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Collected by Djian
update jan 27 - 2011

MMF+/f, D/s, cons, reluc, blackml, BDsm, slavery

This is a custom story I'm writing for someone, so it's not my usual fare. Clair forces Ann into becoming her pain toy. There will be lots of nc sex in this. It's a little slow to start, but will have more sex toward the end.

Clair's New Toy
By XtremeInk

Throughout the evening the clink of glasses and low conversation had
gotten progressively louder as the more conservative - and less politically
motivated, people had left and those that stayed indulged in a bit more alcohol.
Ann wished that they could leave. She didn't feel comfortable with these
people, but knew her husband Michael was trying to climb the political ladder
here at his new University job. Since the party was being hosted by Richard,
the president of the University, and his wife Clair, Michael didn't want to bail
too early. He wanted to be on the inside of this clique, not the outside, as
he'd explained to her when she asked if they could leave. She was used to
letting Michael take the lead, making the decisions for the both of them. He
made good money, and didn't demand much of her - in or out of the bedroom - so
she played the dutiful wife, attended theses functions and made sure that her
husband and 12 year old son Devon always had a clean house and good meals to
come home to. Usually she handled herself better, but their hostess Clair, had
done little to make her feel comfortable. The redhead's attention, when it had
been on the couple at all, had centered on Michael. Ann tried not to be
jealous, on top of everything else. She sighed looking around when Michael,
deep in conversation with one of the other profs, turned and asked her if she'd
refill his drink.

"Yes honey," she replied as she began to walk toward the small bar. She
had the glasses filled, white wine for her, and a scotch and soda for him. The
bartender had spent more that a little time looking at her cleavage, and as a
result, both glasses were quite full. She was skirting behind a small group of
women, trying to see where Michael had disappeared to, when someone from the
other side almost backed into her. She stumbled a bit and the wine spilled over
- right onto the legs of her hostess. There was dead silence from the group.
Ann was mortified and almost turned pale. She was almost completely unprepared
for the reaction she got.

"Oh, my, I'm so sorry Clair. I didn't see..."



"Shit!" Clair said loudly.

Ann was stunned at the anger in the other woman's voice. "I... I'm
really sorry! Let me get a towel to..."

"Shut UP you idiot. A towel? Do you have any idea how much these shoes
cost? They're hand made. Custom fitted!"

Ann recoiled from the tone in Clair's voice. She put the drinks down on
the table, picked up some napkins, and turned back to Clair.

"Here. I'm really sorry, I'll clean them off."

"Christ, you're stupid," returned Clair.

Some of the women who'd been standing in the group snickered, and by
now, the confrontation had gotten the attention of everyone else in the room.
Clair bent until her face was close to Ann's. At five six, the woman was only
an inch taller than Ann, but the very high heels she was wearing made Clair much
taller than Ann.

"You can't use a paper napkin on this kind of leather," she said in a
menacing voice, "it'll scratch the shine, you moron." Clair straightened and
got an evil smile on her face. "In fact, there's only a few ways that they can
be cleaned off. And since I doubt that you have the right kind of cloth here,
you'll have to do it the hard way." She paused, the nasty grin getting wider.
"With your tongue."

Ann recoiled as if slapped. This was going too far. Michael, who'd
been following the conversation, was also surprised and began to consider going
over there to help his wife. He'd just come out of the bathroom when the
altercation started.

"Well? Did you hear me you stupid cow? Get on your knees and start
cleaning my shoes."

Ann was still too stunned to say anything. She couldn't believe that
someone would talk to her this way. "M..maybe I should just go," she said as
she tried to back away. Clair's hand shot out and grabbed her arm, her
fingernails digging into Ann's soft skin.

"Maybe you should do what I said and start cleaning my shoes. "

Ann tried to remove her arm from Clair's grip, but Clair was too strong
and she found herself being forced to her knees. That's when Michael decided
enough was enough and started toward the women to extricate his wife.

"That might not be a good idea, Michael," came a voice from behind him.
He turned around to look at the speaker.

"What? Richard, I can't let Ann be treated like that..."

Richard chuckled. "Look, I won't stop you if you really want to go over
there. But Clair's not going to hurt your wife - she's just pissed off and a
little drunk. If you go over there, she might start in on you. Or one of her
friends might. No matter how well intentioned, if it gets physical, it's not
going to look too good. You being a man and them being women. What are you
going to do if you get slapped? Hit them back?"

Damn, Michael thought. Clair's husband was right. If he got involved,
things could get really ugly. He turned his attention back to the group of
women as several of the other men made noises of agreement with Richard.

Michael had a thing for Clair - not that he'd ever let it show. Making
a pass at the President of the University's wife was a fast track to
unemployment. Still, her long, beautiful red hair, narrow waist and full ass
really turned him on . And those tits! God, they were huge. His own wife had
great tits, 37 D's and even though they had some sag, they were great still fun
to play with - when he could get her to fuck around, which, of late, hadn't been
very often. Still, they were a lot smaller than Clair's.

Currently, Clair had her hand in Ann's hair and was holding her on her
knees, telling her what a stupid cow she was. The other women were laughing and
Ann had tears in her eyes as she tried to loosen Clair's grip. Oddly, rather
than pissing him off, the whole scene was turning him on. He wondered if
Clair was really going to make his wife lick her shoes clean. Hell, he'd almost
do it himself. Clair was wearing a pair of black leather heels, that had to be
at least 5". Her stockings, the seams perfectly centered in the backs of her
legs, were translucent black with some kind of pattern on them. Just wondering
if they were panty hose, or real stockings was giving him a hard on.

Richard, for his part, wasn't watching the scene. He was watching
Michael to see what he'd do. He saw the man's gaze go from worried to
interested and wondered if perhaps Clair had found herself a new set of toys.
He was older than his wife by over fifteen years, and while he still loved to
fuck her four or five times a week, he knew that she enjoyed having sex more
often than that. If she wanted to fuck around, he didn't have a problem with
it. God knew she'd helped him get more than his share of little coed toys.
Plus, she had a real dominant streak and that was something he couldn't help her
with. He was anything but submissive! Smiling, he caught the eye of the man
tending bar and nodded. The man nodded back and turned to a small panel on the
wall. Once he opened it, he punched in a code, then gave a thumbs up to
Richard.

The sound of a slap rang through the room.

"Listen bitch. Don't mouth off to me," came Clair's menacing voice.
"You start using your tongue on my shoes, or I'm going to slap the shit out of
you. "

Ann was at a complete loss. Where was Michael? She couldn't see him
anywhere. Of course, now that she was on her knees, she couldn't see much of
anything. But why hadn't he come to help her? Was he not in the room? Her
face stung from the slap - she hadn't been hit since she was a child, and knew
her face was bright red. It was obvious that Clair was going to make her lick
her shoes, and Ann couldn't think of a way out of it. None of the other wives
were making an attempt to stop Clair, and she was too strong for Ann fight.
Ann, unlike Clair, spent her days doing minimal housework and some gardening.
It was obvious that Clair spent a lot of her time in the gym. Slowly, her body
bent as Clair forced her head closer to the shoes. Tears dripped from Ann's
face as the black leather and stocking clad leg filled her vision.

"You'd better start licking, or I'm going to get really pissed."

Ann couldn't bring herself to do it. The smell of leather - and the
wine - was making her sick. Normally, she liked the smell of leather, but she
was frightened out of her wits by this situation. She hoped her asthma wouldn't
start up. It sometimes did, when she was under a lot of stress.

She heard the sound before she felt anything. The grip on her hair
tightened at the same time pain exploded in her ass. Someone had slapped her
ass!

"C'mon, you fucking cow. Start licking." Slap. Slap. "If you don't,
I'm going to get a belt and use that on your fat ass."

Tears streaming down her face, Ann finally gave in. Her pink tongue
emerged and tentatively touched Clair's shoe. Her ass was slapped again, much
harder this time, but Ann was unable to protect herself. Clair had a very firm
grip on her hair, and Ann needed her hands for balance.

"You call that licking? Is that how you lick your husbands cock? Come
on, bitch, stick out your tongue and get busy."

Clair couldn't believe that this woman was letting her do this to her.
She started wondering just how far she could push Ann, before the woman really
started to fight back. Clair's pussy was a swamp, her juices soaking her
panties. Of course, those juices were mixed with the cum of one of her friend's
husband - they'd fucked just an hour ago. It had been somewhat unsatisfying,
since she and Ed hadn't had a lot of time. Still, he had a nice, thick cock.
Now she was wondering if she'd be able to get the woman at her feet to suck his
load out of her. Hmmm. Probably not tonight, but perhaps in the future. The
near future. Even as she continued to berate the woman, Clair looked around the
room to see if she could spot Ann's husband. Sure enough, he was there. And
from the look on his face, she had a good idea why he hadn't put a stop to it.
She'd noticed Michael on a number of occasions staring at her and wondered if
he'd be interested in a go in the sack. She knew that there weren't many people
into the kinds of things that she liked - her husband was, but he had his own
toys, and she wasn't one of them. She doubted that Michael was either, but
from the look on his face, perhaps he could be... persuaded.

Turning her attention to the sobbing woman at her feet, she began to
direct Ann's head where she wanted her tongue to go. Ann ended up licking far
more than just the small amount of wine that had dribbled on the shoes. Clair
had her give her shoes a complete tongue bath, and despite the harsh words she
rained down on her - and the occasional slap to her ass, Ann was doing an
excellent job. Clair finally got tired of bending over, and motioned to Linda,
Ed's wife, to get her a chair. It was brought to her and she sat down, her
tight grip still controlling Ann. She could see down Ann's blouse from this
angle and saw the points of her nipples poking through her rather utilitarian
bra. Hmmm.

"I think that you got some on my stockings, you clumsy bitch. Better
start cleaning those too."

Ann was beside herself. The heat from the slaps to her ass were sinking
into her pussy, and she was mortified when she realized that her nipples were
hard. How could this be turning her on? When her mouth was forced onto the
stocking above the shoe, she didn't think to struggle, she just continued
licking.

"That's it. See? Even someone as stupid as you can occasionally do
something right. Don't forget the other one now."

Ann thoroughly licked her way around each ankle before trying to pull
away again.

"Please, I've done as you asked. Let me go," begged the teary eyed
woman.

Clair, however, was having none of that. "You're finished when I say
you're finished and not a second before. Now get back down there."

Ann once again tried to resist. She struggled and squirmed, but now
someone else had her arms and was keeping her from using them. Not only was Ann
unable to free herself, but Clair, who was getting tired of her struggling,
pulled her up to a kneeling position and slapped her face. Ann was once again
forced down, this time with her face pushed to the floor. Michael, observing
all this decided that it was time to intervene, if only for appearance sake. In
truth, he had a raging hardon - he couldn't actually remember the last time he'd
been this hard, and wanted to see where Clair was going with this. As he
stepped forward Richard grabbed his arm and leaned toward his ear.

"Son," came Richards deep voice, "I think that you should reconsider.
I have a lot of experience in situations like this and trust me, at some level
your wife wants it. Otherwise, she'd be screaming her bloody head off and
clawing like a cat." Michael turned and looked at the older man. Richard was
in great shape for someone in his sixties, but Michael knew he could take him
apart, grab his wife and get the hell out of there. In fact, he knew that's
what he should be doing. He didn't move though and Richard smiled. Meanwhile,
Clair had had enough of Ann's struggling.

"Maria, could I borrow your belt?" asked Clair. At that Ann started
struggling even more, but Clair had no trouble holding her. "Thanks. I think
that you could wrap that around her wrists... perfect." Once again, Ann found
herself kneeling at Clair's feet. "Now since you made such a fuss, and didn't
follow my directions, you're going to have to make it up to me. So I want you
to put that dirty tongue of yours where I want it for as long as I want it
there. Do you understand?"

Ann, surprisingly, continued to struggle. It did her no good though,
especially with her hands fastened behind her with a belt. Tears streamed down
her red face.

"Please, haven't you done enough? Just let me go! Please. I won't
even tell my husband."

Clair slapped her face again, and this time she grabbed the end of one
large breast though her dress. Ann gasped in shock and pain as Clair expertly
zeroed in on her nipple and twisted it.

"Are you deaf *and* stupid? You'd better get your tongue moving, or I'm
going to pull this useless thing off."

Ann was gasping as the pain spread through her left breast. She didn't
resist even a little as someone pushed her head toward Clair's stocking covered
calf. She continued to lick, her saliva spreading over the other woman's leg.
Ann was in a daze now, the fading ache in her breast adding to the warmth
between her legs. She absolutely refused to even contemplate that she might be
getting turned on. She was a respectable woman! A wife and mother and even
though she couldn't protect herself from Clair's cruelty, she refused to believe
that she could be even remotely turned on by it.

Clair was now really enjoying herself. This stupid bitch didn't even
realize that her husband had been watching the whole time! She decided it would
be better to tell Ann about that sometime in the future. And yes, she and Ann
*were* going to have a future, that was for sure. She doubted that Ann would
like it though. Clair continued to direct the hapless woman at her feet until
finally she'd reached the hem of Clair's short skirt. Clair decided that it was
time to see what else she could get Ann to do.

"Do any of you other ladies need something cleaned?" asked Clair. "I
can recommend an excellent cleaner."

The other woman laughed and Ann just sat on the floor with her head
down. Where was Michael? Why hadn't he saved her?

Ann was pushed over again, her head bent almost to the floor and another
shoe presented itself. She balked, but not for long, because when she didn't
start licking, there was a stinging slap to her ass. More tears leaked from her
eyes as once again she began to lick another shoe. There was a lot of giggling
as several more shoes were presented to her lips. Ann's arousal was growing,
but she steadfastly refused to admit it. Finally she was pulled to her knees
again. She wanted to faint when she saw what was in front of her.

Clair had pulled her skirt up to her hips and presented her ass,
fortunately covered by panties. Ann's mind refused to believe that she was
going to be forced to, literally, kiss this woman's ass.

"Hey bitch, did I tell you to stop? Cut the crying crap and start
licking. Make sure you do a good job, because if you stop before I tell you,
you're going to regret it."

Ann couldn't do it. She just couldn't. Even if they'd been alone, this
was just too degrading.

Clair waited, her ample ass thrust out and occasionally wiggling. Would
Ann follow her orders or would she resist? Finally, Clair realized that Ann was
not going to do as she was told. In some ways, that was good. She let her
skirt down, and turned around.

"Well. That wasn't very nice of you now was it? I go out of my way to
give you something nice to look at - and taste, and you ignore it. I find that
very insulting. And when someone insults me, I get angry." The looking in her
eyes convinced Ann that Clair was indeed, getting angry. She almost wished that
she'd just stuck her tongue out and done what she was told. But she just
couldn't.

Clair smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. She stood over Ann, her
legs slightly spread and stared down at the other woman. Ann had to drop her
eyes. They came to rest on the beautiful black leather heels that she'd just
licked clean. She found herself wondering, oddly enough, if she could ever wear
anything like that.

"So," said Clair, "You're still not listening." Ann looked up and felt
her heart speed up as the smile on the woman looking down at her got even
bigger. Before the woman realized what was happening, Clair had bent and ripped
open her blouse. Ann's boring, white, padded bra was in full view of everyone
and her entire upper body blushed.

"You'd better start licking or the bra comes off next. As ugly as it
is, it's a wonder you wear it anyway. No doubt because those cow tits of yours
sag to your waist."

That comment drew laughter from the group of women, which embarrassed
Ann even more. Embarrassment quickly turned to anger. Yes, her tits sagged a
bit - but not too far. They couldn't be that big and not sag! Plus, she'd had
a child; slightly sagging breasts and a small belly were just what happened when
you had kids. She wasn't proud of these defects though and always dressed to
hide them. However, the last thing she wanted to happen was to have her bra
ripped off. It wasn't cold in the room and she didn't want them to see her hard
nipples. They'd gotten a lot bigger when she nursed her son and she could see
the points they were making even though her padded bra. From the look on this
crazy woman's face, she'd better do what she was told, otherwise her bra would
be removed.

Clair made it easier for her. She told one of the other women to hold
Ann's head and she turned her back and pulled up the skirt. Once again, Ann was
presented with the panty covered ass.

The shear black cloth spread over Clair's large white ass. Ann tried to
keep her mouth on the outside of the full, firm cheeks, but the person directing
her head had other ideas and kept pushing her towards the center. Ann kissed
and licked until the woman holding her was sure that she'd gotten every spot.
Finally Clair seemed satisfied and Ann hoped that her humiliation was over.

"Is there anyone else who'd like to have their ass kissed?" There was
laughter from the other women and the comment seemed to break the spell of
silence on the other women.

"Yeah," said a small blond that Ann didn't recognize. "I'd like to have
someone kissing my ass for a change."

Ann finally tried to get to her feet. She was not going to continue
with this. Clair just slapped her face again.

"You must like being hit. Otherwise you'd do what your told. If you
try to get up again, I'm going to strip you, then tie your feet. As it is,
you've lost your bra privileges. Not that wearing that abomination was much of
a privilege."

Ann's struggles got her exactly nowhere as two women held her upper
arms. Clair didn't even bother to untie Ann's arms. She just unsnapped the
bra, loosing Ann's heavy breasts, then grabbed a knife from the bar and cut the
upper straps, removing the thing completely.

"Jesus Chris," said the little blond. "She really is a cow, isn't she?"

The other's laughed and continued to make nasty comments as Ann hung her
head in shame. She knew that she'd do anything they told her to do though - if
they pulled off her panties, they'd see how wet they were and then who knew what
they'd do to her?

"OK Linda," said Clair, "Your turn. And Ann, since you were such a
little bitch about this, I think you should start at the bottom."

Ann didn't resist as her head was pushed toward Linda's feet. She'd
removed her pumps and Ann found herself sucking on each of the nylon clad toes.
When she finished both feet she began to work her way up, kissing and sucking
Linda's legs while the other women snickered and made comments about her hanging
breasts. At one point someone wondered if, since they looked so much like cow
tits, they still gave milk. Ann was horrified to feel fingers roughly pulling
on her large, fully erect, nipples. She grew more aroused by the treatment and
just as determined to hide it. Her nipples were squeezed and pinched as she
worked her way up the backs of Linda's thighs. The woman was now kneeling on
the chair with her dress flipped over her back. Ann wanted to faint when she
realized that Linda was wearing a thong.

The women continued to make amused comments about Ann's looks while Ann
tried to ignore the slightly salty taste of the other woman's skin. She ran her
tongue everywhere her face was directed, but was able to avoid the crack -
mostly. She thought she could smell the other woman's arousal, but wasn't sure.

When they finally pulled Ann back to a kneeling position, she hoped that
her ordeal was finally over. It wasn't. Clair sat back in the chair with her
skirt pulled to her waist, and spread her legs. A large wet spot could be seen
on her panties, and her bright red hair could be seen escaping from the crotch.

"Start licking, bitch. You missed my thighs earlier."

Ann began once again to lick and realized her jaw was actually getting
tired. Her nose was full of the smell of the nylon stockings that covered
Clair's legs. They were held up with a nice garter belt - something like the
kind that Ann herself used to wear, years ago. She was able to admire the sheer
black sheaths over Clair's legs, even though she knew she should be hating every
minute of this. Actually, she was hating it, she told herself firmly.

Finally, she couldn't avoid it any longer and had to begin to lick the
skin at the top of Clair's thighs. She could easily smell Clair's arousal - not
that the large wet spot wasn't a complete give away about how much the
domineering woman was enjoying this. Still, the smooth skin felt good on her
tongue, at least compared to the slight roughness of the nylon.

Someone had started in on her breasts again. This time they were
grasping the hanging orbs at the base and squeezing. That hurt, but also made
her tits feel full and firm. It made her hard nipples pop out even more and
fingers were pulling and tweaking them as well. Her head was starting to spin
and by the time she realized the final act that Clair had planned for her, it
was already done.

Clair grabbed Ann's head and forced it into her pussy, then closed her
legs, trapping the housewife's face in her crotch. Ann struggled, but was held
there by several hands and her nose was overwhelmed with the strong scent of
pussy. Clair was rubbing Ann's face in her crotch and someone was slapping
Ann's hanging tits. Ann was unable to make much noise since any sound was
muffled by Clair's crotch. Finally, Ann found herself sitting, naked from the
waist up, on the floor. The smell from Clair's cunt was still thick in her nose
as she sat there and panted, looking down at her reddened breasts.

The heat from the abused globes spread through her body making her
nipples throb in time with her heartbeat. Her nipples weren't the only thing
throbbing and Ann began to pray that this wouldn't go any further. Her cunt was
an absolute swamp. The smell of Clair's pussy was think in her nose, but it
only made her more horny. Her husband would have been very surprised to find
out that his demure, prudish little wife loved the scent of pussy. Of course,
it was usually her own when they made love, but Ann loved it none the less - it
was what she considered her personal secret kink. She found, much to her
humiliation, that she liked Clair's scent as well.

"Well, bitch, I think we're finished with your services. At least for
the moment. You should go get yourself cleaned up before," Clair added with a
meaningful look at the other woman, "your husband sees what an embarrassing mess
you've made of yourself."

The other women got the hint and made no mention of the fact that
Michael had been in the room the entire time. Richard, as soon as he saw Clair
was done with her new toy, ushered Michael out of the room so that he wouldn't
have to explain to his wife why he hadn't aided her. As soon as her hands were
released, Ann rose and, clutching her blouse to her chest, ran with her head
down to the bathroom.

Once there, she closed and locked the door, sobbing almost
uncontrollably. She couldn't believe how horrible she'd been treated. Her
blouse was ripped, although she was able to use a safety pin from her purse to
keep it closed where there was a button missing. But her bra was a total loss
and her big tits were clearly outlined though her blouse. Thank god that it
wasn't a sheer blouse!

Meanwhile, Richard and Michael were talking in another room.

"I hope you aren't too pissed about what Clair did," said Richard. "She
does get a little carried away."

Michael, who was still thinking of how hot the whole thing made him was
a little at a loss for what to say.

"It's all right," continued the man. "I'm sure that Clair will find a
way to make it up to you. And who knows? Maybe it wasn't too bad for Ann
either. Certainly she didn't fight very hard."

Michael wondered what Richard meant about Clair making it up to him. It
wasn't like Claire'd done anything to him. Could it mean what he thought it
meant? Now that all the excitement was over - not that he was any less horny,
he started feeling guilty about how he'd let his wife be treated. Still, he
didn't want to piss Richard off. And if he played his cards right, perhaps he
and Clair...

"I don't know, Richard. Ann's pretty reserved. I probably should have
stepped in or something, but as you said, I didn't want to make things worse. I
suspect, that it's going to take a lot of roses to get me out of this, if she
finds out I was there."

Richard suspected that by the time Ann found out that Michael had been
there the whole time, she wouldn't have much to say about it. If he knew Clair,
Ann would be waiting on her and Michael hand and foot.

