Double Trouble

Trembling with a heady mixture of fear and resolve, I open the unlocked door and slip into the house as quietly as possible. Then I pause, my heart pounding in the shadows.�

My anxiety is intense, and with good reason. The house I�ve just penetrated belongs to Big Linda Skrue, the cruel dominatrix under whose merciless sway I�ve recently been suffering. Come to brave the lion in its den, my fear, determination and desire all war within me and I wait, searching for strength.�

Ever since learning of my unfortunate disability, B�Linda has made me her own private plaything, bursting into my home at all hours of the night and performing -- or forcing me to perform -- the most unspeakable sexual indignities.� Her appetite for perversion, for subversion is insatiable, and her relentless brutal attentions have finally driven me almost to the edge of my sanity.

Utterly dominating me, using me in the most degrading manner possible, she constantly forces me to re-evaluate my sexuality in ways better left unexplored. I�m not sure how much more I can take. After last week, and my descent into extended bouts of urgent auto-fellatio, I�ve become so terrified of my willingness to subvert myself that I�ve just got to find some way to re-assert my masculinity. Finally I�ve decided on a daring plan, a last-ditch chance to try to regain control of this unhealthy sexual obsession once and for all.

I�ve been waiting all week, enduring my mistress� evil attentions, until she�s finally announced her intention to seek new game for a while. This gives me my chance. It�s now Saturday night, and for once I�m out and about instead of waiting home alone in bed for who knows what new sexual terror to transpire. My motorized wheelchair is capable of performing marvels, when the occasion demands it, and so am I. It was no trouble at all crossing the streets over here and it should be no trouble to sneak into Linda�s house for a change, reversing our usual positions.

That should be quite a trip. I can just picture myself, pulling silently up to her bed and bodily throwing myself down onto her unsuspecting form ... Maybe this way I can prove I�m not so helpless after all.�

Of course, a cripple getting the better of Big Linda Skrue, even with a surprise attack, is certain to be difficult, if not downright impossible. Yet what choice is there? To regain my sexual autonomy I must somehow find a way to reassert myself, to actually de-throne this amazing Amazon queen. So despite my fear, despite the nearly unthinkable temerity of my rebellion, I gather up my courage and proceed down the darkened hallway ahead.�

The house is large, and mysterious, and several times I almost quail in my determination. But the thought of my own hard cock sliding rapidly between my lips and spurting hotly down my throat steadies me, hardening my resolve. Never again! At last I find what I�ve been looking for.

From an open door in the hall up ahead falls a wedge of yellow light and the unmistakable sounds of a violent sexual encounter. Apparently Big Linda�s already occupied with someone else, probably some virginal young thing coaxed off the streets or a nearby bar.

Well, she said she was going hunting. I almost feel sorry for the poor chick, whoever she is. Bragging abashedly, Big Linda�s told me about what happens to them.

Once lured into her control, such unwary sexual innocents are usually first drugged and then quickly defiled, compelled to submit to whatever arcane perversity B�Linda�s runaway libido demands. She�ll use them for hours, days, sculpting their nubile young bodies with the hammer of her desire until they�re a masterpiece of utterly willing submission. Eventually of course they become like me, completely enslaved by her omnipotent sexuality.

Well, my plans for a surprise rebellion are a shambles, and so I quietly draw back, preparing to flee. But then curiosity and the lure of seeing Big Linda in action overcome my good sense, and I creep to the open door and peer in.�

Here at last is Big Linda�s bedroom -- or at least the room where she ravishes her prey -- and I catch my breath in wonder. One whole wall is covered with whips and chains and shackles, harnesses and straps, blindfolds and ball-gags, vibrators and dildoes and penis rings and everything else a sadistically evil dominatrix could possibly need or desire. The other visible walls -- and ceiling -- are covered with mirrors, reflecting the unbelievable action currently taking place on the huge, square, almost medieval-looking bed.

