****** The Night Manager by Jouissance ******
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The Night Manager


Part One A Difficult Customer.

'I said quite clearly that I wanted a non-smoking room when I made my
reservation. Someone has been smoking in this one. I can smell it. I want
another room at once.' Michael's irritation was clear in his voice. After his
long journey, the last thing he needed was a lot of hassle with his hotel room

'I'm very sorry sir but we are very busy. The hotel is full and I can't give
you another room. I must apologise but..'

'I don't want your apology. I want another room right now. Let me speak to the
manager.'

'I am the night manager sir. Look, let me come up and discuss this and see if
we can sort things out. Would that be helpful?' The woman's words were calm and
reasonable but Michael thought he could hear irritation in her tone.

'Well I think that is the least you can do. Get up here now and find me another
room.'

'I can't promise that sir but I will be right there. Let's see if we can sort
this out for you.'

Michael put the phone down hard and sat waiting for the woman to arrive. He was
fuming over this cock-up. He hated smoking and the smell of stale tobacco, as
faint as it was, made the room quite unacceptable.

Moments later there was a knock. Getting to his feet he crossed the room and
opened the door.

'Well then what are you ..,' he was halted in mid sentence by the sight before
him. The night manager stood in the doorway smiling at him. She was tall and
statuesque and her black skin glowed deeply in the lights of the corridor.

'Hello sir. Now what can we do to work out your difficulties. May I come in?'

She walked into the room without waiting for his reply. She placed her self in
the only chair in the room. This left Michael with a choice of either remaining
standing or sitting on the bed opposite her. He sat and found that she now had
the advantage as he was forced to look up at her.

'Look, this room isn't what I booked. I am tired and I want to get some rest
but I refuse to accept this room. It reeks of tobacco. Find me another now or I
will find another hotel.'

'As I said sir we are full. But I think I might have a solution,' she smiled
broadly at him and Michael took the opportunity to look her over. She was a
stunning woman. Her black hair was long and tied up behind. Her dress, a bright
yellow with red dots, was short and showed off her long legs. It was cut quite
low and her ample cleavage was exhibited to advantage. Not, he thought
fleetingly, the most businesslike of attire. Michael felt a stirring in his
cock as she crossed her legs in the chair giving him a flash of smooth brown
thigh. She was looking at him too and he thought her gaze lingered for a moment
on his groin. Could she see the beginnings of his erection?

'Well? What solution do you have in mind?' He asked, his irritation at least
partly displaced by arousal.

'I can offer you a room normally reserved for special events. It's not usually
used for guests, but it is very nice and I'm sure you will find it acceptable.
I would also like to offer you a reduction in the price for any inconvenience
suffered.'

'Well that's more like it. You had better take me there at once. I will get my
bag.'

'Well if you will just follow me sir I'll take you right there.'

He picked up his unopened case and followed her from the room. As he walked
behind her down the corridor he stared appreciatively at her large firm arse as
it swayed ahead of him. The erection that had abated briefly returned with new
vigour. His thick cock pressed against his trousers as he watched the short
skirt moving over her big round bum. She turned to look at him over her
shoulder.

'We need to take the lift down. The room is on the ground floor.'

She called the lift and stepped aside to let him enter first. He felt her eyes
on him. Her gaze was now clearly fixed on his erection. She gave no indication
of having noticed however and when the lift doors opened again she led him on
down another short corridor. Stopping at last she took a key and opened the
unnumbered door before her.

'Please do come in. I hope this room will satisfy all your requirements.'

She stood aside allowing Michael to enter and then followed him in turning on
the light. He knew at once that this was not going to be suitable at all.

'Look here! This is another smoking room. It smells more strongly than the
last.'

'Of course it's a smoking room, you awkward bastard. It's my fucking room. Now
just shut up and put down your bag.'

'What do you think...'

'I said shut up you worm. I am sick of pathetic little wimps like you making my
life hell. Don't you think my job is hard enough already without men like you
ringing me at all hours and moaning about every little thing. When

I try to help all you can do is stare at my tits and drool. I saw your hard-on
in the lift. You make me sick.'

'You can't talk to me like that! Who the hell do you think you are? I
demand....'

'You will not demand anything. Now just stand there while I take a look at
you.'

Michael was stunned into silence for a moment and stood in shock as she walked
round him, looking him slowly up and down.

'Well I see your prick has wilted now, hasn't it? Not so fucking cocky now are
you?'

'I won't stand for this. I..'

She silenced him with a hard slap across the face.

'No you won't stand. I've noticed that already. Wimp! Now go and kneel in the
corner, you worm. You don't deserve to stand in the presence of a real woman.'

Michael stood his ground for a moment. Her hand lashed out again striking him
on the other cheek.

'Do it! Kneel in the corner.'

He slowly turned from her and moved across to kneel where she now pointed.

'That's better, white boy. Now stay there until I tell you otherwise.'

He fell to his knees, his face to the wall. She had placed him so that he could
still see the room in the full length mirror in front of him. He could also see
his own face, both stinging cheeks bearing the imprints of her hand. The night
manager still stood beside the bed. She stared at him for a moment and then
took a packet of cigarettes from the bedside table. She lit one and took a long
slow drag.

'You don't mind if I smoke do you worm?'

Michael squirmed in the corner as she blew the smoke towards him.

'I said you don't mind do you? Answer me!'

'No.' Whispered Michael. 'I don't mind.'

'No I don't mind Mistress. Say it you little shit.'

'I don't mind Mistress.'

'That's better. You got a good eyeful earlier didn't you. Did you like what you
saw? Would you like to see more?'

'Yes please Mistress.'

'Good boy. Now you can look but you can't touch,' she raised the dress up over
her hips uncovering her strong thighs and revealing silky red panties. She
turned around slowly, her cigarette clamped between bright red lips, allowing
him a look at her arse. The panties barely covered the swelling cheeks. The red
silk against her dark brown bum brought a fresh thickening of his cock.

'Do you like that? Got a hard-on again? Let's have a look then. Stand up and
take off your clothes.' Mesmerised by this powerful woman he rose slowly to his
feet and began to undress. He was down to his underwear before she spoke again.