"Well, I'm sure that it'll all work out. Perhaps we should have dinner,
just the four of us, to try and patch things up between the ladies," said
Richard. Of course he was thinking that a nice dinner and some arraigned time
alone between the women would give Clair another shot at Ann. "Anyway, here she
comes. I suspect you might want to think about leaving now."

Michael turned and looked at his wife. Interestingly, aside from some
redness in her eyes, and the somewhat disheveled look she had, she didn't look
much worse for wear. Hmmm. Maybe Richard was right and Ann did like this.

Ann was pretty quiet on the ride home. Michael tried to draw her out,
since it was obvious that she was upset,. but she resisted all his efforts.
Once they got home and paid the babysitter, they went upstairs. That was when
Ann fell apart. She sobbed and clutched to Michael and told him everything that
had happened.

"Don't worry honey," Michael soothed. "I'm sure that things got carried
away because people had a little too much to drink." He looked over at his
wife. "I suspect that Richard will be a bit upset with Clair," he lied, "and
I'll smooth things over tomorrow."



New Toy 2


Once they were home, Ann lay in bed beside her sleeping husband and
thought. She just couldn't sleep, thoughts of what Clair had done to her kept
running through her head. She wished that tonight had been one of the nights
that Michael had wanted her. God knew she needed a cock in her - badly. And
not only just for the sex. She'd neglected to wash her face, and Clair's scent
was still strong in her nose. Ann tried, but couldn't avoid admitting, if only
to herself, that she'd not washed it off on purpose. Her own cunt was soaked,
the thick lips slipping against each other with every movement. Finally, she
fell into a restless sleep.

The Monday after the party, Michael sat in his office with his head in
his hands. He'd finished teaching his last class an hour ago and had a ton of
work to do. Usually, he had no problems concentrating, but today he was
completely distracted, his emotions alternating between guilt and arousal.
Saturday night, he'd been so hot when he got home. He wanted to just throw Ann
on her back and fuck the shit out of her. But he realized that it wasn't really
Ann he wanted. No. He wanted Clair. He wanted to fuck Clair, and if he could
do it while she was doing something to his wife - preferably something degrading
and nasty, that was all the better. He could just imagine Clair kneeling over
his wife's prone body while he fucked that fantastic ass. She'd be twisting his
wife's thick nipples, pulling on them ruthlessly while degrading Ann and forcing
her to eat her cunt. Perhaps Clair would even have a...

A knock at his office door interrupted him from his fantasy.

"Come in," he said. Michael hoped this would be a quick visit, who ever
it was. His cock was a long, hard bar and he decided to leave the office early,
go home and fuck his wife. The door opened just after Michael finished
rearranging the bulge in his pants, and in walked Clair. He was surprised, to
say the least.

He stood before realizing that the bulge in his pants would be hard to
miss.

"Clair!" he said nervously. "What brings you here?" Now that he was
already standing, he hoped that the desk would at least hide the evidence of his
cock.

It didn't. Clair saw the bulge right off the bat. Hmmm, she thought.
This might be easier than I thought.

"Michael," she said approaching and holding out her hand, "so nice to
see you. Richard asked if I would come by and see if you would accept a dinner
invitation for this Friday."

Rather than going down, Michael's cock just got harder at the sight of
her. She was really dressed to kill. A tight dark green blouse that looked
like silk was tucked into a very short, black skirt with a wide. There was also
a wide black leather belt around her waist which made her waist look even
narrower than usual, and really set off her hour-glass figure. She sat down and
crossed her legs, drawing his attention to the calf length, high heeled leather
boots she was wearing. His eyes traveled up her legs and he noted that he could
see the tops of her black stockings. She followed his gaze and smiled. Yep -
this was going to be a cinch.

They made small talk for a few minutes, after he agreed that he and Ann
would, indeed, be there for dinner. While they talked, Clair made sure to look
in his eyes and often leaned forward, giving him a wonderful view down the front
of her shirt. Occasionally, her perfectly manicured fingers would rest on, or
stroke his arm. Sometimes, when she pretended to think about an answer to a
question, she'd run one nail seductively over her full bottom lip. Finally,
when she was sure she had his complete attention, she began to steer the
conversation to what had happened the other night,

"I hope that you're not too upset about what happened the other night,"
she said as she rose and walked around to his side of the desk.

"What do you mean?" he asked, barley concentrating on what she said as
she sat on his desk and leaned toward him.

Clair licked her lips and Michael's eyes once again were drawn
helplessly to her ample cleavage.

"You know what I mean, Michael. What happened with your wife. Are you
mad? Or do you two like to play those types of games?"

She was close enough now that she was running her fingernails gently
over his cheek. He could smell her perfume, something a bit musky and very,
very sexy. Michael was aroused, but his brain was still working - at least a
little. He realized that, for some reason, Clair was trying to seduce him.
Aroused as he was, this made him a little nervous.

"Ann's pretty conservative," he said. "Although, she hasn't really
mentioned the other night. I don't think she knows I was watching."

Clair leaned forward even farther, so close that he could feel her sweet
breath on his face and said, "I know you were watching." Her lips brushed his,
very , very lightly. "Did you like what you saw?"

Michael's breath was unsteady. His cock was throbbing and he could feel
the pre-cum oozing from the tip. "I... I don't know," he whispered.

"I think you know," whispered Clair back. "I think that you liked what
happened. A lot."

There was a pause and when he didn't deny it, Clair opened her mouth and
lightly licked Michael's lips. Michael, at that point, wanted to kiss her.
Hell, he wanted to do a lot more than kiss her. But he held back to ensure that
she would make the first move. It wouldn't do to get fired for sexual
harassment.

"Did you?" she whispered? "Did you like what I did to her? It's OK,
you can tell me."

She leaned in and kissed him, lightly, gently pushing her tongue into
his mouth, which he eagerly opened. When he responded, she knew she had him.
She would be able to get him to do pretty much whatever she wanted.

Clair stood and put her hands on Michael's shoulders, pushing him
slightly away from the desk. Then she sat down on the desk again, except this
time she pulled her skirt up to her waist. Michael growled at the sight of the
black, leather thong that was no match for Clair's bushy red muff. Clair took
one booted foot and put it on the desk, shifting her weight and opened her
thighs wide to his gaze. The thin leather was soaked where it covered her cunt
lips and Clair ran one red painted fingernail over the wet leather, then ran her
finger over it, pushing in between her lips. She moaned a bit, slightly humping
her finger, and closed her eyes, her long red hair flowing over her shoulders.

Michael was mesmerized by the sight in front of him. He began to reach
forward to place a hand on her thigh when she grabbed it and placed it on her
pussy. Slowly, she humped into his hand as he masturbated her. Finally, she
pushed him back in the chair and got off the desk. Then she walked to the door
and locked it and, with out a word, unbuckled the wide belt at her waist. Next
off was her skirt, and, finally, her blouse.

Michael approved of what he saw. She stood there in a tight black
corset, which, he saw, was why her waist looked even more narrow, the black
leather thong, thigh-highs and boots. The corset had sheer material that rose
over each enormous breast, hugging and shaping it, but doing very little to hid
it. Michael could see her large nipples poking through the material. She moved
toward him, her hips swaying seductively, until she was once again sitting on
the desk in front of him, legs spread wide.

His hands went to her pussy and she let him play, but wouldn't let him
get under the thong. Her breathing deepened as he rubbed her lips, which were
outlined very nicely by the thin leather. Finally, she grabbed his head and
pulled it into her soaked crotch. She wondered what his reaction would be if he
realized that not all the wetness was pussy juice. She'd peed herself - just a
bit - before coming into the office.

If he noticed, he said nothing. And in fact, all that concerned Michael
was his raging hard-on and the smell and taste of the leather covered cunt in
his face. He pushed his tongue against them, tasting the tang of her cunt and
leather. She smelled so good he almost came right there. Finally, she let him
move the strip of leather aside and bury his tongue in her hairy cunt. He
licked up and down, suck on her lips and pushed his tongue inside her. This was
something that he almost never got to do because Ann didn't like oral sex. She
thought it was too dirty. Well, dirty or not, he was loving the smell and taste
of her juices as he lapped her cunt and she ground it into his mouth.

Clair decided that he wasn't a bad cunt licker. She'd had better, and
when she got finished with his wife, she'd certainly be better. But just
thinking about the games she was going to play with the two of them got her so
hot, she came, holding her cunt lips apart with one hand while Michael sucked
her clit and fingered her pussy. She wished he'd put something into her
asshole, but there would be time enough for that later.

After her cum, she bent and gave him a kiss, sliding her tongue deep
into his mouth and tasting her juices on his face. She knew that he would love
to cum but that wasn't going to happen. Or at least, she wasn't going to give
him one.

"Ooooo, lover, I'd love to continue this, but I'm going to be late
meeting Richard," she said as she slid off the desk and began to dress. He said
nothing, lust blazing in his eyes as he watched her put her clothes on. "Sorry
for leaving you in a state, dear, but maybe when you get home you can get your
wife to help you out."

She smiled as she took a packet out of her purse and held it in her
hand. "I'm looking forward to next time. Maybe we can get a little more
privacy."

Michael finally realized that he should say something. "Yeah. I'd like
to get together again." He stood, making no effort to hide the bulge in his
pants. "I'm sure I'll be able to convince Ann to have a little romp in the
sack," he continued with something of a grimace on his face.

Clair laughed and dropped the packet on the desk. "If she gives you
trouble, show her these." She blew him a kiss and went out the door with a wide
grin on her face. Things were coming together nicely.

She had no meeting with Richard. She'd just wanted to leave Michael
frustrated. Either he'd be more eager at their next meeting, or he go home and
fuck the shit out of Ann. Clair doubted that Michael's wife was much of a lay,
but it even that was all to the good. It would be much more humiliating for Ann
when she realized that she couldn't compete with Clair sexually.

Ann had had a frustrating several days herself. All day Sunday, she'd
been worked up from the previous nights events. She wanted Michael, but they'd
had a busy day planned and by the time they got into bed, Michael had rolled
over and gone to sleep leaving her, once again, very frustrated. Finally, this
morning, she'd been able to take care of herself. But just lying there and
rubbing her clit in the same way she usually did when she masturbated, proved to
be unsatisfying. She kept remembering the fire in her ass when they'd hit her,
and how her breasts had felt when they were slapped. Finally, desperate to cum,
she started to pull on one of her nipples, pinching and twisting the bud,
driving her short fingernails into it. What finally set her off, was when she
switched hand, and caught the scent of her pussy on her fingers. She found
herself sucking on those wet fingers as she came.

She lay there recovering for a minute, disgusted with herself for
letting go like that. She rose quickly and jumped into the shower, ensuring
that she washed herself thoroughly to remove all trace of her pussy juice. She
was a wife and a mother, and shouldn't even be thinking the disgusting things
that had been going through her head, never mind acting on them!

Michael breezed into the house a bit early. Ann was still making dinner
when he come it. He'd made a stop at the men's room in his building to wash
Clair's scent off his face. He fancied that he could still smell it, but
figured it was just his imagination.

"Honey," Ann said when he walked into the kitchen, "You're home early."

"Just a little. I finished up so I left."

Michael was in no mood for small talk. He wanted sex. Hot, dirty,
sloppy sex. However, all his attempts to interest Ann were ignored. He all but
pulled her into the bedroom, but she resisted, saying that Devon would be home
soon, and she had to finish dinner, and a hundred other excuses. He forgot all
about the invitation to Richard and Clair's until after they'd cleared the
table. When he mentioned it after Devon went upstairs Ann balked.

"No. Michael, please, they make me very uncomfortable."

Michael thought for a moment. He wondered how to play this. Ann didn't
know that he'd been watching the entire time that Clair had been abusing her.
He didn't want her to know that, but he'd looked at the pictures after she left.
They were very clear, and gave a completely skewed view of what had happened the
other night. Somehow, they'd made Ann look like she'd been enjoying herself.
Michael was sure that wasn't true - despite what Richard thought. His wife
didn't even like oral sex, for crying out loud. It was ludicrous to think that
Ann could possibly enjoy anything that had happened.

Michael, however, was still not thinking clearly. Between being
frustrated from his encounter with Clair, and very horny from seeing the
pictures of his dominated, half naked wife, then being refused sex when he got
home, he was determined that Ann would be going to the party.

He decided to show Ann the pictures, and claim that they were being
blackmailed into going to Richard's place. Probably this would completely kill
his chances for sex tonight, so he'd tell her tomorrow.

When they finally got to bed, he tried to get Ann to make love. His
cock was like steel and all he could think about was plowing into her wet pussy.
However, Ann was still feeling guilty, not only from her feelings over the
events on Sat. night, but from her masturbation session this morning. She was
completely unresponsive to Michael and eventually he gave up and went to sleep.
Ann did too, but not for a long time. She wished she hadn't told him no. Her
cunt was soaked and she really needed it filled.

Michael was not in a good mood the next day. He did come up with a plan
for presenting the pictures to Ann though. When he got home, later this time,
he tried to gauge her mood. She seemed alright, but still refused his advances.
That really pissed him off and went they were getting ready for bed, he put his
plan into action.

"Ann," he said, "we have to talk."

"Michael, I'm sorry. I know you want to make love but..."

"This isn't just about that," he said, cutting her off. "It's about a
number of things. First, we are going to dinner on Friday. We don't have any
choice."

"What do you mean we don't have any choice? It's not like they can
force us."

"Actually, they can. And will." He tossed the pictures on the bed. "
Clair came by and gave me these. She strongly suggested that we come to dinner,
especially after I told her you were reluctant."

Ann didn't move. She didn't know what was in the envelope, but she had
a feeling it was nothing good.

"What is in that?"

"Open it and see." He snorted in anger. "Maybe it's why you don't want
to have sex."

Time froze for Ann. Oh God, she thought, what was going on here? In
slow motion her shaking hand reached out for the envelope. She opened it up and
pulled out the pictures. There, in the first picture, in full clear color, was
a picture of her, half naked, with her tongue licking between Linda's ass
cheeks. Numbly, she looked through the rest. She didn't know that Michael
hadn't given her all of them. Just some of the most damning. After the third
picture, they fell from her fingers to the bed. She couldn't breath and reached
for her inhaler.

Michael waited for her to use the medicine and begin breathing again.
Then he said, in a harsh tone of voice, "So, this is why you won't sleep with
me? I can't even get you to give me a simple blowjob and meanwhile you're
fucking around on me. And with women!"

"No! No it wasn't like that..."

"Bullshit! Don't try and tell me that that's not you in those pictures.
So, you'll eat pussy but you won't suck a cock?"

"Michael, no, please that's not what happened!"

"Well it doesn't fucking well matter what happened. They have those
pictures and if we don't go to their place on Friday, they'll be all over
campus."

"Michael, please, let me explain."

"Forget it Ann. And I'll tell you another thing. Either you start
doing for me what you were doing for them, or I'm going to find a good lawyer.
Hell, even without a good lawyer, I could tear you apart in court. So. We're
going to dinner. And you'd better get used to sucking cock as well as that
pussy you seem to like so much."

Of course there were no pictures of Ann sucking pussy. She hadn't done
that. She felt her world crashing down. She could lose everything if Michael
went to court. She might even go to jail! With those pictures, no one would
believe her. Even if she somehow won, her life, her standing in the community,
everything would be destroyed.

"Please Michael, you don't understand. They made me do that. They
ganged up on me and you were nowhere to be found."

Inside, Michael was ecstatic. He'd be able to play this for just about
anything he wanted. And right now, he wanted a blow job, his first since they'd
been married all these years and his first ever from his wife. This was going
to be sweet. He felt the same lust building in him as he'd felt the other night
while watching his wife get dominated and abused.

"Oh right. So it's my fault that you were on your hands and knees
sucking pussy. Well, let me tell you. If you can suck cunt, you can suck dick.
And you're gonna suck mine right now, or I take those pictures and find a
lawyer."

Ann's eyes filled with tears. How could he do this to her? If she lost
him, she'd lose everything! She had no skills, no money of her own. She
depended on him for everything. She'd have nothing if he left her.

Michael was only turned on more by Ann's tears. Watching the women
abuse his wife had opened something up inside him. He wanted to do those things
to her. And he was going to, starting right now with the blow job she was going
to give him. He opened his pants and dropped them and his underwear to the
floor.

"If you can eat pussy, you can suck dick. Now either open your mouth,
or I leave and start thinking about a divorce."

Ann, still not believing that Michael would do this to her, opened her
mouth as Michael aimed the long, red skinned pole at her mouth. She grimaced as
the drooling tip pushed past her lips and Ann began to give her first ever blow
job.

Michael was in heaven as Ann's soft lips closed around his cock for the
first time ever. He got hold of her hair and used it as a handle to control her
head. She wasn't very good at it though, and he had to continually remind her
not to get her teeth in the way. She coughed and gagged a bit when he pushed
too far, but that didn't concern him. He also made sure to tell her that when
he came, he expected her to swallow everything. She tried to speak to plead
with him not to make her swallow his cum but he wasn't listening and in short
order began spraying her mouth with one of the most satisfying cums he'd had in
a long time.

Michael finished spraying the inside of her mouth with his salty seed,
and Ann swallow to keep up with the flow. She wasn't able to and it ran down
her chin, dripping onto her nightshirt.

Michael pulled his softening dick from his wife's reluctant mouth. With
out a word he stepped back, pulled off the rest of his clothes and climbed into
bed. He turned out his bedside lamp and closed his eyes.

Ann sat on the edge of the bed until his light went out. Then she got
up and went into the bathroom, her emotions awash in confusion. Guilt about
what she'd done the other night - even though she'd been forced into it, she
knew that she'd gotten off on thinking about it since then, fear that she'd lose
Michael over the pictures and anger at what he'd just done to her.

She looked at her face in the mirror, then grabbed a tissue to wipe off
the cum on her chin and nightshirt. She tried, as she stood there looking at
the image in the mirror, not to think of the other two emotions running through
her. But she failed.

The first emotion was that of fear, not of losing Michael, but of what
Clair might do to her if, or rather when, they went to dinner there. The other
was the lust that was now raging through her body from what she'd just done.
Her cunt was slick and she could almost smell her arousal. She could have
-should have - used mouthwash to get the taste of sperm out of her mouth. But
she didn't. Instead, she sat on the toilet seat and masturbated quickly and
quietly to orgasm.

When she exited the bathroom, still with out rinsing her mouth and also
without washing her hands, it appeared that Michael was asleep. She quietly
climbed into bed, so not to wake him, and tried to sleep herself. Once again
guilt and arousal, now joined by fear, wracked her mind and it was a lone time
before she fell asleep.

The week passed quickly for Michael. He was visited several times by
Clair, who was delighted to hear that he'd had to use the pictures to get Ann to
agree to dinner, and who also teased the crap out of him whenever possible.
Many times he was able to see her ample cleavage, and one time that she came to
his office, when she'd opened her coat, it was clear she had on no bra. He
was also treated to a number of panty shots and it was usually obvious that they
were wet.. She was always smiling, inviting, but never accommodating enough to
give him what he wanted. Michael was going somewhat crazy. He really wanted
Clair. He also wanted a repeat with Ann, but couldn't bring himself to do it.
He'd really enjoyed dominating her like that, but she'd seemed even more
withdrawn when they were alone. Of course, when Devon was around, she showed no
sign of what had happened Tuesday night.

The week dragged on forever for Ann. She lived in fear that Michael
would get a lawyer after her. However, he showed no sign of doing so. She also
feared that he'd make her give him another blow job. Feared it and wanted it -
badly. She had to keep from masturbating every day, but finally couldn't take
it and locked herself in the bathroom on Thursday afternoon just before everyone
got home and fingered herself to a powerful climax while thoughts of Michael's
cock and Clair's ass filled her head. Finally Friday arrived.

When Clair met them at the door, she gave no indication that she'd seen
Michael several times this week, nor did she give any indication that she knew
they, or at least Ann, was here under duress. She give Michael and Ann both a
light kiss on the cheek as she welcomed them into the house. This confused Ann,
but only started to arouse Michael. He'd been getting kisses all week - and
they weren't little pecks on the cheek either. Seeing how Clair was dressed
didn't help his state of mind either.

She was once again in boots, but these were spike heeled, black leather
that completely covered her calves. She had on a thin, short green skirt and a
green top that was unbuttoned so far that he could see the lace lingerie she
wore underneath it.

Dinner turned out to be a trial for Michael as well. Clair sat next to
him, so that Michael could look at his wife, who sat next to Richard. Her hand
was busy under the table, gripping his hard cock and rubbing it through his
trousers. He had an excellent view of her breasts since her shirt was
unbuttoned so far and he could see through the side. But the thing that made
him almost cum in his pants was very subtle, but very nasty.

At one point, when she was sure she had his attention, she put one hand
under the table. He tensed, sure that she was, once again, going for his cock.
Instead, a few seconds later, her hand immerged and he saw that two fingers were
soaked with creamy liquid. She looked at him and smiled, then licked what he
was sure was her own juices, off her fingers.

For Ann, dinner, while the food was excellent, was torture. She kept
wondering when and if Richard and Clair were going to bring up the party or the
pictures. Neither of them said a word about it, and Ann certainly wasn't
going to bring it up. But even though Clair said nothing to her, she did look
at Ann a number of times. And those looks caused Ann's stomach to clench enough
that she wasn't even able to finish her dinner. At times she felt almost dizzy
with fear. When she got up to use the bathroom though, she found her panties
were sopping wet.

When dinner was over, the men decided to retire to the den to shoot some
snookers. Ann wanted to stay with Michael, silently hoping he'd protect her
from Clair.

"Nonsense," said Richard, "you girls go off and have a good time."

Ann went, following a glowing Clair who wanted to show her some clothing
she'd recently purchased.

"Did you like the shoes that I was wearing the other night?" Smirked
Clair as they walked upstairs.

Ann said nothing, and just blushed. Every time she'd masturbated
visions of Clair in her sheer black stockings and high heels ran through her
mind. She wished, while in the throes of passion, that the other woman had made
her continue to lick her way up... all the way to the panties that covered...
Quickly, Ann changed her line of thought. She was a married, respectable
mother, and this woman was not going to change that.

Of course, Ann was also trying to forget the visions she'd had of
Michael forcefully fucking her in her mouth, cunt or both. It seemed that
either one or the other was a fantasy that got her off big time.

"Well," said Clair as she opened the door to a large room, "I have some
things that I'd love to see you in." Stopping she turned and faced Ann, fixing
her with a steely look and said, "I know that you won't give me any trouble
tonight, will you?"

Ann, her fears now coming to life didn't know what to do. What was
Clair going to do to her? Was there any way to stop the woman?

