0 comments/ 22185 views/ 5 favorites Megan's a Bitch Ch. 02 By: flamanch I guess it must have been around 10a.m., the sun had been up for a long time, though I couldn't be sure without being able to see the alarm clock. I was absolutely miserable. I had barely slept at all during the night, a combination of a sore arse, uncomfortable dildo shoved deep inside (although my arsehole itself no longer hurt), gagged and being tied spread-eagled on my bed. Oh yes, and at some point I'd lost control and had to take a piss. I was therefore lying in a large set of wet sheets. At some point in the night I'd also realised that I was hungry, having only eaten a sandwich at lunchtime. I could hear Megan moving around, first taking a shower, and then going downstairs. The smell of cooking bacon and eggs soon drifted upstairs, causing my stomach to rumble. Now Megan didn't normally eat a cooked breakfast, too interested in maintaining her perfect body, so I figured this was another little torture. By this point I had given up any hope of mercy from Megan, and was resigned to being her slave. I heard the doorbell ring, and then muffled voices. A few minutes later Megan entered the room. "Did you have a good night? Having second thoughts? Or have you come to realise that I own your arse? Oh, you cannot answer with that gag in your mouth. Well, in a minute I'm going to take the gag out, and then its going to get filled with something else. But first let me explain." giggled Megan. Megan spanked my arse, and new waves of pain rippled out, causing me to leap upwards on the bed. "I see that's still tender.......good to know that the bruising hasn't reduced the sensitivity" she gloated. The next thing I knew, Megan had pulled the dildo out of my arse, and then pushed it back down. I thought I'd gotten used to that invader, but apparently Megan had done sufficient damage that it still stung like a bastard. She kept up a slow fucking motion with the dildo. "You see fuckface, that's your new name by the way. I promised Rory a blowjob for his help in capturing you. Now, I'm not the sort of girl who goes around giving blow-jobs, and certainly not to pimple faced geeks like Rory. However, I don't need to, as I've got my own slave. When I looked up slave, it said a person with no choices in life, obligated to perform tasks at their masters bidding. "So that's you fuckface. I'm going to take you downstairs shortly, and you are going to give Rory a blowjob. What's more, you are going to swallow. Any questions? No. Good." All delivered in a matter of fact tone from Megan. Megan released my wrists, only to re-position them behind my back, handcuffing them in place. Even if I had wanted to fight her, my arms were so stiff and weak from being tied up overnight that she would have easily overpowered me. My ankles were then released and I was helped into a sitting position on the bed. "You disgusting fucker. I wondered what that smell was! You pissed yourself. Well, its your bed, and you are going to have to sleep in it." Megan snapped at me. "when we get downstairs I am going to take the gag out from your mouth. I want you to immediately get to work on Rory. Understand?" I nodded my head in the affirmative. When we walked into the living room, I could see Rory sat on the couch, butt naked except for a eye shade blindfolding him. Megan then approached Rory and whispering in his ear, wrapped a scarf around his head, covering his head from forehead to mouth. He certainly wouldn't be able to see what was happening. Megan purred, "Now Rory, isn't this kinky! Thanks so much for helping me with my fantasy. I'm going to suck your cock dry you gorgeous man!" At which point Rory's cock twitched into life, growing rapidly to its full size. Whilst not too long, it did appear to be quite thick. I was soon to get a much closer look, as Megan forced me to my knees between Rory's legs. Pulling the gag out she whispered, "Make it good!" I had only received a couple of blow jobs in my life, I'd just never seemed to get involved with women who liked them. So, I was going to have to base this on the porn movies I'd seen. I started by licking the bell end of his cock, which caused him to twitch, and pre-cum to start oozing out. Avoiding that for now, I licked up and down the shaft of his cock, including licking his balls. I was hoping to excite him enough that the actual BJ itself would be quick. Rory quickly changed that though, commanding me, "Stop licking my cock, and get your mouth around it. I want to feel you sucking me babe!" I knew that I had better comply, so moved my mouth over the end of his cock, getting the pre-cum on my tongue. The salty, slimy taste made me want to vomit. But I knew I had better control that reflex. I started a steady sucking and slowly lowered my head down his cock. Feeling the ridges of his cock sliding over my tongue, his head knocked the back of my throat, setting off my gag reflex. As I tried to pull away, the bastard actually held my head in place. Then started humping his cock in and out of my mouth. I had tears running down my face, and my gagging was in rhythm to his thrusts. "I'm going to cum, I'm going to dump my cum down your throat. I want you to swallow all my cum honey," moaned Rory. Shortly after I felt his cock swell and knew that any second I was going to be getting my first taste of cum. Then splat, the first spurt hit the back of my throat. He actually pulled out a bit, so the next spurt was all over my tongue. Ugh, it was horrible. Not that I got much time to think about it, as spurt after spurt landed in my mouth. With my head held in place, I couldn't have spit it out, even if I thought I could get away with it. Instead, I had to swallow. One of the hardest things I'd ever done. "Excellent boys, thank you so much," gloated Megan. Even Rory must have known that something was wrong, as I still had his cock in my mouth! "I have been recording this whole moment for posterity. Here let me show you." Megan pulled me around to face the T.V. and by that time Rory had pulled the scarf off his head and was gaping at me. "Pay attention to the T.V. screen boys," Megan instructed. We sat and watched the short performance of me giving Rory a blow job, ending with his voice saying, "I'm going to cum, I'm going to dump my cum down your throat." It was clever, as you never saw Rory's face, and you couldn't see that I was handcuffed. Rory snapped at Megan, "why have you done this? I helped you didn't I?" "Yes, you helped me, and I kept my promise. This is a little insurance to ensure you don't tell anyone about it. I really don't want my