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The Teasing Taylors – Part 4
The Twins Have Fun
Anna’s finger hovered over the bulbs which would send little flickers of agony through her uncle, then teasingly, to drag out his pre-punishment suffering, she asked him: “Which do you think I’ll choose, uncle?”
The man groaned, his cock, despite his coming predicament, still rock hard in the electrode-lined sheath.
“I really don’t know, Anna,” he moaned, waiting for her to press one of the buttons.
“Come on, uncle, don’t be such a spoilsport,” laughed the bikini-clad little tease. “Take a guess.”
“Er, erm, the green?” said the naked man, miserably, his eyes never wavering from where Anna sat on the couch, ready to begin his agonies.
Anna looked delighted. “Oh, OK, uncle, if you say so,” she said, “I was going to start with either your cock or your balls, but if you insist, here goes with both!”
And she pressed the green button.
Her Uncle Rick’s body gave a sudden jolt, then it jerked forward in his bonds, his cock swaying, his balls bouncing. Then he did it again – and again!
Anna looked questioningly at her instructress, Mrs Manners. “He jerked three times, Mrs M?” she asked.
“Oh damn,” exclaimed the cook, “I forgot. This is a really fiendish little device. You see it’s programmed to give the person it’s having fun with either one, two or three jolts at each push of the button.
“Sometimes, he can get three jolts for two, even three goes. Then it reverts to one, or two. Sorry, forgot to explain that.”
Then an evil look came over Mrs Manners’ face.
“But while we’re on the subject let’s see what the program is for both his cock and his bollocks right now. Give him green again, my dear.”
Anna was only too keen to oblige the busty 50-year-old and sent more tremors through her uncle-cum-slave. Again his body jerked as three jolts powered through his cock and balls.
Again she pressed the green button, and this time Uncle Rick’s body contorted twice. The next green gave him a single jolt.
Anna switched up to the blue button next, and Rick’s naked frame jerked and swung to a triple jolt attack on his cock.
“Fuck,” breathed the youngster, “this is soooo much fun, Mrs M. What’s the longest time he gets to enjoy this game?”
Mrs Manners laughed. “The manufacturer’s advice is 15 minutes at the most,” she told her protégée in pain. “Give him just the balls pain this time, see what the program says.”
Anna pressed the yellow. The program said three jolts. Anna pressed it again, now only one, and then the red warning light flashed on. “Fuck,” cursed the 16-year-old, “just as I was working up into a nice tempo!”
Rick’s panting was harsh in the Games Room as the machine gave him a much-needed rest from its rigorous electrical examination, then, after some 25 to 30 seconds, it flicked off and Anna pressed green again. Rick jerked twice, and was, by now, covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
Anna played with him a few more minutes, and then the clock counted down to zero and its buzzer alerted Mrs Manners to the fact that game one was over. She stood and removed the ball bag and then the cock sheath and smiled.
“Look girls,” she said, “his cock isn’t completely limp, so it’s not as bad as he makes out. But it’s so much fun to watch isn’t it?”
The twins nodded. Then Mrs Manners turned to Rick. “In fact, it’s so much fun to watch, I often masturbate a little when I see you writhing up here, don’t I, sir?”
The naked slave nodded. “I was masturbating just now,” she said, quietly, in her West Country burr. “Like me to prove it?”
But without waiting for a response, the bare-breasted bitch placed the fingers of her right hand on Rick’s upper lip. “Smell it, then lick me,” she said, again quietly, but with a little bit of a rasp to her voice.
The girl watched in fascination as the slave inhaled the musky aromas of Mrs Manners’ pussy juice, then as he sucked on her fingers. But they also noticed that by now his cock was thick and fully erect once more!
Mrs Manners removed her slave-sucked fingers from his mouth and turned to the twins still seated on the couch. “Righto, my dears, let’s see what Emma can roll on the wheel for him now.”
Emma stood but had a question. “Shouldn’t we take him out of the frame, first, Mrs M?” she asked, but the light-haired cook shook her head, making her big mammaries wobble deliciously.
“No, my dear,” she said. “We’ll leave him hanging while we get you to roll. Who know, you may get to give him a flogging and then all our work will have been in vain.”
Emma nodded, then spun the wheel, firmly, and it rotated several times. There was a hush in the Games Room as it spun and spun, before slowing and coming to a stop on “Back flogging”.
“There you go, Emma,” said Mrs Manners. “What did I tell you? Now all you have to do is select which single-tailed lash you want and away we go!”
Emma smiled and came back with a long, single-tailed lash. Mrs Manners shook her head. “No, my little princess,” she said, “I don’t think you’re proficient enough yet to use that beauty. Pick something a little shorter, that way you can stand closer to him and work him over better.”
Emma returned the long flogger to its place and returned with a lash about four feet in length.
“Yes, my dear,” said Mrs Manners, “that’s much more like it. And don’t you worry your pretty little head, it’ll leave very nice stripe marks on him, I promise you.”
But Mrs Manners wasn’t ready to let Emma start just yet. “We will turn the frame around, girls,” she said, “that way Anna and I can sit on the couch and watch how you work on his back, Emma.”
The trio manoeuvred the flogging frame around so Rick’s back was now to the couch. Mrs Manners and Anna resumed their seats and Emma was instructed by the 50-year-old to work out how far she needed to be from her uncle’s body.
“Now, Emma,” said Mrs Manners, “just his upper back, on his shoulders blades, and across the backs of his thighs. Don’t touch his buttocks – and another thing. Don’t swing too hard, madam likes to show Mr Rick off at some of her poolside punishment parties and she won’t take kindly to him being cut up!”
Anna cuddled against the busty woman. “Poolside punishment parties, Mrs M? Will we be invited?”
Mrs Manners smiled. “If madam organises one while you’re down here, my pet, I’m sure you will,” she said, and then their attention was grabbed by Emma’s first stroke of the single-tailed flogger, which left a light red stripe across the naked slave’s shoulder blades.
Both woman and girl watched as the bikinied beauty worked on her uncle, alternating cuts across his upper back to his strong, muscular thighs. But eventually, Anna had a question.
“Mrs M,” she said, “does Uncle Rick fuck you?”
Mrs Manners, whose fingers were again flicking through her thick labia, stirring up a creamy stew down there, nodded her head.
“But only if he asks me very, very nicely,” said the cook.
Anna took that in. “You mean if he begs you?” asked the teenager.
Mrs Manners nodded her head, as they watched Emma nearing the conclusion of her flogging, which was slow and appeared to Anna to be well-spaced out, stroke-wise.
“Fuck, Mrs M,” said Anna, “this is such fun!”
Mrs Manners gave the youngster a hug, pressing her big tits against the girl’s smaller boobies. “And we’ve only just got through the second game,” she said.
“I can’t wait for the third,” said Anna, as the buzzer announced that Emma’s eight-minute flogging of her uncle was concluded.
To be continued.
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