"C...Clair, please. I want to go back downstairs." Her eyes were
brimming with tears and her breathing began to get a bit labored. "I... I need
my inhaler."

"I'm sure you'll be able to get along with out it. Besides, we don't
want to bother the men now do we? Who knows what topics we might end up
discussing if we're all down there together. Perhaps something like how to
present certain types of pictures?"

Clair's grin was very wide now and from the look on Ann's face, she knew
she had her. "Now there are several pieces of clothing that I'd love to see you
in. So why don't you strip?"

"What? You want me to take off my clothes?"

"Of course dear. You can't very well try on anything else while your
still wearing those rags now can you?"

Clair's nasty grin almost made Ann want to faint.



Clair's New Toy
Part 3

Ann just stood there looking at Clair. The woman was deranged! She was
absolutely not going to remove her clothing.

Ann's resolve was short lived, however. Clair expected, hoped actually,
that the timid housewife would disobey her. Moving swiftly, she grabbed Ann's
hair and pulled her head back with one hand, while the other grabbed one of
Ann's big soft tits and started to squeeze.

"Now you listen to me you stupid bitch. I said strip, and you're going
to strip. Otherwise, those nice photos that I gave to hubby will make a splash
all over the university. You'd ruin Michael's career. He might even be forced
to dump your fat ass."

Tears filled Ann's eyes. Clair had hit on one of her major fears, that
Michael would dump her over those pictures. She couldn't let that happen. Her
breathing began to get labored and she knew that she needed to get her inhaler.

"Please, Clair, I can't breathe. I need my inhaler."

Clair let her go, but blocked her exit from the room. She was sure that
Ann only thought she needed the inhaler. She was equally sure that she'd
survive without it.

"Maybe I'll see that you get it," she paused and smiled, "But not as
long as you're wearing those crappy clothes. So either you strip, or you pass
out and I strip you. And if I have to do it, I'll be using a pair of scissors.
Those shitty rags really should be thrown out anyway."

Now that Clair had backed away, Ann was breathing a bit easier. It was
clear that the cruel woman wasn't going to let her go until she took her clothes
off. She raised her shaking hands and began to unbutton her blouse.

Clair derided her the entire time. Her own cunt was a sopping mess.
She couldn't believe how much humiliating Ann was turning her on. It was even
better since Michael was right downstairs, completely unknowing. Well, when
they got home tonight, Michael would no doubt find out what happened - at least
an edited account. Clair had things planned that she was sure Ann would never
willingly tell her husband about.

Clair had to admit that the woman didn't look too bad. Her tits sagged
some and she had a bit of a belly, but her nipples looked like they'd be perfect
targets for torture. That messy bush would have to go - Clair never let her
slaves keep their pubic hair. But that would come later.

"Put your hands behind your head, Ann."

Ann had been trying to keep her body covered with her hands. Clair
actually slapped her in the face when Ann didn't move to obey. After the second
slap, neither of them too hard, Ann complied. The action lifted her heavy
breasts a bit and made them look like even more tempting targets.

Ann couldn't believe she let the other woman do this to her. She should
have known better than to go off alone with Clair, and now look at what
happened. She was standing naked and exposed to the other woman. Clair walked
behind her and Ann started to turn to follow her only to receive a sharp slap on
her ass.

"Don't move until I tell you to move. I'm trying to look at this
pitiful thing you call a body and see if there's anything I have that will hide
all, or even some, of it's ugliness."

Ann stood straighter in indignation. She was NOT ugly. Just because
her tits sagged a little didn't mean she was ugly. She dressed well enough to
hide her belly, but Michael had never complained and she got looks when she was
at the mall. How dare Clair talk about her body that way.

Clair wasn't really studying Ann anymore. She'd decided the other night
that Ann was going to be her new toy and had prepared accordingly. She was just
out of Ann's line of sight when she picked up a pair of handcuffs that were in a
drawer of the table.

She smiled as she got ready to apply the cuffs to her unsuspecting
guest. If only Ann had known the real purpose of this room before she stepped
into it, she would had to have been dragged inside kicking and screaming. This
room was Clair and Richard's play room. It's where they brought the women that
they'd decided to make into toys when they wanted to play with them. In the
closets and tables were hundreds of toys that the couple had collected over the
years. Whips, vibrators, clamps, crops - you name it, they probably had it.
There was also a good deal of fetish clothing - some of which Clair was sure
would fit Ann. Clair was also an excellent judge of the female form and had
purchased some very special underwear for Ann to wear tonight.

"Put your hands behind your back and arch your back a bit. I need to
see how far those cow teats of yours sag before I can decide on what bra to have
you try on."

Ann had given up trying to resist. The other woman was clothed while
Ann was naked, and she was sure Clair would smack her around if she tried to get
dressed. God knew she wasn't going to be running from the room naked. So she
put her hands behind her back.

Click! Click!

Ann began to struggle as soon as she realized that her hands were no
longer free. Clair had expertly locked her wrists behind her.

"Clair! Let me go! What are you doing to me?"

"QUIET," shouted Clair. She had no worry about being heard - the room
was quite soundproof. Clair grabbed Ann's face with one hand and pulled her
close. "Now you listen carefully. If you pull on those and struggle, they're
going to make marks on your wrists. Do you really want to explain those marks
to Michael? Or your son? Do you?"

Ann's breathing was labored again. She was terrified of Clair.

"No," she almost whispered in reply.

"Now I'll take them off and put you in something more comfortable, but
if you fight me even a little bit, I'm going to slap the hell out of you, then
I'm going to tighten those things until they really hurt. You'll have bruises
on your wrists for weeks." Clair waked over and opened another drawer and
pulled out a pair of padded leather cuffs. In truth, they didn't see much use
because Clair never gave a shit if her toys got bruised. In fact, she preferred
her toys to get bruised. But for now, she would use them to get Ann's
cooperation.

Clair unlocked the cuffs, then made Ann hold out each arm to have them
put into the leather cuffs. It was a little risky, but the video that was being
taken would show her willingly letting herself be cuffed. Then, she locked the
other woman's hands behind her again. Next, she walked over to a set of closet
doors and opened them. Ann couldn't see what was inside, but when Clair came
out, she was dragging what looked to be a horse for Gymnastics - just without
the handles on top. She positioned Ann so that she was bent over the thing,
then released her hands, only to lock them into rings on the legs of the horse.

"Now, I'm going to give you a taste - just a little taste, of what
happens when you don't listen to me," said Clair. Ann could hear her moving
around, but couldn't see her. She was getting frantic to see what Clair was
doing.

Clair was removing her skirt and blouse, revealing the corset she had on
underneath. It was lacy and black and cinched her waist in quite a bit.
Corsets like this were going to become standard wear for Ann. She had on a
leather thong like the one she'd teased Michael with the other day, and, of
course her spike heeled boots. To this she added a 2" wide leather belt that
had rings hanging from it and a long pair of soft, black leather gloves. She
chose several items from a drawer behind her to hang from the belt. Then she
walked up behind the frantic Ann.

SWAT!

Ann cried out as something slapped her ass hard. Clair had hauled off
with one of her leather covered hands and smacked one of Ann's soft, white ass
cheeks hard enough to leave a red imprint.

"This is what you get when you don't listen to me. And it's just a
taste of what I can really do to you." Clair didn't bother to mention that
'this', and much, much worse, were going to be Ann's lot whether she obeyed or
not.

Ann received ten spanks - five on each ass cheek, and she was sobbing
and begging Clair's forgiveness after the first six. It was all music to
Clair's ears. The leather between her legs was sopping with her musky juices,
and her thick red hair was no doubt quite matted and wet. Ann's ass was very
red by the time Clair was finished. She'd remember this when she went to sit
down for the next day, but there weren't even any welts - yet.

"Are you ready to obey me?"

"Yes," sobbed Ann.

"You'll do what ever I say?"

"Yes, I'm sorry." Ann had no idea what she was sorry for, but it
sounded like something Clair wanted to hear. Clair recognized Ann's surrender
and smiled.

She bent and released Ann from the horse, locking the still sobbing
woman's hands in front of her. She then walked her over to a spot that had a
large plant hanging from a beam. From a drawer in the table, she pulled out a
remote and clicked it. The hook that the plant was hanging from began to drop
towards the women. When it was low enough, she pulled off the plant and set it
aside, then pulled Ann's reluctant form over and locked her wrist cuffs onto the
ring that had held the plant. She picked up the remote and clicked a button and
Ann's hands were pulled above her head. Despite her begging and whining, Clair
didn't stop until Ann was on her tiptoes.

"There," Clair said, "That's much better."

She walked over to a closet and pulled out a box with some items that
she'd chosen for Ann to wear earlier in the week. She put it down in front of
the worried woman and opened it up. The only thing in it that Ann could
identify was a pair of really high heeled shoes.

There was a pair of shoes in the box, and the heels were high enough to
make Ann very uncomfortable wearing them. But they were the least uncomfortable
thing in it.

"Now, I've chosen some things for you to wear under your clothes. And
you will wear them won't you dear?"

Ann was still smarting from the spanking she'd received, and somewhat
dazed from how swiftly Clair was taking control of her, so she just nodded.
Clair bent and pulled a black pair of panties from the box and began to work
them up Ann's legs.

"Open your legs, bitch," said Clair.

Blushing and mortified, Ann opened her legs which allowed Clair to mold
the panties to her cunt. She noted how wet Ann was and smiled to herself. So,
the slut was getting off on this, was she? Well, that wouldn't last. These
panties weren't any off the shelf panties. They were designed to look great but
the cloth they were made out of was very irritating. Especially to wet,
sensitive flesh. And the more moisture, the more they'd stick, rub and
irritate, especially if the person wearing them was moving around. Clair
intended to see that Ann would be moving around quite a bit.

Next came the bra. It was also black and molded Ann's large breasts
into perfectly smooth mounds on her chest. The inside of it was lined with
thousands of very flexible, tiny spikes. The effect of wearing it for any
length of time was like having itching powder rubbed into your skin. The spikes
were especially dense around the nipple area and the entire thing was a bit too
small for Ann's tits.

Ann's arousal at the whole episode had died. Her shoulders were
starting to ache and the panties and bra weren't all that comfortable - although
she had to admit they looked good on her, even if the bra was too small. The
back of the panties were starting to sink into the crack of her ass. She knew
though, that it wasn't proper for her to be wearing such garments and wished
Clair would take them off.

"Please Clair, my arms hurt. Let me down."

"Oh, not yet dear," came the cheerful reply. "There are still a few
more things I want to add to hide that fat pig body of yours"

Ann blushed. She wasn't fat, damn it! But her arms did hurt and she
didn't want to annoy Clair since it was obvious that the woman was crazy.

Clair reached into the box and pulled out a wide piece of leather. It
had buckles and rings on it and Ann had no idea what it was. She soon found out
as Clair buckled it around her waist and began tightening the three straps.

Clair loved this piece of equipment. It was made from leather that
wasn't too thick, but it was wide. It had three heavy duty buckles attached to
three sturdy straps on the front and was designed to tightly cinch the waist of
whoever was wearing it. There were a number of rings attached to it in
convenient places that would allow a slave to be bound in a number of
uncomfortable positions with wrist cuffs, crotch straps, hair ties, and anything
else an inventive person could come up with. Clair was very inventive.

Once she was finished buckling the thing on, Ann found it was hard to
draw a deep breath. The leather was crushing her waist and digging into her
skin. Plus, since it was so warm in the room, she had begun to sweat and the
bra and panties Clair had put on her were causing her cunt and tits to burn and
itch. Her shoulders and calves were killing her and her hands were going numb.
Even her toes hurt from standing on the tips for so long. She really needed to
be let down.

"Well, that's somewhat better. So now it's time for us to have a little
talk. When you start begging to do what I'm going to ask you to do, then I'll
let you down."

"Please Clair, you can let me down now. I'll do what you want." Ann,
of course, had no idea what Clair was going to want, but it didn't matter as
long as she would be let down. How bad could it be? Besides, she figured that
the other woman just wanted her to beg to be let down.

"No, no. I don't think that you appreciate how uncomfortable I can make
you. So first I'll give you a little taste of that, then I'll tell you what I
want you to beg for."

Walking behind Ann, she opened a closet and pulled something out. When
Ann saw what was in her leather clad hands, she began to tremble. Surely Clair
wouldn't hit her with that? It would kill her!

Ann was wrong on both counts. Clair did hit her and the thin leather at
the end of the crop stung like a bee. Ann didn't die, of course, but after
about the fourth time it cracked on her ass, raising a nice welt, she started to
wish she was dead.

She'd never felt anything like this in her life. The pain of the
leather welting her skin, plus the burning and itching caused by the underwear
Clair had put on her, was making her sob and beg for mercy. Clair stopped after
leaving ten thick, red welts on Ann's full white ass where the panties hadn't
protected her.

"OK, I think you're ready. Do I have your attention?" Ann shook her
head, tears dripping down her face. She was having a hard time breathing.
"Good. From now on, you'll call me Mistress in private and Mrs. Jameson in
public. Do you understand?"

"Clair, please, stop this...AAaahhhh!"

This time the crop landed on her upper thigh leaving yet another welt.

"I didn't think you'd be this stupid. We are in private - in my house.
And here you'll call me Mistress or Ma'am. Now try again."

"Y..yes Mistress"

"Hmm. You got it right the second time. And here I was beginning to
think you were too stupid to get it at all. Now, you can beg to eat my cunt."
Ann looked at the woman in shock. "That's right. I'm going to whip you with
this until I hear the words, 'Please Mistress, may I eat your cunt?'"

Down came the crop again, this time on the other thigh. Ann's arms
burned and jerked as her legs kicked. Clair continued to beat her, raising welt
after welt - all in places that would be covered by the clothing that she'd worn
here. Clair didn't make her bleed. That would be for another day. It took
another twenty or so strokes before Clair realized that Ann was sobbing too hard
to speak. While she waited for the woman to regain her breath, she attached a
cuff to her right ankle, then tied a rope between that and a ring on the back of
the waist cincher. Ann found she was now forced to balance on the tip-toes of
one foot.

SLAP! Ann screamed again as the narrow leather landed on the bottom of
her foot. She lost her balance and hung from her arms for a second, sobbing and
panting as she found her footing again.

"I'm going to keep beating you until I hear you begging me. Are you
ready to beg yet? Or am I going to continue to work on your foot. It's quite
painful, as you might have noticed, and it's only going to get worse."

Ann was still sobbing and trying to catch her breath as Clair began to
walk behind her.

"No! Please. Mistress. May I um... may I lick your...vagina."

Clair burst out laughing. "May you lick my vagina? You stupid little
prude." She paused and raised the crop again. "No, you may not lick my vagina.
I told you what to say, and I'm not going to stop hitting until you say it."

The crop landed on Ann's inner thigh and she howled. Two more blows,
both on her ass, then one more to her foot and Clair stopped again to let Ann
catch her breath. It wouldn't do for her to pass out - she wouldn't feel pain
if she were unconscious.

Ann spoke. "May I p..please eat... eat your cunt."

Clair smiled. "Very good slut. Yes, you may. After I give you another
ten with the crop for making me wait so long."

Ann looked at her in shock, then screamed as the crop fell again.

While Ann was getting her first taste of domination, Michael and Richard
had retired to play a game of snooker. They hadn't played for very long before
Richard brought up the topic of Ann and what had happened at the party.
Michael, in turn, told Richard about how he'd forced her to give him a blowjob.

"Thing is," said Michael, "I'm not really attracted to her anymore."
Richard was whipping his ass at the game - no surprise since Michael sucked at
pool, and the excellent scotch he'd drunk wasn't helping. "I had more fun
watching Clair and those other women the other night than getting my first blow
job in God knows how many years." He missed another shot. "She wasn't very
good at it, that's for sure." Michael realized he was just a little drunk -
enough to make him not care too much what he said.

Richard sank the rest of the balls and stood, then looked over at
Michael. "You know," he said, "that Clair is probably slapping the shit out of
her right now, don't you? Either that or your wife's getting her first lesson
on how to eat pussy." He chuckled as Michael grinned. "Clair can get very,
very nasty."

"Like I said," responded Michael, "I lost all attraction to her a while
ago. I just hadn't realized it."

Richard had said earlier that he and Clair had the kind of relationship
that allowed for all kinds of opportunities for sexual play. What he didn't say
was just how sadistic he and his wife would get while playing with their 'toys'.
He didn't want to scare Michael into keeping Ann away from Clair. No matter
what Michael said, Richard wouldn't trust him until he had something on him. He
came to a decision.

"Mike my boy, how would you like to take a walk on the wild side?"

Michael looked at him. "What'd you have in mind?"

"How about if I said that, since your wife is occupied, you could get a
real blowjob?"

"From who?"

Richard chuckled as he picked up his phone, "Well not me. I don't swing
that way. If you can trust me, then I promise you'll get one of the best
blowjobs you've ever had."

Michael's heart was pounding. He wanted this, but he was still
hesitant.

Holding the cordless phone in one hand, Richard motioned Michael over
and flipped a switch. "Maybe this will help you decide." He pointed at a small
color monitor.

Michael looked at it and said, "Holy shit!"

Richard smiled and said, "Well, since Ann's occupied, looks like this
would be good time, eh?"

Michael, his cock hardening from the scene on the screen, just nodded
his head. Richard dialed the phone. All he heard, as he watched Clair spank
his wife's ass while she was bent over the horse, was "You've got ten minutes.
I don't care - you know the rules. Now move it."

About ten minutes later the doorbell rang and Richard turned to Michael
and said, "Wait here. I'll be back in a second."

He returned in short order with a small Chinese girl in tow. Literally.

Michael opened his mouth in a soundless whistle as he watched the two.
Richard was leading the girl, she looked like one of the freshmen at the school,
by a chain. The chain was connected to two tight clamps attached to the girl's
thick, brown nipples. She was wearing only white, platform high heels (the kind
that strippers usually wear), the nipple clamps and a blindfold.

"She doesn't need to know your name or see who you are," said Richard.
"All she needs is to be given some direction since she's my willing little
slave, aren't you dear?"

The girl nodded, then gasped as Richard jerked the chain. "Yes Master,"
she said without a trace of an accent.

Looking at Michael he said, "Why don't you have a seat over there?"
Michael, his eyes glued to the beautiful body in front of him, had totally
forgotten that this room was the room where they had taken all those pictures of
his wife with Clair. Even had he remembered, it was unlikely he would have
cared. He only had eyes for the girl now being pulled toward him.

"Position!" Richard barked, once Michael was seated and the girl had
been guided in front of him. She immediately stood with her legs opened to
shoulder width and her hands behind her head. Michael was almost drooling over
her body. Sure her tit's were small - compared to Clair or his wife, but they
were more than a handfull. And her nipples were dark and so huge! His eyes
traveled down her body, past her narrow waist and wide, shallow hips and rested
on her shaven cunt. The lips were pulled slightly open and he could see she was
actually wet down there.

"Little Lucy is a real prize." Richard said. "I spotted her on campus
and wanted to fuck her in the worst way. She was having problems in one of her
classes and I offered to tutor her. As you can guess, one thing lead to
another. Turns out that she swings both ways, and really loves the kind of
games that my wife plays. She totally gets off on pain - giving or receiving.
But she likes it too much for Clair's taste - Clair likes her playmates to be a
little more reticent when it comes to sex. Lucy is an eager little slut,
though, aren't you my dear?"

"Yes Master," came the girl's voice once again.

"Anyway, unlike my wife, I like my sluts to get off on what I do to
them. Lucy is still one of Clair's favorites though because she's also real
good at doling out pain - and she doesn't hesitate to do the nastiest shit, do
you dear?"

"No Master."

"And why is that?"

"Because I'm a filthy, pain loving, slut."

Richard smiled, "See? I gave her ten minutes to get over here to give a
blow job to a complete stranger. She was a minute late, and so will get
punished for that, but she was only late because she had to get someone to cover
for her where she works." He put the chain attached to the clamps into her
teeth, pulling up her nipples painfully in the process. "Don't let that drop
slut."

"Yesh Mashter."

Richard walked over to the pool cues and picked one up. He unscrewed it
and left the thicker end on the table and walked back to stand next to the girl.

"How many cunt?"

"Ten Sher?"

Richard smiled. "Ten it is. Then you will give a blow job to my friend
and he'd better like it a lot or you'll spend the rest of the night with a cue
ball up your ass, got it?"

"Yesh Sher."

Michael's cock was a bar of steel. He couldn't believe that this
beautiful coed would allow herself to be treated this way. He hadn't really
thought about why Richard had the thin end of the cue stick in his hand. Oh, he
realized in an abstract sort of way that he was going to hit the girl with it,
but he was unprepared for just how hard Richard was going to hit her. Or where.

He twitched as the makeshift cane slashed through the air and buried its
self in the base of the girl's right breast. She let out a guttural moan, but
didn't move an inch. Michael watched, getting more and more aroused, as Richard
caned Lucy's tits - each strike causing the girl to moan and groan. Her thick
nipples, tightly held by the clamps, were pulled this way and that as her
breasts were beaten. Richard smiled when he finished and the girl stood
panting, sweat beading on her body. Michael couldn't remember a time when he'd
been this worked up.

"OK cunt. Get on your knees. Move up. There. Now open his pants and
make sure you do a very good job. You can let go of the chain now."

Michael was squirming with lust as the girl's small hands deftly opened
his pants, despite the fact that she couldn't see, and freed his cock. He
groaned as she started licking it, her small hands barely fitting around its
girth. Not that he was huge, but he was a respectable seven inches and pretty
thick. He was totally amazed when she shifted her position and managed to take
his entire cock into her mouth and throat. God! He'd never felt anything like
this. It felt like her tongue was everywhere. Her hands caressed and gently
squeezed his balls. She'd occasionally take his cock out of her mouth and
stroke it with her hand while she licked and sucked on his balls. She never
questioned who he was or even showed any curiosity. She just sucked his cock as
she'd been told.

As soon as Richard was sure that the room's security system had picked
up enough, he said to Michael, "Feel free to fuck her face. She loves that.
And she'll swallow every drop of cum - or you can cum on her face and make her
go back to work that way." Of course, Richard thought to himself, she'll
swallow a good deal more than just cum!

As Michael neared his orgasm, he did grab her hair and start to push.
She immediately put her hands behind her back and Richard started urging him to
fuck her harder. He did, finally spewing a huge load of cum down Lucy's throat.
She took it all with no problem and sat back on her heels awaiting orders.

