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Jane – Chapter 18
The closer I got to the couch the more my shame grew. I could see his
cum oozing out of her. Ted was still stimulating her clit and she was moving
her hips with his rhythm. Her entire crotch was red and swollen from the
pounding she had received. It was killing me inside that because of me she
was about to get more; a lot more.
Ted was alternating his gaze between my chest and his fingers.
Amanda squealed as he roughly shoved his thumb inside her as I got close.
“So you want some of Big Ted Jane? Or should I just call you Slut?
Got to be Slut because only a Slut would give up her daughter like that, you
do that for everyone or am I special?”
The venom in his voice had to be pent up hostility from the years that I
treated him like crap and a healthy dose of his current wife’s bullshit to boot.
Still, accepting the humiliation would keep Amanda and me out of the chair
so it was worth it even if she didn’t understand why.
“So when do you get on your back and spread your legs Jane?”
“She can’t until she puts on a show for us tomorrow Uncle Ted.”
“Who said that? Is this that Mistress Emily broad?”
“Yes Uncle Ted, it is. She controls Jane and she has given her specific
orders for today.”
“Well what if I don’t want to hear about anybody’s fucking orders?
Who here is going to stop me? YOU?? I doubt that.”
I could see the anger rising in him; the funny thing is that it didn’t seem
to faze Rachael a bit. Her smile never wavered.
“Well Uncle Ted it will be me and I have two good reasons. You want
to hear them?”
“Yea Sweet Cheeks, enlighten me. Before I lose my temper and slap
that smile right off your face.”
“Well dear Uncle Ted, actually there are three now. One, I have some
pictures taken with this camera that somehow made it to my sisters email
while you were busy fucking your niece. IF you decide that you don’t need
to pay attention to what I am saying they will be shipped to your soon to be
ex wife. What do you think that will do to the divorce settlement?”
“Two is pretty simple, Amanda, sit up.”
Slightly dazed she still followed Rachael’s command and sat up on the
couch. Ted had stopped playing with her when all this started so she was not
as distracted, but you looked into her eyes and you could see the lust was
still there.
“Amanda, what are we going to tell 911?” Her hesitation hung in the
air. “Amanda?”
“911, my uncle just raped me.”
“WHAT THE FUCK!!!”
“Yup Uncle Ted that would be very bad, don’t you think? Think
anyone would believe your story? I doubt it and everyone here would be on
the same page. You would be class ‘A’ fucked.”
Ted shoulders visibly slumped as he digested what Rachael said.
Odds were if the story was right he would be screwed. Even if it went down
OK for him on the rape, the divorce thing would blow up on him with or
without the pictures when the soon to be ex found out. Rachael had him and
she knew it. The smile disappeared from her face and replacing it was the
same face of anger and hate I had seen residing deep inside several times
before. She raised herself off the chair and slowly extended herself toward
him as the last part was literally spit in his direction.
“Lastly, Uncle Ted, one hand on me would bring down a dozen
young, strong frat brothers on you. I can totally guarantee that you would
suck soup through a straw for months if I didn’t cut your fucking body up
and throw it in the lake. You get my point you old fuck!!!”
By the time she was done she was inches from his face and I could
smell the fear on him. Her rage had nothing to do with me and I was scared
silly. I could imagine how he felt. She stayed in that position for a minute,
studying him, and then slowly the smile came back to her face as she sat
back down. Within minutes her demeanor was back to the calm happy
Rachael.
“That said; no reason that we have to get ugly here. There are only two
real rules Uncle Ted. One is that Jane’s cunt is off limits till at least
tomorrow. The other is that we have to have some more fun today. Can we
do that Uncle Ted?”
Looking at him was like looking at a man going into shock. Sadly I
knew that look and the feeling that came with it.
“Sure, Jeez, no need to get crazy on me. Never let it be said that Big
Ted doesn’t know when HE’S got it good. I ain’t gonna rock the boat. I was
just askin for Christ sakes, no need to get your panties all in a bunch.”
“Good; as long as we have all that settled lets have some fun. Would
you like a little girl/girl show Uncle Ted? I am horny as hell now.”
“Sure babe sure whatever you want.”
“Mrs. D., come back here and let’s have some fun. Why don’t you
take off my suit and give me some head.”
“Yes Rachael.”
