Under Roberta
6. A Home of Our Own
When school let out for the summer, Roberta bought a condominium with her proceeds from the sale of Slick. Pinky moved in with her. The place was in great shape with a master suite and a guest bedroom on an upper level, a generous living space at ground level that included a roomy office, and an unfinished basement. It was only seven blocks from campus and all the outside maintenance was done by the owner’s association.
Pinky’s parents were a little disappointed their little girl wasn’t coming home for summer. But they were pleased with her grades for the first year and were glad she was happy and independent. She and her dorm roommate seem to have hit it off famously (little did they know). Pinky’s mom flew out for a week to help her daughter get settled into the new place. Roberta bed the woman and showed her to orgasmic heights her husband hadn’t taken her in years. She had maintained her figure would have looked like Pinky’s twin if not for the extra 18 years. Roberta named her Winky in a deliberately humiliating reference to her horny pussy, and it made the two women both embarrassed and excited the two to hear their names spoken together. Roberta inserted a slim dildo into Winky’s cunt and locked it in with Pinky’s chastity belt for three days straight so Winky would get a good taste of what her daughter was: nothing but a piece of property. The fit was quite snug and it gave Winky a cute little muffin top where her extra belly skin hung down a bit.
They went shopping. Winky was supposed to buy her daughter some bedroom furniture. Instead, she bought a beautiful king sized bed for Roberta’s suite complete with matching end tables, dresser, and drawers. The bed had four thick pillars and a sturdy canopy. Winky paid extra for same-day delivery. Roberta broke it in as soon as it was delivered by strapping Pinky and Winky down in a variety of positions while she fucked them senseless. Winky also bought a big plasma TV to be mounted to the wall, along with some expensive cameras, lights, and recording equipment; perfect for instant replays of all the action. Roberta made a series of great amateur videos of hot mother/daughter sex.
Winky also got out her credit card and outfitted Roberta’s kitchen. You’d be surprised how much it costs: dishes, pot and pans, small appliances, spices, cleaning supplies, a refrigerator full of food. But Pinky’s family could easily afford it. Roberta showed uncharacteristic restraint and purchased her own living room furniture. (The Arab prince had been most generous.)
Roberta employed a number of humiliating tactics on Winky to continually erode her sense of self. For example, Winky had to wait until Roberta was done eating before it was her turn. She was not allowed to use utensils, but had to eat with her hands and the food was always cold by then. She had to submit to daily neck-down shaving at the hand of her daughter. She had to kneel in front of the toilet and watch closely while Roberta used it. Then she had to lick Roberta clean. Whenever Winky had to pee or poop, she had to squat down over a large metal bowl in the living room. Roberta had dished the bottom of the bowl up so it would resonate loudly when used. She had to wear heavy whorish makeup at all times. She had to spend hours surfing porn on the internet, and had to copy the poses of the sluts she saw.
Near the end of the week Roberta made Winky call her husband and make a plausible excuse for staying on for several more weeks. She was a housewife who didn’t hold a job outside the home anyway, so it was easy to arrange. She needed more time to settle into her new roll as a sex object. Eventually the discipline training became routine. She could anticipate what Roberta wanted and when she wanted it. Roberta rarely had to raise her voice, everything just operated smoothly.
Roberta decided to expand Winky’s sexual experiences way beyond her Midwestern housewife history. Up until now she had enjoyed sex with only three people, her husband, her daughter, and Roberta. That was about to change.