While Michael recovered, Richard pulled the girl over to where he was
standing and opened his pants. Her face was flushed and she was panting, saliva
coated her chin and had dripped on her breasts. It was clear that her nipples
were in a lot of pain, but Richard paid that no mind, pulling roughly on the
chain to get her into position. Then Michael watched one of the roughest face
fuckings he'd ever imagined. Lucy's face was continually pulled onto Richard's
massive cock with no thought for the girl's comfort. It was big enough that she
occasionally gagged, but that didn't stop Richard. He just banged away,
bruising the girl's lips and occasionally reaching down to pull on the chain
between her jiggling breasts. Finally he groaned and came, pumping most of his
sperm down her throat, but pulling out and spurting the last spurt on her face.
Richard put his softening cock back in her mouth and looked at Michael.

Grinning, he said, "You know, one of the things I like most after a
great orgasm is a good, hard piss."

Michael's eyes widened as he realized, watching Lucy's throat working
and her occasional cough, that Richard was, indeed, pissing in the young girl's
mouth. Some escaped and dripped on to her already wet tits. Michael, who's
cock was getting hard from watching Richard face-fuck Lucy, got fully hard as he
watched her drink Richards urine. He'd never thought about that sort of thing,
but he now found it an immense turn on.

"Gee," said Richard pulling out and shaking the last few drops of urine
onto Lucy's face, "Looks like you need to be taken care of again."

Indeed, Michael wasn't going to turn this down. Who knew if the
opportunity would come his way again, and it'd been years since he'd gotten two
erections in this short a time. Lucy was directed back to Michael, now
whimpering as her sore, beaten tits were roughly pulled by the nipples. She put
her mouth back onto his cock and began to suck. Michael had noticed, as she
knee walked her way over, that her inner thighs were drenched with her cum and
it got him even hotter to think that she was getting off on being used like
this. Sighing, he settled back for his second fantastic blow job.

Meanwhile, things upstairs had gone from bad to worse for Ann. After
Clair had finished whipping her with the crop, and letting down her foot, she
put the heels on Ann. Ann was grateful for the relief that it gave her arms,
but the damn heels really hurt - they were very high and just a bit too small.
Her ass and thighs were a mass of red welts and she was to the point where she'd
do anything to get Clair to stop whipping her.

"Are you ready to eat my cunt? I assume that it's your first time,"
sneered Clair.

"Yes, yes please just let me down." Ann was gasping and sweating from
the strain on her arms and the pain her body was in. The more she sweat, the
more the bra and panties irritated her skin. She could feel that her nipples
were really swollen and throbbing from the rough inside of the bra and her cunt
and asshole were really irritated as the panties sank deeper into her crotch.

Clair, deciding that Ann was finally in a state where she really would
do pretty much anything she was told, used the remote and let her arms down.
Ann sank to her knees, unable to stand in the wobbly high heels. That, thought
Clair, would have to change. She liked her toys to wear clothing that was
uncomfortable, but slutty, and these heels were only four inches! Christ, she
had her work cut out for her.

Once Ann was on her knees, Clair released her wrist cuffs from the
cable, got a good grip on her hair and made her crawl over to her favorite
chair. It was the perfect height to have a slut eat her cunt and had been used
for that purpose many times. When they got there, Clair stood in front of Ann
and said, "Pull down my panties, cunt."

"What?"

"You need to clean out your ears. If I have to keep repeating myself,
I'm going to start whipping you again. Now pull down my panties. Then get to
work. I don't want to wait all night for an orgasm, so I hope that you have
some idea how to eat a cunt."

Clair doubted it. Ann's shaking hands reached up to remove the soft
leather thong. She couldn't believe how strong the other woman smelled. She
couldn't really even identify all the smells - they were a combination of
leather, wet cunt and... other things. If she'd only known what, she would have
been even more reluctant to beg to eat this woman's cunt. Not that it would
have made any difference in the end.

After she had pulled down Clair's panties, Clair locked the leather
cuffs together behind Ann. Then she unclipped a whip with long strands from her
belt. Ann was shaking as she looked at it. Clair liked this whip. It had
rubber strands that not only stung like hell, but had a tendency to stick to
skin, pulling and irritating it more than a leather whip. She smiled at Ann as
she sat down, the threat implicit, and spread her legs wide. She was in the
perfect position to get her cunt eaten - which was why she loved this chair so
much. Grabbing Ann's hair, she pulled her toward her wet, drooling cunt. Clair
had prepared for this all day.

Ann's stomach clenched in disgust. This was awful! She had never even
had oral sex done to her - it was too gross to even think about - and here she
was being forced to lick this woman, whom she barely knew! She knew for certain
that her own vagina never smelled like this. Clair's red haired crotch was
soaked with slimy, white fluid. It was everywhere, literally dripping out of
the slightly open tunnel, and matting the dark red hair on her outer lips. She
could see the woman's clitoris; it was thick and poking from it's hood.

SLAP!

Ann yelled as the whip slashed across her back. "You've had enough time
to admire my cunt, bitch. Start licking." She paused for a second, then
knowing the answer, asked, "Have you ever had your cunt eaten before?"

Ann, despite her pain, was outraged. "Certainly not! It's disgusting
and degrading! A filthy act." She stopped, realizing that she might have said
too much. After all, she was going to be forced to perform this 'disgusting and
degrading' act.

Clair smiled and said, "Well, don't worry. No one's going to be licking
your worthless cunt. Now get started. Or do I have to use this whip to
convince you?"

Ann couldn't bring herself to do it, she just couldn't. Right up until
the time that the whip fell on her back again, stinging and burning. Ann was
miserable, in pain, her own sex and breasts burning and itching and now forced
to perform this degrading sex act on another woman. But it was obvious that
Clair was going to get what she wanted, and when Clair grabbed her hair and
pulled forward she closed her eyes as her lips made contact.

Clair was in heaven. It took several more lashes of the whip to get Ann
to open her mouth and start using her tongue. Really, the woman had no idea
what to do, but Clair, using the whip and her grip on Ann's hair, guided her and
gave directions. Ann was overwhelmed by the smell and taste. It was so much
stronger than what she had fantasized about when she'd licked her own fingers
and she discovered that there was a huge difference between fantasy and reality.
She wanted out. She didn't want to do this - be forced to lick and suck the
slimy flesh. It was salty and, surprisingly, tasted a little like Michael's cum
had the other night. She would have thrown up had she known that she was, in
fact, not only licking Clair's own abundant juices, but Richard's cum as well.
They'd fucked a few hours before Michael and Ann had arrived, and Clair had made
sure that Richard came deep in her cunt - knowing that Ann would be on her knees
at some point, sucking it out. During the day, she'd also had made sure not to
wipe her cunt after pissing either. After all, Ann would have to get used to
that taste as well. Just thinking about it, what Ann was being forced to lick
from her cunt, and what Ann would be forced to do in the future, made Clair
orgasm. In spite of Ann's inexpert cunt eating.

The drive home was quiet. Michael had no desire to speak to Ann; he was
basking in a level of sexual contentment that he hadn't felt in years - if ever.
He was also remembering Richard's offer of more sex with Lucy and, perhaps,
others. And Ann - Ann was in shock. Her horrible experience with Clair hadn't
ended with her eating the woman to orgasm. She closed her eyes as she tried to
block what had happened out of her mind, but it was no use. Before tonight, she
couldn't even imagine one human doing that to another! Unwillingly, she
remembered once again what Clair had done to her. Her stomach clenched and she
got queasy as the scene replayed through her mind.

Clair had just had her orgasm, her thick, musky juices, coating Ann's
lower face. She lowered Ann onto the floor on her back, then forced some kind
of ring into her mouth and buckled it in. Then she sat on Ann's face, blocking
her nose and mouth with her slimy crotch.

"Now here's your choice," she said looking down at the terrified woman,
"you either start swallowing, or I'll make you pass out from lack of air, then
I'll piss all over your face and head. You'll have to go home like that,
because I won't let you use the bathroom."

Ann literally couldn't comprehend what was going to happen to her until
Clair shifted and her mouth began to fill with a salty, oily fluid. She
swallowed in reflex before she realized that Clair was pissing in her mouth.
Hot urine started to overflow from her filled mouth when she tried to stop
swallowing, but Clair shifted and cut off Ann's air, forcing the woman to choose
between getting her next breath and swallowing the briney liquid in her mouth.
She knew Clair wouldn't let her breathe until she swallowed, so controlling her
heaving stomach, she swallowed. Clair moved and Ann drew a breath from her
nose, the thick smell of Clair's cunt filling her nostrils with each breath.
Clair once again began to empty her bladder into Ann's mouth and choking and
gagging, she swallowed until Clair was finished. True to her word, Clair didn't
let Ann clean up at all, despite the urine that had run down her cheeks and to
the hollow of her throat. She made the Ann get dressed in her own clothes,
after removing the waist cincher - but forced her to keep the uncomfortable
underwear on. They went downstairs where Michael was ready to go, so they said
their good nights and left.

End part 3



Clair's New Toy
Part 4


It was a Monday and once again Michael found himself unable to
concentrate on work. Thoughts of Clair mixed with thoughts of Lucy raced
through his head, stiffening his cock and making it impossible to think of
something as mundane as grading papers. He looked up as his office door popped
open and Clair strolled in like she owned the place.

"Michael dear, it's so good to see you," she said as she gave him a kiss
on the lips, her eyes sparkling. "Did you have a good weekend?"

It had been, in fact, a pretty good weekend. At first Michael thought
he'd be consumed by guilt from what he'd done with Lucy, but in fact, he found
that he just didn't care. He loved Ann, but she did nothing for him sexually.
He had wondered, over the weekend, if he could find some way of having the same
kind of relationship with his wife that it appeared Clair and Richard had. Ann,
for her part, had been pretty close mouthed about what had gone on with Clair.
She'd gone right into the bathroom when they got home, leaving him to deal with
the sitter, and when he'd gotten upstairs, she was already in bed, freshly
showered. She must have been at least a little pleased since he did nothing to
push sex on her. Not that he hadn't spent the entire weekend really horny. He
just wasn't interested in Ann. Clair now... he wondered if he could finally get
his cock inside that body of hers.

"It was fine. You know, boring stuff. Grading papers and doing the
family thing."

Clair got a big grin on her face. "Well, Richard says that you two had
a great time while your wife and I were together. I have some more pictures.
Would you like to see them?"

"Sure," he said, holding his hand out for the packet.

Clair watched as Michael looked through the pictures. Most of them were
of her forcing Ann to perform various degrading acts. But to someone who didn't
know the two women, the first pictures of Ann offering her wrists for the cuffs
and stripping off her own clothes, would have given the viewer the erroneous
impression that Ann was a willing participant. Clair waited for Michael to get
to the last three in the stack. They were not of Ann and her, but of Michael
and Lucy. She especially liked the one of Michael forcefully fucking the teen's
face. She knew that Lucy had very sensitive nipples - she'd tortured them often
enough - and that those clamps on her tits had hurt like hell. Lucy got off on
pain, and since she liked giving as much as she liked receiving, she was
definitely going to be in on Clair's plans for Ann. She smiled looking at
Michael's face as he saw the last pictures in the set.

He kept his face quite blank as he put the pictures back in the
envelope.

"So," he said, "what do you want?"

Clair frowned, as if she didn't know what he was talking about. "What
do you mean?"

"I figure you must want something or you wouldn't be showing me pictures
that could, at the very least, get me fired."

Clair laughed. "Don't worry darling. I have no intention of letting
those pictures get out. But since you ask, I'll tell you what I want."

She moved around the desk to once again sit on the edge. Even though he
was very nervous, considering she had evidence that could get him into a lot of
trouble, he couldn't help notice how hot she was. Today she was wearing a black
top and short skirt. The top was leather and sleeveless with a collar that went
around her neck making it sort of a halter top. Her skirt was also leather and
when she sat it rode up very high on her thighs. The sheer black stockings
looked especially sexy when combined with the black, spiked heels she was
wearing. Michael wondered how she could balance in the things, since they
looked like they were at least five inches high. He could see that the skirt
had buttons and loops up one side holding it on.

"Well," said Clair leaning toward him and unzipping the leather top. "I
want two things. First, I want complete access to your wife. I want you to
promise that you won't interfere with me no matter what I want to do to her."

Michael's brain was working just enough to ask, "You're not going to
kill her or anything?" Clair saw his eyes were following her hand as it lowered
the zipper.

"No dear." Clair gave a nasty smile. "She might wish she was dead,
though." She had completely unzipped the top and was shrugging it off.
Michael's eyes were fixed to her huge, firm breasts. Just as he leaned forward
to grasp one, she spun around and got off the desk. She walked to the door and
locked it. Standing in front of him, she slowly unbuttoned her skirt until all
that was holding it on was one button on the top. Clair could see she had his
full attention.

"And what is the second thing?"

"Well, right now," Clair cooed as she spread her legs wide and grasped
the bottoms of her tits with her hands, "I want that nice, hard cock in my poor
empty little pussy."

She walked forward, unhooking the last button on the skirt letting it
fall to the floor. She paused for a second letting him take in the sight of her
teeny, dark green, silk g-string and the black thigh highs she had on. Then she
leaned forward on the front of the desk and thrust out her ass. Michael wasted
no time at all getting to the front of the desk and unzipping his pants to free
his cock. He could see, as moved behind her, that the thin silk strip covering
her gash was soaked and all but buried in her furred slit. It took no time at
all to move that bit of silk aside and bury his cock into her to the hilt. She
was sopping wet and he groaned from the heat of her cunt. He was surprised that
she was so tight, especially since he'd seen how big Richard was.

"Oh, yeah," she said, savoring the feeling of triumph of stealing Ann's
husband's cock from her. If Clair had anything to do with it, the only time Ann
would get Michael's cock in her would be at a gang bang. "Mmm. That's great."
He said nothing as he pumped in and out of her tight gash. "Tell me, " she
said, "is it a deal?"

"Yeah," he said. He knew that Clair was counting on the fact that she
had the pictures and that he was in her pussy to make him agree with her. But
frankly, as long as he still had a clean house and dinner when he got home, and
as long as no one found out, he didn't care what they hell she did with Ann. He
reached around those massive, dangling tits and got a firm hold on Clair's
nipples, tugging them in time with his thrusts. She groaned her approval.

"So you don't care if I make Ann eat my cunt? You won't say anything if
she comes home with her tits all black and blue because I've been beating them?
Bleeding welts here and there?"

"Nope." He grunted as her cunt spasmed and closed on his cock. God,
she felt better that Ann ever had.

"Ungh - your cock feels sooo good," she said. After a few more strokes
in her cunt she continued, "It's going to happen, you know. I'm going to beat
her and make her do the most perverted things I can think of."

Michael was really close to cuming. Just the thought of Clair beating
his wife, whipping her ass until it bled was getting him off.

"And in return, not only will I not say anything about those pictures of
you, but you can fuck all the little coeds that my husband wants to share with
you. Uhhhh, god I love your cock. Ohhh. Yeah, can you just imagine making
your wife eat my cunt after you've cum in it?"

That did it for Michael. He pushed deep, groaning as he dumped spurt
after spurt of cum into her slick cunt. Clair, imagining that she was going to
make Ann suck the cum out, came also, the fantasy strong in her mind. She could
imagine squeezing the cum into Ann's mouth, then making her drink down a bladder
full of her piss. The fantasy was even better since it was Ann's husband who
was cuming in Clair's cunt.

They stood there panting as Michael's cock slowly, oh so slowly, began
to get soft. Clair wiggled her ass against him when he finally popped out. She
spun around and knelt, quickly pulling his cock into her sucking mouth, licking
off their combined juices. He was more than half hard when she finished. She
stood though and began to dress, making it clear that she was finished with him.

Looking him in the eye as she re-buttoned her skirt, she said, "I wasn't
kidding about anything you know. I plan on using your wife in the most
degrading and painful ways I can think of." She rubbed her firm, still bare
tits on his chest. "And I can be very inventive."

At the moment, Michael was more concerned about the fact that he'd just
had yet another fantastic orgasm that didn't include his wife. In fact, he'd
noticed he had a higher sex drive, better orgasms and more erections in the last
two weeks that in the last 10 years. Inside, he was getting vaguely angry - but
not at Clair.

"As long as I don't have to take her to the hospital, and I still have
meals and a clean house, I don't care what you do with her."

Clair was finished getting dressed now, and she leaned forward and
kissed him on the lips. "Well, you can play with all the little coeds you want
as long as you save some of that cock for me." She drew back with a serious
look on her face. "I plan on using Ann tomorrow. In fact, I'm taking her
shopping with me, then back to the house for a little get together with some
friends of mine."

Michael thought for a moment. "What time are you going back to your
house?"

"Why?" asked Clair. No matter what he said, she didn't believe that he
would let her do what she wanted to Ann if he could interfere. She didn't want
him involved until she had completely broken Ann.

"Because I have to be here tomorrow until four and Devon is off because
of teacher's conferences."

"No problem - we'll drop him here before I take her to my house. If I
were you, I wouldn't wait up for her. Why don't you make it a Father and Son
night?"

Michael smiled, "That sounds like a good idea."

Clair pulled out her cell phone and, holding a finger across her lips,
dialed a number.

"Hello Ann, this is Clair." Pause. "No, I don't think you should hang
up. Remember those wonderful pictures that Michael showed you? Well, I have
lots more from the other night - especially the end of the night." Another
pause. "Remember how you begged to serve me? To eat my cunt?" Michael's
eyebrows went up at that comment. "I'm *so* glad you remembered. Now tomorrow,
I'll be by at 10 am sharp to pick you up for a little shopping." Clair's grin
got wider and her voice got sharp, "No, you listen to me Bitch. You'll be ready
to go and you'll have your son ready too - we're only going shopping after all,
and you will do what I tell you or I'll send those pictures to your parents. I
understand that your father is a preacher, right?" Michael was surprised that
Clair had that little piece of info - he hadn't told her. "And let's not even
think of what Michael would do if he found out the sort of things a perverse
little slut like you gets off on. Things like what you did just before we
finished up for the night." There was a longer pause. "I thought so. Ta ta!"
and she ended the call.

Michael was blazing with curiosity about what Ann had done.

"Not to worry sweetie - nothing she won't do for you after I've had her
for a while. She didn't seem to enjoy herself though." She gave Michael a kiss,
then breezed out the door leaving him standing there with another lump in his
pants.

Michael sat there and thought about why he was angry. And he was
pissed, because he was thinking about all those wasted years. He was
remembering that with a willing woman who wasn't a prude, sex could be really
fantastic. Ann had had ample time to prove that she was just a complete zero in
bed and if someone else could get off with her, fine. He felt that when it
came to sex, she'd wasted years of his life and he was ready to start getting
them back.

The object of Michael's frustrations was currently sitting at the
kitchen table with tears dripping down her face. She didn't want to go with
Clair, that was for sure, but now she truly didn't have any choice. What would
happen if Michael ever found out that she had performed those disgusting acts?
She was no longer even remotely turned on by the thoughts that had plagued her
last week. Now, in addition to the horror of the ugly reality, she felt even
worse because she'd gotten pleasure from those gross fantasies she'd had.

The next morning found Ann with red eyes sitting at the kitchen table
drinking her third cup of coffee. It was 8 am, Devon was still asleep and
Michael was at work and she'd been up since six. She hadn't slept a wink. To
make matters worse, when she'd told Michael that she would be spending the day
shopping with Clair, he'd smiled and told her to have a good time. Of course,
he had no idea what was going to happen to her, but then, neither did she.
Clair was a depraved, loose woman who, unfortunately, had her over a barrel. If
those pictures ever got out she'd be completely ruined!

She had just finished applying makeup when the doorbell rang. Devon had
been a pain all morning because he wanted to stay home and play video games
while she was out. Ann was too over protective to leave the boy home alone and
now he was sullenly sitting in the living room waiting to go.

Ann rushed downstairs just as Devon answered the door for Clair. Had
she seen the look on her son's face, she would have left him home for sure.
Clair was, once again, dressed like a total slut. At least according to Ann.

Clair stood there for a moment, almost posing, while Devon stammered a
question trying to find out who she was. She'd dressed for effect today, mainly
for Ann's benefit, but in the back of her mind, she also wanted to get Devon's
attention. She had taken Michael, now she wanted Ann's son as well. The boy
was too young to really interest her, but she'd have a blast alternating between
teasing him, flattering him and spoiling him.

They all piled in Clair's Mercedes, with Clair and Devon in back. Clair
said she wanted to get to know Ann's "delightful son" while Ann drove. Ann
looked like she was going to protest, but Clair pulled the tip of a white
envelope from her purse and glanced toward Devon. The threat was clear: Do what
I want, or I'll show pictures of what you did to your innocent son. Ann folded
with out the slightest protest.

The shopping trip was a nightmare for Ann. Clair, of course, had a
blast. She managed to completely captivate Devon while totally ignoring Ann.
Devon might have noticed what was going on, but he was absolutely mesmerized by
the flashes of Clair's body he kept getting.

Clair was, as usual, dressed in beautiful high heels. They were black
with delicate straps that ran over her ankles keeping the shoes from falling
off. She was wearing thigh highs and a long skirt. The skirt, however, was
actually slit to upper thigh and she kept positioning herself so that Devon
could see the entire length of her stocking clad leg, and often the side of her
panties. At one point, when they sat down, she contrived to 'catch' part of her
skirt on something, opening it up to his view and he got a good view of her
silky, black panties. When she wasn't playing with her skirt, her thin blouse
was enough to get anyone's attention. The sheer white material made it easy to
see the beautiful lace bra that held her massive tits. It was thin enough and
had enough lace that a great deal of skin showed through. Clair was not
embarrassed in the slightest at how she was dressed. She drew many admiring
stares from men and any woman who gave her a nasty look, she glared at until the
other woman looked away. Clair was having a ball. Teasing the boy was even
more fun than she'd thought and between that and thoughts of what she was going
to do to his mother tonight, she was getting really hot.

Any time Ann even thought to object to something Clair was doing, Clair
just looked meaningfully at her purse. Ann would tighten her lips, but
ultimately say nothing. At one point, Clair made sure that Ann saw her reach
through her skirt and stick her fingers in her hairy crotch. Less than a minute
later, Clair found a reason to wipe those same fingers over Devon's lips. Clair
especially enjoyed the look on the boy's face as he inhaled her strong scent.
She watched the small bulge in his pants grow while he licked his lips.

At one point, when they were alone in one of the bathrooms, Ann tried to
beg Clair to leave her son alone.

"Please, he'd just a boy! He doesn't know about the perverse games you
play."

"Maybe it's time he learned, then."

Ann was almost in tears as she begged Clair to stop teasing Devon.
Cruel as she was, if she'd thought the boy was distressed, she might have. But
Devon couldn't keep his eyes off her and she was having a blast.

"I'll tell you what," she said, turning to Ann, "If you get on your
knees, right now, and suck my pussy, I'll consider not teasing him. Here," she
continued, walking over to a handicap stall, "we can do it in here."

Ann looked at Clair, disbelief written on her features. Surely she
wouldn't be so depraved as to expect Ann to, to, perform such a degrading act in
a public bathroom. Clair, however, made it clear that's exactly what she
expected.