fun with fuckface here getting spoiled. Besides, from the sounds of things, you enjoyed that Blow job! So, I'm going to offer you an hour with fuckface here once a month, to use for your sexual gratification. Nobody will know, and I won't video any further visits. How does that sound?" Megan sounded like she was haggling over the price of a cup of coffee! "I thought I was going to see you naked." He whined. "I don't mind who sucks my cock, but I want some photos of you with your kit off." He haggled. I wanted to protest, I wasn't here to be haggled away, but then realised, my opinion wouldn't matter, and I'd likely get punished if I spoke up. Megan countered with "I'm not giving you photos, but I'll strip for you, the first time you fuck him in his arse." Rory's response was, "Get the Vaseline, then start getting your kit off!" Megan grinned evilly as she reinserted the ball-gag in my mouth, "my pleasure!" Rory grinned as his cock twitched into life again. How can someone get another erection so quickly I thought? I was pulled by Rory and Megan over to the end of the couch and then bent over. My face in the cushions, with my arms tied behind my back I couldn't get myself into a comfortable position. "No need for a condom Rory, he's clean. Besides, he's already tasted your cum, so why not fill his arse with your seed?" I felt Rory's cock at the entrance to my arse, he held it there, poised. I felt a piece of cloth land on my head, then another. I couldn't see a thing, but I guessed that Megan was stripping off her clothes. I then felt her weight on the sofa in front of me. "Go on, fuck him good. Use him. Give it to him good and hard!" Megan demanded of Rory. At that Rory slammed forward. I screamed into my gag, he was a lot wider than the dildo, and my arse was already in a poor state. He obviously had no experience with women, as he started a vigorous humping. I heard Megan moan, "Seeing you fuck him makes me so horny. Can you see my slit? I'm going to toss myself off whilst you get your rocks off." Rory was really sawing in and out of me. Slapping into my arse, I cold feel his hairy balls banging against my butt cheeks. This kid was just humping away, and taking far longer than he had for the blow job. I wasn't sure if I should be grateful about that or not. Megan pulled the clothes off my face and pulled herself down, so that my nose and mouth (well ball-gag) were pressed against her engorged and wet pussy. Even if I couldn't have seen the juices dripping down, I could smell how aroused she was. She proceeded to hump away against my face, liberally coating my nose and the gag in her juices. She had handfuls of my hair, and was using it to roughly pull herself up and down, and occasionally move my face side to side. The gag obviously had holes to breath through, as I was soon tasting her juices. The smell and taste of her pussy was actually making me horny! I couldn't believe this. What sort of pervert am I? I'm being fucked in the arse, and my step-daughter is humping my face, and I've got a boner! As Rory continued to hump me for all he was worth, I heard Megan cry out, and whilst that would have told me she had come, the dose of her juices which squirted into my mouth and up my nose was an even bigger indication. My cock was being rubbed back and for on the edge of the sofa, and I could feel my own orgasm building. I had never had much stamina, and I desperately tried to think of something to slow the impending orgasm. I did not want to cum like this, but it had been a long time since I last had a wank, and I could feel my heavy balls getting ready to spew their load. Rory suddenly gasped loudly and with one final shove forward, collapsed on my back. I was thankful that I hadn't cum, I was close, oh so close, but at least I hadn't ejaculated whilst being fucked in the arse. My relief was to be short lived. After Rory pulled out, Megan pulled my head up off the sofa saying, "Now be a good slave and clean Rory's cock for him, before he puts it back in his pants." I was confused as I clearly couldn't clean his cock whilst me hands were tied behind my back. As Megan turned me around, and started to force me to my knees I realised what she wanted me to do. She wanted me to lick him clean. I was going to protest but she laughed out, "Look Rory! Fuckface enjoyed that! Look at his cock, and he's oozing pre-cum." As she removed the ball-gag, I sank my face into Rory's crotch, simply to avoid looking into Megan's gloating face. A hand roughly pressing on my jaw to open my mouth quickly reminded me of my next task. As I sank ever further into my subservience to Megan, I took Rory's rancid cock into my mouth, tasting the detritus of my arse, Vaseline and Rory's spunk. It's a taste I was to grow used to, but one I would never learn to enjoy. Megan's a Bitch Ch. 03 The rest of the weekend passed relatively normally. I had gone to the bank with Megan and placed her on the account. She had then taken my visa card off me, and all of the money out of my wallet. In future, I would have to beg her for any money I needed. I cooked and cleaned, but to be honest, I had mostly done that in the past anyway. It felt as if last weekend was going to be a one off, and by Friday I had started to hope that maybe having unloaded her anger, that Megan was going to be easier to deal with. I couldn't have been any more wrong! "You need to phone into work today sick, you and I have some shopping to do before my friends come over this weekend," commanded Megan. She was dressed in a rock chick ensemble, with torn jeans with a studded leather belt, an iron maiden t-shirt, and her leather jacket. An hour later I found myself driving us up into London. I knew a parking garage close to the embankment where I could usually find a spot, even on a busy weekday. It was also close to Megan's desired destination of Soho. I spent the drive up wondering why we were heading into Soho, and on a Friday. Megan clearly knew where we were headed, as she navigated various side streets before stopping outside Collared. "I don't want to hear a peep out of you once we're inside. You answer any questions, but no comments, opinions, protests whatsoever! Am I clear?" Megan snarled at me, "You won't like the consequences if you annoy me!" I nodded my head, figuring that was safest. I had never been in a sex shop like this before. The place was huge, with different sections for toys, clothes, S&M gear, magazines and DVD's. I felt out of place, and wanted to just turn around and leave. Megan headed towards the S&M section, and I followed with my head down thinking "what the hell