'Stop boy. I can see it from here. Come and stand before me. Now!'

He walked slowly toward her, his erection stretching his underpants, and
stopped in front of her. She looked him slowly up and down once more, a fresh
cigarette between her crimson lips. She turned then to her bedside table and,
opening the drawer, took out a pair of scissors. Fear clutched at Michael's
heart at that moment.

'What are you doing?! Please don't..'

'Oh shut up you little worm. What do you think I'm going to do? Cut it off?'
She laughed loudly blowing a cloud of smoke into his face. 'I wouldn't do that.
It would make a dreadful mess of the carpet.'

Still laughing she reached out and used the scissors to snip the waist band of
his underwear. The limp fabric fell away and left him naked. Fear had reduced
his previously fierce erection to a pitiful state.

'Well boy, you do seem to have a problem keeping it up don't you. Real women
scare the shit out of you. Down on the floor now.'

He fell to his knees before her and then lay down on the floor as she towered
above him, pushing him backward with her foot.

'That's right. On your back. Start grovelling you pathetic white wimp. Show me
some respect and obedience.' She moved to place a foot on each side of his
head. As he looked up he could see the vivid red panties pulled tight into her
crotch. They were clearly marked by a damp patch of a deeper red where they
touched her cunt. She in turn looked down at him. With one hand she pulled her
skirt up over her hips while the other, still holding her cigarette, rubbed
slowly over the wet gusset of her knickers. His Mistress curled her lip in
amusement.

'Not such an awkward customer now eh wimp?'

She took another pull on the cigarette. Tapping it gently she dropped her ash
onto his chest, before blowing another stream of smoke straight down into his
face.

'These knickers are getting too sticky. It's uncomfortable. Come and take then
off for me. Up onto your knees.'

Michael rose to his knees again and reached out to remove his Mistress's soaked
panties. A swift slap to the face halted him in his tracks.

'I didn't say you could touch me you little shit! You may use only your mouth.
Pull them down with your teeth. Then I may let you worship my beautiful black
pussy with your tongue'

He leant forward and took the waist of her knickers carefully between his
teeth. He gently caught the elastic, taking infinite care not to catch her
flesh, and began slowly to slide the silky red garment over his Mistress's hips
and down her long brown legs.

'Good, carry on. But take care boy. If I am dissatisfied with any of your
actions you will wear my panties as a butt plug for a week. So start using your
tongue 'till I tell you to stop.'

Michael craned his neck bringing his face close to this powerful woman's
dripping sex. Pushing out his tongue he began to lick the full length of her
juicy lips. She moaned quietly as he reached the top of her slit and slid his
tongue over her large erect clit.

'Keep going worm. Lick your Mistress until she comes.' She placed the cigarette
between her painted lips and used the fingers of both hands to spread her lips,
giving him full access to her crimson slit.

'Faster now worm. Push it right in. Ahhh yes. Deeper! Deeper I said.'

Michael felt her hands on his head and found his face pressed hard between her
legs. His nose and mouth were buried in her wet cunt and it became difficult to
breathe.

'Am I suffocating you white boy? Well you had better make me come quickly then
hadn't you. No air for you 'till you bring me off.'

He redoubled his oral stimulation, desperate now for air. She in turn ground
herself roughly against his sticky face.

'Ahhh fuck! Do me boy, fuck Mistress with your tongue. OHHHH Christ! Here it
comes. Surprise, surprise wimp.!'

The surprise was a great flood of cream as she actually ejaculated over his
face. The hot pungent fluid covered his face, stinging his eyes and filling his
mouth and nostrils. She released her grip then and he pulled his face away
gasping desperately for breath. He coughed and spluttered as he swallowed a
mouthful of her juices. She looked down at him then, a cruel grin on her sated
face. Michael knelt with his head bowed, still gasping for air. She could see
the results of her explosive orgasm dripping from his chin. Her cream ran in a
stream down his chest and stomach to gather in the hair at the base of his
rigid prick.

'Well, well. Managed to get it up again have you? What are you planning to do
with that then?'

She lit another cigarette, laughing at the pathetic figure kneeling meekly
before her, his head bowed low and his cock pointing straight up towards her.

'Quite a big cock for a white boy.' She raised her foot and rubbed his erection
with her foot. Michael groaned at the contact. She continued to wank him with
the soft red leather of her high heeled shoe.

'I hope you don't expect me to touch that thing. I wouldn't soil my beautiful
black skin with such a pale little prick.'

'Of course not Mistress. Please wank me with your pretty shoe.'

'I might worm. Or then again I might not.' She stopped her rubbing and stood on
his cock, pressing it against his thigh with her sole.

Michael held his breath as the pressure of her foot increased. Then just as
suddenly she resumed her friction as his prick sprang back to almost vertical.
It took only a few more strokes of the supple leather to bring the kneeling man
to orgasm. With a groan of relief and agony his sperm shot high into the air.
He pumped repeated jets of thick white spunk, which arced toward his Mistress
as she continued to rub the deep scarlet leather along his cock. Finally the
torrent was reduced to a trickle as the last few drops ran back down his
rapidly softening erection. He looked up to gaze gratefully into this black
woman's face.

'Thank you Mistress. That was wonderful. Thank you.'

'Well fuck you white boy. Look what a mess you made,' he saw anger in her face
and she hit him hard across the face again.

'You have shot your nasty white spunk all over my leg and on my beautiful shoe.
Well don't just squirm there. Clean it up. I want you to lick off every little
drop.' She grasped his hair and pressed his face to her soft brown thigh. 'Lick
it off boy and swallow it down. Leg first and then my shoe.'

He cleaned every trace of his ejaculation from her calf, her ankle and finally
her shoe. At all times she maintained a painful grip on his hair, making sure
that no spunk marred the dark perfection of her legs.

'Right down on the floor worm. You missed a little. There, on my heel.'

As he crouched down to clean the offending spunk from his Mistress's high heel,
she thrust it into his mouth.

'Suck it clean now. Suck it like the cocksucker you are.'