Roberta called a few girlfriends over to play with Winky. She had plenty to choose from. There were loads of girls who knew an invitation from Roberta meant some serious fun was afoot. Four babes showed up to start with. More were rotated in as time went by. The number of sex partners changed as they came and went in ones, twos, and threes. Winky’s job was to be whatever sex toy her partners demanded. Roberta hovered nearby at all times with a riding crop, giving instructions, criticizing her techniques, applying sharp little snaps to her rump or flanks as needed, belittling poor performance, cooing soft praise in her ear when she did good. The guests were allowed free reign to do whatever their hearts desired to Winky. Some wanted cunni- or analingus while others wanted to cram objects into one of her orifices. Some wanted to wear a strapon while others preferred the handheld variety. Winky stopped looking at faces
At some point one of the hard objects in her mouth spurted warm fresh come. That was when she realized she was sucking on a real cock. The lesbians had been replaced with five or six members of the wrestling team. These strong young men tossed her around like a rag doll, fucking her in every conceivable position. They double teamed her, one of them twisting her into a human pretzel and pinning her like that while one or two others would ream her out, spewing come in all her holes.
After they left, Roberta invited in the Mexican landscape crew who were at the condo complex mowing the lawns. The dirty sweaty men were living meager lives. Several hadn’t showered in weeks. All illegal aliens, they hadn’t been with their wives and girlfriends for months. They insisted on fucking Winky one at a time, in strict order from oldest to youngest. Pinky served them all a cold beer wearing only her chastity belt. Roberta knew enough Spanish to keep them all in line. Winky didn’t know any Spanish at all. She thought they were calling her an affectionate pet name, so whenever they laughed and called her “Puta” she would smile, pull her shoulders back, and wiggle her titties for them. One of the men pulled his brown dick out of her mouth and put a piece of something hard and bitter in her mouth. Tough and stringy, she chewed on it as the guy jacked off his cock in front of her face, poking her nose and cheeks with it. After she swallowed the awful tasting stuff he shoved his acking hardon back into her mouth and shot his load. She washed down the bitter aftertaste with salty come. The kid last in line was barely fourteen years old and very shy. She had to be very tender and loving to coax an erection from him. He got off fast, and Winky held him close afterword, whispering in his ear, kissing his neck.
When the Mexicans were gone, Roberta sent the mother and daughter up to shower off their body odor while she aired out the place. In the bathroom, Winky started feeling nauseous. She puked in the toilet and it was milk-like from all the come she had recently swallowed. They dried off and came back downstairs. Completely inexperienced in such things, Winky didn’t understand that the weird feelings she was having were actually early stage hallucinations.
That was when Roberta’s basketball player friends showed up. They were four tall well hung black men who had gang banged lots of white sluts. Winky’s cunt and asshole were already loosened up from all the abuse, but these guys stretched her out painfully. In her drug induced state, they appeared as giant black snakes, or was it one great snake with multiple heads and cocks?
When Winky started babbling something about a ‘religious epiphany’, Roberta sent the black men away replaced them with a small collection of men and women. They were carefully selected by Roberta because they were not only indiscriminate bisexuals but were all fully obedient to her will. Three men and four women joined Winky. She was made the centerpiece of a full blown orgy with men and women fucking men and women in a seething, groping pile. And all the while Roberta stood by with that riding crop, directing, demanding, separating, denying, regrouping, encouraging, criticizing, rewarding, controlling. Winky never really lost consciousness. But she did loose all track of what was real any more.
When Winky rejoined reality, when the drug had run its course, it was just her, Pinky and their owner on Roberta’s bed. The Mexican had given her a strong dose of peyote. It has been used for centuries by shaman in northern Mexico to induce religious states. Mrs. Williams had been a practicing Christian all her life. The peyote had seeped into those religion susceptible parts of her personality and opened them up to Roberta. Winky had experienced a full blown rapture. She had a new religion now. One where abundant sex was the means to express her relationship with god. And Roberta was her high priestess, her messenger from god. She would fuck on demand and her pussy was but a vessel, her own personal pleasure portal to heaven.
Winky’s genitals throbbed, mostly in pain from all the recent abuse. But it felt perversely good, telling her that she had done an excellent job of expressing her faith. She snaked a hand down to touch herself and found her fingers blocked with Pinky’s chastity belt. This made her happy that Roberta cared enough to protect her from herself. Winky’s nipples hurt too. She felt them to discover freshly installed barbells. She vaguely remembered some image where she and another woman and knelt side by side and ritually offered their breasts to Roberta for ‘marking’, wincing only slightly at the pain, thanking her when it was done.