"Either you get in here on your knees bitch, or I'll be doing more than
just teasing your son." Ann paled, "Now move it."

Ann was numb as the stall door closed behind her. Just as she was about
to get on her knees, Clair said, "Wait."

Ann stopped thinking that she would be getting a reprieve. She was very
wrong.

"Did you wear the underwear that I so graciously gave you the other
night?"

"Of.. of course not," said Ann. There was no way she'd willingly put
that stuff on again. Her skin, especially her pussy, had hurt like hell until
the next day.

"Hmph," said Clair. She pulled up her skirt, sat down on the toilet and
pulled aside the silk of her panties. "Strip," she said as she casually began
to piss into the toilet. "And you'd better hurry because Devon is waiting for
us."

With shaking hands, Ann began to remove her dress. She'd worn a
conservative dress, no heels and a sensible white bra and panty set. Nothing
that would be out of character for a wife and mother. Clair took one look at
what she had on, and burst out laughing.

"Jesus Christ, who do you think you are, June Cleaver?" Ann frantically
was shushing her, since they were in a public bathroom, after all. "Get those
stupid looking things off and give them to me." She'd finished pissing but was
still sitting on the toilet. Ann complied, standing there trying to cover
herself.

"Well?" asked Clair. "Get to it!" She opened her thighs, exposing her
hairy crotch, still dripping with her urine.

Ann made a face and said, "Shouldn't you wipe.."

"Nonsense," said Clair, "that's what your slut tongue is for." This
time Ann did turn pale. She began to fell faint. "After all, it's not like you
haven't drunk piss before. Now get a move on."

Ann dropped to her knees, steeling herself for this act as Clair
scootched forward on the toilet. Ann could smell Clair's arousal and the strong
smell of her urine as her face got close to the hairy muff. She couldn't
believe that she was being forced to perform this unspeakable act, and in a
public toilet no less.

Clair felt Ann's tongue take a tentative swipe, barely grazing her red
curls. "You'd better open those lips and get your tongue working, or not only
will I be fucking your kid at the end of the day, but so will you!"

Ann couldn't believe her ears. But having seen already what Clair could
do, she believed that this evil creature would carry out her threat. She leaned
forward and began to lick the hot, slimy flesh.

Clair cooed to herself as she felt the house wife's tongue in her cunt.
She smiled, not so much from Ann's cunt eating - it wasn't all that good - but
from the knowledge that she was making Ann perform in a public bathroom,
knowingly licking up not only her cunt juice, but her piss as well.

"Suck harder, bitch. Put your mouth over my cunt and suck."

Ann did and got a mouth full of slime for her trouble. She had no idea
that she'd just pulled the last of Richard's load from Clair's juicy twat.
Seconds later, Clair added to her humiliation by shooting a squirt of piss into
her mouth. Ann almost choked, but managed to swallow the bitter fluid. In a
short time, Clair told her to stop.

"You are pitiful. A slut like you should have been able to make me cum
at least once." She smirked at the kneeling woman as she rose to her feet and
dropped her skirt. "Don't worry though, you'll be getting a lot of practice."

Ann tried to get to her feet, but Clair stopped her. "You kneel until I
say otherwise." She fished something out of her purse. It was a plastic egg -
a fairly large one. "Stand up and bend over with your hands on the toilet
seat."

Ann complied. She opened her legs as her ankles were kicked apart.
Then she felt something pushing at the entrance to her cunt. It didn't get very
far since she was bone dry.

Clair smiled - she'd been hoping for this, if for no other reason that
just to have another thing to rag on Ann about. "You're dry. No surprise
there, considering what a shriveled up prune you are. But don't worry, I have
something that will help get this inside." She pulled a tube out of her purse,
opened it and squeezed a dollop of gel onto the egg. Then she slowly forced it
into the bent over woman, adding more gel when the egg was about half way inside
Ann's cunt. She was a bit surprised at how tight Ann was. Of course,
considering that Ann rarely had sex, it shouldn't have been a surprise.

When the egg was finally in, she carefully wiped her hands on some
toilet paper, while Ann was back kneeling on the floor. Tears were running down
her face from the size of the egg Clair had forced into her. Clair smiled,
looking at Ann she picked up Ann's underwear and dropped it into the toilet.

Ann gasped in horror and started to get to her feet, crying "No!"

Clair stopped her by grabbing her hair. Then she slapped each of Ann's
sagging tits, leaving a red mark on each one. She pulled the woman's head back
and looked into her face.

"Listen bitch. You do what I tell you, when I tell you. Don't give me
any more shit, or I'll make your life a living hell."

As far as Ann was concerned, it was already turning into one. Clair, of
course, knew that she had barely begun to make Ann's life miserable. She
turned, opened the stall and walked out, pulling Ann's dress off the hook. Ann,
predictably, squealed, covering her breasts as she knelt in the now open stall.
Clair threw the dress onto the floor and said, "Crawl to get it. Then you can
get dressed."

Ann started crawling, her stomach in knots and her head down. Just as
she reached the cloth on the floor, the door to the rest room opened and two
teen girls came rushing in. They stopped dead at the sight of the nude woman on
her hands and knees on the floor. They stared for a second, taking in the
large, hanging tits and white ass. Ann looked up in shock at the two girls, her
entire body blushing red. The teens burst into fits of giggles and tore out of
the room.

Clair was also shaking her head in mirth. "Well, I guess you've done it
now. Better hurry up before they get to the store manager." She turned and
walked out of the room, flinging the door wide. Ann grabbed her dress and
jumped into the stall, slamming it shut. She burst into tears, looking down at
her underwear in the toilet. She started putting on her dress and, now that she
was not distracted, began noticing a burning pain in her pussy. She started to
reach for some toilet paper to wipe, when Clair came barging back into the room.

"You're making me wait you stupid cow. Every second you spend in here
gives me more time with Devon."

Ann forgot about the burning in her pussy, flung open the stall door and
checked herself in the mirror. She was a mess. She threw cold water on her
face and wiped it with a paper towel and got out of there as fast as she could.
Her stomach clenched again as she walked out of the bathroom and saw Clair bent
over whispering into Devon's ear. They both started laughing as Ann hurried
over, her pussy starting to burn again.

The rest of the shopping trip didn't get any better. Clair made Ann buy
a pair of high heeled shoes, and wear them. Devon complimented his mother, but
Ann thought that they were the kind of shoes that only loose women, like Clair,
would wear. A mother and wife shouldn't be seen in something like this.

Her cunt continued to burn and she was sweating from the strain of
hiding it. She had no idea what Clair had put on that egg, but it's size and
whatever she'd used to lube it with made her extremely uncomfortable. Add to
that the fact that Clair made her carry all the packages and the high heels that
she was trying to balance in, and she was truly miserable. By the time the got
back to the car, she was constantly on the verge of tears.

Clair decided to drive them back, for which Ann was thankful, but it
didn't take her long to realize that Clair was not heading toward home.

"Where are you going Clair?" she asked.

"I spoke to Michael earlier today and he asked if I'd drop off Devon.
He wants to have a little Father and Son time tonight while you and I spend some
time together." She glanced into the rearview mirror and grinned at Devon,
"Sound good to you? Pizza and maybe a movie?

Devon was very enthusiastic about that idea, but Ann was terrified to
spend any time at all with Clair. It had been bad enough with Devon there, but
being completely at this woman's mercy for an evening was not something Ann
wanted. She opened her mouth to protest, but Clair just glanced at her purse
and the threat it contained. Ann sunk back into her seat, completely miserable.

Her heart was pounding from nervousness and pain as they pulled up to
the curb to let Devon off. Ann wanted to take him up to Michael's office, thus
escaping Clair, but Clair pointed out, in Devon's hearing, that the boy was
certainly old enough to find his own way. Especially since she called Michael
on the phone just as they pulled up, and Michael said he'd come downstairs to
meet the boy, and no, no problem if Ann and Clair couldn't wait.

They pulled away from the curb and Clair's pleasant demeanor vanished in
an instant.

"You are one stupid bitch, aren't you?"

Ann turned to look at her, but Clair slapped her face, much harder than
she ever had and told her to face the front of the car.

"You are either stupid, or have a really bad memory. Which is it?"

"What are you talking about? I'm NOT stupid and there's nothing wrong
with my memory!" Ann was indignant. The assaults on her body were bad enough,
but she wasn't going to stand for nasty comments about her mind.

Clair snorted. "I guess it's both then. Did you forget about the other
night? And do you want me to start posting those pictures everywhere? I will."
She pulled over into a parking space as she berated the woman.

"I told you the other night what you were allowed to call me, and you've
been calling me Clair the entire day. It's either Mistress or, when other
people are around, Ms. Jameson."

Now that Devon wasn't with them, and her pussy had mostly stopped
burning, Ann was feeling better. And she had had enough. The car was stopped
and she was getting out. She'd call a cab. She reached for the door handle and
started to open the door.

Clair said, "Never mind. Go." She pulled out the pictures. "I wonder
which of these your father will like the best? Maybe he'd like the one of you
drinking my piss. Hmm, I don't seem to have that here. Well, I've got copies
at home. In fact, the house security system got it on video, so I'll just send
him that."

Ann froze. "You wouldn't"

"Try me," replied Clair.

Tears filled her eyes, all thoughts of leaving superseded by the terror
of her family seeing those videos.

"Go on. Go. I need to get home to decide what photos I'm going to use.
I have a number to go through."

"Why are you doing this to me?" asked Ann, tears dripping down her face.

"Are you deciding to stay? If you are, then reach into the glove
compartment and pull out the cuffs."

"Please, Clair... Ms. Jameson, why me? Don't make me do any more of
these things, please. I've never done anything to you!"

"Think of it as advancing your husband's career. It's about time you
contributed something to it anyway. Now, I'm going to count to three and if
your hands aren't cuffed behind you by then, I'm going to throw you out of the
car, go home an select which videos and pictures have the best angles. One."

Ann knew she was serious. After all, she'd done everything else she'd
said she was going to do.

She reached into the glove compartment, found the cuffs and fumbled them
onto her wrists. Clair smiled, put Ann's seatbelt on, and started to pull out
of the parking spot. She frowned as she looked at Ann then, stopped and put the
car in park. She grabbed Ann by the hair, ignoring the loud yell, and pulled
her head down. Then she unzipped her dress and pulled it down, completely
exposing Ann's large breasts.

"Clair! You can't do this! Someone's will see."

Clair shook her head in disgust. "You're a fucking idiot. And you've
just earned more punishment." Clair started squirming around in her seat as she
pulled off her panties. They were sopping wet and smelled like her musky cunt.
"Since you're too stupid to remember to address me correctly, I'm going to gag
you. Now open your mouth."

Ann looked at Clair in horror. Here she was, stripped almost in broad
daylight and now this evil woman wanted to gag her with her panties?

"Open. Your. Mouth." said Clair in a dangerous tone. Ann didn't move
and Clair slapped her large tit so hard it bounced into the other one. Ann
struggled to hide her breasts but was hampered by her wrists being painfully
held behind her and the seatbelt. Getting a grip on Ann's hair (which actually
dropped the crotch of the panties right over her nose) Clair held Ann's head
back and slapped her tit again, this time even harder. Ann howled, but Clair
wasn't stupid enough to stick her hand in the other woman's mouth.

"I'm going to keep this up until you open your mouth for something other
than your pitiful whining and complaining. Now OPEN UP BECAUSE YOU'RE PISSING
ME OFF!"

Ann tried to shrink back into the seat with her head down. But she did
open her mouth and Clair stuffed the wet panties into it, her only regret being
that she hadn't pissed in them a little. She hadn't wanted to ruin the leather
seats of the car.

"Very good. Now close your mouth, and if you know what's good for you,
you won't spit those out."

The car roared off toward Clair's house.
End part 4



Clair's New Toy

Part 5



When they arrived at Clair's house, they pulled into the driveway, but
not into the garage. Ann was told to stay where she was and Clair got out and
went into the house. She returned shortly with something in her hand, pulled
the passenger door open and dragged the other woman into the driveway. Ann,
being topless, was mortified that someone would see her. It was unlikely
though, since the driveway was set well back from the road. Once she was out,
Clair removed the rest of Ann's dress - threatening to cut it off if Ann didn't
cooperate - then she put a snug collar around Ann's neck and hobbled her ankles.
A leash was attached to the collar and Ann was told to stay where she was.

"If you move, I'm going to drag you to the front fence and chain you
there."

By this time Ann was too afraid to move anyway, so she stood there
shivering slightly, as Clair got back in the car and drove it into the garage.
The garage door closed and Ann was left standing there, naked and hobbled
wondering what her tormentor was going to do to her next.

Clair took her time inside, pouring herself some nice wine and dialing
up some of her friends. She talked to each and set up the time they should come
by, then hung up. There wouldn't be too many of them over tonight - Clair
wanted to torture Ann, not make her go catatonic - but by morning Ann was going
to be wishing she'd shuffled her way out to the road and taken her chances in
the traffic. It was almost dark and Ann was shivering by the time Clair came to
get her. Grabbing her leash, Clair pulled the woman upstairs to the play room.
Once there, she put leather cuffs, much less comfortable ones this time, on each
wrist and ankle and a wide leather belt around her waist. Once again, Ann found
herself straining to keep her weight off her wrists as Clair pulled her hands
above her head with a winch. Then she kicked Ann's legs apart and bent down to
reach for her pussy.

Clair stood up in disgust and looked at the woman who had tried to move
away and shook her head. "You just don't learn, do you? Open your mouth and
give me my panties."

Ann did and as soon as she had them, Clair used her other hand and
actually punched Ann in the stomach. The woman lost her balance for a second
and gasped for breath as she hung from her wrists. Clair waited until she
struggled back to her feet.

"Now you listen up pig. I'm having some friends over to play with my
new toy. That's you. Things are going to be very unpleasant, but I assure you,
if you piss me off or give me any trouble, they'll get a lot worse." Clair
gripped Ann's face and made sure she had her attention. "Do you understand me?"

Still fighting the pain in her stomach, Ann nodded. That earned her
another slap on the face. "The correct answer is 'Yes Mistress.'"

Ann looked blankly at Clair, who drew her hand back for another slap.
"Yes, Mistress, yes Mistress! Please don't hurt me!"

Clair smiled and turned away to get ready for the party. Ann watched
the other woman, relieved that she wasn't paying attention to her. Her stomach
still hurt and the egg was really uncomfortable in her pussy. She wished that
this nightmare was over, but knew her reputation would never survive the damage
that Clair could do to it. Her family would disown her and she'd be disgraced.

Clair chose to wear a leather corset that left her large, firm breasts
bare. She loved the feel of the leather clasped tightly around her waist. Next
she chose thigh high black boots - high heeled of course, and lovingly put those
on, lacing each boot up the side. She was so horny that her cunt was absolutely
dripping, the red hair matted with her juices. She could smell her cunt and it
excited her. Beautiful, soft leather gloves that rose above her elbows were
next, and she inhaled deeply. Ahh, two of her favorite smells - leather and hot
cunt. She chose a flicker whip, which had a single nylon end, from one drawer
and approached her reluctant guest.

"As I was saying, I'm having a small party tonight. Consider it on the
job training." Clair paused. "I couldn't help but notice that you suck at
eating pussy. You have one, and one would think that you'd have some idea of
what to do. But you don't."

Clair waited to see what Ann would do. She could see the outrage
forming on Ann's face and since she was waiting for any excuse to use the whip,
she thought maybe Ann would speak up. Unfortunately, the woman was learning and
said nothing. Well, no matter, Clair didn't really need an excuse to whip her.

"Tonight, you'll follow the orders of my guests and myself. I know that
you are absolutely useless when it comes to sex, but even a dog can be trained
to do some things. You'd better hope that you can too."

She grabbed Ann's hair, holding it tightly as she leaned close to the
other woman's face. "Remember one thing. No matter how bad you think things
are getting, I can always make them worse. It's cliche, but it's true."

With that little comment, Clair proceeded to make things worse for Ann.
She bent down and despite the woman's muted groans, pulled the egg out of Ann's
crotch. The ointment was pretty greasy, so the egg wasn't too hard to remove.
Clair, wanting to humiliate Ann further, stood and said, "I hope that useless
cunt of yours can get a little wet. Otherwise, tonight's really going to hurt."

She released Ann's hands from the winch and re-cuffed them behind her
back. Initially, this was a relief. It was short lived though, because next
Clair used a leather strap just above Ann's elbows to fasten them together. She
couldn't make them touch - yet, but knew that eventually she'd be able to. She
forced a cock gag into her mouth, strapping it tightly in the back of her head,
then she took a crotch strap with lots of nice dull spikes and pulled it tightly
through Ann's cunt lips, splitting them and putting pressure on her inner lips
and clit. Ann's legs were folded and her ankles were strapped to her thighs.
Her thighs were widely spread and attached to a spreader bar. Her wrists were
pulled back and attached to the spreader bar which caused her to arch her back
just enough to lift her heavy breasts a bit. Ann was crying because of the
completely unfamiliar stress on her body. Her pussy hurt from the hundreds of
little spikes digging into it, and her back and shoulders really hurt. Clair
pulled out two thick squares of leather and set them to the sides of Ann's
flattened breasts. She gripped Ann's hair and pulled back which lifted the
woman a bit. With some trouble, she pushed each leather square under her
breasts. That's when Ann discovered that each leather square had hundreds of
tiny points and all of them were poking her tender breasts. Finally, Clair
hooked the middle of the spreader bar to the winch and pulled it up. Ann cried
out, not only from the increased pressure of the spikes in her tits, but the
severe arching of her back. Two straps were attached to the rings in the
leather belt, then to rings in the floor, keeping Ann from shifting position
too much. Finally, Clair grabbed a mass of Ann's curly blond hair and tied some
rope to it. She attached the free end of it to the strap holding Ann's elbows
together and tightened it which forced Ann's head back.

Clair squatted down in front of the suffering woman, legs open wide and
musky pussy almost in her face.

"The party doesn't start for a while, so I'll be back about half an hour
before it does to get you ready. I suggest you relax, since you'll be up quite
late tonight."

She wiped her hand through her cunt, coating her fingers with milky
slime. Then she spread it under Ann's nose and over her stretched lips, leaving
the suffering woman to inhale her scent with every breath.

Ann was in agony after only a short time. Her breaths came in short
pants, and sweat was rolling off her body from the warmth in the room. Her
pussy and tits ached abominably from the spikes that were pushing into them and
her muscles were just not in the kind of shape that they needed to be in to
endure this harsh treatment. Fortunately she was able to breathe around the
cock gag a bit because her nose was really stuffing up.

By the time Clair returned Ann was almost in shock. She'd been left in
that position for about two hours and when Clair released her, she could barely
move. That didn't stop Clair from using a whip on her until she just curled up
into a little ball and begged for mercy. Clair let her lick and suck the heels
of her boots and when she got tired of that, dragged her into the bathroom.

"Wash your face in the sink here. And stop that blubbering," were her
curt orders. Ann slowly brought herself under control and washed her face.
Clair pulled her out of the bathroom, cuffed her hands behind her back and, for
a good measure, added the elbow strap again. Then she sat Ann down in front of
a mirror on a short stool.

"Every time you give me any trouble, or whine or complain even a little
bit, I'm going to tighten that strap a notch. If you think it hurts now, just
wait until your elbows are touching."

Ann said nothing, but bowed her head in submission. Clair forced Ann's
face up so that she was looking into the mirror, then she began to apply makeup.
When she was finished, Ann looked like a complete slut - and quite an attractive
one at that.

"I don't want you crying and messing up all my work. So until I say
otherwise, just sit there and look at the slut in the mirror. People should be
here any minute."

Fishing around in the closet, she found a pair of high heels for Ann to
wear. Then she tightened the elbow strap a notch, just because, locked Ann's
cuffs to the back of the stool, and left the room. When she returned a short
time later with several other women, Ann knew that her night of hell was just
beginning. Clair unlocked her cuffs from the stool, pulled her to her feet and
turned her to face the other woman.

"Ladies," said Clair beaming, "I'd like to present my new toy. Tonight
is her pre-coming out party. Of course, unless she's a real slut, she won't be
cuming." Fixing Ann with a cold glare, she said, "You will do what you're told,
right?"

Ann just looked at Clair and nodded. She was at a loss. She couldn't
fight the other woman and it seemed that, despite the rather pure life she'd
led, she was now going to be some kind of sex toy for these awful women.

"A nod isn't good enough. You'll be punished for that later. What's
the correct response? Surely you haven't forgotten?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Yes Mistress? You mean you have forgotten?"

That drew a laugh from the assembled women. "No Mistress."

Clair drew an exaggerated sigh. "She can be a little dim," she said to
them. "You will obey us tonight, right?"

"Yes Mistress." Ann was defeated and near tears, but didn't want to
mess up the makeup that Clair had put on her.

Ann looked around at the others for the first time. Each was dressed
like a perverted slut - except the really young one in the robe and Ann didn't
even want to know what she had under that. She ignored the fact that she was
dressed the same way, since she hadn't had a choice.

One girl, the blond, looked exactly like that slut in Esquire magazine.
Barby? Britany? Something like that. She was blond, and wearing white, calf
high boots that had wide heels on them. She also had on white, thigh high
stockings and a teeny little thong. Ann noticed that her navel was pierced, as
she examined the thin, flat belly. The girl's generous breasts were encased in
some thin, white material with holes cut out for each big, pink nipple. Her
blond hair was wild and her face makeup almost as thick as Ann's.

The next woman Ann recognized from the party. Her name was Maria and
she was a curvy five foot two. Her breasts were shamefully bare as the bra she
had on only cupped the undersides of her very large breasts, thrusting them out
provocatively. They were at least D cup, which looked huge on such a small
woman with such a tiny waist. Her navel was not pierced and she was wearing a
garter and stockings - both black which suited her dark complexion. The heels
she was wearing had to have been at least 4 inches, which caused her legs to
look very long. She had on a pair of shiny, black g-string panties.

Clair hadn't changed her outfit from before, so her red-haired sex was
still shamelessly exposed. Ann could still smell the musky juice that Clair had
wiped across her face earlier - even though she'd washed her face. God, Ann
wondered, did Clair ever wash herself? She saw that the woman in the robe,
girl, really, was walking toward her. Ann didn't recognize her, but Michael
would have, had he been there.

"OK Ladies, the first part of our show will involve Lucy and Ann."
Clair turned towards Ann. "Lucy is going to begin teaching you how to please a
woman. You'd better do every single thing that she tells you or I'm going to
beat the shit out of you. Then, I'll leave you in a hog tie even worse than the
one you were in a while ago. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress," Tears filled Ann's eyes. Clair pushed her face up with
the end of her crop.