A slender young woman, small and petite yet wonderfully curvaceous, lies on her back. Her long, thin, yet beautifully contoured legs are flung high and wide. Surely no more than eighteen, her sweet, shapely little face is the picture of violated innocence: looking shocked and scared and excited and incredibly, disbelievingly horny all at once. Yet infinitely more arousing than even this is her beautifully high, unselfconscious voice. Clear and quavering, she cries out sharply as Big Linda�s thick black dildo hammers down into her.

And what a good reason to scream! Propped above her, my monstrous mistress glares demonically down, wielding that strap-on cock like a runaway pneumatic drill: panting and snarling and viciously pounding herself deeply into that tight, tender, downright delicious adolescent body.

Absolutely incredible. Caught in the spell of Big Linda�s power they�re totally focused on each other, oblivious to my presence, and the awesome spectacle of their brutal coupling holds me spellbound.

Sweat sheens their bodies, and oily drops scatter everywhere as they fuck: flying from Big Linda�s lashing, red-golden hair and wildly jiggling breasts. Meanwhile the girl below her screams and thrashes, regarding Big Linda with that seemingly drugged mixture of terror and arousal that I immediately recognize. Almost of its own accord, my hand drops to my zipper, and in seconds my pants are open, freeing my raging hard-on. As my tight fist encloses it a helpless groan escapes me. For the first time I feel the incredible secret thrill of the voyeur.

Hiding, unobserved, I�m helpless to control or influence the incredibly erotic scene before me in any way. All I can do is take it in, and this sense of pure powerlessness is incredibly arousing. Wrapped in the familiar, comfortable grip of my palm, the snake that turns to stone hardens and slickens, demanding my ceaseless attention, and I pleasure myself in a gasping, private reverie. I watch, jerking, as Big Linda savagely pounds the shrieking girl to a thrashing, unbelievably powerful orgasm. Then at last she pulls out, kneeling over her moaning, whimpering prey and caressing herself: heavy tits, belly and then the protruding length of her long rubber cock. Watching her, I slow down in my own rhythm, backing off from the boiling brink.

�Look what you did, Keri Colts!� Big Linda demands. �Your sticky little pussy juices are all over my beautiful cock! Get up here and lick them off, you slut! Keri! Suck my big black dick!�

Keri�s face blanches, and she squirms for a minute in the shadow of her mistress.

�No please, B�Linda!� she finally pleads, in a panting little whisper. Clearly reluctant, she offers Big Linda the only alternative she�ll possibly accept. �No use them, use them. Take me instead! I know you want to!� And with that she rolls over, rising to her elbows and knees and lifting her beautiful little ass high in the air.

Bumping back, she nudges her hungry hole against Big Linda�s cock, and for the first time I see B�Linda assent to a plea. She drops her demand, and seizing Keri by the hips she brutally takes her: lining herself up and then ramming her thick black cock deep up into that tight little anus so suddenly and forcefully that lucky little Keri cries out sharply in pain. Then Big Bad Linda rears back and starts hammering away, fucking that tight, shapely little ass with an unholy vengeance.

Oh, man, what a sight! Once again I pick up speed, matching the pace of the incredible activity before me.

The brutal lesbian sodomy on display is unbelievably arousing, compelling. Partially hidden by the open door I watch it all. Moaning and jerking, I�m soon squirming in my seat with sympathy. I know what this little Keri Colts is going through.

This experience is an integral part of Big Linda�s urgent needs, and men are not exempt from it. Keri�s yelping cries of pain and pleasure echo in my memory, recalling my own incredibly humiliating response, and soon they have me gasping and groaning and burning with need as I tirelessly pump my throbbing cock.