For the remainder of her stay, Winky spent her time adoring Roberta, hanging on her every word, obeying her instructions without hesitation. Once or twice a day, some stranger would show up and Winky would fuck him or her like a crack addicted whore who would do anything for a fix.
Roberta sent Winky home with strict instructions to share her sex exclusively with her husband and no one else. She was to give her husband as much sex as he wanted, including a blow job every single morning from then on. She was to always make eye contact and smile broadly as she swallowed his seed, always be gracious and loving, and always dress and act encouragingly. He would come to expect this treatment and their relationship became more satisfying than ever. Maybe it was the long years, or raising two kids, but she had forgotten what an incorrigible stud she had married. They began to recapture those fantasy years of when they were newlyweds. Winky kept the house impeccably clean and made sure breakfast and dinner were served on time. She would greet him after work wearing sexy lingerie and holding two dry martinis. They had raunchy sex in every room and on every piece of furniture. They bought sex manuals and read them together. Winky bought some simple bondage gear and kept in plain sight by the bed, whether he put it to use or not. That fall after their second daughter left for college, she stopped wearing clothes altogether.
Winky visited Roberta and Pinky every few months after that. Roberta always made sure she had some peyote on hand. Fucking her husband was fine for helping her keep the faith. But she craved more. Mr. Williams never seemed to catch on. He liked all the wild sex he was getting. He actually looked forward to when his wife visited his daughter. She always came back as horny as a lioness in heat, purring, preening, writhing against him, tugging at his clothing, itching to mate, and always sporting some new body piercing.
Roberta made Pinky take a twelve week massage therapy course that summer. Knowing advanced massage techniques would make Pinky a better nurse, but Roberta just wanted to live with a trained masseuse. Pinky practiced her lessons on Roberta daily. Roberta paid close attention to what was done to her and practiced it back on Pinky in turn. With a little research and experimentation, she developed her own style that was blatantly sexual and intensely erotic. She took great pride in the fact that pretty much everybody she fucked would achieve orgasm long before she ever shoved a dildo into one of their holes.
Roberta got a part time job at a local gym and made friends with one of the regular customers. Mike was a huge black man with rippling muscles and a booming baritone voice. Big Mike was also gay and never hit up on Roberta. The two became very close, the first male friend Roberta had had since grade school. Mike showed Roberta how to properly use all of the weight lifting machinery, and became her informal coach. Mike insisted that Roberta continue other types of workouts besides just lifting. Volleyball was her meal ticket, at least for the next few years. He told her she could not afford to loose her edge. So she found a top notch partner for beach volleyball and the two started winning local competitions. She also found a good judo club and attended classes several times a week.
For the next three years Roberta concentrated on her schoolwork and athletics, earning mostly all A’s and making first string on the volleyball team all three years. She was named team captain her senior year. She set up a complete weight gym and a fully functioning dungeon in her basement. When time allowed, Roberta would seduce some new individual. Newcomers were usually pleasured upstairs on Roberta’s intimidating bed. Newbie’s who showed potential were shown the dungeon, but first-timers rarely spent any time there.
Mostly she fucked willing girls, but sometimes she seduced some gullible young man. She didn’t like men, but she did have a taste for raping them. She got a thrill of taking control of a guy’s penis. Of course the sex was never quite what the guy expected. Still harboring a grudge from her own rape at age 14, she wasn’t about to let some male put his filthy thing inside any part of her. Some hot kissing and a hand job were usually all they got before she roughed them up and sodomized them with some realistic looking dildo. Lots of lubrication was always used and no real harm was ever done; no physical harm, anyway. After the initial seduction, the rules were plainly laid out in advance. Everyone knew the rules:
- Anyone wanting seconds (or thirds, fourths, ...) must pre-arrange permission to visit; no drop-ins were allowed. Roberta was a busy woman. Access to her was considered a unique privilege. Roberta’s personal servant Pinky managed her schedule and handled all requests. All prospective guests had to be overtly sycophantic to Pinky if they wanted admission to Roberta.