is she up to???" "I need a slave training harness, could you show me what you have available?" Megan asked the muscular shop assistant. "Oh, and I'll need a Jennings gag as well. I trust you stock those." I was desperately looking everywhere but at the assistant, who smirked at me in a most unsettling manner. But my wandering gaze only alarmed me further. I couldn't see any women, and worse, the porn on the T.V. showed a man getting fucked in his arse. My panicked gaze fell on the DVD's and magazine's. It only got worse, as the titles were all Gay. There were several racks of Boner, Big cocks and Butt Boys magazines. But the DVD's I could see all featured S&M activities for Gay men. Oh fuck, oh fuck, what has Megan got planned? I came out of my reverie as my head was manhandled by the shop assistant. Several leather straps were pulled on and tightened. He then pushed me to my knees, none to gently, where I found myself face to crotch with him. He connected the straps in front of my face to several now hanging from his belt. I could pull back and to the side a few inches, but basically, I had an eyeful of his crotch, which seemed to be getting bigger! "You can adjust the straps like this," he explained. This resulted in my head being pulled even closer to his clearly excited groin. "Once he's in, he cannot escape, and you can do whatever you want with him." After he released my head, we wandered around the store a little, although I still had the harness firmly attached to my head. Megan seemed to delight in every discovery, and we soon had nipple clamps, butt plugs, various lotions and lubes, even a spreader bar. Megan had tried lots of gear out on me, and I currently had my arms pulled up behind my back, tied to a leather posture collar. The assistant asked how much longer we were going to be, as he wanted to shut the shop for lunch. Megan gave me a wicked grin as she suggested, "I need to get some DVD's and magazines, could I browse those during your lunch break. Maybe fuckface here could entertain you whilst I did so?" Minutes later I found myself in the staff room, forced to my knees, the assistant quickly connected the harness, once again bringing face to crotch with him. "I want you to unzip my pants with your teeth, then use your mouth to give me a nice slow blowjob," he growled at me as he unbuttoned the top of his trousers. Pulling his zipper down with my mouth proved harder than I had imagined. I finally managed to get a good grip and pulled downwards. As his zip came undone, so his pants started to ease towards the floor. I was greeted by the sight of his engorged cock straining to get free. Then just as his pants finally slid free of his hips, his monstrous cock sprang forward, slapping me in the face. This guy must have been a porn star, his cock was at least 9 inches long and as thick as a baby's fist. My heart started beating faster, and a sheen of sweat dampened my brow. If he tried to fuck me with that thing, he'd surely kill me, and I could never fit that into my mouth! I tried to back away, to be stopped at the limit of the harness. I got a boot to my balls as well for my trouble. Pain roared through me to the pit of my stomach. I started to double over, only for my hair to be grabbed. "You're not going anywhere sweetheart, your mistress has given you to me for the hour, and I'm going to get my rocks off. First you'll blow me, and then I fancy a piece of that cute little arse of yours. Now get sucking and show me your cock sucking skills." He moaned breathlessly at me. As I moved my mouth towards his cock I realised the powerful smell that was coming off him. I could smell his manliness, and his arousal, as he had a big glob of pre-cum on his bell end already. The smell was bad enough, I really didn't want that thing in my mouth, but what choice did I have. I opened my mouth as wide as it would go and took his bell end inside. "I better not feel your teeth bitch, or I'll give you balls such a working over that they'll never work again!" I wasn't sure that would be possible, simply due to his girth. My jaw was straining to stay open, and I hadn't gotten to the thickest part of his shaft yet. I was less than half way down his cock before I felt the tip at my throat, panicked, I tried to pull back only to find my head immobile. He'd tightened the straps on the harness! "keeping going sweet cheeks, I want you to deep throat me!" I couldn't get any more in, my gag reflex was kicking in. "Breath through your nose, and you'll be fine," he instructed as he slid another inch down my throat. I was trapped there, on my knees with my arms bound and my head connected to this monsters cock. I fought for calm. I tried breathing through my nose as he had instructed. But none of it did any good. I was gagging and hating every second of this. "That feels so good!" He moaned. "Don't stop, I'm going to give you the final 3 inches," as he slid the last of his cock into my mouth. My face was now buried in his wiry crotch. His pubic hairs tickling my nose, and his big hairy balls were pressed against my chin. The more I choked on his thick, cloying cock, the more he moaned and groaned in pleasure. I could feel my saliva dripping down the side of my chin, and I desperately tried to adjust my jaws to make this easier. I felt him fumble with the straps on the harness and thought that he was finished with my mouth. I even got my mouth three quarters off his cock before he grabbed my head, and powerfully pulled me back down. He started to saw in and out of my mouth, with his cock sliding up and down my throat, his balls swinging wildly and smashing into my chin. This carried on for several long minutes, as he set a brutal pace in fucking my face. As he pulled my face off his cock, I could see long strands of saliva dripping off his engorged prick. The bell end was a bright purple colour and seemed to be straining to grow bigger. He pulled me up and then bent me over the kitchen table, before pulling my pants down. To my abject humiliation he found the pink lace panties that Megan had forced me to wear all week. Showing surprising tenderness, he stroked my cock through the panties, and I quickly found myself erect. "That was real good sucking honey. I'm going to help you enjoy the next part. Nobody can say that Stanley isn't a considerate lover," he whispered in my ear. With my 6" cock now straining against the fabric, he finally pulled my panties down. I felt him dribble some cold liquid along the crack of my arse, quickly followed by his digit exploring my backdoor. He gently eased his finger in and out, adding more lube. "Ok