I stood up and moved to her as she stood up. Untying her top she
flung it on the chair and stepped out of her bottoms, twirling around. Her
body was truly spectacular. Amanda moved in close to Ted and rested her
hand on his cock as Rachael stretched out on the floor in front of them. She
looked at me and wiggled her finger at me.
I moved down to her and got in position to eat her but she pulled my
head up to hers.
“No Mrs. D, we have to give Uncle Ted a show. Start at the top and
take your time on the way down.”
I nibbled on her ears working my way around her neck. She whispered
in my ear to get Mandy busy.
“Amanda you need to work on Uncle Ted. Get his cock hard again
Honey. I want to watch him fuck you again.”
She gave me a funny look but shook her yes. She wrapped her hand
around his flaccid cock and stroked it slowly.
I returned my attention to Rachael, kissing her deeply before moving
down her neck. I spent time around each breast, nibbling and kissing before
starting in on the nipples. I could see Amanda’s hand starting to get Ted’s
cock hard as I did the same to Rachael’s nipples, working down one side
and up the other before moving down the center to her navel. Using my
tongue to trace a line down past her pussy to her knee and back up.
Rachael sighed as I licked and nibbled her lips, running my tongue
around her clit before flicking it to try and get a response from her. All it took
was for me to start licking and teasing her clit in the way I already knew she
liked. Soon she was moving and moaning.
“Jane you are one kinky slut. Look at you chew on that pussy. I didn’t
know you were a lezzy too. Come on lick that slit you Slut. Get me really
hard so I can pump your princess’s cunt full again.”
I glanced up but didn’t respond to his taunts. I wanted to make sure
that I pleased Rachael. Even keeping Amanda busy took a backseat to that as
she came closer to orgasm. Her orgasm started and her fluids began to flow,
no spraying this time, but she looked down after a minute and smiled at me,
pleased with my efforts. She pulled my face close to hers and kissed me in a
way that showed tenderness that she had never displayed before to me. She
got very close to my ear before whispering.
“Good job Mrs. D., now go get Amanda busy with that cock.”
She released me and I moved to the couch.
“Amanda; get up on your hands and knees for Uncle Ted so he can
fuck you from behind.”
His cock was fairly hard from her hand job and as she turn and faced
her ass toward him I took it in my mouth to finish the job so he could fuck
her.
“Oh Jane, you can suck cock baby.”
As I sucked him to rock hardness he used his finger on Amanda.
Slowly running first one then two fingers in and out of her he had her meeting
his thrusts in no time. Ted pushed me back and got up on his knees, pausing
as his cock reached her opening.
“You want me to fuck her so bad you line it up and guide it in Jane.
Help me fuck your little slut.”
I grabbed it and got the head of his cock wet and slick with her
secretions. As I lined it up with her hole, Ted moved his hips forward sliding
the now rigid cock deeper inside Amanda. He kept up, slow and steady, until
he was almost totally buried inside her. Amanda just grunted as his stroke
stopped about an inch short. He was obviously as far in her as he could go
butting up against her cervix.
“I’m going balls deep Jane. You wanted me to fuck her and I’m gonna
do it right.”
He pulled back and slowly moved until he was buried again. Amanda
was moaning loud as he took his time fucking her. It took a while but he
started to pick up speed very slowly. At the down stroke he would push his
hips a little harder bumping against the end of her vagina, each time bringing a
squeal from Amanda of pain and pleasure. As his speed increased he pushed
harder each time trying to drive into her cervix. Amanda tried to go forward
on the couch to escape his assault but he pushed her face down and drove
harder still.
“Please Uncle TED….ITS TOO BIG STOPPPPPPP …… GOD
MOMMAAAAA HELP MEEE…..”
My heart sank as I could only watch as he drove harder and harder
until she screamed as he succeeded in completely burying himself inside her.
Pausing for a second to look at me and Rachael with an evil leer he began to
slam himself in her defenseless cunt each time harder than the last. Amanda
screams tapered of the low moans and grunts at each violation. The worst
part was that Ted, having come twice already today had amazing staying
power.
Ted grabbed Amanda by the shoulders and used the leverage to slam
even harder into her on each down stroke becoming savage in his attempt to
take out his rage on her little body. She was reduced to a gurgling sound in
her throat as he continued his defilement, his balls slapping against her clit in
a rapid fire fashion. I watched her little tits bouncing forward and back,
nipples rock hard, as he seemed to go harder into her with each stroke.