This is not exactly the time or place to indulge such forbidden fantasies, when my entire rebellion is as at stake, but once again I just can�t help myself. Every high-pitched bark of pained acceptance makes me envy Keri Colts even more. And despite my earlier resolve, somewhere deep inside me I already desperately wish to take her place beneath the hammer of Big Linda�s passion. At last, in agonized confusion I turn the only way I know how to go, channeling my inner turmoil into incredible arousal and wringing my poor little pecker �til he burns and boils and begs me to let him explode.

But then of course in my careless frenzy I unfortunately forget where I am, and a predictable, even inevitable disaster strikes. I don�t know if I�m making too much noise or what, but suddenly little Keri screams, seeing me in the mirror, and as our eyes meet the humiliating shock of my discovery immediately shames me into a powerful orgasm.

Of course, Keri�s cry at once alerts B�Linda, and she whirls, her face hideously contorted with rage. Somehow she�s across the room almost before my seed hits the floor, her massive tits and out-thrust hard rubber member bobbing wildly as she lunges for me.�

Grabbing me by the neck and prick, she drags me across the room and just throws me onto the bed next to Keri, who at first cringes away in shock. Then she looks timidly up at her mistress, biting her full lower lip in a fetching pout of uncertainty.

There�s no uncertainty to be found there: only triumph. �Look what we�ve got to play with!� B�Linda exults. �A helpless little Slut-boy! I know this one! He deserves anything we can do to him! I�ll tell you what, little Miss Keri Colts. We�ll have us a little seminar in the proper manhandling technique right here. I�ll show you how a real woman of power treats her slave! You tie him up while I hold him, and then we�ll really get it on!��

As though she really needs to, Big Linda Skrue pins me to the bed, grinning wickedly as she sits on my chest. In seconds the rest of my clothes are torn from my body in shreds, and my naked arms are stretched out wide to the sides. So much for turning the tables. Obeying her mistress unconditionally (something I�d obviously have to painfully re-learn), Keri Colts quickly chains me up, leaving me completely helpless. Then I cringe as B�Linda takes a long, heavy bullwhip from its peg on the wall.

One of her favorite weapons, I recognize it from an earlier visit to my place. At least eight feet long from heavy butt to deadly lash, a sharp, shiny little star of steel twinkles at the tip. �I think a little corporal punishment is in order!� She cries. �Unlawful entry, spying, a completely unauthorized orgasm! Those are flogging offenses in my book -- move away, Keri! I�ll show you how to treat a guilty male!��

She steps back from the bed, grinning down at me, and draws back her arm. Then with a sudden whistling slash Big Linda rips the metal-tipped leather lash viciously through the air and into my waiting flesh.

The pain is excruciating, and I scream in unfeigned agony. But of course B�Linda merely laughs her eager pleasure at my pain and reloads for another stroke: drawing back her whip and again cocking her strong, muscular arm.

Again the lash whistles and cracks, and again I scream out my explosive, uncontainable pain. Then again, and again. Soon enough we�re deep into the familiar rhythm, cock-slash-scream, cock-slash-scream. Relentlessly Big Linda Skrue whips my helpless, suffering body: her powerful arm lashing away, her humongous tits bouncing and jouncing wildly, and that massive, threatening dildo jutting wickedly forward.

Unreal. Hopelessly I lie there: mindlessly enduring, twitching and writhing with every vicious stroke, and soon my torso and thighs are striped with livid welts. Yet something about the hot, stinging pain combined with the utter futility of my struggles quickly brings me once again immensely erect. And every time an especially cunning lash of the whip catches the rigid length or the sensitive head of my hardened member, the sudden white-hot flash of pain only turns me on even more. Soon my screams of pain take on a weirdly erotic undertone, and my perverted arousal becomes evident to both women. Keri Colts crouches nearby, avidly watching my punishment, her greedy green eyes shining with excitement.