baby, now I'm going to give you the ride of your life. Feel free to moan and gasp, as Daddy's going to make babies with you," he moaned into my ear. I felt his cockhead press against my arsehole and gradually push inwards. I clenched for all I was worth. I did not want that monster invading my guts, but it did no good. He was easing steadily upwards, and the pain was growing . My sphincter was screaming at me, and I started to beg him to stop. Instead, he got a hold of my cock, in his lubed hand and started to wank me off. He would gently stroke my cock for 5 to 10 seconds and then stop for 15. This pattern soon had me focused on my cock, and I wanted to cum. He loosened his hand, and I found my hips involuntarily moving, trying to find his hand so that he could finish me off. Every time I found his hand, he would move it. Then pop! The pain in my sphincter erupted like a lightening bolt behind my eyes, before subsiding back down. He was fully inside me! As he started to slide the rest of his cock deep into my guts, he again loosely held my cock in his fist. I hadn't had an erection like this in years. I was so hard it hurt. Did that mean I was gay? This was my second erection in a week from getting boned in the arse! "Hump my fist!" He commanded. Despite the pain from his fucking me, I was so damned horny, I needed to cum. I started bucking my hips, willingly fucking his monster, and bringing him ever closer to ejaculation. He was clever, as despite my best attempts, I never got enough friction to actually take me over the edge. Instead, whenever I got close, he would loosen his fist, and I would come back from the edge. All the time, gyrating my hips as I brought him his pleasure. He started to hump me in sync with my gyrations, and the table started to grate across the floor underneath us. The scraping a curious counterpoint to our panting and moaning. I had lost all inhibitions by this point, and his cock rubbing my prostate just made me need to cum all the more. "I'm going to fill you guts with my seed," he moaned in my ear. "If you want to cum with Daddy, then I want you to beg for it." "Oh god," I moaned between gasps of breath, "please let me cum!" "You want to cum while I have my cock buried in your arse, boning you, with my cum boiling in my balls?" he teased. "Yes Daddy, I want to cum while you shoot your load into my guts, I want to be your little cum bucket!" I groaned. He tightened his grip on my cock, and I felt his cock grow bigger in my anal cavity. As his body went rigid from his own orgasm, I could feel his sperm boiling away in my guts. I desperately humped my hips against him, drawing all his juices out, whilst finally taking myself over the edge in the most intense orgasm I had ever had. We lay there panting for several minutes, before he pulled his semi-erect cock out of my arse. I could feel a rush of cum slide down my thigh as he did so. My arse didn't close, and the cool air felt such a strange sensation. "Now be a good boy, and clean your cum up from the floor," he instructed. Helping me down to my knees, I began to slurp my sperm up from the filthy kitchen floor. My mind was in turmoil I did so. Not only had I cum whilst being fucked in the arse, but I had willingly participated. I couldn't even pretend I hadn't enjoyed it, as I had! I consoled myself that it was more his stimulation of my cock rather than anything voluntary on my part. But I faced a stark reality, I was Bi now. There could be no going back. Minutes later I was out of the bondage gear and stood with Megan at the till, as she paid for the pile of purchases. "Was he any good?" she inquired. "Just as you had predicted. He couldn't handle the size of my cock in his throat, but he'll get used to that over time. When I fucked his arse, he was humping me wildly as he sought his own relief. You can bring him back anytime, and I'll finish his training. I suggest you get a chastity belt for him. That will keep him on edge and pliable to your plans." I stood there stunned, Megan had planned the whole thing! I now worried about the rest of the weekend. Megan's a Bitch Ch. 04 Just over 1 week ago I was a normal middle aged man. Whilst I would never rival Brad Pitt, I certainly am not ugly, and have received my share of appreciative glances from ladies. Widowed, I live with my step-daughter Megan, who really takes after her mother. Dark Black wavy hair which cascades to her shoulders, frames an elfine face, with strong cheekbones, and a luscious set of lips just made for kissing. She has a model slim body with legs that go on forever, a ripe pair of 36C breasts and an arse you could crack a walnut on. A week ago I wouldn't have dreamed of describing Megan in this way, but you see, my relationship with Megan has been changed forever. She is now my mistress and controls every aspect of my life. If the blackmail material she originally found wasn't enough, she now possesses plenty of video footage of me in humiliating situations. A week ago I would have been emphatic that I would never suck a cock, and certainly would never get boned in the arse. Now, I have to accept that Megan wants me bi-sexual, not for my gratification, but for hers. I've sucked cock, including straight from my own abused arse, and even cum whilst being buggered. All bad enough I reflected, but what did Megan have planned for today? On waking I made my way to the bathroom and applied the hair removal cream that Megan had bought yesterday. Applying it from my neck down, I carefully shaved my face, before applying the depilatory there as well. What started as a mild tingling feeling soon became a strong burning sensation, and the temptation to wash the cream off quickly was intense. The warning that my cock and balls would be systematically whipped though did its trick, and I resisted the temptation. Instead, I took the enema kit and filled the hot water bottle with luke-warm water and added a couple of tea-spoons of olive oil. The latter was something I'd read on the internet last night which claimed this reduced the side effects. My arse was still sore from yesterdays buggering by Stanley, a man with a cock at least twice the size of mine, and who had skilfully manipulated me into humping his monster in order to achieve my own orgasm. Maybe there is something about your prostate being massaged, as that had been the strongest orgasm of my life. Holding the enema in, I finally rinsed the depilatory cream from my body, before releasing the enema into the toilet. As instructed I followed this with a second enema, before putting on the pink frilly panties that Megan had set