He fucked her non stop like that for almost a half hour before he made
one last vicious stroke and shot his cum directly inside her womb. Amanda
barely registered it as her eyes had glazed over a while ago. She had at least
one orgasm I saw during the session and was totally out of it, flopping flat on
the couch when he released his grip. Sitting back himself he was huffing and
puffing, sweating profusely because of his energy output.
Rachael pushed me forward. I knew what she wanted, to clean his
cock. I looked at Amanda to insure she was OK and cleaned his slime
covered cock. After ten minutes of cleaning it did not respond at all to my
tongue and neither did he, sitting placidly, watching me.
“You like eating your own daughters cum Jane? How about my cum
Jane, you like that too? Well if you want anything out of him Jane you are
going to have to wait. She got all I have, hell woman I’m 50, three times in
one day is some kind of record. Give me a break will ya?”
Remembering what Mistress Emily told me I hated myself for what I
was about to say but I really didn’t have a choice. I could bear to look either
of them in the eye so I lowered my head.
“Well Ted maybe you have a friend you can call to take care of
Amanda.”
I finally looked up at him because he didn’t respond to my statement.
He was looking down at me with an incredulous look on his face.
“You want me to call a friend over to fuck your daughter? After that
she don’t need fucking she needs a doctor. In case you weren’t paying
attention she just got her brains fucked out by yours truly.”
“I know Ted but she needs more. Don’t you know anyone here you
could call?”
“Well I got old army buddy that I saw the last time I was here but
that’s about it.”
“You should call him.”
“Fuck that, this is too weird for me I’m going to take a shower. You
want her fucked more you fuck her.”
With that he got up and went upstairs. I looked at Rachael not sure
what to do. She knew what I was told by Emily and I was hoping for some
sympathy. I got none.
“I guess your fucked Mrs. D.”
With that she called Emily and told her all the details of what happened
even sending her a picture or two she took with her phone. She smiled as she
handed the phone to me.
“Yes Mistress I’m here.”
“You can’t do anything right can you? I gave you one simple
instruction and you are screwing it up. Well I guess you will be spending
some chair time in the near future. The worst part is that poor Amanda is
going to pay for your incompetence also. She could have been having fun
and you screwed it all up for her, you should be ashamed of yourself. You
have anything to say Slut?”
“No Mistress.” What could I say? Nothing I could say or do would
stop the punishment she was going to deal out.
“Well we have to go to Donna’s in two weeks anyway so we will
punish you then. Anyway I told you to keep a dick in her so Rachael is
getting you a strap on. If you can’t find anyone to do it then you will have to
do it yourself.”
I had nothing to say to that. Now to compound my shame I was going
to have to use a dildo on my poor Amanda. She had not moved since Ted
finished with her and was resting with an angelic look on her face. Not for
long.
“Yes Mistress.”
“I want you to do her for one hour straight, no less and no stopping. I
don’t care if the Pope stops by; you keep fucking her. Then you can
continue on with your evening. Don’t screw this up or you will really regret it.
Give the phone to Rachael.”
I turned and Rachael was behind me. She had a big dildo on some
kind of harness in her hand. I traded the phone for it and she finished her
conversation with Emily. I had no idea how to get it on. Really I just wanted
to run. I couldn’t do this.
Rachael hung up with Emily and took the harness from me. She started
strapping it on without a word. It was a complicated thing and she had a little
trouble getting everything in its proper place, but after a few minutes it was
snuggly around my hips.
When she finished, a slap on my still tender ass told me it was time to
get on the couch. Although the dildo looked pretty big I didn’t think it was as
long as Ted’s cock, just maybe a little thicker. I hoped that it wouldn’t hurt
her too much.
Rachael reached from behind me and smeared a clear lube on the dildo
and Amanda’s cunt. She stirred at the contact; well it was more of just a
grunt. At least I knew that she was conscious. Rachael reached under the
tightly bound harness and fiddled with something. Soon the end of the dildo
sprang to life as she turned on a vibrator that was located at the end of the
dildo that was pressed tight against me. It was not inside me but resting
directly on my pelvic bone. The vibrations flew everywhere inside me,
inflaming my clit. I clenched my teeth at the sensation.
OK all set Mrs. D. lets get going. You heard your Mistress, one hour
straight and no cuming for you.”