"Stop that crying shit," Clair berated Ann. "You and Lucy are lovers.
You're supposed to be happy to see her, not bawling like a baby."



Lucy dropped the robe and Ann gasped. There was no way, no way at all,
that this girl was over eighteen. She looked no older than fifteen, in her
white high-heels and the lacy ankle socks. Other than those, she was completely
naked - with not a single hair hiding her puffy little slit.

Lucy smiled at Ann and began running her fingers over Ann's large
breasts. To the casual observer, it looked like a tender caress, but Lucy
skillfully pinched the large, sensitive nipples before releasing Ann from her
bonds. Ann would love to have run, but she didn't stand a chance against Clair
- never mind Clair and three of her friends, so she just stood there.

Even in heels, Lucy was pretty short, so she reached up and pulled Ann's
face close to hers. Ann noticed that her breath was sweet and her lips were
soft, but she refused to open her mouth to Lucy's probing tongue.

"Open your mouth bitch, or I'll pull this nipple right off your fat cow
tits," Lucy whispered, twisting one of Ann's nipples. "Put your arms around my
waist and kiss me like you mean it."

Ann opened her mouth and closed her eyes, feeling another woman's tongue
in her mouth for the first time. She'd never been so humiliated, not even when
Clair had pissed in her mouth. Because this simple innocent kiss, especially
with someone so obviously underage, was so intimate and it didn't even look like
she was being forced into it!

They continued, with Lucy guiding the helpless woman into pleasing her.
Ann licked and sucked her breasts, then worked on her nipples, lightly biting
the large, brown nubs into full erectness. She ran her hands over Lucy's
smooth, oriental skin, guided the entire time by Lucy's words. She licked up
the girl's legs, then, at her direction, pulled off the heels and socks and
sucked on her toes . Finally, even while her own cunt was still in agony from
the spikes pushing into it, Lucy pulled Ann's face into her wet, bare cunt and
made her eat her cunt.

She guided Ann into licking and sucking her small inner lips, and
pulling back her clit hood to gently suck and nibble the swelling organ.
Finally, Lucy began to grind her hips into Ann's face, moaning and groaning her
way to a loud, but fake, orgasm. In truth, this gentle love making shit did
nothing for her. It was all for the cameras, which Ann hadn't even noticed were
being held by some of the other women.

Once they had what they wanted, Clair pulled Ann away from Lucy's pussy
and showed her the digital video camera she'd used to film their 'lovemaking'.

"Good job, Lucy. Was she any good at all?" asked Clair.

"Naa. She did what she was told, but didn't put anything into it.
Besides, you know I don't get off on that touchy-feely shit."

Clair knew very well what got Lucy off, but she'd had a reason for doing
this, and Lucy had loved the plan, when she'd been told. Clair turned to Ann.

"So, how does it feel to seduce a minor?"

Ann turned white.

"What? I didn't seduce her! You forced me to do that!"

They were all laughing now and Clair replied, "That's not what it looked
like from here. From here," she said in a serious tone as she bent down over
the prone woman, "it looked like you just seduced a fourteen year old."

Ann's stomach clenched in fear. Fourteen?? She could go to jail for
that! Of course, Lucy wasn't fourteen, but she looked like she was - at least
to Ann.

Clair saw that their ruse had worked. "That's right. Fourteen. And we
have it on tape." She paused. "Think about the damage that could do to you and
Michael." The look on Ann's face told her that she had the woman lock, stock
and barrel. It was time for the real fun to begin.

Ann was pulled to her feet, while the other women unrolled a plastic
tarp, then pulled a narrow bench over to put on top of it. They sat her down
and had her put her hands behind her, then each heavy breast was bound at its
base tightly enough to begin to turn it red. Ann was pushed down on her back
and quickly fastened to the bench. Her wrists were pulled down and underneath
the bench and fastened to rings on the floor, then each ankle was pulled up and
attached to hooks hanging from the ceiling. Her knees were spread wide and
attached to the floor. The wide belt around her middle was tightened and
attached to the bench. The stress on her arms and legs was considerable and
made her pant to breathe and sweat was coating her body from both the position
and the heat in the room. She sighed in relief as the crotch strap was
removed. It was short lived - as usual.

Clair looked down at the housewife's hairy, spread bush. "That has to
go. Do I have any volunteers to remove it? Kelly?"

The blond girl who looked like Britney smiled and said, "Oh, I think I
can take care of that. I brought some stuff that should help." With that, she
left the room, but Ann wasn't left alone. Maria began to play with her bound
tits. She tweaked the nipples and slapped the bound, heaving orbs bringing
whimpers and gasps from the helpless woman. Clair smiled and looked on knowing
that Ann would look back on this as a rest period. Kelly had returned with a
bag of items that she set down. While Maria, with Lucy now joining her,
continued to slap and pinch Ann's breasts, she set up her tools. She started
heating wax for the hair removal and took clippers and began to shorten the hair
in Ann's crotch. Ann tried to see what was going on, but was blocked by the
other women who had now switched from using their hands to using short whips.
One vicious strike from Lucy raised a welt on Ann's breast and caused the woman
to cry out. They showed no mercy to her pleas and the whips continued to fall
on her swelling breasts. They were now beat red and very hard - her large
nipples standing tall. Those nipples were increasingly becoming targets for the
whips. The pain in her tits grew.

"OK - I'm ready," said Kelly. The whips stopped, but Ann continued to
pant as the heat in her abused tits grew. They were red and throbbing and she'd
never seen her nipples so hard. She forgot about that though, when her pussy
started to burn. She moaned out loud, but the pain subsided fairly quickly.
With out warning, it returned, and this time it was much worse. Ann tried to
squirm, but she was too tightly tied to move very far.

"See," said Kelly, "If I pull real fast, it hurts, but it's over. If I
do it slow, then it doesn't get as much hair and it hurts a lot more." The
blond had a big grin on her face and so did Clair as she watched Kelly slowly
pull up on the cheese cloth that she had put over the hair removal wax. As the
process progressed, Ann's cries got louder until they gagged her. Not that the
cries bothered them, but it did make it somewhat harder to hold a conversation.
Lucy and Maria were making out as she watched Ann suffer from Kelly's cruel
actions. Maria had her fingers deep in Lucy's asshole and was using her nails
to roughly tweak the girl's long nips. Lucy was feeling great - this was the
kind of treatment that she liked, and she was getting off on Ann's pain as well.

Finally, the process was finished and every hair on Ann's pussy and
asshole were gone. The entire area was a flaming red though, and bleeding a
little in spots. Kelly was an expert at waxing. She knew all the best, and
worst, ways to denude a woman's crotch.

"Well," smiled Clair, "That looks much better."

Ann, of course, could see nothing of what she looked like. Her whole
pussy hurt like hell though, and she was sorry for the loss of her pubic hair.
She'd always thought of it as the mark of a mature woman. Women with no pubic
hair were either little girls or sluts. And she was neither.

"Can I go after you, Clair?" asked Maria. Clair looked over and smiled,
seeing that Maria was putting on one of the large strap-on's that the women
used when they wanted to be nasty. The large, very real looking, clear pink
cock was ten inches long and a good two inches in diameter. "I thought I could
use this on Lucy, since I know how much she loves it, then get it cleaned off by
the cunt here." Ann almost fainted when Maria walked into view and saw what she
was talking about. There was no way that would fit inside her. She didn't know
if her husband was average size or not, but he was nowhere near the size of that
thing. She started to moan and shake her head and Clair knelt down, grabbed her
hair and turned her face toward hers.

"Don't bitch and complain. If I hear you begging for us not to use any
of our toys on you, then I'll personally shove an even bigger one up that fat
ass of yours." Ann's eyes closed and she whimpered. "Sure," said Clair
standing up, "you can go after me. I'm sure that you and Lucy can keep
yourselves occupied while I'm breaking in our new slut." Clair removed Ann's
gag with an admonition for her to be quiet.

The women grinned as Clair got up and put her own dildo on. They liked
these dildos because they were designed to stimulate the wearer while the wearer
was using them on someone. There was a smaller insert that went into their own
pussies and soft little knobs that rubbed their clits as the dildo was driven in
and out of a cunt or asshole. Ann was beginning to panic, knowing that Clair
was going to drive that huge thing into her body.

"First, however," said Clair, now standing there with a large, black
cock protruding from her crotch, "there's the little matter of punishment. You
are owed some, as I recall."

Ann shuddered. If having her pubic hair ripped out by the roots and her
tits bound and whipped wasn't punishment, what was? She was still wondering
that as they changed her position on the bench. Her hands were detached from
the floor and re-cuffed together under the bench, then attached to the underside
of it. Her legs were still splayed open, but she eyed the small trapeze bar
that they lowered over her tits suspiciously.

It turned out that she was right to be suspicious. Clair attached
something to the bottom of the bar that hung over her breasts. She found out
soon enough that they were clamps. One was attached to each thick, swollen
nipple and Ann cried out as from the pressure they created. She was so
sensitive from having her breasts bound and whipped. The clamps dug into
viciously into her hard nipples making her whole breast ache. Then the bar was
pulled up which, of course, pulled her nipples up as well.

"I love these clamps," smirked Clair. "The wonderful thing about them,"
she continued stroking the blonde's sweat soaked curls, "is that when you pull
on them, they get tighter." She demonstrated, forcing more groans from the
bound woman. "Plus," she continued, "I had the rubber tips replaced with metal
ones. They tend to grip better."

Clair turned and picked up two items from a table. Holding them in her
hands, she asked Ann, "Which of these should I use on you?"

"Oh Mistress, please, no. Please don't hurt me anymore," begged Ann.

With an exaggerated sigh, Clair said, "Well, since you can't seem to
decide, I guess I'll have to use them both." It was what she'd been planning on
doing anyway, but Ann didn't know that. Turning to Kelly, she said, "Would you
like to prepare her?"

"Sure," said Kelly with a big grin. She knelt down between Ann's legs
as the woman began to tremble with fear. She had no idea what was going to
happen, but everything else Kelly had done had hurt like hell.

Kelly knelt between Ann's thighs. She knew from how inflamed the area
looked, that she had her work cut out for her. But she was up for the
challenge. Kelly was an expert pussy eater. Her long, strong tongue, pierced,
of course, and uncanny ability to find the most responsive spots on a woman,
allowed her to make almost any woman cum in a very short amount of time. She
had no interest in making Ann cum, however, just arousing her enough to fill her
pussy with even more blood and to make her clit get erect. That way, what Ann
had in mind would hurt even worse. Kelly loved to do this to Lucy - who was her
roommate. She'd often tie her down in very uncomfortable ways and lick her
pussy for, literally hours, until the girl was so sensitive that she was begging
for mercy. Then she would drip wax or hot oil on her opened, sensitive cunt,
paying special attention to her clit. Often, she'd use a belt, hitting the girl
so hard that welts would appear on her mound and lips. That would finally
produce intense orgasms for Lucy. Kelly doubted that Ann would react the some
way.

She spent fifteen minutes arousing the woman's sex - fifteen minutes
that Ann spent trying to ignore the soft, insistent tongue between her legs and
failing, as she felt her cunt flower open and her clit swell and peek from it's
hood. She was so ashamed that she was responding to this. How could she? The
rest of her body was in so much pain. Finally, the girl smiled and stood.

"She's all yours," said Kelly to Clair.

"I think that each of us should share in disciplining the cunt,"
replied Clair. "Everyone should give her five with each tool. Sound good?"
The women eagerly nodded. "I'll go first and show you how it should be done."

With that, she stepped between Ann's legs and looked down. Then, taking
a better grip on the wooden paddle in her right hand, she aimed it at Ann's
exposed ass cheeks and hit them with a hard swat.

Ann shrieked and struggled - which is when she found out the reason
they'd retied her. She could wiggle around as they beat her, but doing so would
pull the hell out of her nipples. She couldn't stop it though. The paddle
burned like fire across her ass for a second time, pulling more yells of pain
from Ann.

Clair was having a blast. This was where she'd been wanting to get Ann
since the first night she'd made the woman lick her shoes. She placed another
well aimed blow that connected with both Ann's ass cheeks. From the color red
that her skin was turning, Clair was sure that this would cause some bruising
and that Ann would have trouble sitting for a week. She hit Ann three more
times, carefully placing each blow in a place that hadn't been hit before.
Tears were streaming from Ann's eyes, smearing the heavy eye make up that Clair
had made her use. She begged and pleaded, but no one paid her the slightest
attention. Kelly was fingering her own cunt and Maria had both Lucy's hard
nipples in her fingers, twisting the brown nubs and pulling them hard while Lucy
drank in Ann's pain and played with her soaked pussy.

Clair stepped back when she finished, allowing Ann to catch her breath.
Then she picked up the strap and, with no warning what so ever, slapped it down
between Ann's spread legs right on her flaming red mound. Ann let out a loud
shriek which grew in volume as Clair used the strap to beat not only her mound,
but her spread, vulnerable pussy as well.

Each woman took turns beating Ann. The ensured that they spaced out the
beatings to keep Ann from going numb, and by the time they were all finished,
Ann's ass was bruised and had spots of blood on it. Her pussy was even worse,
the entire area swollen and bruised, oozing blood in several places where the
strap had cut her. Ann was now having trouble breathing, something that Clair
noticed. She retrieved Ann's inhaler and showed it to her.

"Do you need this?"

Ann nodded her head, sobbing and gasping for breath. She couldn't
believe how much she hurt. All the stress was bringing on an asthma attack.
When she finally realized that Clair was offering her her inhaler, she nodded
yes.

"Beg me to fuck your cunt. Beg me, and I'll give you a squirt."

She couldn't be serious, thought Ann, who could barely breathe. But it
was becoming clear she'd pass out with out the medicine and she could barely
speak now.

"Please f... fuck me."

Clair smiled and gave her the medicine. Then she walked around and
positioned herself between Ann's spread legs. She nuzzled the head of the huge
cock against Ann's swollen cunt and began to push. Ann had some lubrication,
but not much. That didn't stop Clair, who slowly, but steadily worked the large
cock into Ann's tight tunnel.

Ann felt the intruder begin to enter her body. She was almost
overwhelmed with pain as the rubber dong pushed against her bruised labia . Her
vision became obscured when Lucy straddled her head with her wet, bare cunt over
Ann's face. Just before she lowered it onto Ann's mouth, she looked down and
said, "You'd better do a good job on my cunt." She grabbed trapeze bar that
Ann's clamps were attached to and leaned forward, forcing her slimy cunt onto
Ann's mouth and, not coincidentally, giving Maria a perfect shot at her asshole.

Maria walked up behind Lucy and began to push the strap-on between Ann's
mouth and Lucy's cunt saying, "You'd better get it good and wet, bitch, or
Lucy's gonna do a real number on your tits."

Ann tried to suck the thing, but it was too big to get into her mouth.
So she licked it with her tongue, trying to get it wet. She didn't see any
reason why she should, it wasn't like the little tart's cunt was dry or
anything. Maria snickered and pulled it away from Ann.

"Well, Lucy, I gave her a chance. Maybe she remembers how you treated
her earlier, eh?" Lucy pushed her cunt down again and shifted a bit which put
her asshole right over Ann's eyes. Ann wondered how the hell Maria was going to
fit that thing inside Lucy's small pussy - especially considering the way the
girl was grinding it on Ann's mouth, when Maria lined it up with the girl's
small, brown asshole, and began to push.

Ann was astonished enough watching the huge intruder force its way into
the small brown opening that she actually didn't feel Clair picking up the pace
at her other end. Ann's cunt was lubricating, out of self defense if nothing
else, and that enabled Clair to really begin slamming into the other woman.
Each stroke was splitting her bald lips wide and hitting Ann's cervix, causing
waves of cramps and pain in her belly.

Meanwhile Ann was doing her best to please Lucy. It wasn't very good,
but she'd found the girl's clit and was sucking on it while Lucy's tangy juice
flowed into her mouth. Ann tried not to swallow the disgusting discharge, but
some of it managed to find its way down her throat. Most just coated her lips
and cheeks. Meanwhile, she even though she was having a hard time focusing on
anything but the pounding her cunt was taking, she couldn't help but notice that
dildo slamming into Lucy's obscenely stretched asshole was streaked with her
shit. That totally grossed Ann out - especially since she could smell the shit
mixed with the girl's cunt juice. This was even worse than the piss she'd been
made to drink.

Finally, Clair came with a loud yell, shoving the dildo deep into the
other woman, causing Ann to cry out loudly. Lucy came a short time later, her
cunt oozing even more slime into Ann's mouth. When Maria pulled out the clear
dildo, it was streaked with blood and shit. Of course, it flopped right onto
Ann's face and when she tried to avoid it, Maria grabbed the base of it and
smeared it all over Ann's face. Lucy climbed off and began to deep throat the
dildo, sucking her own blood and shit off of it while furiously rubbing her
clit. Ann wanted to throw up, both from the smell and from watching the girl
perform such disgusting actions. It wasn't long, however, before Lucy had the
dildo all nice and shiny, and Maria was positioning it between Ann's legs. Ann
was so sore, that she didn't even want to think about anything touching her.
Her tits were hurting so bad she thought they were going to fall off, and her
cunt was screaming at her. Even her insides felt bruised. Before she could
realize what was happening, Lucy's dirty asshole was planted on her mouth.

"You'd better get to cleaning her asshole, or we'll all take a shit in
your mouth," growled Clair.

By this time, Ann knew that Clair was crazy enough to do anything to
her, and she tentatively stuck her tongue into the bitter tasting, blood smeared
hole. As Maria began to ravage her cunt, Ann, directed by Clair, slid her
tongue as deep as she could into Lucy's asshole. It was completely revolting,
but it couldn't be as bad as them shitting in her mouth. She wished Maria would
let up just a little on her cunt. She was really hurting and the small woman
was hammering her even fast, if not as deeply as Clair had. Finally, Lucy's ass
hole was clean and she shifted her cunt back over Ann's shit smeared lips.

"Open wide, slave," she said and began pissing into Ann's open mouth.
"Swallow too, or I'll use a cane on your tits" She jerked the bar that was
attached to the nipple clamps which caused Ann to gasp and almost inhale a
mouthful of urine. She swallowed as directed though, her belly slowly filling
with the hot, salty piss of a girl she thought was fourteen.

Maria finally finished, signaling her orgasm with a series of high
pitched grunts.. Ann had long since finished licking off any piss that had
stayed Lucy's bald lips. Maria pulled off the dildo with a satisfied smile and
dropped it to the floor.

"I'll be back in a few," she said to Clair and left the room.

Clair looked down at her slave, noting that her face, despite the amount
of piss that had missed her mouth, had brown streaks from earlier, and she
smiled. Ann was coming along nicely. It seemed that no matter what they did to
her, she was too afraid of being found out to resist. Time for another step.
She picked up a thin, whippy cane, then straddled Ann's mouth. Looking over her
shoulder at Lucy, she said, "Could you hold me open?" At the look on Lucy's
face, Clair smiled and said, "No dear, it's not for you." Lucy affected a pout,
but bent down to open Clair's ass cheeks. Clair squatted further and Ann could
see that the dark red hair between her ass cheeks was caked with filth. And it
smelled just like what was caked in it - shit.

"Start cleaning slut. And feel free to take your time, because I'm
going to use this on you until you've cleaned me to Lucy's satisfaction." With
that, Clair slapped the cane down on Ann's thigh. It was a little hard to reach
since the bar was in the way, but she made due. Welt after welt appeared on
Ann's thighs and breasts and Clair was in heaven feeling Ann's soft tongue
licking her asshole. Lucy was happy too, as she got off on watching Ann's
degradation. Ann stopped for a second when she couldn't see any more shit, but
Lucy just smiled and told her to keep going. Clair was rubbing her pussy and
stopped whipping Ann as she came. Lucy finally decided that Ann was finished.
Ann was feeling sick to her stomach from the actions that they'd made her
perform. Her mouth was coated with the foul taste of Clair's shit and her eyes
leaked tears from both the humiliation and pain. Some welts on her thighs were
bleeding and there were even one or two on her tits that were oozing blood. Her
cunt was throbbing with every heartbeat and at this point she knew she'd do
anything just to get away from these women. Anything, of course, except let the
world know how she'd been used.

Clair stepped away just as Kelly was kneeling between Ann's legs. "How
far can we stretch her out?" she asked Clair.

"The sky's the limit dear. Have fun," replied Clair.

Kelly had decided to humiliate Ann in another way. She decided to make
the woman cum and she went to work on Ann, loving the challenge. Ann tried to
fight it, but the girl was just too good a cunt eater and she felt herself
nearing an orgasm. She prayed she could fight it, but it was a losing battle,
especially after all the pain she'd just endured. Her body craved some relief
from the pain. Kelly slowly worked three fingers into the older woman and it
wasn't long before she added a fourth and Ann began to groan in pain and
pleasure. Kelly continued to work the woman, her own cunt dripping as she
forced her thumb into the woman and began to push in towards her wrist. She
absolutely loved to fist a woman, cunt or ass hole, it didn't matter - that
first time she managed to force her entire hand into a woman was a total rush
for the beautiful blond.

She managed to make Ann cum just before she got her entire hand in,
pulling her fingers out and just lightly tapping Ann's clit with her tongue to
keep the orgasm from being anything other than frustrating. Still, to Ann, it
was incredibly humiliating to orgasm at all from the ministrations of someone
who wasn't her husband, never mind at the hands of another woman. Once she was
sure that Ann had come down off her orgasm, Kelly began forcing her hand inside
the woman. Ann cried out, begging Kelly for mercy. Now that an impending
orgasm wasn't blocking some of her pain, she was in agony, but that didn't stop
Kelly. She was really getting off, especially since Lucy was lying under her
and sticking her tongue deep into Kelly's wet cunt. Finally, her fist was in
and she vigorously pushed it in and out of the woman's already sore cunt,
punching into her cervix after it became obvious that that really caused a
reaction. Kelly screamed as she came, jetting a bit of juice into her room
mate's sucking mouth while punching forward one last time into the soft, wet
tunnel that clasped her hand. She was still horny though and wanted more, so
she got up and stood over Ann's face. By this time, Ann knew what was expected
of her and she started to lick and suck the slick flesh. Lucy, meanwhile, was
playing with Kelly's asshole, sliding her fingers as deep into the other girl as
they'd go. Kelly was easy to get off and Ann had her orgasming in very little
time. Lucy's fingers were covered with brown goo. Kelly got off Ann's mouth
and watched Lucy sniffing her streaked fingers and fingering her cunt. Finally,
she bent down and made Ann lick and suck her fingers clean, sharing the stained
digits in a nasty kiss. Ann winced, but accepted the taste of Kelly's asshole
in her mouth. She even gave no resistance when Lucy pushed her tongue deep into
her mouth for a kiss. Kelly repositioned herself over Ann's mouth and made her
clean her shitty asshole, demanding that Ann push her tongue into the bitter
tasting hole. Ann couldn't believe that someone could get off on something that
was so disgusting, but all these women seemed to like that hole played with.
Ann would never let anyone near her ass hole and was thankful that they seemed
satisfied with abusing her cunt. Of course, when Kelly was satisfied, she too
pissed in Ann's mouth. She didn't give any warning and Ann sputtered and
coughed as the bitter liquid filled her mouth.