out for me to wear today. I then carefully put on the stockings, before finally attaching them to the garter belt. I was now ready for whatever Megan had planned. I waited nervously in my room for mid-day when I had been instructed to come downstairs. I heard the doorbell a few times and female voices, so I knew that the next phase of my humiliation was going to be very public. At the appointed time I stepped into the living room to be confronted by Megan and four other girls. "This is Fuckface everyone," Megan introduced me. "He has been told not to speak unless answering a direct question. As you can see, I have already started to exert my control over him, and today is your turn to enjoy his services. He has no say in what he does and will do exactly what you tell him to. Now assume the position Fuckface!" Megan commanded, and I knelt before her, arms behind my back. Megan proceeded to lace my arms into the binder which we had bought yesterday. Once they were laced in she attached the posture collar around my neck, before pulling my arms up uncomfortably behind my back, and attaching my wrists to the posture collar. I knew from yesterday that the initial discomfort would soon build into serious burning pain, and that I would be unable to move my arms an inch to relieve the cramping. "As you can see girls, Fuckface is now completely helpless. However, I have a few more tricks to ensure your pleasure filled day!" Megan explained as she picked up a jennings gag. "Now open wide," she coaxed. I obviously didn't open my mouth quickly enough, as Megan viciously pinched my nipple. My scream of outrage was all she needed to insert the gag into my mouth. She then fiddled with it before jacking my mouth open mercilessly. My jaws were painfully stretched further apart than I thought possible. Finally Megan picked up a medium sized butt-plug. This looked like it was made from glass and had several wires extending from it, and I could see some metal within. "I'm feeling generous today, so I'll give you a chance to lube it up yourself," she teased as she pushed the end into my mouth. I tried to work my tongue over it, but Megan was more interested in the humiliation of face-fucking me with the plug in front of her friends. "He's taken longer cocks than this before, but I doubt he's had anything quite this thick in his mouth previously. Or his arse, come to think of it. It should be an electrifying experience for him," she giggled. "Now bend over the coffee table so that we can get this fitted." She instructed. "who would like to do the honours?" "Oh yes, I want the pleasure," gasped the red-head eagerly. "I have always wanted to see a man take it up his shitter. Let me give it to the wanker!" "Off you go then Sandra," said Megan. "Maybe I should lend you my strap-on for your turn later!" As Sandra took the butt-plug from Megan, Megan pushed my head down onto the coffee table. "Girls, each of you has been invited for a specific reason. Your tastes, requirements or individualities are all part of the exciting mix I have planned for Fuckface today. You will all get the chance to have Fuckface as your own personal slave every Sunday for the next three months. I'll explain the rules and scoring to you shortly." My panties were pulled down and I felt the butt-plug touch my arsehole at this moment and despite all that had happened over the last week, clenched involuntarily. I should have known better, and it certainly wasn't going to prevent the inevitable, only make it that bit more painful. Sandra pushed, hard, and the butt-plug began its inexorable slide into my arse. The pain in my stretched sphincter muscle began to build. Then the forward movement slowed and stopped. I could hear Sandra grunting with effort behind me, and feel the pressure as she tried to force the butt-plug further up my arse. "Its no use," she moaned, "I simply cannot get it in any further." "You need to apply some more pressure," coaxed Megan, and then whispered something into Sandra's ear. The pressure on the butt-plug eased, and it started to slowly slide back out. Maybe they wouldn't be strong enough to insert it I thought. Wrong! I suddenly felt a massive jolt in my arse, and the butt-plug leapt forward. Giggles and gasps from the girls at this, "she kneed him in the arse!" gasped the goth. The second time Sandra's knee connected with the butt-plug it plunged into my arse-hole. I had that momentary stab of agony as the base pushed past my sphincter, and then I was clenching the invader inside me as the pain dropped dramatically. Sandra kneed me again, for good measure. "That's for resisting you fucker!" She hissed. "Now this is a special toy," explained Megan. "I hold in my hand the control unit. This dial will deliver a variable electric shock to Fuckface's arsehole." I trembled in anticipation, as I knew what was coming next. "At low levels, this will be a mild tingling sensation, and alongside his prostrate, will be provided stimulation. However, at higher levels this will turn into a painful surge of electricity. That should ensure he will do exactly as you instruct. Now, Liz you get to go first, so I'll show you to the bedroom. Someone pull Fuckface's panties up will you" I was hauled to my feet by my arms, which brought tears of pain to my eyes. We then proceeded upstairs. This gave me a chance to see Liz who I would be serving first. She was about 5ft 4, and a good 25 Kg's overweight. She had lank black hair, with a purple fringe, an acne scarred face and wore black skirt and t-shirt. Just for added effect, she had painted her finger and toe-nails black. She was certainly no looker, and she would be obese in a few years time. Megan Showed Liz how to use the training harness before loosely connecting it to me, forcing me to my knees at the foot of the bed as she did so. As Megan left the room Liz discarded her clothing. Naked she looked far worse than I had imagined. Her pudgy thighs framed a discordant mess of pubic hair. The girl had clearly never heard of a Brazilian, and certainly never trimmed her bush. As she shrugged her bra off I could see a mass of equally dense hair in her armpits. I also realised that she had a certain odour about her. She clearly wasn't a big fan of water! As she put on her end of the training harness, she calmly instructed me in what she wanted. "I want you to lick my pussy, but first, lick the insides of my thighs, get me warmed up. Then slowly tease my clit, before fucking my pussy with your tongue." Close up, I could smell the rankness of her, mixed with smell of her aroused cunt. No wonder this girl needed my services, no