That was a losing battle and I knew it. No way could I stand the
humiliation and the vibration for an hour. Lining up the tip of the dildo was
hard as Amanda was too low. Rachael helped me to bring her knees up
toward her chest. Her ass and cunt rose to a level where I could push the
dildo inside her.
Scooting my knees forward I plunged the dildo half way inside her.
Amanda’s eyes flew open at the intrusion. She looked back at me with a
confused stare. I pulled back and pushed forward trying to build a rhythm. It
was far harder than guys made it look to get the right motion.
“Mom, what are you doing? Stop I’m too sore!”
“I’m sorry honey I can’t. I have to do this for an hour. I’ll try to be
gentle OK.”
Amanda looked to Rachael for help but she just shrugged her
shoulders. No help was to be had and Amanda knew it. It took 5 or 10
minutes for her to stop whining about the pain and start moaning from the
pleasure. I had figured out a rhythm and was slowly stroking the dildo in and
out of her. The sweat was starting to pour off me. Even though I was in far
better shape now than a month ago an hour of this would be all I could do.
Bigger problem was the buzzing of the vibrator, it was driving me crazy.
Twenty minutes in and Amanda had her first orgasm. I knew what time
it was because Rachael was calling it out in 5 minute increments. Her scream
brought Ted down from upstairs.
“Jane you crazy Slut, you grew a DICK!!! HA HA HA HA ….”
Rachael laughed at his joke also. His humiliation and the incessant
buzzing of the vibrator built to such a crescendo that I lost control and could
not stop from cuming.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…………
…………..”
My hips bucked and sent the dildo deep in Amanda triggering another
orgasm in her as the vibrator wedged itself against her clit. It took forever for
mine to end and for me to get started in motion again. When I gathered my
senses again and started fucking I noticed Rachael was on the phone. My
fate was sealed, she was telling Emily. I could see it by the glee in her face as
she talked and watched me. She said nothing to me when she hung up,
preferring to let me twist in the wind. All she did was push forward with her
hips as a signal to me to pick up the pace.
I continued on this way for 30 more minutes before almost all of my
energy was spent. Amanda had been begging me to stop for the last 10
minutes or so as the pain was mounting for her, still her cunt remained well
lubricated. Rachael looked at me and tapped her watch to tell me I had time
left. My pace slowed but somehow I finished the last ten minutes before
collapsing when Rachael told me I could stop. I was bathed in a sheet of
sweat; nothing Charles or Donna had me do was any harder than this.
The dildo made a plopping sound when I fell back away from Amanda
and she moved forward away from me. Sitting down with her legs spread
you could see the angry red her entire crotch region had become from its
abuse. I would have tried to explain but she looked like she was in no mood
to hear it so I remained silent, felling silly sitting there with the huge dildo
sticking straight up in the air.
Rachael and Ted clapped at the end of my performance like I had
really done something special.
“Mandy you want to go take a shower and clean up for me?”
Amanda nodded and moved upstairs. She had to walk bowlegged in
an effort to relieve the pain between her legs. I felt so bad for her but could
do nothing.
“Oh Mrs. D. you’ve been a naughty girl today. You failed your
Mistress twice in a row and she is not happy. You go take a shower also and
put one of your outfits on; we are going to Em’s tonight at 8.”
I complied and jumped into my shower with genuine fear starting to
grow. I knew that this was going to be hard. She had set me up to fail and I
had done exactly what she figured I would do. I am betting that the
punishment for my transgressions had already been considered before they
occurred. A hint of steel grew deep inside me. I could take anything she
threw at me. I would be strong, not give in to her. If I survived the chair
nothing she could do would be worse. Besides the chair was at Mistress
Donna’s house and Emily didn’t have one, I hoped. So maybe she spanked
me, it would hurt but I would not break down. I would show her.
Putting on the dress and moving back to the kitchen brought a hint of
weakness to my steely resolve. Easy to talk about it but the time was rapidly
approaching and it would be harder to maintain when it was in my face.
I made a light dinner for everyone. Rachael gave me specific orders
not to eat anything. I was starving but resisted temptation to sneak a few bites
as I cooked. I stood by as they ate. Amanda was wearing her pink crop top
and heels. The bright red color visible between her legs was a testament to
the pounding she had received today.
“Amanda, go upstairs and get your skirt on. You are coming with us.
