The New World

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The New World

Part 3

How had I ended up in this situation, was the thought that crossed mind? How? A respectable married woman with a teenage daughter. A daughter that was abandoned in the queue outside this room. Or maybe those were the thoughts that should have crossed my mind. If I was as respectable as I had once imagined. But now I was stripped naked, chained to a table, and my pussy was for the second time in the past hour being subjected to deviant pleasures. My mind had screamed in protest at the invasion of those fingers at into my most private areas. A part of me that had until now, known only the clumsy performance of my inadequate husband. His sad efforts to bring satisfaction to our sex life’s had always been…well had been inadequate. But I had accepted that as the norm, it’s what sex was about.

My protests had been audible against the gag, and had been as loud as I could manage. But how does one prevent the entrance of two fingers, a fist and more into ones pussy, when it was exposed for the entire world to see? How does one deny to the tongue that sucks on your wetness, that you’re not aroused?

But my protests had all too soon been shown to be lies as my body betrayed me. I had tired to shut my mind against the feelings I was discovering. I had tried, and failed. The first slight of my engorged lips and the wet pussy from which they hung betrayed me. Even I had come to accept the fact that these feelings were closer to how I had imagined sex to be. The pain from the nipple clamps, the roughness to which my pussy was subjected had all set my mind racing, my stomach tingling and the pain had become part of the arousal I felt. I was a lesbian, more than that; I was a lesbian whore, a play thing for these women. I should want to escape, but those desires had been replaced, by stronger ones. Ones that wanted the pain never to stop, wanted to have the violation of my body increased. I wanted to be the whore they called me.

The ‘pleasures’ had stopped, but the throbbing had not diminished. The were clamps now pressed into my erect nipples and my pussy felt as if it had been stretched to breaking point... I could feel the soreness but the wetness did not diminish.  I heard the door open for a second time and instead of one person enter, I heard two set of feet.

I strained to hear what was happening, but my ears told her little. I heard the officer say. “Your beautiful and we want to help you, to teach you” followed by “Please”. Then a pause, before new fingers started to seek admission to my deep wet pussy. The fingers were less experienced and the fit not so tight. A softer touch, but this did not lessen the sensations that coursed through my body. The fingers were replaced with a tongue, one that was equally inexperienced. But that matter for nothing, the fact that someone was making use of my pussy was all I wanted.

The tongue sought admission to the depths of my pussy. It sucked on the lips, and gently nibbled.  Other hands reached under the table and squeezed on the clamps. My nipples felt as if they were being torn from the very flesh, but this just increased the betrayal that my body was sharing with these women. I felt hands remove the gag, any fear of my screams, were gone. I no longer objected, I wanted more.

I felt my face lifted clear of the hole and before me stood a vision of eroticism, that I could see from the waist down. Her skin was slightly tanned and flawless. But it wasn’t that which caught my eyes, it was the large phallic object that stood proud from between her legs. It was held there by straps, and seemed impossible in size. Her hands parted my lips and I felt the plastic cock being slid into my mouth. “Suck it you whore, suck it as if it was your husband’s sad dick” Protests were not even considered as I obeyed.  I could taste scents, strange new erotic scents. Once that I had no idea originated from a cocktails of these women’s wetness, smeared over the cock.  I sucked on the cock as if it was part of her; I wanted to please, because if I pleased then they would fuck me all the more.

The inexperienced tongue stopped and I heard whispers. But this time I could not make out the words. But I felt the effect they created as the tongue returned to my lips. They were sucked in deep, and stretched. Stretched until I felt they would be torn from my body. Then I felt a sharp pain as teeth were clamped onto them and bitten down hard. My wetness had before this been nothing to the flood it now became. I sucked harder on the cock, my senses awash with the scents it filled my mouth with. As hands held my hair by the fist full and bent my head back, I felt as if it was coming away at the roots, but these additional pains merely made me want more.

The teeth stopped and my lips were allowed to wilt back to a semblance of what they had once been. I heard the biter stand and her hands take hold of my bottom. They parted the cheeks and I felt a cold breeze drift across my anus. What next? I had fantasies, but would they be close to reality.

I could feel a hard rounded plastic object being teased around my hole. I felt its tip being eased in; bringing a pain I had not known before. But just as it filled my mind, it eased. A pause, then the invasion was back and with it the pain. But as before it withdrew, just after it had entered a tiny bit further. Each invasion was deeper; until I felt the widest part pass my anus holes entrance and it slide it fully. I felt my anus filled and I heard laughter as a young voice, one that was somehow familiar declared my ass as being “plugged”.

The cock was withdrawn from my mouth, but the hold on my hair was retained. A new tip appeared a longer and a more flexible strap on. Its tip originating from a more slender frame. But still smeared with the juices, which had become a cocktail of eroticism for me.  I had little time to admire it, as once again it was placed for in position for me to suck on.

The hold on my hair was increased, as the chains holding my hands were loosened. This allowed me to arch my neck higher and look up. As I suckled I saw small but erect nipples come into view. Who ever the mistress was she was young enough to be my…daughter? My god, I was being made to serve a mistress in her teens. I felt guilty that I did not feel ashamed. But fresh feelings coursed through me as I sucked hungrier and eager to please. I could imagine this strap on was an extension of Jane. I had given her no thought, as I had tried to please, tried to serve. My eyes travelled further past a set of freckles that looked familiar. I craned my neck once more, almost until it felt like it would snap. Saw past the freckles and past the neck, and my eyes brought a new shock to my system. My teenage Mistress was Jane, my sweet daughter. I was sucking on a strap on that originated in her pussy and extended into my pussy mouth. She smiled “hello mum”. But I was beyond any level of conventionality. I was now truly a lesbian submissive and I just hoped my daughter’s sweet beautiful pussy was as wet and as aroused as mine.

I had discovered my place in the world; I merely wanted to serve, to please, and to be a true lesbian submissive whore to my sweet so beautiful Jane. 

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