****** Caveman Part Three by Jess Moreau ******
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Caveman Part Three


Jerry had little choice. He knew he could just plain refuse, but if he did, he
was through at the club, and that was unthinkable.

Judy had slipped back on her panties, but remained otherwise naked. She took
Jerry, completely naked as he was, by the arm and gently led him to the door.
As she turned the knob to open it, he began begging her to help him get out of
his agreement. He'd had his first piece of ass, but he was drained of passion
now, and he could not stand the thought of the pain and humiliation to come. He
was desolate.

"Judy, look, just tell them I didn't get what I -- what we -- came in here for.
Then I would not be breaking the agreement, and Karen won't punish me. Please
Judy, I'm begging you."

"That would be a lie, Jerry, and besides they would never believe it. We were
in here too long for nothing to have happened. And they'd smell us, Jerry. We
smell like sex. Jerry, don't you get it; you have no choice. Karen's going to
get her turn now, and it's going to sting real bad. But, you'll survive it, and
you'll be better for it. Like I said. Take your medicine like a man."

Judy half dragged and half pushed the frightened teenager back out into the big
parlor. His begging became more and more irritating the nearer they got to
their destination.

Jerry stood red faced and stark naked in front of the crowd in the parlor.. At
least twenty people in various stages of undress stopped what they were doing
to gaze at the new arrivals. Judy, her brows knitted in concern for the teen,
finally dropped his hand. He had to walk up to Karen himself and inform her
that it was time for him to pay the piper. An unsteadier gait would have been
difficult to imagine. Jerry literally waddled toward the sixteen year old girl
that would soon flay him raw.

Karen watched the slothful approach of the doomed boy. She was not entirely
unsympathetic to his predicament. She knew it was costing him savagely in terms
of raw fear and mental anguish. She might have let him off if Judy had asked,
but glancing her sister's way, she saw a slight smile playing about the corners
of Judy's mouth. Karen knew her sister wanted Jerry taught a lesson. Okay,
she'd teach him one. She wasn't going to mark him up or humiliate him unduly,
but he was going to get it regardless now, and there was nothing that was going
to save him.

The victim stood in front of the naked nymphette. "Uh -- Karen -- Uh -- I'm
ready," he said not trusting his voice to elaborate further as he addressed the
beautiful female.

Karen wanted to prolong his agony. "Ready for what, Jerry?"

"I -- I -- I'm ready for my spanking," he managed.

"Oh, you're ready for your spanking. And how much did you enjoy fucking my
sister, Jerry?"

"What do you mean," whined the cowardly boy.

"Just what I said. How did you like having my sister being the first piece
you've ever had?"

"Oh," he said lamely. "It was wonderful. Judy is wonderful."

"Yes. Yes, she is Jerry. The price for a cunt like my sister's is high. You
know that don't you Jerry?"

Jerry was miserable. he could hardly contain his tears. He wanted it -- no, he
needed to have his spanking over as soon as possible, but Karen was prolonging
his ordeal and relishing it. "Please Karen, just do me. I'm ready. I know that
there is no escape. I just want to get it over with."

"Get down on your knees, Jerry." He did as she bade him. "Good, that's it. Now
bend forward and touch your forehead to the floor; oh, and put your hands
behind your head and keep them there." She walked slowly around him. "That's
right, keep those buttocks nice and high."

Jerry couldn't see much from his position, but shadows moved all around him as
others positioned themselves to see him get it.

"Now, Jerry, you realize that once I do this, that you are going to be my
property, do you not?"

Jerry knew it. It was a club rule. The person that disciplined one was his or
her owner until the end of the next calendar month. Jerry wasn't sure whether
even having had the right to fuck Judy that night was worth the agony he knew
he was about to get his first dose of.

"Now Jerry, I won't bind your hands and feet unless you move from that
position. You're going to want to, but don't do it. It is going to be a severe
spanking I'm afraid, and you're going to want to escape, but if you do, it will
be the worse for you. Am I clear?"

"Yes, Karen. Please just on with it and get it over with; I can hardly stand
it," he half whispered and half begged.

Karen was handed a thin evil looking cane or switch by somebody in the press.
She motioned to those closing around the victim to move back some, so she could
begin the administration of the prescribed punishment.

She poked at his anus teasingly with the butt end of the cane relishing his
humiliation and discomfort. Her wrist snapped and the cruel instrument crashed
into his flesh leaving a bright crimson welt on the his ass cheeks. He squealed
and sucked in his breath as he tried not to scream. She went slow, letting each
searing stroke tell. His buns were aflame. he squirmed and wiggled and cried
and finally began whaling incoherently, but fear, paralyzing fear, kept him
from moving significantly from his head-down butt-up position.

Jerry's misery was total. He'd pleasured himself often at the expense of female
subs, but being a sub had never been a part of his plans. Judy had been the
bait that had undone him. He was getting his cumuppance now and no one was more
certain that he deserved it than himself. Karen was being artistic. She'd whip
him mercilessly for a minute or two and them rest for a minute, this so that
her charge could get his breath. After the brief respite, she would renew her
ministrations. His butt and the back of his upper thighs fairly glowed from the
punishment. Karen finally ceased her actions.

Oddly, Jerry didn't feel relief. The sting seemed to intensify as he lay, now
flat, on the floor choking back incipient tears. Squeezing his ass cheeks
together was almost unendurable. It had been his first spanking, and he swore
that it would be his last. he was "definitely" not a sub.

***

The spectators were drifting off to various niches selected earlier by the most
farsighted among them, and ingeniously by the less speedy of the group.