way would any boy ever go near her pussy. I doubt she had ever even been kissed even. " Do I need to turn your toy on?" She queried. I obviously needed to get started, as I did not fancy getting zapped by the plug up my arse. Trying to shut off my olfactory senses I dipped my head into her thighs and started to lick. Gently working first up one thigh, then slowly down the other. A purr of satisfaction greeted my effort, and I felt a hand gently grasp my hair as I continued my job. After a few minutes of this, Liz purred "now my pussy." I moved my head up, and felt her tighten the straps on the training harness. Clearly my work on her thighs was done. As I started to gently coax her clit from within her lips I heard a soft hissing sound. I couldn't see what was causing it, and after a brief halt to try to figure it out, continued my ministrations on her pussy. Having gently worked her clit into a taught beacon of intensity, I started to slowly work my tongue up and down her labia. Phhhhrrrrrtttttttt! There was no mistaking that sound this time. The bitch had farted while I was going down on her! As these thought flitted across my mind I was suddenly hit by the smell. God it was awful, like she had a dead skunk buried in her arse! I thought my eyeballs were going to melt out of my head. I desperately tried not to breath. I did not want any more of that in my lungs. Of course, I had forgotten that my mouth was jacked open, and the taste assaulting my tongue was even worse than the smell. Then the pain in my arse hit. "I didn't tell you to stop, now get licking," commanded Liz. "I would suggest that if you don't like my farts that you get a move on before the next one arrives. I had 6 pints and a vindaloo last night, and it needs to come out soon. So, your choice, get me off, or have a front row seat to the worlds stinkiest shit!" I needed no further motivation, and fighting down my gag sensation from the stench, got my tongue back out and set to licking her pussy with a gusto. A few minutes of that had a pussy gushing and she finally commanded me to start tongue fucking her. As I pushed my tongue as deeply as I could into her liquid pussy, she pulled my head forward, thrusting my nose against her clit and pulling my tongue deeper inside her. Her orgasm hit, and I could feel her pussy muscles clenching around my tongue, her thighs wrapped around my head, crushing my face into her rancid pussy. I started to find myself light headed from lack of oxygen as I just couldn't breath. She held me like that for at least a minute as her orgasm waned. I started to struggle desperately, afraid that this bitch was going to suffocate me. Then, just as she released me, and timed suspiciously well from my perspective, I heard the distinctive sound PPPPPPhhhhrrrrTTTTT. A low base filled fart. My lungs were screaming for oxygen, and as I inhaled deeply, instead I got a lung full of methane gas, courtesy of my gothic abuser. This was even worse than the first one, "Of my, that burned" she giggled breathlessly. "Keep taking deep breaths, I don't want to smell that one!" I wanted to vomit, and the urge to do so was powerful. Fortunately I felt the training harness being loosened. "If I win you, then I won't loosen the harness all day," she promised. "I like the idea of your face being in my pussy as I take a shit. I hate men! And smelling my farts and shit is all you are good for!". She opined. I was left feeling nauseated and light headed, wondering what would happen next. The next person to enter the room was Sandra, the red head. She had beautiful curly red hair which hung down to the middle of her shoulders. Her freckled face would be considered cute, although not beautiful. At 5ft 6, she had a slim body, and a perky pair of B-cup tits. The only real negative was an exceptionally flat arse. She simply had no shape there. I could see she was a real red-head, as the cuffs matched the collar. Although she clearly looked after her pussy, as it was neatly trimmed. She placed something on top of the bed, but kept hold of the crop. This clearly wasn't going to be any fun for me. She yanked me up, so that I was now lying across the end of the bed. The next thing I knew, she has turned on the butt-plug. It felt like my insides were being burned. A pulsing surge of agony, which radiated out from my arse through my groin. I screamed, but it lacked the normal power, and came out as a strangely high pitched sound. Clearly the Jennings gag had other effects other than just keeping my mouth open. After a minute or two, Sandra turned the power down, but not completely. I could feel a low level stinging, but it was tolerable. She pulled down my panties and push them into my unresisting mouth. Sandra then set to with the crop. Whilst I screamed my lungs out into my panties she criss-crossed my thighs, and arse with the crop. Each time the crop landed, I clenched my butt cheeks from the pain. This caused my sphincter to squeeze the invader in my guts, which added another level to the misery, and all the time I was being electrocuted from the inside. If I thought that was painful, it was nothing compared to her next assault. She viciously cropped the soles of my feet. I strained every muscle in my body as I leapt upwards from the bed, only to flop back down, covered in a sheen of sweat. This carried on for what seemed like hours. By the end my skin was burning agony from my lower back all the way down to the soles of my feet. Finally she slowed then stopped. "My arm is tired, so you're lucky that I cannot continue, or I would roll you over and get started on your cock and balls. As it is, I've only got 15 minutes left, and my pussy is now ready for a good fucking." My cock stirred in response. Maybe I would get some pleasure out of this after all. Instead, Sandra pulled the panties out from my mouth, and replaced them with one end of a double ended dildo. She pushed the dildo down until it was lodged in my throat. She then adjusted the Jennings gag so that my teeth were able to bite into the dildo. "You can either bite down and hold it in place, or you'll end up with the whole thing lodged in your stomach," she explained. Tilting my head up, she slowly fed the other end of the pink monster into her pussy. I guessed that it was at least 10 inches long, and 3 inches wide, ribbed for her pleasure! It certainly felt huge lodged in my throat. Not wanting any more of this down my throat, I bit down as hard as I could. I soon found my nose surrounded by her red pubes, as Sandra had wiggled down the dildo, lodging her half deep inside her pussy. I could now smell