He worked his lips back and forth along the thin scarlet heel in his mouth,
taking it deep. At last she withdrew it and stood back to admire her handiwork.
The man who, not so long ago, had berated her over some pathetic minor
difficulty with his room lay prostrated now at her feet. His face was buried in
the soft carpet and his white arse was sticking up exposed to her amused gaze.
Bending at the waist she administered a vicious slap to his bare bum. He howled
and raised his face to look at her.

'Thank you Mistress,' he struggled to hold back a sob as a burning pain spread
across his arse cheeks. 'Will there be anything else Mistress.'

She laughed in his face now, a cloud of smoke wreathing her cruel features.

'Oh yes my boy there most certainly will. If I know men then you would like a
fuck. You would like a fuck with your Mistress wouldn't you?'

'Oh yes Mistress. That would be more than I ever hoped for. I would love it.'

'Don't be too sure of that. Well get up then! Go lie quietly on the bed while
your Mistress prepares.'

Despite his recent shattering come, Michael's cock began to thicken in
anticipation of fucking this beautiful, frightening black woman. As he lay on
her bed she began to undress. First she removed the red shoes and then began to
unbutton her dress. She drew it over her head and stood before him. Naked, she
stood over him. Her smooth brown skin positively glowed. Her large hard breasts
thrust forward as she ran her hands over them, stroking her skin and pinching
her nipples to further erection.

'I am very beautiful aren't I wimp. Not many white worms have ever seen me
naked. You should be honoured.'

'I am honoured Mistress. I am deeply grateful that you choose to show me your
nakedness.' Michael reached out a hand toward her only to have it slapped away.

'What do you think you are doing boy. How dare you try to touch me. On your
face now. I want my fuck.'

'But Mistress...'

'Silence. Do as you are told. Face down now.'

Confused, he rolled over face down on the bed. He turned his head to watch as
she opened the drawer in her bedside table again. This time the

object she with drew was larger and far more fearful than the scissors she
produced before. There in her hand was a huge black dildo, larger than his
cock. Larger in fact than any cock he had ever seen. She let it swing by its
soft leather straps for a moment as she enjoyed the fear on his face.

'You said you wanted to fuck. Well I didn't say who was doing the fucking did I
worm.'

She smiled at the fear on his face and then stepped into the harness,
tightening the straps around her waist and thighs. The enormous black rubber
prick projected from her pubic hair like a monstrous weapon. She stroked its 14
inch length with one hand while she lit yet another cigarette.

'Look at my gorgeous prick boy. Look how long and thick it is.' She pulled down
the sheet that Michael had used to cover his nakedness.

'Right you wimp. I'm baring your arse so you'll know what it's like to be
fucked by a big black cock. You know that's what you want.'

'Please Mistress. Don't do this. I don't want...'

'I don't give a shit what you don't want boy. I want. And what I want I get.'
She climbed into the bed with the struggling man. Sitting astride his thighs
she leaned forward catching a wrist in either hand, pinning his arms to the
bed. The great thick dildo came to rest in the cleft of his arse and he felt
it's coolness on his flesh as she manoeuvred into position. She shifted until
the head was pressed firmly against his anus.

'Please Mistress. Don't!'

'Shut up wimp. You know you want it really. I'm going to slid my thick black
cock up your tight little arsehole.'

Michael heard a noise and felt a stream of liquid falling onto the entrance to
his bum. She was spitting on the dildo. It was all the lubrication he was going
to get. Every muscle in his body tensed as he felt her press the great bulbous
head harder into his sphincter. Then with a searing pain the tip passed the
tight ring of muscle and slipped into his body.

'Ahhh Christ it hurts. Stop. Stop now please. I'll do anything you want.'

'But this is what I want.' She blew a stream of smoke over him from the
cigarette clamped between her lips. 'Open your arse and take this dildo like a
real man.'

She pressed relentlessly forward and the stiff rubber length ground slowly,
deeper into his bum. His pleas and moans, his agonised screams were ignored as
she gradually pushed her dark cock to the hilt in his arse.

As the last of it plunged inside she released his arms and fell forward on top
of him. Her arm wrapped around his neck and she held him in a head lock. Her
hard tits were against his back, her jutting nipples indenting the soft white
flesh.

'A well fucked arse is what you need my boy and a well fucked arse is what you
are going to get.' With that she began to shaft him with the dildo. Slowly at
first as she opened him up and then with increasing ferocity.

'No please you're splitting me in half.'

'Shut up you pathetic little wimp. You know you love it. You love being a bum-
boy for your Mistress. I know you love to take it up the arse boy. I can tell
so easily.'

Her free hand moved along his body and thrust beneath him. She wrapped her
fingers around his throbbing prick.

'Oh dear, so little boy doesn't like it. Then why have you got a hard-on white
boy? Why is your white cock like an iron bar?'

Michael was silent now as she fucked him hard sliding most of the length out of
his hole before shoving it roughly back in to the hilt. At the same time she
continued to masturbate him, her hand increasingly slick with the lubricant
oozing from his cock head. At last she stopped her thrusting, leaving the dildo
embedded in him to the hilt. She began a rapid circular motion grinding her own
erection, her long stiff clitoris, against the butt of the plastic cock. Her
breathing increased rapidly, becoming loud in his ear as she approached her
climax.

'Fuck boy! What a tasty little arsehole you've got. My big cock is going to
make us both come. Ohh god it's good. I love my big cock. Ahhhh I'm going to
come with my prick up your bum. AHHHHHHH! AHHHH YESSS!'

She humped her cunt one last time against the end of the dildo pushing it
deeper still into Michael's arsehole. She came with a scream and he felt her
juices on his cheeks and thighs as she ejaculated a thick river of cream all
over his bum. The sensation of this combined with her rapid stroking of his
cock brought him to orgasm almost simultaneously. He groaned as he shot,
squirting hot spunk all over her soft brown hand and onto the bed.

As her breathing subsided in his ear she released her headlock and sat upright.
She left her dildo buried deep inside him and reached with her sperm-free hand
for a cigarette. She lit up and took a slow satisfied drag before speaking.

'What a good bitch you make boy. But you have made a mess again haven't you?
Clean it up for me.' She put her free hand, the one with which she had milked
his prick, and placed it over his mouth. 'Lick all that nasty spunk off me now.
Swallow it down, swallow your cum.'