Judy, her breasts with nipples hard and extended, sat on the floor by the
crying teenager. "Are you okay?"

He didn't look up. He just continued sobbing.

"You want me to go?"

"No." He spoke the word in a high pitched tone that was every kind of a plea.

Judy patted his shoulder. "You did well. Karen punished you pretty hard, and
you still did well."

"It hurts."

"Yes. But, I am going to make it all better if you let me."

"Huh?"

"We're going back to the room."

She lifted him to his feet. He staggered a little.

******

Mac stood in a corner in his jockeys and eyed Karen as she played with her
slave Lars Hatfield. Lars did anything Karen wanted. Right now he was kissing
her feet; no, he was sucking her toes. "Gawd," whispered Mac to himself, "that
guy is utterly pussy-whipped." As he thought it, Judy passed a few feet from
him, supporting Jerry, on their way down the hall. He winked understanding at
her.

******

Karen looked over at Mac watching Judy and Jerry. She sent Lars to have him
come to her.

"Sir, Karen would like to speak to you, sir."

"Hmm? Oh yes, certainly."

"You really did that kid Karen. I think Judy feels sorry for him."

"Yes and yes. But he made the deal. Judy is way out of his class, but he wanted
her real bad. So, I made the deal. Would it surprise you to learn that the
deal, I mean the spanking for the fuck, was his idea?"

"Really?"

"Yes, I'd turned him down. He spanked a friend of mine, well, let's say a
little too enthusiastically a few weeks back, and I decided that this would be
the perfect opportunity to teach him the merits of a little self-control.
Anyway, he needed to feel what it was like; every top does."

"Yeah. Maybe."

"No maybe about it. I've been spanked a few times. Once -- uh -
- enthusiastically. I lived through it, so will he."

"He's gonna fuck her again isn't he." Mac was interested, not jealous.

"I think she has a little variety in store for him," said Karen. "Judy happens
to think it is good that he got it tonight. She's going to make him eat her
pussy and then she is going to fuck him in his butt hole. Oh, don't worry;
he'll love it. She was going to have you fuck him, but I told her you'd
probably kill him with that tool of yours, so she's going to use my strap-on."

"Criminy, Karen, is there anything you don't do?"

"I like sex. What can I say."

***

In the room Judy lay back on the padded table once more. And once more, having
shucked her panties, she spread her legs exposing her slit. The naked boy
slowly licked his lips. In spite of his still stinging buns and thighs, life
was returning to his cock. He made as if to mount her, but she waved him off.

"No, Jerry, I want you to eat my pussy, and I want to cum several times before
you stop, okay." It was not a question.

He knelt between her legs and slowly let his hand glide over the softness of
her thighs. He ran his fingers through the thick bush of hair surrounding her
cunt. He leaned forward and licked the length of her slit. Judy shuddered. For
one not expert in the niceties of hair-pie consumption, Jerry was doing an
excellent job. Judy came at least four times before she pushed him back and lay
exhausted on the table's surface.

"Can we fuck now?' Jerry asked less than romantically.

"Why yes, Jerry. But we're going to reverse roles."

"You mean you want to be on top? Hey, that's fine with me."

"No. Not exactly."

"Well, then what?" Jerry was genuinely puzzled.

"Well, it's a game me and my fiance sometimes play."

"Yeah?"

"Yes, well, I'm going to be the guy, and you're going to be the girl."

"I don't get it."

"Well, Jerry, I'm going to butt fuck you. And don't worry, you'll love it. You
just have to be willing to surrender yourself. How's your buns feeling now?"
she added needing to know.

"My butt..."

"Yes, you be the girl, and I'll be the guy, and I'll screw you. Okay?"

"Won't it hurt?"

"Well, you are a virgin. A virgin always has a little pain in the beginning.
So, yes, it will hurt, but it will turn to pleasure very quickly. You have to
trust me."

"I -- I -- trust you, but..."

"No, buts."Judy slid off the bench now and made room for him. "Lay face down on
the bench. I know your buns still sting, so I will be as careful as I can."

Slowly, gingerly the teen did as she bade him.

"That's a good girl. Now spread your legs." He blanched at her use of the
female pronoun.

Judy gazed at his tight little sphincter. Even the relatively thin dildo she
was strapping on was going to have a time of it. She applied the KY-jelly
liberally to the instrument and then invaded his anus with her finger to
lubricate it as well. She knelt behind and over him. She grabbed the rails of
the bench-like table and lowered her torso until the artificial cock was
nudging its way into his hole. She pressed down and into him. He was relaxed;
that was good she thought to herself.

As soon as she was halfway in she began the rhythmic push and pull of a man
screwing a girl.

Jerry's penis was now a raging hardon. He felt some discomfort, but being
violated by the beauty above and behind him was somehow the ultimate thrill.
His spanking had been worth he told himself again. He wondered if he would ever
again be able to fuck "her".

Each time she lowered herself to skewer him she artfully let her titties brush
his back. Jerry was in ecstasy. He began to leak cum onto the surface of the
couch beneath him. Finally she pulled out of him exhausted. She rolled him over
and sucked his cock into her mouth and brought him to a stunning orgasm. She
swallowed every drop of his semen.

Jerry was half dead with fatigue, but he grabbed Judy and bent her over. he
sucked her anus for minutes before he collapsed on the floor. it seemed to him
he was spending a lot of time on the floor this night.

***

Outside it still stormed. Judy had much to talk to her lover about as they got
in the car for the ride home. And Mac, for his part, had some interesting items
of his own to relate. Not the least of which items was a certain proposal Karen
had made him.