her arousal, a powerful musky scent of sex. I could see how engorged her labia were, and that they were glistening with her juices. She was clearly very turned on. "Now start fucking me, Fuckface!" she moaned. "What an apt nickname, as you'll literally be fucking me with your face." This last almost as a whisper as she started to moan as I pulled away from her, drawing the dildo out from her pussy. I had to bite down hard, as her pussy seemed to want to suck the dildo back inside her, and made slurping sounds as I sucked the dildo out. Even then, I found the monster moving in my throat. Her scent was arousing me, and I could feel a king hard-on building. Real steel! I hadn't had this much sex in years, even if it was only me servicing pussy. I slowly built up momentum as I worked the dildo in and out of her sloshing love tunnel. All the time she was moaning and panting, occasionally offering words of encouragement or commanding me to go faster, slower, or keep up the pace. My neck and shoulders were really starting to scream at me, but I could see she was getting ever more aroused. Her juices were literally flooding out, coating the dildo and my face. The dildo despite my best efforts was sliding in and out of my mouth and throat, so despite the fact she didn't want my tongue on her pussy, I was getting a liberal taste of her juices. The sweet taste or her nectar made my cock even harder. Under other circumstances I would have tried to hump my hips against the bed. But I needed to concentrate all my energy and focus on maintaining my pace in fucking my little red-headed mistress though. I had no doubt what the consequences of me achieving an orgasm at her expense would be. As she grabbed my head, and pulled me tightly into her groin, I heard her wail out her pleasure. I could feel the dildo buried in my throat vibrate with the power of her climax. Once she was finished, she pulled the dildo out, only to force the used end down my throat instead. It was completely slimed with her secretions, with long pearly white strands of her cum. "Clean up your tools once you've used them," she gloated. She left me there with a pink dildo lodged in my throat, and the Butt-plug switched on, providing a backdrop to the pain from my tortured muscles. "I think Vicky should go next, but can you wait long enough Beth?" enquired Megan from the doorway. "If she's as quick as she claims, then I'll be O.K.," stated Beth. "Well, she's certainly awake given the amount of coffee she's had to drink while waiting," giggled Megan. Megan then proceeded to remove the dildo from my throat, and return me to a kneeling position on the floor. Vicky walked around in front of me, and attached the training harness to her waste. She was drop dead gorgeous beautiful. Now why couldn't this girl have her choice of boys from the neighbourhood? She was 5ft 8, with long shapely legs, an apple shaped butt, slender body, topped by DD tits, and an angelic face. OK, so she wasn't really blonde, but who cares. This girl could be a supermodel. She had a perfect little pussy, shaved, except for a small welcome matt of brownish pubes. I could feel my cock get even harder. I would lick this girls pussy without any coercion! "Oh look, he's enjoying himself. I think we need to put a stop to that. Hang on a second", stated Megan. She left the room, and I could hear her go downstairs, returning a couple of minutes later. I suddenly felt freezing cold engulf my cock. "These frozen peas should to the trick!" Stated Megan, as my shaft rapidly shrank. "OK, you can get started Vicky." She tightened the training harness so that my mouth was about 2 inches away from her pussy. By this time, my jaw was aching deeply from being forced open for so long by the Jennings gag. Still, I moved forward to apply my tongue to her pussy with some gusto. I blew gently on her clit, and watched as it quickly grew harder, and her juices started to flow liberally. I started to gently work my tongue up and down her slit, stopping occasionally to kiss and suck her pearl. I could hear appreciative moans from Vicky, and continued with my ministrations. As I built up a rhythm, I started to work my tongue between her slit, sucking her juices into my mouth. The sweet taste of her nectar was a pleasant change to the previous horrors I had endured so far. Megan's a Bitch Ch. 04 I had only been licking her pussy for a couple of minutes when I heard her moan breathlessly, "I'm going to cum". The other girls all hovered over my head, and Megan even started videoing the event. As she wailed liked a banshee, I felt liquid hit the back of my throat. Boy, she's a gusher I thought. Then the taste hit me, this wasn't ejaculate, this was urine! She was pissing in my mouth. The acrid taste and smell assaulted my senses. If I could have seen it, I would have guessed that this would be that deep dark, straw yellow urine you get when you haven't had a piss for hours. I yanked backwards, only to be brought short by the training harness. I couldn't evade her jet of piss, and I couldn't close my mouth. She was going off like a garden hose. and I could feel and hear my mouth rapidly filling. Within seconds my mouth was nearly full. "Now swallow it all, thats the only liquid you'll be drinking today," commanded Megan. Someone pinched my nose shut and I was forced to swallow her piss if I wanted any hope of breathing. "She wasn't lying," stated Sandra, "she really does lose control of her bladder when she cums. I can see why though, her whole body is spasming. Lucky girl, that is one hell of a cum! I wonder if its more intense knowing she won't need to clean up this time?" "Why do you think she had 4 mugs of coffee?" countered Beth. "That's the third time she's completely filled his mouth. He seems to be gulping it down like a pro now!" Teased Sandra. The girls seemed both fascinated and titillated by what was happening. I was desperately trying to breath through my nose now they had stopped pinching it, whilst slurping down her vile piss. Vicky's jet of piss did eventually lessen, and as the pressure dropped Megan forced my head forward, "swallow it all Fuckface, I don't want my bed stinking of piss like your's does! He pissed his bed last weekend," she casually informed the others. "Lick me clean," commanded Vicky, and I probed my tongue forward to mop up the drops of piss around her cunt. I continued to give he a tongue bath for another couple of minutes before the harness was finally loosened. As Vicky stepped away, I could see the look of expectation of all the girls faces. What now I thought nervously? Surely there's