Michael sucked greedily at the hand savouring the taste of his own cooling
sperm on her sweet, dark flesh. He swallowed hungrily, disappointed when he
could find no more.

'All clean now then? I hope so.' She pulled her cock slowly from his arse. The
head finally slipped out with an almost audible pop. She watched the hole
slowly close as the muscles tried to return to their previous state. She
climbed from the bed and sank exhausted into the chair. Her long black cock
remained, of course, as erect as ever and she picked up the remains of
Michael's underwear using the ragged garment to wipe her prick clean. He lay
still on the bed watching as she rubbed the dildo clean and stroked it
affectionately. The pain in his bum was receding only slowly and occasional
spasms gripped his stretched muscles.

'Well then boy. What do you have to say for yourself? Are you grateful to your
black Mistress?'

He watched as she ran her hand over the long rubber cock and used a towel to
wipe the sweat from her smooth hard body.

'Thank you Mistress. You are too good to me. Please Mistress. Please may I have
some more?'

Part 2. Maid service

Helen the Night Manager stood discretely in the corner of the restaurant as the
final guests finished their coffee and their drinks. She looked over the last
few stragglers waiting for them to finish so that she could close up and leave
the staff to prepare the tables for breakfast. Most of these last diners were
lone businessmen getting a final drink on their expenses. There was a
smattering of couples, most of them elderly, taking advantage of cheap midweek
rates for a few nights away. She wished they would just clear out now and leave
her in the relative peace of her night duty. Suddenly a loud laugh caught her
attention. She looked across to the source of the noise. The corner table was
occupied by two young women. They were smartly dressed and attractive but what
really caught Helen's eye was one small gesture. One of the women, dark and
short haired, reached out a hand to stroke her dining companion's cheek. She in
turn leaned forward slightly to kiss the hand that caressed her.

'How fucking sweet.' Murmured Helen to herself. 'A tasty pair of dykes.'

As if suddenly aware of Helen's gaze, the dark woman turned to look in her
direction. She looked defiantly at the Night Manager, but Helen just smiled at
her and the woman smiled back. The second diner turned to follow her partner's
look. Seeing Helen's smile she took two fingers of the caressing hand in her
mouth and sucked them teasingly.

'So,' Helen thought to herself, 'you want to play do you darling? Well we'll
see about that later. I have just the thing for a pair like you. I think you
need a little maid service.'

She smiled again briefly and then turned and left the restaurant. Returning to
the reception desk she busied herself for a while with preparations for the
morning. It wasn't long before the two women emerged into the reception area
and headed for the lift. As they passed her she saw that one, the younger
blonde, had her hand on the bum of her friend. As they entered the lift she
caught a glimpse of a heated clinch in the fraction of a second before the
doors closed again. The lift indicator showed that they went up to the third
floor, and she checked the register. There it was. Miss Lucy Kent and Ms
Catherine Wood, one with a double room all to herself while the other had a
single. Adjoining rooms too, very convenient . Well she knew where to find them
when she was ready. All that she needed now was to prepare her nights
entertainment. Moving to the office she picked up the phone and called the duty
room. A soft voice answered.

'Hello. Night chambermaid speaking.'

'Hello Fuckslut.'

'Please Mistress, how can I serve you?'

'That's what I like to hear. A bitch who knows her place. Now Susan, put on
your best little uniform and go up to the third floor. I have some guests in
room 307 who need a little special maid service. You will go to the room and
knock on the door. I am sure they will let you in when they see what a cheap
little tart you are. I can read them like a book. Just be your natural sluttish
self and do as they want. I will be along later but they are not to know. Do
you understand all that?'

'Yes Mistress. I understand . Will there be anything else Mistress?'

'That depends girl. On just how well behaved you are.'

She put down the phone and settled into her chair. She took her cigarettes from
the draw and lit one, then as an afterthought she unlocked the lower draw and
searched briefly amongst her toys. She settled on a short flexible riding crop.
She took a long deep drag and smiled to herself as she exhaled a cloud of
smoke. She flexed the crop in her strong hands. It was always good to be
prepared. With three bad girls to sort out she might need to use a little
persuasion.

Helen waited for half an hour before leaving her office. She had smoked a
couple of cigarettes and taken the chance to change. She wore her most severely
cut black suit and her highest heels. She tied up her long hair and admired
herself in the mirror. With the suit jacket showing her ample cleavage she
looked, though she said so herself, every inch the superior being that she knew
she was. As a final touch she applied her most vivid scarlet lipstick, setting
her lips in stark contrast to her rich black skin. Transferring her phone
through to the switchboard, she called the lift and pressed the button for the
third floor.

Pausing for a moment outside room 307 she pressed her ear to the door The
sounds from inside told her that things had progressed well. Cries of pleasure
came from the room and she instantly recognised the familiar sound of Susan's
moans. Her little slave had carried out her commands, just as she had known
that she would. Helen took her pass key from her pocket and quietly opened the
door. The sight that met her eyes brought an instant wetness to her cunt. Susan
the maid was reclining on the double bed with her legs spread wide. The dark
haired woman knelt, naked, between her thighs. Little slave Susan had lifted
the skirt of her maids uniform exposing her wet cunt. The kneeling woman sucked
it ravenously. The blond meanwhile sat in the chair opposite dressed only in
her bra and panties. One hand had pulled the crotch of her knickers aside while
the other slid rapidly between the lips of her sex. They were all far too
engrossed in their pleasure to notice Helen's quiet entrance. She stood for a
few moments enjoying the fun and relishing what was to come. Finally she could
wait no longer.

'Well now. What have we here?'

At the sound of her voice the three women froze. All eyes turned to Helen.

'I was looking for my missing chambermaid. It seems I have found her.'

The dark woman was the first to break the spell of silence that followed.

'Who the hell are you? How did you get in here?'

'I am the night manager. I have a key. Now I think I should be asking the
questions. Susan, are you alright? What have they done to you?'

'Now wait a moment! We haven't done anything to..'

'Silence! Don't you realise that this young girl is only 16. The poor child
must be frightened out of her wits.'