Gooseflesh rashes out all over her tiny body, and huge, red-brown nipples stand stiffly out from her firm, conical little breasts. Her creamy white skin is flushed with color, and her breath begins gasping through sharp, slightly parted teeth. Strangely, inexplicably aroused by the lurid spectacle of my suffering, she spreads apart her thighs and furtively eases a hand between her legs.�

But of course nothing escapes the watchful eye of Big Linda Skrue. The next whistling lash of the whip catches little Keri, cracking across her perfect ass and licking around the graceful curve of her shapely hip. Shrieking out in painful surprise, she cowers back.

�That�s what this worthless slave is for!� B�Linda rages. �Use him!� So Keri Colts immediately sits on my helpless face. Stepping forward, she straddles my bound body and squats atop me, burying me in her tiny crotch and settling her sweet little cunt firmly over my willing mouth. There she goes to work, using me roughly, rubbing against my captive face and ordering me about, giggling with the thrill of her unexpected dominance.

Oh man! Trapped between her taut, Coltish thighs I service her humbly, still feeling the agonizing lash of the steel-tipped whip at occasional unpredictable intervals, until finally little Keri, emboldened by her free hand, exclaims �I want to suck on his worthless cock! Can I suck it? Please?��

Again B�Linda assents, surprising us both, and ordering Keri to turn around she warns me not to stop servicing that sweet little pussy. So Keri Colts spins around, shifting and writhing and finally re-settling herself atop my mouth. Then suddenly my raging hard-on is engulfed in wet warmth, slipping down her open throat to the hairy root.

Jesus Christ! I almost cream uncontrollably, and if I hadn�t already spewed a wasted load out onto the blameless floor I probably would�ve. Yet that first sweet, super slurp is just the appetizer to the meal. Keri�s obvious eating talents aren�t limited to the depth of her throat alone. She promptly shows that she knows what she�s doing easily as well as anyone else I�ve ever encountered. Eagerly, enthusiastically she works on me, her beautiful little head bobbing madly up and down. Grunting as she impales herself, she gobbles my pounding prick like the perfect pro, taking it all the way down and softly squeezing my balls at all the right times.� I gasp in delight, so lost in ecstasy I can barely concentrate on returning the favor.

Somewhere, somehow, this innocent looking little girl had gained a skill it took some women a lifetime to acquire. Still, I remember B�Linda�s warning, and so I continue to lick and suck and tongue and nibble at Keri�s slick little clit for all I�m worth. But then, remembering Big Linda, I suddenly wonder. The lashing sting of the whip is gone, and no new torment comes in its place. Surreptitiously I peer over the tight curve of Keri�s ass, and in the mirror I see the mistress rocked back, masturbating with the handle of the bullwhip.

This is the pleasure she denied to Keri, and I�m flabbergasted. Yet there she is, columnar legs splayed wide apart, slamming the heavy, leather-wrapped whip-butt relentlessly up into her hot, gaping fuck-hole, panting and moaning and watching with approval as her little treat Keri suckles me.

And what a show it must be. All I can see for myself is the back of her honey-colored head enthusiastically attacking my groin. But I don�t need eyes to identify each incredible component of her inspired technique. My blown-away nerve-endings tell it all.

Soft, wet, tightly clamped lips firmly grip and slip all up and down the burning length of my dick, sliding me in-out-in-out-in-out with a powerfully relentless suction. Then briefly they catch on the velvety knob: twisting back and forth and pulling up hard against the upraised ridge, while all the while the busy little tongue dances aggressively around and around and effortlessly around the softly sensitive open little eye hole at the tingling tip.

My god, my cock thinks it�s died and gone to heaven. Suddenly, just before I�m about to come, out I plop with an audible pop, killing the deadly momentum. But then little Keri�s unbelievably educated mouth closes over my balls. Then as her teeth tug and tug and her mouth sucks and sucks and her surprisingly strong fingers tighten painfully on my shaft, her wet little thumb immediately takes over, roughly worrying the leaky head of my rock-hard prick around and around and around in mind-bending circles.

