his seat. "So Tim", she demanded to know, how many, who were they?" Tim mentioned someone he had met on a conference. Mentioned someone he had met at the gym. He mentioned someone he worked with. He hesitated. "I think there is one more, isn't there, Tim?" Demanded Joan. Tim paused, his mind weighing up between lying and whether he could face the paddle again. At last he gave way. He described how he had gone to Michelle's house, and found Michelle and Joe out. But their daughter had been home. 22, in a bikini, home from college, flirty - it had been too much for Tim and he had taken her to bed. She had been one hot girl. A Strange Advert Tim had been expecting the worse as he looked at Michelle. She was powerful and strong. She would be protective of her daughter. She would be angry... She wasn't. She was just matter-of fact. "I knew that girl was a slut, I bet she's had almost every man in the neighbourhood, and a lot more as well." Tim found the world becoming stranger and more bizarre. Now not only were fantasies common currency, so was past experiences. Part of Tim felt almost aloof from what was happening, perhaps still guarding something. His ass hurt, his cock was stiff and covered in pre-cum. As Eileen said they were almost finished, Tim wondered if they would make him cum in some way. At the thought of the end, Tim breathed a sigh of relief. It was his a mistake. Eileen picked it up immediately. "Wait. There's something more we haven't discovered yet." She thought, then spoke again. "I wonder, can't think what it is." Tim was suddenly worried. He was aware there was corner he didn't want them to enter, he didn't want to admit to anyone. He thought he might be able to get through this. "Perhaps we ought to ask him," said Michelle. It was Eileen who put the question. "What haven't we asked you about, that we should?" "Nothing" was clearly the wrong answer, and the machine thought so as well. Tim was suddenly forced to his feet and Rachel wielded the paddle. Tim screamed, it hurt, but he was coping with it. As he calmed down, Eileen put the question again. "What should we ask you about to find out more?" Tim thought about Rachel and paddle: he could cope with that. Again almost automatically he said "There isn't anything." Again the machine objected. As Joan picked up the paddle he remember how hard she had struck: "I'll tell, please don't, I'll tell you." "You will" said Joan as she cracked the paddle across Tim's ass, probably as hard has she had done it before. What happened next was strange. Tim screamed, the pain unbearable. But as he squirmed he felt himself being released from the chair, his arms set free. He was allowed to lie on the carpeted floor. His hands went to his ass, trying to massage the pain away. His squirming was almost obscene. He felt himself rolled onto his stomach and felt hands rubbing oil into his ass, soothing, cooling, reducing the awful pain. The mixture of oil, and hands and rubbing had the effect of making him even more aroused. He felt even more aroused as he felt fingers playing with his asshole, then a finger slipped inside of him. He knew now they were toying with him, doing this deliberately. It was Eileen's voice that interrupted his musings. She spoke surprisingly gently. "Okay, Tim, sit on one of these comfortable chairs." The four women helped Tim to a chair. Eileen continued. "Now then, Tim, tell us the final piece that you were hiding from us." Tim looked at them. Somehow even the part which he thought was his darkest secret was now currency for all these people to hear. He looked down as he spoke quietly and slowly. "I'm sorry Michelle. I'm sorry Joan. I've also, um," Tim hesitated. "Michelle, I, um, I seduced your Joe. And Joan, I took Paul as well." The room was silent, then Eileen began asking questions about how, when, what he did. Tim admitted all he had done. Sucked them off. Forced them to suck him off. Taken Joe anally. Somehow for Tim this had been the very darkest bit. To admit he had been with another man. Been with the husbands of two of the women here. For Tim, this was the depths. He knew both Michelle and Joan would hate him for that; he could see that from the strain on their faces, holding in their anger for the moment. It was Michelle who suddenly snapped. Although perhaps snapped wasn't the right word. Michelle burst into giggles, closely followed by Joan. Rachel and Eileen followed suit. They were laughing. Why were they laughing? At last it was Michelle who spoke. "Is that all?" she laughed again. "Don't you realise you didn't seduce them. We ordered them to go and seduce you. We know they are sissies. We run them. And part of making them even more subservient to us was ordering them to use their..." she paused, searching for the right words "...their feminine wiles to seduce you and make you think you had done it. Mind you, they both said you were hot. Strong. A real man. Not like them..." Tim's mind was even more confused. All of that darkness, such a big deal to him, and they knew that one all along, they had even made it happen. He had had his darkest secrets probed by this group of ladies, his darkest experiences revealed, had been punished by these four ladies, and even laughed at. As he sat naked being laughed at and stared at, he felt his humiliation was complete. His cock was almost exploding in hardness. In any other circumstances he would probably have leapt to his feet and grabbed one of them, but the paddle had even taken away his edge of strength for a moment. All he could do was hold his cock, squeeze it himself, rub it himself, which they were happy to let him do for the moment. It was Rachel who decided Tim should get the relief he so desperately needed. Eileen gave her permission, so she moved a dining chair in front of Tim, removed her shoe, and let the bottom of her dare foot rest on Tim's cock. She slowly began to twist her foot on his cock, pushing gently on him. For Tim it just felt so good. Tim moaned in pleasure, his hips thrusting involuntarily forward, until suddenly he felt his eyes sting, his head explode, his balls tense - his cock seemed to be pumping out endless fluid, spurting up his chest, twitching, emptying his balls in a seemingly endless orgasm. Of course it wasn't endless, but he seemed to pump more than he had ever pumped before, as Rachel's foot ground onto his cock. At last he stopped, came around, found himself being watched by the four women, his front covered with his cum. It took Tim several minutes to unwind and relax, and feel his strength draining away - a mixture of the orgasm and the battering his ass had taken - it was still bright red, it still stung painfully. At last Eileen took control again. I think we've had a long evening! So, Tim, we will give you one thing you wanted - you will spend the night with Rachel - you've always wanted to. In the morning we will re-unite you with Julie - I'm sure you will have a lot of catching up to do! Eileen led Tim and Rachel along a corridor, having helped him to his feet, and opened the door to a bedroom with a double bed and en-suite bathroom. Eileen showed them the room, then gave her final instructions: "Rachel, Tim may have had enough for a bit, and may just want to clean up and go to sleep. You need to be his friend and go with what he wants." Rachel smiled in agreement. Tim cleaned up, sat thinking for a while, making small talk with Rachel. He watched as she stripped - she really was a stunning as he thought she would be, but at that moment he was too tired and weary to make a move on her. They got into the bed, lay together in a "spoons" and Tim found himself dropping off to sleep. A sleep he couldn't resist... It was next morning before Tim and Rachel woke, and this time did make love, and yes, Rachel was as hot as he had expected. A few minutes later they were collected by Eileen and Barry and led into the dining room wearing dressing gowns. Julie was already there, and smiled broadly when they entered - somehow after the previous evening it seemed alright that the two people she loved most her - her sister and husband - should return together. They found it difficult to find words, but each took some breakfast at Eileen's bidding. It was Barry who spoke before anyone else could. "Tim, Julie, hope you enjoyed last night, hope you learnt a lot." They both smiled tentatively. "You need to talk to each other. Spend a lot of time together. We've arranged for you to go to a cottage for 3 or 4 days by the sea. You'll love it there. I'm sure you will enjoy it. Then when you get back in a week or two we'll see you again. And if you want to join in with us, and your friends you will be welcome to." Tim looked at Julie - suddenly he felt he adored her ever more, as she did him. And both felt they had a lot more to discover about each other. They left hand in hand...