nothing worse they can do to me! As Beth stepped in front of me, she turned around as she pulled up the training harness. I was facing her rump, a quite sexy little arse, but her arse none the less. I really started to get nervous as she leant forward over the bed, clearly I wasn't going to be getting near her pussy just yet. Megan and Vicky pushed my head forward into the cleft of her arse, and then tightened the straps of the harness. "Now lick my arse!" snarled Beth, as she parted her butt cheeks. "I take a shit at 4p.m. every day, and I'm not moving, and neither are you until I cum from you licking my arse. Your choice fucker, a taste of shit, or the real deal in 20 minutes time!" I knelt there, staring at her brown rosebud, assaulted by the stink of an unwashed arse crack, my mind in turmoil. Could I do this final debasement, or was there a shred of self respect and dignity left in me? "I told you he would need some encouragement to lick her arse," said Sandra. "Lets turn up the butt-plug to maximum. That should do the trick." Shear agony followed, as I felt a jolt of electricity rip through my insides. Clearly they had been using lower settings earlier. Still I resisted. I would take the pain rather than lick her arse. Then the crop started again on my feet. Despite my best intentions, I could only stand a few strokes of this abuse before I caved in. I forced my tongue out, closing my mind to what I was doing. I closed my eyes, so that I could imagine it was Vicky's sweet little pussy instead. "Oh look, he's doing it, he's really doing it! He's actually licking her arse clean!" gasped an astonished Vicky. "Yes, he's a real arselicker. A proper brown-noser. Open your eyes and look at what your doing, Fuckface. You're cleaning Beth's arse. I want your humiliation to be quite complete!" commanded Megan. Who continued to video the whole event. The first lick proved the taste was as bad as I had feared. There was a musky smell, and a bitter acrid flavour. The taste seemed to multiple horribly after every lick. All the while Megan and Beth were commenting on me being their little arselicker, critiquing on my technique, and Beth was threatening to follow through, using my mouth as her toilet. I renewed my ministrations with a new vigour, licking in quick hard darts, and then circling my tongue around her dark little bud. I even teased her a little, licking up and down the cleft of her arse. "Ooohh, that's good, that's really good, now get your tongue up inside my arse. Go on, tongue fuck me!" moaned Beth breathlessly between gasps. As I pushed my tongue forward, Beth pushed her arse back into my face, forcing my tongue up her arse. I could feel her tight little bud clenching against my tongue, hungrily sucking me inside her guts. All the time there was a constant background of moaning coming from Beth, and I suddenly realised, there were at least two other voices moaning. These girls were insatiable! I felt the plug being yanked from my arse, only to be replaced by the end of the strap-on, which was quickly pushed into me. There were now gasps and breathless moans coming from all around me. Whoever was behind me quickly built up the pace, and my dry arse was being brutally abused, whilst I was being forced to tongue fuck Beth's arsehole. The violent assault on my arse was pushing my face into Beth's arse on every stroke. For once, my cock was not hard. I was getting no pleasure from this at all. Then I felt a cool hand encircle my shaft, gently wanking me to hardness. As my engorged cock grew I tried to will my mind onto other images in the hope of it shrinking again. But no joy, my cock had a mind of its own. "I want him to learn to associate his sexual gratification with his humiliation," Beth explained. "In the future, I want him to crave humiliation. For him to find it impossible to cum unless he's being boned in the arse, or servicing a mistresses arsehole." "Ooohhh deeper Fucker, Deeper!" commanded Beth. "If I win you, then I'm going to make you lick my arse clean every time. I hate having to scrape the shit from my arse with paper. Much better to have a tongue do it for me. OOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhh, Fuck, I'm cuming, I'm cuming from my arse!" wailed Beth. "Wait for me, I'm sooo close," groaned Megan from behind me. The hand on my cock speeded up, breaking the sound barrier, and I quickly felt the cum boiling in my balls. Megan too started to cry out her orgasm, collapsing onto my back, as I came into a glass placed beneath my cock. The final humiliation was when Sandra poured my own cum down Beth's arse and forced me to lick every drop. A half an hour later I was in the living room again. They hadn't allowed me to clean up, or go to the bathroom. I was in agony all over, my jaw had a deep ache, and my tongue felt like it had been licking sandpaper all day. My shoulders, neck and arms were screaming at the constant abuse they had suffered through the binder, and my feet felt like I wouldn't walk for days. My breath must have been rancid by this point as well! "Well girls, its been a lot of fun today, and I'll lend Fuckface to you all again in the future. But now, its time to see who has won Fuckface for every Sunday for the next 3 months." "Vicky, we all know what you will do, and I do like the thought of Fuckface here drinking gallons of your piss. Liz, I think your offer to keep Fuckface attached to you all day, even in the bathroom has merit. I'm sure he wouldn't enjoy that, especially after your curry nights! Sandra, your a girl after my own heart, and I would really enjoy watching your mark every inch of Fuckface's body. Beth, well what can I say, he'll certainly have a "shitty" time with you! "so besides that, you've all made interesting offers which will only further humiliate Fuckface. I'm really torn between giving him to Sandra, who will punish him mercilessly, or giving him up to one of your more perverted tastes. In the end, I've decided to let Fuckface himself decide. He knows some of what he faces from each of you, and his decision will come back to haunt him time and time again! Now Fuckface, you have 1 minute to decide." To me there was no choice, I didn't want anything to do with Beth's arse, and Liz's desires filled me with a cold loathing. I knew that Megan would continue abusing me, so I couldn't face more of the sadistic pleasures of Sandra. "Its Vicky Mistress, I choose Vicky," I said. "In three months Vicky has promised to have him toilet trained, and to take her piss voluntarily. He's yours Vicky, enjoy!" Megan gleefully announced. What had I just done.........