Oh, MAN! I moan uncontrollably, and although Keri Colts� cunt muffles the sound of my pleasure, both women immediately respond to it. Keri redoubles her efforts, again engulfing me to the root and bobbing on me briskly, simultaneously squeezing, rubbing, and roughly massaging my aching balls. And still all the while Big Mistress Linda avidly watches: fucking herself with the knobby butt of the bullwhip to a savagely screaming orgasm. Then at last she rises, stretching langorously, and approaching the bed she orders Keri off my dick.

Obeying impeccably once again, Keri immediately abandons me, and as she sits up and renews her grinding cunt-rhythm on my face, Mistress B�Linda props up my hips, spreads open my helpless legs and forces her brutal way into me.

Once again I feel her stiff, resilient cock in my ass, the most fundamental violation a man can possibly endure. Yet by now this is much more than just familiar, and I feel a hot tingle of excitement as she takes me.

I�m a she-male again! A malleable little slut-boy! Then, face to face with Keri on my face, Big Linda Skrue fucks me up my tight-holed ass and orders that sweet little girl to service her giant tits while I eat her out.

Again I look up, and this time the view in the ceiling mirror is even more unbelievable: my own wide, disbelieving eyes peering over the double curve of Keri Colt�s firm, tight little ass, past her tiny waist to where her long, honey-blonde hair cascades over her lithesome back.

Slender and small yet exquisitely curvaceous, she leans forward, her full red lips hungrily encompassing one of Big Mistress Linda�s thick, stiffly swollen nipples. Her head seems barely the size of that massive breast. Indeed, she�s dwarfed by her Amazon companion -- who certainly dominates just about any tableau you�d care to conceive. This scene is no different. In and out and in and out pump the beautiful buttocks of Big Linda Skrue, powering the passionate motion of our three-way coupling.

All right! Once again I�m secretly watching sex, but this time I�m right in the middle of the action. Groaning, I stretch open wider, feeling a familiar guilty shame at the eager way I respond to Big Linda�s hard, violating cock. In fact, I can barely meet my own eyes as she thrusts it into me. Sill I force myself to do so: perversely maximizing my humiliation as I shamelessly wallow in the kinkiest of pleasures. Meanwhile my forgotten penis throbs with need, harder than steel, and still confronting myself in the mirror I finally leave off working on Keri Colt�s cunt to lap at her soft, tender little asshole.

I push and prod and probe at her anus, eagerly working my slavish tongue in and around that beautiful rose-pink hole. Deliberately abasing myself, I watch in the mirror as a bright flush of shame floods color into my cheeks.

Now this is my destiny. I can�t even hope to deny it. What was I thinking? Regardless of how I might wish it, my shameful, desperately perverted arousal is as overwhelming, as compulsory as ever: the dirty little secret that traps me in Big Linda�s power.

Even with the best of intentions, it seems obvious that the deeper my personal abjection, the greater my total humiliation, the harder and hotter I get. Now, with B�Linda Skrue roughly reaming out my body and my tongue stuck deep in the hole of this Keri Colts� deliciously tight young ass, I�m forced to face my worthless self in reflection and finally, fully acknowledge the entire shameful truth.

I love it. Whatever my exalted mistresses choose to do to me, I love it.

As a worthless, guilty little she-male slut-slave I exist only to be used, a paltry toy for the selfish pleasure of such superior, domineering women as the brutal goddesses towering above me. My brief rebellion is over, an abysmal failure, and with the hard fact of B�Linda�s big cock hammering brutally into my ass, the harsh, humiliating reality of my position re-asserts itself once and for all.

I am guilty of the most disgusting weaknesses and perversions, and therefore must be made to pay. Ahead of me lies -- and quite rightly -- an intense, punishing sexual ordeal: a long, torturous orgy of endlessly demeaning permutations. And to prove my total soul-submission to the goddesses above, I must accept every bit of this punishment both willingly and wholeheartedly, even if I go entirely, irretrievably mad in the process.

Lucky me. Oh, lucky, lucky me!