Sorry Uncle Ted, we are stepping out on you but we will be back soon.”
“Don’t worry about it sweet cheeks I am beat from today. I’m gonna
veg out and watch some tube, maybe check in early tonight. Tomorrow is
another day.”
Amanda came back in a skirt that was more of a belt than a skirt. Any
movement made a swishing with the dress that exposed her cunt and ass. She
had the same tight crop top on exposing her belly and you could see her
nipples through the thin fabric. We headed out the front door past Ted to
Rachael’s car.
I got in back and pulled my skirt up around my waist, Amanda did the
same in the front seat. I played with my cunt during the entire ride but felt
very little stimulation. The steel inside me was getting weaker by the minute. I
was afraid I would run when she finally turned into the driveway.
But I didn’t, I resolved to do it as proudly as I could, even if the
neighbors saw me and my daughter dressed in public like two cheap
hookers. Rachael walked up to the door and opened it for us. I moved inside
and immediately stripped. Amanda looked at Rachael uncertain of her role.
“Naked too Mandy, any time you come here.”
She quickly stripped and hung her clothes next to mine. We moved
behind Rachael and found Emily in the living room dressed in sweat pants
and t-shirt. She was reading some magazine and didn’t even look up at us as
we entered. I moved to her and assumed my display position while Rachael
took Amanda and sat on the couch.
After a minute Emily set the magazine down and looked up at me. I
could see a burning in her eyes that I hadn’t seen since her dealing with
Adam the first night we met; and it scared me to the core.
She didn’t say a word. She stood and pulled out two Velcro bands
that had thick metal rings attached and wrapped them around each wrist.
When she finished she produced two more and placed them on my ankles.
Calmly she led me to the wall where I noticed that huge steel hooks
were embedded in four spots. From the hook eyelets were attached and she
clipped them to my rings on the Velcro cuffs. I was spread-eagled on the
wall. The hooks were far enough apart that my feet were almost as wide as
they could be and my hands hooked high enough that I had to raise up on my
toes to release the pressure on my shoulders.
She left the room only to return in a moment with the inflatable gag I
had worn at Donna’s the day of the chair. She stopped in front of Amanda
and blew it up for her to see how it worked. I really wasn’t sure if she was
trying to teach her or scare her. I know she scared me.
Strapped tightly in place she pumped the bulb a few times inflating it
some but not much. Finally she moved a chair close and ran a rope from the
ceiling through my ring on my collar, effectively hanging me if I didn’t
support my own weight. It also made my head stay up perfectly straight.
Emily stepped back to review her handiwork. I was totally without
movement that would not cause me pain. My legs were already starting to
cramp and hanging from my neck and shoulders was not an option. To make
it worse she grabbed the bulb of the gag and pumped until I thought she was
intentionally trying to break my jaw bone. My moan of pain was reduced to
nothing more than a breath of a whimper.
“There, now that’s better. Amanda come here please. I had Rachael
bring you here for two reasons. One, I wanted you to understand that the
game part of this is over. This is very real as you will soon learn. Two, your
slut mom here failed me in two tasks I had given her. I want you to see the
price she will pay in the hopes that you will be a good girl and never ever
suffer the same fate. Now go sit down with Rachael and don’t make a
sound.”
I could see the fear register in Amanda’s eyes as she scurried back to
the couch and the protection of Rachael. She huddled tight and Rachael
covered her in a big sisterly way. Actually what scared me the most was that
even Rachael had stopped smiling.
“Now to you, you stupid Cunt, did I or did I not tell you to keep
Ted’s dick inside her all day long and if he couldn’t do it find someone who
would? Truth is you failed at that didn’t you? So I gave you a chance to
make up for it and fuck her yourself, you couldn’t do that either, could you?
To top it all off you had an ORGASM when I told you that you couldn’t
EVER do that again.”
Her ‘EVER’ was punctuated with the most viscous nipple twisting I
had ever experienced. The white hot flash of pain almost made me lose
control of my bladder. She held on for the next sentence or two.
“I have been too generous with you, but now Bitch you are going to
feel what it is like to piss me off. You fucked up three times today. So each
time is going to cost you 100 strokes of the paddle and to finish it off, 10
strokes each with the cane. You want to know where I’ll bet. Let’s see, how
about 100 on each tit and 100 directly on your cunt. The cane will go on your
ass. Want to see the paddle?”