'Oh please Miss. I was just passing when they called me in to straighten the
sheets. The next thing I knew they pinned me to the bed and started to touch my
pussy.'

'You lying little bitch! You came and...'

'I don't want to hear anymore from you. You rape this poor child and now you
try to put the blame on her. Dirty dyke sluts. I saw you in the restaurant. You
were eyeing me up. But it seemed you settled for this little girl. I can
imagine what the press will make of this. They will have a field day.'

The younger blonde spoke up for the first time.

'You fucking black bitch.'

'Oh how nice. Not just a rapist but a racist too. Shut your filthy mouth you
slut and don't open it again until I say so.'

'How dare you!'

'I said silence bitch.' Helen's palm caught the blonde hard across the face.
The woman stood in stunned silence, the imprint of Helen's hand burning red on
her face.

'That's better. Now stand up both of you while I decide what to do with you. I
think a call to the press should be first, then the police. You must be guilty
of assaulting this poor girl at the very least. I wonder how the law stands
with a view to lesbian rape?'

Both the women stood before her in silence. The first step to total obedience
was to instil fear. They seemed powerless to deal with the threats that hung
over them and Helen was pleased to have cowed them so quickly.

'Cat got your tongues? Well? Lucy? Catherine?'

'How..How do you know our names?' The dark woman stammered. Helen took an
educated guess that this, the more butch of the two, was Ms. Wood.

'Mistress knows everything Catherine. And I am Mistress here. You know that
don't you? Well?'

'What do you want? You can't..'

'Shut your mouth slut. You speak only to answer your Mistress. I am Mistress
here is that right?'

'Fuck you.'

Helen slapped her, once, across the face.

'OW! Yes!'

Helen struck her again on the other cheek.

'Yes what, bitch?'

'Yes Mistress.'

'Much better. And what about you Lucy? Are you ready to obey your beautiful
black Mistress?'

Helen took hold of Lucy's long blonde hair and wrapped it around her fist. She
pulled down hard forcing the young woman to look up into her face.

' OWW! Yes! Yes Mistress.'

'Good. Now lets have a good look at you both.'

She walked slowly round the two standing women. Catherine was tall, perhaps 5
feet ten, with a dark complexion. Her hair was cut short. It was black, as was
her abundant pubic hair. Helen was pleased to note that she didn't shave her
underarms and that there too the hair grew dark and thick. Her breasts were a
little too small for her Mistresses taste, but Lucy more than made up in that
department. Her large tits, at least a 36D thrust forward filling her bra to
overflowing. She was a head shorter than Catherine, her head bowed as she stood
silently in the bra and knickers. From behind, Helen took in a view of her
large firm arse. The pale flesh bulged around the edge of her black knickers.
Her straight blonde hair was long, reaching down to touch her bum.

'Lucy, you must be the whitest little slut I've ever seen. I will have to see
about getting some colour in those cheeks.' She pinched the girls face,
bringing an angry red mark to the pale skin. She placed her other hand on
Lucy's arse. 'And these cheeks too. Especially these'

She stepped away to look the two women over again.

'Fuckslut!'

'Yes Mistress?' Susan had been standing in the corner as she had been taught.

'Light me a cigarette. I think slut Catherine has some. Over there'

The girl took a packet from the bedside table. Removing a cigarette she placed
it carefully between her Mistress's red lips and lit it for her.

'You did very well tonight Fuckslut. I believe you deserve a reward. You will
have the honour of assisting me this evening. I have two new slaves and so just
for tonight you will be allowed to help your Mistress.'

'Oh thank you Mistress. It will be an honour.'

'You can start by fetching me that chair. Put it in the middle of the room.
That's right. Now then young Lucy. Come here and bend over the chair. I want a
good view of your pretty white arse. Hurry up now. You don't want me to have to
tell anyone about how you abused poor Fuckslut now do you?'

Lucy shuffled forward to stand behind the chair.

'What are you going to do?'

'What are you going to do Mistress. Never you mind slut. Just fucking do it
girl. Let's see your big white arse.'

The girl bent forward over the back of the chair.

'Now hold the legs. Fuckslut, tie her wrists with those stockings please.
That's very good. Now there's a pretty sight. A nasty little white dyke with
her arse in the air.'

'What do you think Catherine. Does it make you wet to see that. Do you like
spanking her bottom? Are you a hard bitch slapping your girlie's bum?'

'Yes Mistress. I spank her sometimes.'

'Well I'll show you what a real spanking is you stupid slut. Kneel in front of
her. I want you to see her face as I whip her arse. You only play bitch. I do
this for real.'

Catherine did as she was told, kneeling before the chair with her face inches
from Lucy's. Helen retrieved her crop from where she had left it by the door.

'I'm not sure now Catherine. Do I want to whip her bum? Or would should I whip
your tits instead?'

She stood behind the kneeling woman and drew the crop gently across her
nipples.

'You had better ask nicely if you want to spare your hard little titties. Well
bitch?'

'Please Mistress. Whip Lucy's arse. She deserves it. She started touching up
the girl.'

'You lying cow.'

'Please beat her Mistress. Please don't whip my tits. I'll do anything. I beg
you.'

'I can't refuse such an abject tart.'

'Oh thank you Mistress. Thank you.'

Helen moved slowly to stand behind the bending Lucy. She ran her hand gently
over the tightly stretched knickers.

'You do have a very pretty bum girl. I must have a proper look.'

She slipped her fingers under the waistband of the lacy black panties and
slowly pulled them down. Uncovering the pale white arse she pulled them further
sliding them down and removing them completely.

'What damp little panties. But we don't want to disturb the other guests now do
we slut?'