Kelly got off and she, Clair and Lucy moved away a bit, talking to each
other. As much as Clair and Kelly liked to make other people eat their shit,
there was no way they wanted that in their mouth. They laughed good naturedly
as Lucy pouted that no one would kiss her. It was a long standing joke. Maria
came into the room a short time later and joined them. Ann was just happy for
the respite and hoped that they were going to let her go now. After all, how
many orgasms did they need? It seemed like they'd all come several times, and
Ann had never cum more than once in a evening. It wasn't seemly.

The group broke up and walked over to Ann. Her heart started racing.
Were they going to let her go now? God she hoped so! It only took a second for
her to realize that they were not letting her go. Maria was stripping off her
panties reveling a dark, heavy bush and Clair was putting the strap on back on.
She was once again between Ann's legs when Maria straddled Ann's face.

Ann's nose was immediately assaulted by an incredibly strong smell. She
tried to turn her head to get away from the filthy, hairy snatch that was
descending on her face, but Lucy had her hands wrapped in Ann's hair. Ann
couldn't believe the thick smell of sex that Maria's cunt gave off. Maria
smiled at Ann's reaction. Not many women liked a cunt that smelled like hers.
Lucy did, unsurprisingly, but so did Kelly - especially after she'd had sex,
which was surprising. Maria's husband liked a woman to smell 'like a real
woman' and so Maria didn't wash her cunt every day. Every few days she'd rinse
it in the shower, but she rarely used soap. Her husband loved her scent and
proved it by fucking her almost daily. Today, knowing she was coming here, he'd
fucked her twice. She rubbed her sticky cunt all over Ann's face making the
woman cough and gag while Clair began to pummel Ann's cunt with the dildo.
Finally, at Lucy's direction, Ann began to lick the gamy tasting twat. Lucy
ensured that Ann pushed her tongue deep into the slimy hole, sucking out
whatever cum had been resting in there.

While she'd been gone, Maria had been thoroughly and deeply fucked by
Richard. After getting his cock all slick with her juice, he'd then plowed
into her well used asshole, fucking her hard until he dumped a load deep in her
bowels. When she shifted her loose asshole over Ann's mouth, the other woman
went to work on the shit and cum gummed hair around her hole. Maria cooed the
entire time that Ann rimmed her, and Clair stopped fucking Ann so she could
watch the show. Finally, with Lucy holding her jaws open, Maria started
squeezing out large dollops of brown colored cum right into Ann's mouth. Ann
gagged and coughed, but they held her nose and mouth, making her swallow.

After that, they mostly left Ann alone, except for using her mouth to
piss in. They played with each other, the action waxing and waning as the
evening went on. At around midnight, they finished up. Of course, they spent a
little time whipping Ann, just for the hell of it, before Clair locked her up
for the night. She removed the tight waist belt, leaving Ann in only cuffs and
a collar. Then they attached her cuffs to a ring in at the end of a chain that
hung down from the ceiling, which forced the woman into a hog tie. Finally, as
their parting gift, they took turns pissing on her. They left and she was left
alone in the darkness, soaked with urine, her body burning and aching. She was
too tired to even cry.

End Part 5



Clair's New Toy

Part 6


When Ann woke up, the room was flooded with sunlight. To all
appearances, it was going to be a beautiful day. She doubted that she'd enjoy
it much. Her hands and feet were numb, but everything else was a mass of pain.
She couldn't see herself, of course, because of the position she was restrained
in, but everything hurt, her mouth tasted like a toilet (no surprise there) and
she smelled awful. Something Clair commented on when she finally arrived,
looking all fresh from a shower.

"Time to rise and shine slut," she said with a bright smile on her face.
She knelt and looked at Ann, who was breathing shallowly and in obvious pain.
"We have a few things to do before you need to get home. I suspect that hubby
will be wanting dinner when he gets back and you really should clean yourself
up. You're a complete mess."

Despite her pain, Ann's heart leapt at the thought be being released.
Clair, in fact, set about doing just that, but once she was unbound Ann just lay
there on the tarp in the puddles of stale urine, unable to get up. Clair
grabbed a thin cane and used it on Ann's bruised ass to get the woman up and
moving. Once she was up, the pressure in her bladder became almost
overwhelming.

"Please Mistress," she whispered, her voice horse, "I need to use the
bathroom."

In response, Clair produced a bowl and made Ann squat over it. Pissing
was painful because her cunt was very swollen and raw and her urine was very
strong. Clair wouldn't let her wipe or hold her cunt open as she squatted over
the bowl, which caused the piss to get all over her inflamed crotch. When she
finished, Clair had her put the bowl aside and told her to clean up the room.
Ann was dying of thirst, very hungry and could barely move, and begged Clair to
let her go home. Clair just looked at her and Ann bowed her head and set about
following her directions. She cleaned up all the toys and was forced to lick
off many of them before washing them in the sink in the bathroom that was
attached to the play room. The toys were the only thing Clair allowed her to
wash, despite Ann's longing looks at the shower. Once everything was cleaned
up, Clair cuffed the woman's hands in front of her and pushed her into a huge
tub in that same bathroom. The cuffs were attached to a hook in the ceiling and
Ann stood there wobbling waiting to see how Clair would abuse her next.

First, she grabbed a douche bottle and a small bucket, both which had
clear water in them. The water was very cold, but not freezing, since Clair
wanted to ensure that there would be no numbing effect. She forced Ann to
spread her legs, took a rough washcloth and dipped it into the water. Ann
thought it was strange that Clair had on yellow rubber gloves - like the kind
that were worn while washing dishes. As soon as the water hit her and Clair
started scrubbing her cunt, Ann screamed.

Clair had added a bunch of salt to the water. It burned Ann's raw skin
and all the cuts on her cunt, which was now a deep, flaming red. It got worse
when Clair sucked some of the water into the douche bottle and shoved the
un-lubricated nozzle into Ann's swollen cunt. Ann begged and pleaded, but was
completely ignored and the salt water burned her insides like fire. She was all
but hanging from the cuffs by the time Clair took the shower nozzle off the wall
and began to hose her down with more icy water. She neglected to rinse the
inside of Ann's cunt. Once Ann was thoroughly rinsed off - no soap of course,
Clair released the cuffs and gave the dripping woman her dress. Ann asked for a
towel and Clair told her to shut up and get dressed.

The dress was soaked by the time she finished putting it on and her big
tits were outlined very clearly - her nipples completely erect from the cold.
She stood shivering, in bare feet, waiting for Clair to let her go. Clair
buckled a collar around her neck, attached a leash and pulled her out into the
other room. She pointed to Ann's new high heels and made her put them on.

Finally, Ann thought she was finished being humiliated. It was clear
that they were almost ready to leave. Then Clair said, "Pick up the bowl and
drink it all. Then I'll take you home."

Ann thought she was past the point of being surprised by anything Clair
did, but she was wrong. The woman actually expected her to drink her own urine!

"Do it bitch or you'll be spending another whole day with me." That was
the last thing that Ann wanted and she bent to pick up the bowl of cool,
stinking piss. She looked at Clair, hoping for some relief from this task, but
there was none. "Do it," she said in a low menacing voice, "or I'll whip the
shit out of you and force it down your throat."

Ann put the bowl to her lips and drank, her stomach churning with every
gulp. Finally, she drained the bowl and set it down. Clair cuffed her hands
behind her back, pulled on the leash making Ann follow her downstairs, her wet
clothes still clinging to her.

To her mortification, Richard was at the table drinking coffee as Ann
was pulled by. Clair gave him a quick kiss and told him she was returning
Michael's slut and would be back soon. She made the woman get into the very
back of her SUV and drove off.

It wasn't a very comfortable ride for Ann, bouncing around in the back
with her hands cuffed behind her. Thankfully it didn't take too long for them
to get to her house. Finally, thought Ann, she was going to be released. Clair
started to get out of the car, but told Ann to stay put.

She opened the door a short time later and said, "Look at me, bitch.
Let's get something straight. I own you. After the things did last night you
are just as much of a slut as I am. "

That isn't true, thought Ann. I hated everything you and your perverted
friends did!

"And let's not forget the underage girl you seduced. So from now on,
you'll do whatever I tell you. We have a lot of good video and pictures and I
swear to you, unless you obey me completely, you'll be all over the net, the
campus and your home town. Now get out of my car."

They were in broad daylight! Clair hadn't even pulled into the driveway
and any of Ann's neighbors could easily see her.

"Please, Mistress, can you take these off?"

"Those? Don't worry, the keys to the house and the cuffs are in your
purse, which is on the door step."

At the bottom of her purse, not that Clair told her that. Clair drove
away leaving Ann standing at the curb.

Clair smiled to herself as she looked at the figure fading in the
rearview mirror. She was completely horny after fucking with Ann and she had
the perfect way to relieve it.

Michael looked up as Clair entered his office, without knocking as
usual.

"Hello Clair," he said leaning back in his chair. "So nice to see you
again."

She smiled and tossed a CD on his desk. "Mmmm, yes lover, nice to see
you too. Why don't you take a look at this while I go run a few errands. We
can discuss it when I get back, OK?"

Michael raised an eyebrow and picked up the disk. Clair gave him a
quick kiss, then a much more thorough on, and left the office. Michael picked
up the disk and put it into his computer.

He was in a state when Clair returned, that was for sure. She hadn't
taken too long, but she knew how much material was on the CD and made sure he
had ample time to review it. She flopped down into a chair and crossed her
legs, treating Michael to a nice view of her red high heeled sandals and her
fishnet thigh highs. He just looked at her and said nothing.

"Well? What do you think?"

There was a pause. Then he replied, "I think that I would have bet
anything there was no way anyone could get my very uptight wife to do any of
those things. Did she enjoy herself?"

"Not hardly," Clair chuckled. "Did you enjoy the video clips? Or are
you pissed off about what we made her do?"

Michael shrugged. The videos had been a serious turn on. He had
figured that Ann hadn't gotten off on what they did to her, but watching her
perform all those perverted acts had made his cock into a steel bar. Still, he
was thoughtful before he answered. "She could go to the police, you know.
There's probably a lot of marks on her right now."

Clair grinned, got up and sat on his desk. He knew by now that that
meant there was sex in his near future and he was all for it. "Not a chance.
Remember the little scene with Lucy?" He nodded. "Well, she's convinced that
Lucy's a minor."

Michael busted out laughing. "You're kidding!"

"Nope. Not only that, but every one of those women would testify in
court that Ann was there voluntarily. After all, it's their asses on the line
too." She leaned closer and said, "With your testimony, if it ever came to
that, there's no way she'd ever be able to prove anything."

Michael thought for a moment, his eyes fixed to her full, red lips. He
looked her in the eye and said, "Not for nothing, but if I ever did that, she'd
never fuck me again - not that she does all that often now. But something is
better than nothing, even if she sucks in bed."

"Oh I wouldn't worry about that. Lucy and I, and maybe others in our
little group, would make sure you never had to go without."

Michael recognized the bribe for what it was. He liked the terms, that
was for sure. For an answer, he leaned forward and kissed Clair. She eagerly
opened her mouth for his tongue, and shortly there after, his cock. By the time
she left, he was very late for a class, and she had a cunt full of his cum.

Several days later Ann was walking on campus. She was nervous, since it
wasn't her idea to be on campus, especially dressed as she was. She was wearing
a tight, thin blouse - so thin her dark nipples could be seen through it, her
shortest skirt, panties, and the heels that Clair had made her buy. The skirt
wasn't very short, but it did show a lot of leg, especially with the heels she
had on. Clair had called that morning and told her to be on campus no later
than eleven am. She was told what to wear and where to wait and that she'd be
met. Fortunately it was a pretty warm day, because she'd been told not to wear
anything but what she had on.

Ann looked around, wondering when Clair would get there. There were
students everywhere, and she saw a number of them eyeing her as she sat there.
She'd been told that covering her self would ensure punishment and Ann had had
about enough punishment. Her ass and cunt were still sore, her ass especially
was quite bruised. The small cuts on her pussy and tits were healing and didn't
hurt, but there were bruises at the base of her breasts from the rope. She'd
been careful about making sure that everything was covered when Michael was
around. That wasn't too hard since she wasn't in the habit of going naked, even
in front of just her husband. She was jolted out of her revere when someone sat
down beside her.

"Hello, slut," said the blond girl from the other night. The other
girl, the fourteen year old, appeared in front of Ann.

"What are you two doing here?" said Ann. She tried to sound confident,
but it was obvious she was not.

"We're here for you. Clair said that you'd be waiting for us and she
was right." Lucy smirked, "Looks like you're trainable after all."

"I don't know what you mean," said Ann.

Kelly, they blond girl, laughed. "What we mean is, Clair has given you
to us to play with for the afternoon. She said to tell you that you'd better
follow orders or Lucy here will be on her way to the police with a certain tape
in her hand."

Ann paled. Clair had given her to these girls? That was insane! Ann
wasn't a toy to be given away. But she realized, even as the thought occurred,
that Clair could do this. With all the pictures that she had of Ann, she could
make Ann do whatever she wanted. And it looked like she wanted Ann to go with
these girls. She closed her eyes and sighed in defeat.

They saw the look and smirked at the older woman. It looked like it was
going to be a fun afternoon. For them, at least.

"Hey slut, before we get started, do you have to piss or anything?"

Ann's bladder was a bit full, but she'd figured that after Clair met
her, she'd just use the bathroom in the student center.

"Well, do you?" asked Lucy.

"Yes," Ann said in a low voice.

"Well, then go."

Ann started to get up, only to have Kelly put a hand on her arm, digging
her long nails through the thin shirt. "No stupid," she said, "she meant that
you should go here."

Ann looked at them uncomprehendingly. They were joking, right? She
couldn't possibly go to the bathroom here.

"Just do it. Piss right here, in your clothes, like the nasty cunt you
are." Lucy's eyes were glowing with lust. Ann did nothing. There was no way
she was going to do that here - it was beyond disgusting. Lucy smiled and began
to walk behind Ann. Ann, of course, started to turn on the bench to follow her,
but Kelly held her in place. "Eyes front, bitch," she said. "You'd better
start doing what we tell you or I swear I'll strip you naked right here"

"I can't," said Ann.
"Well, you will if you don't want to be sitting here naked," said Lucy,
licking the startled woman's ear and unbuttoning the top button on her blouse.
Ann's hand's flew to her top to stop the girl, but Kelly slapped them away.

"No, no, no" she said as if scolding a little girl. "I want you to put
your hands on the back of the bench. That's right, lay them across the top.
Perfect. Now, Lucy is going to unbutton each button until you decide to obey."

Lucy undid another button. On more and Ann's braless tits would begin
to show. Ann closed her eyes and tried to relax her bladder. Lucy managed to
undo two more buttons before the hot wetness spread through Ann's crotch and her
urine began to spatter on the ground under the bench. The two girls giggled as
the older woman turned flaming red, the smell of her piss thick in the air.

When Ann had finished, they made her follow them to the dorm. It was
very obvious that her skirt was wet, and they didn't let her button up her top.
As a result, Ann got a lot of looks from people both because her breasts were
often clearly in view, and it was obvious that she'd done something in her
panties.

The girls made Ann strip once they got into their room. She was allowed
only her heels - which with as much practice as she was getting, were getting
easier to walk in. Once she was naked, she was informed that she would be their
toy for the afternoon. They'd let her go in time to make dinner at her house -
if she was good. If she didn't please them, then they'd call Clair and tell her
to come pick her up. As much as Ann didn't want to be abused by these two, she
really didn't want to see Clair. So she resigned herself to a very unpleasant
afternoon.

She looked around the room and wondered who Kelly's roommate was. It
wasn't Lucy, who was obviously too young to be in college. Of course, the girls
had known that they were going to have Ann there, so they had hidden anything
they thought might reveal the fact that Lucy wasn't underage.

The afternoon was very unpleasant - for Ann, anyway. Lucy and Kelly
thoroughly enjoyed themselves. They began by tying her to a rectangular table
that had wheels. Lucy had spent many an hour tied to that thing being used by
Kelly. Of course, Lucy enjoyed being abused. Ann did not.

Ann lay face down on the table with her arms cuffed to the two front
legs. Holes in the surface allowed access to her tits, which hung down pretty
far. Lucy was much smaller than Ann so it was a bit difficult to push Ann's
tits through them. That didn't stop Lucy and Kelly - despite the scrapes on her
breasts the wood caused. Once through, nipple clamps were attached to her thick
nipples and weights were added. When Ann started to cry out and beg for mercy,
they gagged her with her piss soaked panties. A spreader bar was attached to
her ankles, forcing her legs uncomfortably wide. The bar was attached to a
hook in the ceiling because the table was too short to hold her. Then they got
to work on her pussy. The outer lips were clamped and pulled open, giving them
access to her rather dry pussy. Kelly, ever the pussy lover, decided to remedy
that. She knew from last time how humiliating Ann found it to be forced to have
an orgasm. Ann needn't have worried, Kelly just wanted to get her wet. There
would be no orgasm for Ann this time.

Once she was sufficiently wet, Kelly began pushing fingers inside. More
and more fingers went inside until Kelly's fist was once again inside Ann's
pussy. It was a tight fit and actually hard for her to get her fist in because
Ann wasn't very wet. Kelly smiled, listening to the grunts and groans of the
older woman as she twisted her fist around. Ann really started making noise
when Kelly began to actually punch her fist in and out causing Ann's inner cunt
lips to be pulled in and out in time with Kelly's strokes.

Lucy added more weights to Ann's nipples until they were stretched so
far that her breasts looked liked big white cones. It didn't help that Ann's
body was being pulled back and forth, causing the weights to jump and jerk.
Kelly was able to push hard enough into Ann's stretching cunt to actually hit
her cervix, and each time she did Ann felt like someone was punching her in the
stomach.

After Kelly got bored with fisting her, she pulled out a speculum that
she'd had in their small refrigerator and forced it into Ann's cunt. It was
freezing and painful and the pain only got worse as Kelly began to open it wide.
It was a large speculum to begin with and by the time she got it halfway open,
tears were streaming down Ann's face. Kelly took a break from widening the
speculum to retie the clamps on Ann's cunt lips. She attached a string to each
clamp, then began looping the strings around the spreader bar. She pulled the
strings wide and tight while Ann struggled and moaned, stretching the labia
until she heard a particular high pitched squeal from Ann indicating the pain
was very intense. She waited for a few seconds, then pulled each one even
further, stretching the thick labia almost to the point of tearing. Ann was in
agony and having trouble breathing since her nose was getting blocked up.

There came a knock at the door and the girls looked at each other and
smiled. Ann barely noticed when Lucy opened the door to admit a woman about
Ann's own age.

"She's all ready," chirped Lucy as the older woman walked in, cupped
Lucy's face and gave her a quick kiss.

"Oh good," replied Mrs. Hill, "It'll be nice to finally get a crack at
the cow."

Ann, realizing that someone else was in the room, looked up. She closed
her eyes quickly, praying that she wasn't seeing who she thought she was seeing.

"I see you've recognized me dear," said Mrs. Hill "I'm so glad. These
girls tell me that you're ready to do anything you're told. I hope that's true,
since if it isn't I could make things really unpleasant. And not just for you."

Ann closed her eyes in despair. She knew Mrs. Hill, all right, although
they had only met once or twice. She was one of Devon's teachers. Ann had
first met her at a parent teacher conference and the woman had completely
ignored her and spent her time speaking with Michael. Ann hadn't liked her at
all, and now the woman had to see her like this!

Mrs. Hill was certainly dressed the part of the dominatrix. When she
dropped her long coat, Ann could see she had covered her voluptuous form with a
dress that had a tight, deep red corset top portion and a long black bottom
portion. The dress was slit all the way to her hips on the sides and Ann could
see the black calf high boots she wore underneath. Mrs. Hill walked to the
closet and opened the door, muttering to herself as she sorted through the
various implements stored there, finally settling on one. She stood in front of
Ann, swishing a quarter inch bamboo cane through the air.

Lucy removed the gag from Ann's mouth, bunched her hair into a pony tail
and threaded a rope into it. She tied the rope to the spreader bar, pulling
Ann's head back. Lucy knelt on the bed, with her head on the mattress and her
ass in the air, and spread her cheeks. Ann discovered that her head was just
the right height to suck Lucy's asshole. She was wheeled closer to it and Ann
saw that the girl's ass crack was smeared with fresh shit. She was absolutely
repulsed and tried to turn her head away.

CRACK! The cane came down on Ann's ass cheeks creating an immediate
welt. The pain spread through her ass, making it feel like she'd been burned.

"Start sucking, cunt. Because I'm not going to stop beating your ass
until you do," said Mrs. Hill as she created another welt on Ann's white ass.
Ann couldn't believe how much the cane was hurting her. Between the cane, the
clamps pulling her pussy lips and the speculum, her entire lower body was
burning. Lucy wiggled her ass as the cane fell again and Ann knew that they
were just going to keep whipping her until she obeyed. She didn't have to
stretch far to begin to lap at Lucy's shitty ass crack. The taste and smell
were horrible, but so was what Mrs. Hill was doing to her ass. Completely
humiliated, Ann continued her chore.

Once she was finished to Mrs. Hill's satisfaction, it was Kelly's turn.
She excused herself and went into the bathroom. When she came back and got into
position on the bed, it was clear that she'd just taken a dump. Mrs. Hill said
nothing, just started beating Ann's ass again. But this time Lucy joined her
using a crop on the bottom of Ann's feet. The combined pain was incredible,
especially since every time she jerked around, her overstretched cunt lips were
pulled.

Ann didn't even protest, much to the other women's laughter, when Mrs.
Hill got into position. Her ass crack was also filthy with shit, but Ann
dutifully licked and sucked until all she could taste was her own spit. Mrs.
Hill, spread her stocking clad thighs wide and pushed her ass hole as far onto
Ann's tongue as she could. Meanwhile, Kelly had pulled the strings attached to
the clamps just a little farther, stretching Ann's labia even more painfully,
then opened the speculum wider. Lucy had stopped using the crop on Ann's feet,
and started using it on her tits - after adding several more weights to each
nipple clamp.

Finally, Mrs. Hill laid on her back, satisfied. Ann's face had smears
of shit all over it and the other woman looked at her with disgust.

"Lucy, clean this pig up. I want her tongue on my cunt, but I don't
want her to get shit all over everything."