She released my nipples and moved back to her chair. Reaching down
on the side she produced what looked like a modified ping pong paddle. The
rubber face had been removed and the wood was highly polished. Several
holes were drilled in the face and the sides of the paddle were cut off so that
the paddle portion was about one inch wider than the handle. Mistress Emily
took several cuts in the air to demonstrate how bad this was going to be.
I tried to get loose but to no avail. The steel inside me had been
replaced with the white hot fear of knowing what was going to happen to me.
Still I had very little movement without choking myself to death so I was
stuck. She set the paddle down and took off her t-shirt, leaving her in a
sports bra and sweat pants. Picking up the paddle she looked at Rachael and
told her to count.
No hesitation and no mercy were shown and no further theatrics were
used. Moving to the side Mistress Emily reared back and stuck my left
breast. The explosion of pain actually took a second to register as my body
tried to buffer the shock. I had very little ability to breathe as it was and the
pain almost took all of that away. The paddle came swift, fast and hard.
WHACK……WHACK ……WHACK…….WHACK………
WHACK …….. WHACK ….WHACK ….. WHACK…..
By the time Mistress Emily took a short break my tit had turned a deep
red. Tears ran freely down my face. I have no way to describe the pain.
Words are not even close to adequate. She delivered the next fifty in a rapid
fire manner. First on the bottom, then the sides, then the front, then back
again. What the blows lacked in power they made up in speed and ferocity.
Fortunately the area went numb from the pounding so while painful without
description I was able to tolerate it without passing out and hanging myself.
Emily stopped at 100 and my tit was well on its way to the ugly purple
color it would be in a few hours. She had started a light sweat from the
exertion. Poor Amanda had a look of horror on her face.
“Well now Slut you still think it was a good idea to fuck with me. Next
tit, here we go.
The first one hurt like hell but as the blows rained down on the second
it joined the other one and went kind of numb. Problem was the vibration of
the strikes caused pins and needles to go off the other side of my chest as
the pain from the first beating started to come alive in a major way.
She paused again at fifty and I could see the exertion starting to work
on her. But there was no stopping her, she switched hands and continued my
beating until 100 had been delivered.
Tears flowed freely as Emily stepped back and let the agony of the
punishment sink in. My whole chest was deep red and it was so painful to
take a single breath was a major effort. The longer time wore on the more
painful it got and the numbness was replaced with the beating of my heart,
each beat driving fresh pain to my brain. The gag strangled off a scream as
she roughly handled the beaten flesh of my tits. Pawing and squeezing under
and around until she was satisfied that the full force of feeling had returned.
She moved to the couch and sat down next to a frightened Amanda.
“No need to be scared child. This will never happen to you unless you
make it happen. Neither Rachael nor I want this kind of thing. Your little slut
mommy brought it on herself by not following the rules. You can follow the
rules can’t you?”
Amanda was far too deep in shock to even speak. She just nodded
and crouched tighter into Rachael. I was watching this in pure agony as I
danced on my toes trying not to strangle myself while taking shallow breaths
to minimize the pain each one caused in my chest.
Mistress Emily got up and came to me, removing the cord attached to
my collar. It made things slightly better for me as the leg muscles got a
chance to relax and breathing was easier.
“Can’t have you go and do something stupid like strangle yourself can
we? Besides after the next session you would beg me to beat your tits again.
Here we go.”
Standing to one side she swung the paddle underhand directly into my
crotch. I landed with a splat sound and while it drove me on my tiptoes with
the pain but it was nothing like my chest, as my battered tits bounced when
the paddle struck, sending new waves of pain cascading across my body.
But then I didn’t know how this would work for the next 99. I didn’t
understand why it seemed that she was not putting the full force behind the
next two or three but I wasn’t complaining.
Mistress Emily stopped and ran her fingers down my slit and back up.
My clit was engorged with blood and peaked out of its hood. She continued
to finger it until I thought that I would actually cum, but then she stopped and
a satisfied look came over her face.
OK Slut now we are ready to begin.”
SPLAT …….. SPLAT …….SPLAT……. SPLAT …… SPLAT…
The full horror of what she had done started to hit me. Her strikes
were now landing directly on my super sensitive clit and her pace and
intensity increased with each stroke of the paddle until her feet were coming
off the floor as the paddle landed.