With that she rolled the sticky knickers into a tight ball and stuffed them
into Lucy's mouth. 'There now. It means you can't count for me but I'm sure
Catherine will do that. You will count the strokes and say "Thank You Mistress,
may Lucy have another?" after each one. Each time you forget you will get the
next stoke instead. Fuckslut, take that belt. Each time Catherine forgets her
count you will use it on her tits. Is that understood?' 'Oh yes Mistress.' 'So
if all my sluts are ready we shall begin.' Helen rested the crop for a moment
on Lucy's arse. It stood out stark black against the white skin. Then, drawing
back her arm, she brought the supple leather down across the girl's bum.
THWACK! Her arse tensed at the first kiss of the crop but Lucy's cry was
muffled by the creamy knickers in her mouth. An angry red weal appeared on the
pale tender flesh. 'One. Thank you Mistress. May Lucy have another' Catherine's
voice was little more than a whisper as she counted that first blow. She looked
into the bound girl's frightened face as she asked Helen to strike again. Helen
repeated the stroke.

THWACK!

'Two. Thank you Mistress. May Lucy have another? Three thank you Mistress.
Four, thank you Mistress'

The count rose as Helen laid into Lucy with the crop. The cheeks, once white,
were soon a mass of livid red stripes.

'Twenty, thank you Mistress.'

Helen noticed the rising pitch of Catherine's voice. Looking down she saw the
woman's fingers buried in her cunt. As Helen's pace increased then so did the
urgency of Catherine's masturbation.

'Susan. Take the belt and tie her hands. No slave of mine comes without her
Mistresses permission.' She paused in her beating while Susan secured the
woman's hands behind her back.

'You are not to touch any cunt unless I give you permission. Is that
understood?'

THWACK!

She brought the crop down with a vicious swipe across Catherine's breasts.

'OWWW! I'm sorry Mistress. I won't do it again I promise.'

'Then continue with your count.' Helen carried on where she had left off
applying another stroke to the girl bent double before her. Pitiful sobs shook
Lucy's bound body, though little sound escaped her knicker-stuffed mouth.

'Twenty one. Thank you Mistress. May Lucy have another' Catherine's voice was
almost a moan now, frustrated as she had neared her climax. She looked into her
lover's tear stained face as it rested on the chair before her, aroused by the
pain that crossed her features with each new blow. She had been so close to
coming before the maid had bound her hands, that her cunt was flooding and the
need to bring herself off was agonising.

THWACK!

'Thirty. Thank you Mistress. May Lucy have another.'

'No she may not. That's enough I think.' Helen lowered her arm finally to rest
at her side. She smiled as she admired her handiwork. The girl stood doubled
over the chair, her once white buttocks now blazing crimson with the marks of
her beating. It would be days before she could sit without pain and weeks
before the marks faded entirely. Her body still shook with muffled sobbing.
Catherine knelt, her hands still bound behind her and a look of lust across her
features as she studied her girlfriend's pain filled face.

'Cigarette, Fuckslut! Ahh that's good. Nothing better than a smoke after a job
well done.' She stroked Susan's hair as the young maid stood beside her. She
really was a pretty little bitch. She had arrived on work experience only two
weeks before and Helen had taken her the very first night. The girl had called
in at the office in the middle of the night and Helen just could not resist
that childish body in the pretty maids uniform. She had taken the girls
virginity with a dildo as she lay across the desk. Helen had a new slave from
that night and Susan had her new name.

'I'm very warm after that exercise. Unbutton my jacket Fuckslut.'

Susan unfastened her Mistress's severely cut jacket freeing the large hard tits
from their covering.

'Do you like my breasts Catherine? Would you like to touch your Mistress's big
black tits?'

'Yes Mistress. Oh yes I would love to.'

SMACK! Helen's hand shot out to strike Catherine across the face.

'Don't be ridiculous bitch. I wouldn't let a tart like you soil my pretty black
skin. Fuckslut, come here. You may kiss my tits. Do it well now. Show Catherine
how a real slave behaves.'

Susan bent to lick gently at her Mistress's nipple. Helen placed her hand on
the back of her slaves head pressing her tit hard into the girl's mouth.

'Suck it girl. Suck it hard' she reached down and pulled up the back of the
uniform skirt. The maid's shaven cunt now hovered tantalisingly only inches
from Catherine's face.

'Isn't that a pretty sight Catherine? Is she wet? Can you see the cream
glistening on her lips?'

She took a long drag on her cigarette and sneered at the kneeling slave.

'It's far too tasty for you girl. I'll not have your dirty mouth befouling my
Fuckslut's sweet little pussy. Where is your dildo Catherine? I'm sure you have
one somewhere. Well?'

'Under the pillow Mistress.'

'Enough now Fuckslut.' Pulling hard on the girl's hair she dragged the soft
mouth from her stiff nipple. Her hard tit glistened with saliva. 'Go fetch it
for me girl. Get me Catherine's cock.'

Susan returned to her Mistress's side carrying a large, flexible, strap on
dildo. Helen weighed it in her hand, stroking the rubbery length and running
her finger over the bulbous head.

'That's a very pretty cock Catherine. I'm sure we will be able to put it to
good use when the time comes. Now though I am feeling quite fatigued. I need a
sit down. You know how I like a good sit down, don't you Fuckslut?'

Susan blushed at the thought.

'Yes Mistress. Do you want me to assume the position?'

'Not you, you stupid little tart. You are my assistant for tonight not my seat.
Catherine will be my resting place. Get her ready girl.'

Susan entered into this new role of surrogate Mistress with relish. She placed
her patent clad foot in the centre of Catherine's chest and pushed her back
until she lay on the floor, her bound hands trapped painfully beneath her.

'That was very good Fuckslut. You are learning well. I may have to reward you
tonight. Now Catherine just lie still now while Mistress gets comfortable.'

Helen stood over the bound woman, her feet on either side of the beautiful
face. Hoisting up her skirt she revealed her favourite red panties.

'Open wide now bitch. Mistress wants to sit.'

She squatted down placing her knicker covered cunt over Catherine's open mouth
and settled her full weight on the naked lesbian's face.

'Now lick my panties slut. I want that tongue good and busy. Faster you slut
that's not good enough at all.'

She grabbed a handful of Catherine's short hair and ground her cunt hard into
the squashed face.

'That's better! Now keep that up until your Mistress tells you to stop. Get me
a smoke Fuckslut. Then I have a pleasant task for you. A very special reward
for your good behaviour.'

The little maid placed a cigarette between the scarlet lips of her Mistress.
Flicking the lighter she lit it and stood attentive, awaiting Helen's
instructions.