- All visitors must shower and shave from the neck down within one hour prior to arrival. Every body had to be smooth and fresh smelling, no exceptions. One full day’s preparation that included fasting, laxatives, and enemas was also required. Guests would be force fed and extensive anal sex would be administered. Roberta controlled even the contents of their gut, so it was best to start out with empty bowels.
- A minimum stay of 24 hours would be required, all of it in strict bondage. A large timer on the wall counted down the hours. Total submission was a precondition. Each guest was in complete agreement that their status would be reduced to that of ‘victim’. Safewords were not respected, please for mercy would be ignored. More time would be permitted only if their mutual schedules allowed. If Roberta became bored early or had to leave for any reason, the 24 hour minimum stayed in effect. Pinky would be allowed to feed on the leftovers, if she so desired.
- One or more additional people might be invited to join in the play and would be allowed full and unfettered access to the victim’s body, no exceptions, no restrictions, no regrets. The additional person might be a fellow bottom or a guest dominator and could be of any gender, race, or sexual orientation at Roberta’s discretion. The victim(s) would become explicitly intimate with the guest(s): every square inch of skin, every bodily fluid, and every orifice.
- Each visit would include a new body piercing in any private or publicly visible place of Roberta’s choosing. Roberta installed intricate hand-crafted 24 caret gold rings inlaid with a rare form of jade that were impossible to duplicate, and impossible to remove without destroying. These body piercings were not a symbol of property or any particular subordinate relationship to Roberta. Rather the ring was meant to serve as a constant, private reminder of the victim’s status of fuck recipient. All rings from previous visits must still be in place if they had any hope to be fucked by Roberta again. No other permanent damage would be inflicted, without prior arrangement.
- Neither money nor anything of value was ever exchanged. Roberta was not a prostitute. Being a guest in her basement was not a business arrangement. Nor was it a symbol of affection. For the duration of their stay, all guests existed solely for Roberta’s personal gratification. Any pleasure the victim might derive was strictly a private matter and not of her concern. Any mention of compensation and a victim was permanently expelled.
Whenever someone asked for seconds, Pinky went over the rules again to be sure they understood exactly what they were in for. All victims were videotaped reciting the rules out loud and affirming their free will in accepting them. At the arraigned time Pinky would take the victim down to the dungeon and strap them down in the Standard Position: on a pad on the floor, flat on back, arms restrained above head, legs pulled high and wide, genitals exposed, and a ring gag between the teeth. Once properly prepared, Roberta was called. From the moment they were immobilized, the victim degenerated into fuck meat with no human rights, and remained so for the duration. Foreplay was never considered. Foreplay is for lovers, and Roberta most certainly didn’t love these people. They were simply raped. She did derive great personal pleasure from fucking some defenseless twit. But they were in fact, just conquests, outlets for her pent up rages. It was just sex, and Roberta’s own perverted pleasure was all that mattered. Each and every victim knew this too, and accepted their status fully. Everyone who came to her had some inner need to be used. If they didn’t like what happened to them, they were welcome to not come back. But until their required period had expired, like it or not, they were helpless prisoners.
Girls got a nipple pierced right off, just to get their juices flowing. A girl had to commit to two separate visits if she wanted her tits to match. A guy was given a Prince Albert. This is a piercing where the ring enters down his piss hole and emerges almost half an inch down the upper side of his cock. Roberta used a thick curved needle for piercings and made sure she pushed the oversize instrument through flesh very slowly, guaranteeing excruciating pain. The gold ring was flash welded into place and the seam smoothed and polished until it vanished. The rings could be easily snipped off with wire cutters, but most of her victims chose to wear their jewelry permanently. Roberta always used medical grade antiseptic procedures. Each victim was taught how to care for the health of their new ornament. Rarely did any complications arise, but the victims were told to seek a doctor if there was a problem. If the decoration had to be removed for medical reasons and the victim brought a note from their doctor, she could receive a new ring. The victim had to agree to being strapped down and raped for the replacement installation. The full rule set applied, including the additional new ring.