Nothing in my life to this date could have prepared me for the pain that
exploded in my brain. Again there are no words adequate to describe it. By
the time I heard Rachael say 30 I could no long see, my vision fading to grey.
Each strike of the paddle brought a fresh round of agony, no numbing to
ease the burden this time. Everything went blank sometime after I heard 40.
A strong pungent odor snapped me back. I moved to get away from it
and slammed my head against the wall. I came back to the world and realized
that I was still chained to the wall.
“Welcome back Slut. You got to 49 before you left. I give you one
more minute to get up on your feet before I start again. You have 51 more to
go.”
The words sank in and the pain called from my chest as I figured out
that as I passed out I was crucified, my feet no longer supporting my weight.
It took me a minute to struggle and get them under me but I did it. When I
was settled she started right back in and the pain kept compounding.
I heard 70 and all I wanted to do was die. If she would have stopped
and asked me I would have gladly chosen death over 30 more. Of course she
didn’t ask and I continued to endure the punishment. I started to float outside
of myself, like I was watching it from a distance. My body was convulsing
with each new stroke. I stayed there, floating, for the last ten when my body
could no longer support its own weight and hung from my wrists and
shoulders as she added all her remaining strength into each one of them.
When she stepped back to look at her work I thought I might get my
wish and die as it was almost impossible to breathe in this position and I did
not have the strength to do anything about it, I hung limp, barely conscious,
sipping air through my nose like it was fine wine. She had beaten the will to
live out of me.
After a minute I felt a gentle arm on my back supporting me. Breathing
became easier as my weight was no longer mine to support. They
dragged/carried me to a wooden bench on the other side of the room and lay
me across it on my stomach. I heard the clicks as the restraints were attached
somewhere on the bench.
The hands disappeared and I was left to my misery. The feeling was
coming back in my body and the sharp ache I felt covered every inch of my
flesh. I was not prepared for the white hot pain that accompanied the
swishing sound coming from behind me.
‘CRACK’
Every muscle in my body tensed as the first strike of the cane came on
the top of my ass. It brought me back from the dreamland I had gone to
during the paddle ordeal and quickly. The stinging, burning feeling radiated
through me, cramping every muscle.
‘CRACK’
The second blow landed just below the first and I howled into the gag.
The pain burned into my soul. Fresh tears that I didn’t think I had flowed
freely. I became convinced that after the third lash of the cane I would not
leave the condo alive. The other indignities that had been done up to this
point did not compare to the white hot pain that the cane seared into me.
By the fifth stroke I had left myself again. The pain was there but back
in a place where it didn’t seem to hurt me anymore. I watched myself from
above and Emily brought the cane down again, my body shuddered and
convulsed in agony. Angry red welts were appearing in each spot the cane
kissed. My convulsions slowed as Emily rested a second before delivering
the last three blows in rapid succession. Blackness closed in on me and
things were quiet for a long time.
The world pressed back in on me and struggling to lift my eyelids took
a remarkable effort. As I regained my senses the pain that Emily created
flooded back to me, not one piece at a time but more like the crescendo of a
symphony. Movement was impossible as I had been tied in a strict hogtie
and lay on my side during the time I blacked out. I could see my poor tits, all
purple and bruised and imagined how my cunt and ass looked. The blow up
gag had been removed and a ball had been put in its place.
Someone was sleeping on the couch behind me. I couldn’t tell who as
I couldn’t see enough of the person to know but as I grunted they turned
over to look at me.
Emily smiled at me as she awoke. All of the fury I had seen last night
was gone.
“Well sleepy head, welcome back to the land of the living. Are you
ready for me to untie you?”
All I could do is barely nod yes.
“Well I think we need to talk first. Let me make you a bit more
comfortable first. I know how much you love bondage.”
She reached down and grabbed a rope she had braded into my hair
sometime after I passed out. Moving the rope down Emily pulled it through
the rope binding my ankles and gave it a savage pull. My head was ripped
back until I thought my neck would break. Satisfied that it was tight enough
she tied it off and rolled me on my stomach. My abused tits screamed in
agony as the entire weight of my body was positioned on them. Fresh tears
poured down as the burning pain intensified with each passing moment.