'I think we should see how young Lucy is getting on don't you Catherine? Oh of
course, you can't speak with your mouth full. Well we shall do so anyway. You
had better take those panties out of her mouth my little Fuckslut.'

Susan approached the younger of the two women. Lucy remained bound to the
chair. Her livid red arse cheeks pointing to the ceiling. Her body still shook
occasionally as a spasm of pain struck her, but she seemed calm and resigned.
Susan put her fingers into the girl's mouth and pulled out the soaking panties.

'Now Lucy. We can talk at last. Did you enjoy that little treat? The truth
now.'

'No. No I didn't.'

Helen blew a plume of smoke into the girl's face. 'No I didn't Mistress. No of
course you didn't. You weren't supposed to. I'm not here to give you pleasure
you silly slut Quite the reverse. I really enjoyed whipping that plump white
bum. But you do look quite pathetic there you know. Much too white to look
sexy. I can't see why Catherine here bothers with you. Still, you are in a very
useful position. What shall we do with you?'

'Please mistress I don't know.'

'No fucking imagination either. You are beneath my interest girl. But perhaps
Fuckslut could make some use of you.'

'If it would please you Mistress.' Whispered Susan.

'Ahhh Yess.' Helen moaned quietly as she squatted imperiously, rubbing her
pussy over Catherine's mouth. 'Keep it up bitch and I might just let you taste
my divine cunt. Yes it would please me. Here slave, take this.'

She handed the dildo to the maid.

'Well don't just stand there Fuckslut. You've seen me put one of these on often
enough. Fasten the straps. Hurry up! O come here and let me do it right.'

Susan approached her mistress with bowed head. As she stood in her black
uniform and white apron, Helen grasped the end of the harness strap and yanked
it hard. It pulled painfully tight, the leather biting into the flesh of her
thighs and bum.

'There. That's better. Turn around girl and let me look at you.'

The maid turned slowly around giving Helen a good view of her pretty figure.
She looked every inch the prefect maid, until, that is, one saw the thick pink
cock jutting from her groin. It thrust forward lifting her short skirt in
front, the tight black straps squeezing the soft flesh of her thighs into
strange new shapes.

'A very pretty slave!' Helen reached out a hand to stroke the thick rod. 'Now
show it to slut Lucy.'

The maid crossed to where the blonde waited bent, bound, over the chair. She
thrust her hips forward pushing her cock into the girl's face.

'Now Fuckslut, if you want your bitch to do your bidding then you must tell her
what you want. Tell her girl. Give your orders!'

Susan hesitated for a moment. Playing the dominant role was new to her. She had
spent the last two weeks learning to be her Mistress's sexual plaything.
Nothing was beyond her teacher's imagination and her humiliations, and
pleasures, had been many and varied. This though was a new game and one for
which she was unprepared. She decided quickly that the only way to proceed was
to follow the example of her Mistress. Grabbing hold of Lucy's hair she jerked
the bound woman's head up to look into her face.

'Don't just look at it cunt! Open wide and suck it. Eat my cock, bitch.'

Still gripping the long blonde hair she held Lucy in position as she pushed her
new cock between the soft lips and deep into her mouth.

'Come on cunt! Swallow it all.' She pressed further forward grinding her hips
as the full length of the dildo slid into Lucy's mouth and then her throat. The
girl gagged as the rubber balls came to rest against her face. Helen smiled to
her self as she watched her little slave taking on a new aspect. She felt proud
of her own abilities as a teacher pleasantly surprised at the hidden talents of
her pupil. Her pussy released a fresh tide of cream as she enjoyed the sight of
Fuckslut screwing Lucy's face. Her hand reached down to pull the crotch of her
knickers aside allowing Catherine's tongue to reach her naked cunt for the
first time.

'There you are slut. Now worship me with your mouth. I'm so juicy watching
Fuckslut pushing her cock down your girlfriends throat. Oh! But of course you
can't see can you? You will just have to use your imagination. Do you have a
good imagination Catherine?' She laughed, and the sound changed into a moan as
the woman beneath her rammed her tongue deeper between the lips of Helen's
cunt.

'Ahhhh! Good slut. You have a talent for this. Mmmmm, now Fuckslut I think that
she has had enough to eat. It is time for a change. Fuck her girl. Put your
pretty prick up her hole.'

'Can I Mistress? O thank you. Thank you Mistress.'

'Go on then don't wait around. Tell your slave what your are doing.'

Pulling her cock from Lucy's mouth, Susan watched as the girl gasped for
breath. A long thread of saliva ran from the head of the strap-on to Lucy's wet
mouth.

'I enjoyed that Lucy. Was it good for you?' She jerked the girl's head up once
more by the hair. 'Well? Say thank you.'

'Thank you Mistress.'

'And?'

'I enjoyed sucking your cock Mistress.'

'That's better Cunt. That's your name now. I think it suits you. What is your
name?'

'C-cunt Mistress.' Lucy was sobbing now as Susan maintained a painful grip on
her hair. She released it suddenly and Lucy's head dropped.

'Enough playing now Fuckslut. Fuck her. Fuck the dirty little bitch.' She
shifted her bum on Catherine's face. 'As for you I tire of your tongue in my
cunt. Kiss my arse now. I want to feel your tongue up my arsehole. Come on!
Deep now.' Helen pressed down harder, impatient with her new slave. Catherine
moaned beneath her in protest. Helen gripped the woman's nipples and twisted
them viciously. A muffled scream emerged from somewhere under her squatting
bum, but she felt Catherine's long tongue push past her anus and enter her
arsehole. She began to grind herself harder than ever on the face as her
pleasure rose to greater heights but she maintained her fierce grip on her
slave's tits.

'That's better. Now eat my arse while my Fuckslut screws your bitch.'

Susan was poised now behind Lucy's spread thighs. She paused for a moment.

'What are you waiting for?' A sudden smile crossed her face. 'Decisions,
decisions. Which hole is it to be, eh girl? Cunt's cunt or Cunt's bum? Well
fuck them both you silly bitch! She's waiting.'

The maid giggled and took hold of her rubber cock. Rubbing it over the lips,
she teased Lucy's pussy, coating the head with a glistening sheen of juice.