Roberta liked to mix lifting weights with raping her guests. She liked lifting in the nude, but of course she couldn’t do that at the club. She got a primal thrill out of pushing her body to it’s limits, her naked body dripping of sweat, a stiff plastic dildo strapped to her hips. Her dungeon equipment and weight training gear were co-located in her unfinished basement. She had attained most of her personal bests here, lifting monstrous amounts of weight while some strapped and gagged victim watched on. It was the switching back and forth that drove her to new heights.
Roberta did her training in successive sets of 20, 15, 10, and 5 repetitions. She started out wearing a smallish dildo and lifting a lower weight 20 times. After pushing the lighter set, she fucked her victim, thrusting the same number of times, grunting out the count. Each time she dropped to a lower numbered repetition, she increased the weight she was lifting and strapped on a larger dildo. By the time she got to the five set, she was breathing like a race horse, and humping like a madwoman. Good thing the earlier dildos would stretch out the receiving orifice. The last dildo was always huge. Sometimes she would put on the one that was shaped like a fist and forearm. Even though she only thrust 5 times, she held her victim tight and humped as hard as she could. Then she would drop back to the smaller dildo, set up a lifting bar for a new exercise, squirt lubricant into the victim’s gaping hole, and repeat.
If a victim ever closed her eyes and failed to watch Roberta, the punishment was swift and severe. The repetitive clanking of the steel, the hyperventilation of her athletic labors, the sight of her naked muscular body, and that menacing strapon dildo added to her victim’s excitation. The writhing and groaning of her victims pumped adrenaline into her blood which in turn drove Roberta on to even greater exertions. The decreasing waves of penetrations and increasing sized dildos kept them hovering on the edge of orgasm, but denied them satisfaction. Roberta possessed tireless endurance, and these sessions would go on for hours before both she and her victim were physically spent.
Sometimes a talented victim was invited back to assist in the subjugation of another. More often though she just ordered Pinky to lend a hand, keeping the victim sexually excited during times that Roberta was not directly fucking her guest. It was often this very idea that brought her male victims back for seconds. When Roberta first fucked someone on her bed, usually her multiply-pierced Goth servant girl knelt silently nearby, watching, masturbating, running errands, bringing additional toys, and assisting as commanded. It was intensely exciting and the guys had fantasies that this mousy chick might also fuck them.
Unfortunately that was not to be. After the ritual piercing and the obligatory strapon fuck up the butt, she opened the door and introduced the poor dude to Big Mike. Roberta loved the horrified look on their faces when they felt his massive black cock stretch out their already used assholes. Mike took his time. After slowly reaming them out and shooting his first load deep in their bowels, he would pull out and slap the side of their face with his magnificent member, regaining his erection. Then, when he started pushing his purple spongy head past the steel ring holding their jaw wide, he would remind them that there was still 22 hours left.
Rarely did any male victim come back after that, which was fine with Roberta. She didn’t care to associate with any useless puke who would willingly let himself be tied up like that. She mostly did it as a favor to Mike. Besides, why would a guy put up with that insufferable bitch Roberta when there was a chance he could have what he really wanted, Mike. He was powerful, yet gentle, and his beautiful black erection spouted generous flows of the gooey white stuff they now craved. And crave it they did. After a twenty hour non-stop introduction to the pleasures of him, they wanted Mike’s cum coating their tongue, teeth, and gums and sliding effortlessly down their throat. They wanted it splattered across their face and chest, dripping off their chin and forming a puddle in their belly buttons. The wanted it draining slowly from their bowels, drooling out of their assholes, keeping their crack, balls, and thighs cool and slick for hours. They wanted join Mike’s cadre of toys, to make some other whimpering gayboy smile by licking his freshly fucked ass, sticking their tongue as far up as it would reach trying to get a few drops of Mike’s precious stuff.