“Oh did that hurt? I’m sorry Slut but it’s going to be that way for a
while now. Get used to it. I was nice to you and how did you repay me,
disobedience. I won’t stand for it. Every time you makes mistakes or don’t
follow commands correctly this will happen. I decided last night that Amanda
will share in your pain. From now on whatever punishment I decide to give
you she will receive first while you’re watching. You want to watch what
happened after you went to sleep last night?”
She moved to the TV and hit the on button for the VCR. The TV
sprang to life and showed me being lifted off the bench and dumped where I
am now. Rachael assisted Emily in hog tying me and removing the Velcro
restraints. The camera swung to Amanda sitting on the couch, you could see
the fear etched in her face as Emily approached. Emily asked for her to
extend her leg but Amanda was far to frightened to comply. Moving quickly
Emily struck out and slapped her hard across the face and repeated her
command. Meekly Amanda held out her leg and the restraint was placed.
Repeats for the other leg and her wrists were accomplished. I could now see
genuine fear as Emily started to drag her toward the bench. Rachael sat the
camera down and had to help as Amanda fought and struggled. They finally
pinned her down and attached the cuffs to the bench, all the time Amanda
was crying and pleading. She was ignored.
The blow up gag was placed on her, she thought she could fight it by
not opening her mouth but Emily simply pinched her nose closed and
Amanda was forced to open to breathe. The gag was quickly strapped tight
and blown up until her cheeks were bulging.
“Now you little bitch I was only going to give you one stroke to let
you feel just a little of what your Slut mother got. I wanted you to understand
the price you mother just paid. But you had to be a little girly and not accept
what you deserve so instead of one you will get 5, no 6. Stupid little cunt if
you would have just done what you were told this would have been over in a
few seconds but now you are going to learn. Rachael bring me the big head
vibrator.”
Rachael came back into the picture holding a back massager that
plugged into the wall. She turned it on and applied it directly to Amanda’s
clit. You could see the reaction in her body after just a few seconds as the
powerful vibrator rolled against her clit. Suddenly Rachael moved it away and
the cane came crashing down on her ass. Amanda’s scream, so evident on
her face, was eaten up by the gag until all that came out was a long squeak.
Rachael moved the vibrator back and jammed it tight.
Anyone could see the goal; make Amanda cum during her caning. It
took longer this time but she did start to wiggle her hips and I could see her
juices start to flow. Emily brought the cane down again and Amanda howled
into the gag at the pain. By the fourth blow I saw Amanda’s eye roll back in
her head and her body tensed and went into shuddering convulsions at the
amount of pain she was receiving and before the sixth and last stroke Rachael
worked the vibrator until Amanda came.
The orgasm was intense; anyone looking at her could see it. Body was
shuddering, eye’s glassy and drool running underneath the gag down her
face, right at the height of the orgasm Emily brought the cane down in a
vicious swipe one last time. Amanda started to scream and went totally limp.
They untied her and the camera went dark.
“See that Slut? Again your fuckups cost the people around you. This
is the price of your orgasm. I knew you would fail the other tasks and that
was not OK but the orgasm was unforgivable. You might have gotten 10 or
20 swings for the rest of them as you were kind of set up but I told you no
orgasms. Now you and Amanda have paid. Like I said next time she gets
what you got first and you will watch every minute.”
The pain was getting to the point where I was starting to lose focus
and I was seeing black flecks everywhere. Mistress Emily noticed this and
rolled me on my side, thus relieving the pressure on my tits. The pain shot up
then resumed its dull ache.
“Don’t you leave me again Slut. Now where was I, oh, so anyway this
price will get higher each time you fail me, Understand? You do exactly what
I tell you too and this type of thing need never happen again. Now you go to
sleep and maybe I’ll untie you in the morning.”
Emily left the room and turned off the lights. She left me in total misery
and total darkness to boot. Nothing I could do or say to relieve the pain,
nowhere to turn and nowhere to run. Every part of my body had its own
song, my ass sang from each stripe the cane produced, my cunt was a large
lump of singing flesh and the blood pulsed through my clit with each
heartbeat magnifying it. My poor purple tits were in the same agony, each
heartbeat brought fresh pain.
And my mind, my poor Amanda, the ugly red welts across her ass
burning into my brain and the fact that they made her cum during the height
of the pain.
I drifted in and out of the real world all night. At times the pain pushed
me out, at times it brought me back but it never left my side and wouldn’t for
the next three or four days.
To Be Continued…………
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