'Open your cunt Cunt. Here it comes.'

Lucy let out a scream as Susan slipped her cock to the hilt into the waiting
pussy. The little maid ground her sex against the burning bum cheeks, glowing
with the stripes of the earlier beating.

'That's very, mmmmm, very good. Fuck her deep. Ohhh this one is sucking my arse
very well. Very well indeed. OHHHH! Here it comes. Here it comes now. AHHHH
Shit! Eat it! I'm coming. My pretty black cunt is coming on your face. AHHHHHH!
'

An intense orgasm wracked the Mistress's body as she watched her Fuckslut
screwing young Lucy while Catherine buried her tongue to the limit in her arse.
Her come built and built as she pressed ever harder on the face beneath her.
She released her grip on the woman's nipples and moved her hands to her own
tits. A final great spasm tore through her body as she soaked the face of the
girl beneath her, first with a flood of thick cream and then as she lost all
control, with a stream of hot piss.

'Ahhh that's sooo good! Drink it all down girl. Swallow it bitch.'

Slowly her orgasm ebbed, her breathing slowing. Looking up she saw Susan frozen
in position, her cock still to the hilt in Lucy's dripping sex, as she watched
her Mistress's cream and urine running down over Catherine's face. Lucy too
stared in wonder and horror at the sight.

'That was very pleasant slaves.' Helen raised her self slowly from Catherine's
face and stood looking down on her from her full, commanding height. 'But what
a mess. I must clean up.'

Picking up one of the women's discarded blouses she wiped between her legs.
Then kneeling she took hold of Catherine's head and turned her face toward Lucy
and Susan.

'Isn't that a pretty sight, Bitch? My own dear little Fuckslut with her cock
buried up your girlfriend. Does it make you hot, bitch. Does it make you
creamy?' She thrust a finger roughly into Catherine's cunt. 'Answer me girl!'

'Ohhh. Yes, yes Mistress it makes me very wet.'

'So I see. Come along Fuckslut. We're waiting. You had something else to do,
didn't you?'

'Yes Mistress. Shall I do it now?'

'Of course, slut. We don't have all night to wait for you. Now watch this
Catherine. Go to it Fuckslut. Make your Mistress proud.'

Susan pulled her cock from Lucy's pussy and held it for a moment admiring it's
shiny, wet length. Then, moving forward again she slipped two fingers into
Lucy, scooping a thick load of cream from her depths. This she rubbed around
the girl's tight arsehole before pressing the head of her dildo firmly forward
against the opening.

'I'm going to fuck your arse Cunt. Look please Mistress. I'm going to fuck
Cunt's bum.'

Helen sat astride Catherine's breasts, still holding her face. As the two of
them watched, they saw Lucy's face contort with pain as the thick rubber cock
slipped suddenly past the tight muscles guarding the entrance to her arse.

'Oh Jesus! It hurts. O please stop. Please.'

'Shut up Cunt. Don't you dare speak to your Mistress like that.'

She grabbed the long blonde hair, jerking the girl's head up.

'Now say sorry.' She pulled viciously at the long soft hair, causing a howl of
pain.

'I'm sorry Mistress. Really I am.'

Susan thrust her prick roughly and repeatedly into Lucy's burning arse before
jamming it one last time into the very depths. She stopped then and loosened
the straps. Stepping back she left Lucy impaled on the dildo and walked around
in front of her. Moving closer she sat herself on the chair, her pussy pressed
against Lucy's face and her fingers entwined in the blond tresses.

'Well what are you waiting for Cunt. Eat my pussy you dirty little slut. Make
Mistress come.'

She pressed the girl's mouth hard into her crotch and rubbed her sex against
the sobbing face.

'Use your tongue, Cunt. Eat me or you will be sorry.'

Helen sat across Catherine both watching in awe as the previously meek little
maid brought herself off on Lucy's unwilling tongue. The sound of Susan's moans
was reaching a crescendo as she fucked herself on Lucy's face.

'Ohhhh Yes. Look Mistress. I'm fucking Cunt's dirty little mouth. She isn't
calling you a black bitch now. Please Mistress, may I come?'

Helen was pleased that even now Fuckslut knew better than to come without her
Mistress's permission.

'Yes Fuckslut. You may come. Give the foulmouthed slut a taste of your cream.'
She smiled proudly as she watched her pupil. The maid sat with Lucy's wet
tearful face buried between her legs as the girl's arse wriggled in the air.
The thick rubber cock still projected from her bum, it's straps dangling
against her well marked arse cheeks. The permission of her Mistress was all
Susan needed to release the pent-up lust that had been building since she had
first entered the women's room. Her hoarse cries filled the room as she came,
soaking Lucy's face with her cream.

At last she became still, her breath slowing and the tension draining from her
body.

'Thank you Mistress. Did I do well.'

'You did very well Fuckslut. Mistress is almost proud of you. Now get off that
dirty girl's face.' Helen had risen, finally freeing Catherine's bound wrists.
She replaced her jacket and smoothed down her skirt. 'Come along now Fuckslut.
You have lots of work to catch up with. And tidy your self up! You look a
mess.'

Helen turned for the door pulling Susan along behind her. The girl paused and
picked up something from the floor.

'What have you got there girl? Come along. Show me!'

Susan held out her hand. Dangling from her finger were Lucy's crumpled, wet
panties. 'Please Mistress, may I keep them?'

'What's this then Fuckslut? A trophy?'

Susan looked up at her Mistress with adoring eyes.

'Yes Fuckslut. You may keep them. But don't let this evening go to your head. I
will have to remind you very soon just who is the Mistress here.'

She smiled at Susan and a shiver ran down the girl's spine.

Reaching the door, Helen turned and surveyed the room. Lucy was left sobbing,
tied to the chair and stuffed with the rubber prick. Catherine lay where Helen
had left her. Her fingers, now freed, had moved to her cunt and she masturbated
herself feverishly. Helen sneered down at her.

'Dirty bitch! When you have quite finished perhaps you should sort out your
girlfriend. Come Fuckslut!'

Opening the door she pushed Susan outside and followed, closing the door firmly
behind her.

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