Lucy bent down and began to lick the shit off Ann's face, cleaning it
thoroughly. Then she forced Ann into a messy kiss, spitting the brown goo from
her own mouth into Ann's and making the woman swallow it. Ann's stomach
rebelled, but she managed not to throw up.

They changed her position on the table making her lay face up. Her tits
were sore and scratched from the wood and her ass was bleeding in several
places. Kelly helped Ann get position swiftly, as she was used to binding Lucy
in this position. When they finished, each woman as able to kneel on the bed
with Ann's face between their legs while Ann licked their cunt to pleasure them.
It took very little shifting for them to completely cut off Ann's air, which
they did often. Each pissed in her mouth after they had cum, often spraying her
hair as well. They amused themselves, when they weren't being eaten, by using a
strap to beat Ann's cunt and tits. There wasn't any artistry in what they did -
they just beat her as they saw fit, turning her stretched cunt blood red from
the strap. In fact, the strap re-opened other cuts on her mons that had only
just stared to heal.

They continued to abuse Ann for most of the afternoon. When they
finished, her breasts were turning black and blue, her ass cheeks and mons were
both bleeding and Kelly had stuffed a soda can up her cunt, after lubing it with
Bengay. They made her get dressed in her piss soaked clothing and pushed her
out the door.

The next two weeks continued like this. Every few days, Ann was told to
go somewhere, sometimes Clair's house, sometimes the dorm and twice to Mrs.
Hill's house. Once there, she was always beaten and abused and each woman made
sure to stretch out her cunt. They also started to stretch her inner cunt lips
and after two weeks, her inner lips were starting to peek out from between her
outer ones. It was very humiliating - especially since they all made her drink
their piss and often made her suck shit from their assholes. Her breasts, ass
and cunt mound were always bruised now and she had stopped changing in front of
Michael at bed time. She was terrified that he'd see her and ask where she was
getting all the bruises.

Michael knew the state that Ann was in. Clair provided plenty of
pictures. He was shown very detailed pictures of the black bruises that ringed
the base of each breast, the cuts on her ass and mons and the large objects that
Ann could now take up her pussy. They always made it uncomfortable for her -
anything that they shoved in her cunt was lubed with something that would burn.
If there was even a slim chance of her getting any pleasure from what they did,
they'd put a strong numbing cream on her clit. She'd tried to just not put any
effort into licking the cunts and assholes they stuffed in her face, but it did
her no good. She always gave in in the end and tried to get them off because if
she didn't they beat her. Clair had found that beating either her feet, inner
thighs or directly on her opened cunt would get the best response.

Michael was in an almost constant state of arousal from seeing the
pictures of his abused wife, and the fucking that Clair, Lucy and sometimes
Kelly would give him. One would show up in his office almost every day to drop
off pictures and suck down his load. He loved fucking Clair - she had the most
talented pussy of the three (he didn't even think of fucking his wife anymore -
she could practically take a truck up her cunt now) and she really knew how to
arouse him. Her scent, her clothing and how she talked dirty about what she
wanted him to do to her never failed to arouse him. Occasionally he felt
slightly guilty about how Ann was being treated, but when he did, he remembered
the years of pleasure that she'd denied him. That got rid of the guilt very
quickly. One Monday, Clair entered his office. She was dressed in beautiful
heels and a short skirt - her huge, firm breasts pushed together in her top to
give her even deeper cleavage.

"Hello Michael, I hope you're doing well after this weekend?"

He was doing well, but he was frustrated. Usually, he found time to
sneak out and get one of the women to get him off. This weekend, they'd all
been busy.

"Fine thanks. I missed you this weekend."

She smiled, "Absence makes the cock grow harder."

He returned the grin. "Ah, does that mean you'd like to make use of
said hard cock?"

She pursed her red lips in a tight 'O' and slid a finger into her mouth.
"Mmmm, I'd love to, but I have other plans. In fact, we all have other plans
this week." Michael had little doubt that 'we all' meant the other women he'd
had sex with. He wondered what was going on.

Is there something I should know?" he asked.

She walked around to his side of the desk and he swiveled in his chair
to watch her. She knelt between his knees and opened his pants, removed his
semi hard cock, and slurped it into her mouth.

"Mmm," he said. "I thought you weren't going to be doing that today.

Releasing his cock with a pop, she grinned at him and stood, moving
forward to straddle his legs. "I just want to make sure I've got your
attention, lover," she said as she sank down onto his turgid length. It was
obvious she wasn't wearing panties.

He groaned as her wet heat engulfed him and he grabbed her breasts. She
bottomed out on his shaft and stayed there, slightly rotating her hips.

"We have a three day weekend coming up," she said, her breathing
slightly unsteady.

"God your pussy feels good. So?"

"Richard and I are having a party Friday night. A private party." He
just looked at her and she continued, "But we'd like you and Ann to come for
brunch Friday and stay until sometime Sunday." More hip rotation.

"So does this mean that I'm invited?"

"Oh yeah, you're invited, but Ann is going to be the guest of honor."
Her hips stopped moving and his eyes widened at her pronouncement.

"It's time for Ann to see the new you," said Clair. Her hips resumed
their grinding motion. "And visa-versa."

Michael was excited by the prospect of a party where, he was sure, there
would be plenty of pussy. He was less excited by the thought that Ann would see
him there.

"I'm not so sure that's a good idea," he said. "If she sees me fucking
someone, she's gonna figure out that I've been fucking around all this time.
She might even figure out that I've known what you've been doing to her."

"So?" said Clair. "Trust me. By now, she'll do anything she's told.
And I do mean anything. We have so much on her that she's terrified that
someone will find out. She's convinced that not only would she be ruined, but
you'd divorce her and take Devon with you. "

"I wonder how she got that idea?"

Clair just grinned. "Besides, it's time Ann came to grips with her new
life and the changes in your relationship. I'll tell you what. You go home
tonight. Tell her you want a blow job. I bet she does it. And I'll bet that
she's way better than she was last time."

His eyebrows went up at that. "Have you been having her blow other
guys?"

"Nope. But she's had lots of practice on dildos, believe me. Make
sure you just assume that she'll give you the blow job, just tell her to do it
and she will. If she doesn't, then you don't have to bring her on Friday. You
can make excuses and say you'll be going away or something." Clair paused, "But
I'm sure you'll be bringing her."

"What about Devon? I can't leave him home alone all weekend."

"Don't worry about it. Some of the other parents have kids and they'll
all be staying at a place that has several sitters, an indoor pool and a big
screen TV. He'll have a blast."

Michael was close to cuming now, but Clair stood and pulled off his
cock. She backed away, her eyes fastened on his soaked cock.

"Call me tomorrow and let me know what happened. Remember the bet - if
she does what you tell her, then you bring her to the party."

The next day Clair received a phone call from Michael. They'd be there
before noon on Friday. Ann was told that they were going there for brunch - but
by this time, any mention of going to Clair's house made her pale. Michael
insisted though, so just as she had with the blow job, she agreed to go without
a fight.

At eleven am, Ann and Michael showed up at Clair and Richards. Ann was
terrified, but tried not to show it. As they were led into the house, Ann and
Clair split off from the men. Richard and Michael were seated in the breakfast
nook where they were served brunch by Lucy and Kelly. It was not a brunch he'd
soon forget.

Both the girls were naked. Both were wearing very high heels. Kelly
was the one who put everything out on the table and Lucy carried everything in
on a tray. Although she wasn't carrying the tray - exactly.

Lucy's arms were bound behind her, her wrists strapped together and her
elbows strapped so tightly they were touching, which had the effect of thrusting
her firm breasts out very nicely. She had a big ball gag stuffed in her mouth,
causing her to drool a bit and had on a blind fold. As Kelly set out three
places for brunch, Michael got a good close look at how the tray was attached.
A leather strap went around her slim middle, cutting deeply into her flesh.
Richard pointed out that the strap was lined with tiny tacks that cut into the
girl's flesh. The front of the tray was attached to her nipples. Literally.
There were chains going up to each nipple. Each chain was attached to the
nipple by a tight clamp. Through each clamp was a bar that, judging by the
small amount of blood, had just been pierced through her nipple. Kelly was
leading the other girl around by using a leash that attached to her groin. When
Michael bent down, he saw it was attached to a small, sharp toothed clamp that
had been fastened onto the girl's clit hood. Kelly was not gentle when tugging
Lucy this way and that, pulling her to the kitchen and back. Michael's cock was
hard for the entire meal. When he asked where Ann was, Clair demurred saying
that he shouldn't worry. Ann was getting ready for the party tonight.

While they ate, Kelly sat on a chair against the wall while Lucy stood,
the heavy tray pulling on her nipples the entire time. At one point, Kelly
released the nipple clamps and the tray was supported by just the piercings.
After they had eaten, and the table had been cleared, Michael made to get up and
use the bathroom. Clair told him to stay where he was and called back Kelly and
Lucy. Lucy wasn't wearing either the gag or the tray any more, though she was
still blindfolded, and Michael could see where the belt had cut into her
stomach. Instead of the tray, heavy balls hung from the bars through her
nipples. Her face was wet and so was Kelly's cunt, leading Michael to think
that Lucy had been eating Kelly's cunt.

"Kelly, Michael has to use the bathroom. You have to pee, right?" she
asked looking at Michael. He nodded. "See that Lucy deals with it. I have to
go too, which she can take care of when I return."

Kelly guided Lucy to her knees between Michael's legs and opened his
pants. She pulled out his semi-hard cock and pushed Lucy forward. It took a
minute, but Michael started flooding the oriental girl's mouth with his hot
piss. She swallowed eagerly and missed very little. She was next guided to
Richard, who was wearing a robe and loose pajama pants. Lucy was made to stand
by the table again until Clair returned.

Clair didn't hurry back. She was making sure that by the end of the
evening or, at the very longest, this weekend, any thought of resistance on
Ann's part would be completely crushed. Not that she'd been resistant of late,
but after this weekend, Clair was sure she'd be a complete slave to anything she
wanted the woman to do.

She opened the door to where Ann was currently sitting. She'd been tied
to a chair that had an open bottom seat, giving Clair complete access to her
cunt. She was naked except for her restraints and a strange hood that was
covering her head. The hood looked like a round ball of rubber with two small
tubes protruding from it. There were no other openings. In fact the hood, once
the nose tubes were inserted and it was zipped up, completely sealed off the
head. There was a pump to inflate it and when it was fully inflated, it was
very hot and confining and put a large amount of pressure on the victim's head.
Clair stopped to admire the sight. Each of Ann's nipples had been sucked into a
narrow tube. There was a black dildo a bit wider than a coke can, and a good
fifteen inches long, pushed partially into her cunt. Currently, there was only
nine inches or so of dildo inserted. Clair planned to see just how much she
could stuff in there before the party started. Of course, once the party was
started, they had an even bigger dildo that they'd been saving for just this
occasion.

Ann's cunt lips were also being stretched. The inner lips rarely came
back into shape any more. Without weights on them, both sets of lips now hung
about two inches from her cunt. When weights were added, they could almost
double that. Clair cut Ann's air off by closing the nose tubes. Since Ann
couldn't hear anything in the hood, she didn't know that Clair was in the room.
Her body jerked, indicating her panic, as her air was cut off. Clair added more
weights to Ann's cunt, then pushed the dildo in another inch. Ann's body jerked
and her head thrashed as she tried to get more air. Clair wouldn't let her pass
out. Every time she hurt Ann, she cut off her air. The opposite wasn't true
though so Ann never really knew what was going to happen. It was not a game she
liked playing, but that was the whole point. Clair wondered, as she unblocked
the breathing tubes, how Ann's cunt was feeling. The cinnamon oil she'd used
was new. She'd tried it on Lucy who said it burned like hell.

Clair turned and headed back down stairs. Ann would be left here like
this for the next several hours. It was likely she'd piss herself, since Clair
had made her drink more than a liter of water before they started. She was SO
horny when she got to the table. Just the knowledge that Ann was upstairs
suffering in the heat and dark, with no relief in sight, while everyone else,
including Ann's husband were sitting down here enjoying a meal, made her hairy
cunt ooze thick, white sap.

Lucy was guided between her legs and Clair scooted forward on the chair
so that the bound girl's mouth could attach to her cunt. With no warning, she
started pissing, and Lucy choked on the sudden influx of fluid. It didn't take
her long to recover and suck down all Clair had to offer, but she was caned
while the blind fold was removed so that she could clean the floor with her
tongue. When she finished, they re-blindfolded her.

The afternoon passed quickly for Michael. He had a blast with Richard.
They played pool, watched a movie, had a light, early dinner and of course,
enjoyed the view that was presented by the women. Lucy and Kelly served them
the entire time and they abused the hell out of Lucy. Clair would disappear
periodically to torture Ann some more. Michael figured that his wife was being
played with, but never asked about her. Ann was miserable, since there was no
relief for her cunt the entire afternoon. Her nipples ached as well, even
though Clair didn't leave the suction on the entire time, the pain growing over
time as they were tortured as well. Clair removed the glass tubes after the
first half hour, rubbing the red, swollen tips. Ann squirmed back and forth
because her nipples were so sensitive, but this served only to make the weights
on her labia swing. Clair put strong nipple clamps on each distended nipple and
could tell from the sweat that broke out on Ann's chest just how much that hurt.
She came back after a half hour, removed the clamps and put the suction back on.
Once the suction was removed again, Clair put the cinnamon oil on each nipple.
By this time, they were grossly swollen and an angry red. Sweat dripped from
under Ann's tits. Clair decided, about an hour before the guests started to
arrive, to wrap the base of each tit with a wide leather strap. She didn't make
it too tight, but Ann was shaking as she left the room. Clair wondered if the
renewed pressure of the suction on her slowly swelling tits combined with eleven
inches of super wide cock, was getting too much for the woman. It wouldn't do
to have her lose her mind before the party, after all.

Michael was unsurprised to find that most of the guests were the women
he'd seen the night this had all started. And their husbands, of course. It
might have been any normal gathering, except for the two nude girls who greeted
the guests in the hall. Lucy was once again strictly bound, but this time on
her back on a roll around cart. There was a wide bar between her ankles, but
from each ankle, there was another bar that led to the table, supporting her
bent, wide open legs. Michael wondered what that was all about when he noticed
that there was something attached to the base of the bars that rested on the
table. Clair explained.

"Lucy here is our coat rack. People hang their coats on the bar between
her ankles and she has to hold the bar up with her leg muscles."

"But," he frowned, "It's supported by those other bars that go from her
ankles to the table."

"Not exactly," smiled Clair. "Watch."

She began to push down on the bar. Lucy, being hooded, had no idea what
was going on and Michael watched as her legs muscles strained to take up the
slack. Eventually, her legs couldn't hold out and the bar sank. That's when
Michael saw the a set of spikes slowly emerge from the bars attached to the
table and begin to sink into Lucy's lower ass cheeks. Clair didn't pull too
hard - just hard enough for a small demonstration.

"Clair, you are so evil."

"Hey, it'd be Ann there, if she weren't otherwise occupied upstairs."

"Oh? What is she doing?" he asked.

Clair gave a truly evil smile and said, "Suffering."

Finally, everyone had arrived and it was time to go upstairs.

It was a party that everyone would remember. It was a turning point for
Ann as she discovered just what her lot in life was now to be. Everyone, except
Ann of course, enjoyed themselves a lot.

Once everyone got changed into their preferred clothing for the evening,
it was time to unveil the tormented woman. Clair had dramatically placed a red
silk sheet over her so no one would be able to see her when they first arrived.
She'd finally removed the awful hood from the woman, but replaced it with a
leather blind fold and a ring gag. Ann was told not to make a single sound
until the blindfold came off.

She presented quite a sight. Her body was covered with sweat from her
suffering. The base of each breast had a black leather strap around it. Over
the last hour, the large orbs had swollen and her nipples were almost blood red.
They were also swollen to twice their normal length. The weights from her outer
lips had been removed but the weights on the inner lips was increased. There
was twelve inches of thick rubber pushing painfully into her vagina and there
was a puddle of piss under her. She was informed that she'd be punished later
for pissing herself.

Michael looked around the room. The men were all dressed, or undressed,
casually and one or two just had ball bags on. Each woman had put on some sort
of fetish wear to display her body. High heels or boots were the norm, corsets
of rubber and leather constricted waists and pushed out breasts. Clair's
outfit really got Michael going. It consisted of black leather straps all
around her body, encasing and framing her 38Gs while emphasizing her narrow
waist. Thigh high boots with 4" heels were on her feet and her hairy, red bush
had small drops of milky lube in it.

"OK everyone, it's time to unveil our guest of honor. Of course, you
all can see her, but she hasn't seen you yet." Turning, she motioned to Kelly,
who pulled Lucy over. Lucy, who'd been released from coat duty, followed and
sank to her knees in front of Michael, who was just wearing a t-shirt and
boxers. She fished his cock out of his shorts and pulled his half erect cock
into her mouth. Clair walked over and put her arms around Michael and said,
"Now, that the stage is set, Richard if you would do the honors?"

The blindfold was removed from Ann, and at first all she could do was
blink, trying to clear her eyes. However, her heart almost stopped when the
first thing she saw was Clair and Michael in a deep kiss, with Lucy sucking his
cock. Naturally, she tried to cry out, to protest, but the gag let her make no
intelligible sounds.

"Ann, darling," said Clair breaking the kiss, "Is there something
wrong?" Then she looked at Michael and said, "Oh, don't worry dear. Michael
will be seeing to your needs in a minute - unlike you, who've never seen to
his.."

People stood around and watched with grins on their faces as Clair
continued to humiliate Ann.

Walking behind the bound woman, who still could not take her eyes off
Michael and Lucy, she leaned down and said in a voice meant to carry, "See?
While you were off being a slut, we've been taking care of your husband. He
saw how much fun you had that first night and, quite frankly, got a little
pissed. He told me that you hadn't ever had very good sex with him, and here
you were doing what ever you were told to do by virtual strangers." People were
laughing now and tears were running down Ann's face. Michael was so excited it
was all he could do to keep from cuming in Lucy's mouth. As Clair continued to
berate Ann and tell her how much fun she and Michael had had fucking, he gave up
the fight and groaned, releasing a huge load of cum into Lucy's mouth. She got
up and spit it through the hole in the ring gag in Ann's mouth.

"Swallow," commanded Clair. "It's only fitting that you get the first
load of Michael's cum," she paused. "I bet you'll get the next one too."

The guests all watched as Ann was repositioned. The huge dildo was
pulled from her cunt with a loud sucking sound, and the weights were removed
from her labia, causing her to cry out in pain. Her arms were strapped to the
head rest above her head, and the back of the chair was tilted until she was
laying almost prone. Her legs were cuffed and attached by the knees to hooks in
the ceiling, forcing her legs so wide the tendons were standing out. She looked
down her at her body and couldn't believe how much pain she was in, and the only
sign of it was her blood red, swollen nipples.

While watching the show, some of the guests had started kissing and
playing with each other. Not Michael, who sat in a nearby chair with Linda, a
small blond woman, gently sucking on his cock and balls. They hadn't even been
formally introduced.

By the time Ann was fully repositioned, he was hard again. Clair called
to everyone to get their attention.

"Everyone! We have a special treat for you all. Michael dear, come
here."

Michael rose and went over to where his wife was restrained.

"You might notice," she said, "that Ann here has a cunt that's all but
useless. I mean, look at the size of the dildo that she likes up there now."

People snickered as Clair pushed her entire hand into the stretched hole
with little trouble. She removed it, then grabbed a hold of Michael's hard
cock. "Mmmm, this'd be enough for any normal woman. But I think Ann's a little
too loose now." More laughter. "I doubt she'd be able to satisfy you with her
cunt - not that she was able to do that before. But she has another hole and I
can guarantee it's tighter. Why don't you give that one a shot? You'll be her
first."

Michael looked at Clair in surprise. After all the abuse she'd put Ann
through, he was amazed that she'd never used her asshole. Now he realized that
Clair had probably planned it this way. His cock was pretty big for someone's
first time. Not huge, by any means, but it would hurt if he fucked her with out
her being loosened up. The thought of ass fucking his wife while she could do
nothing to prevent it made his blood boil.

"Sure," he replied. "Like you said, it's not like she knew what to do
with her cunt anyway. Maybe this'll be better."

Ann began to shake her head, hoping to wake up from her nightmare. How
could Michael have betrayed her like this? Hadn't she been a good wife? She'd
always done everything he'd asked. Of course, she realized that that wasn't
true. She'd never been very interested in sex and she could now see that it was
something her husband was VERY interested in.

They removed the ring gag and Ann worked her jaw, then tried to speak.
Clair slapped her face and told her not a word.

Michael approached his helpless wife, who tried to close her eyes.
Clair wouldn't allow that either and she watched as her husband, his cock
dripping with another woman's spit, began to push into her tight asshole.

While Ann wasn't allowed to speak, Clair had no problems with her
yelling in pain. And yell she did as her husband ruthlessly pushed into her
tight asshole. Michael was in heaven as the super tight grip of his wife's
asshole closed around his thick cock. After several strokes, he saw that her
shit was staining his cock. He didn't care and the sight made him pound her
even harder. Clair said nothing, only holding the other woman's head as Michael
pounded away and Ann's groans turned to pleas for mercy. She received none as
her husband vented all the sexual frustration he'd felt for years, produced by
his wife's big titted, fine assed body. A body that had mostly been denied to
him.

"You like his big cock in your ass, don't you?" taunted Clair as Michael
pounded away. Since he'd just cum, it would be a while before he dumped another
load. Ann just groaned as her husband gave a particularly vicious thrust. She
couldn't believe her husband was treating her this way. "Don't worry,"
continued Clair, "you'll be given the opportunity to clean off his cock, just
like you've been cleaning out our assholes. This time, you'll get to eat your
own shit."

Some blood too, as Michael's cock was making Ann bleed. He didn't care,
and too soon, he started grunting and spewing hot cum into her intestines. Ann
could feel it, could feel her husband's cock pushing deep into her ass and
pumping a load of sperm into her. She felt relief that he was finished. She
hoped that her ordeal was over, but knowing Clair, she doubted it.

As usual, her fears were realized. Clair brought Michael around to her
end of the chair, and, with a lever, tilted the headrest holding Ann's head
back. This brought her mouth to the correct height to begin cleaning Michael's
bloody, shitty cock. Everyone commented on what a pig she was for eagerly
sucking her shit of his cock. She wasn't eager, and it tasted horrible. But
she didn't want to get beaten and she knew Clair would beat her unless she did
as was expected. Michael loved very minute of it, much to her disgust. How
could he treat her this way? She was his wife!

She felt someone inserting something into her asshole and groaned. Not
again! But yes, there was someone else fucking her asshole. It was really
sensitive, but who ever it was didn't really care. Meanwhile, Michael stepped
away from her head, his cock glistening from her saliva. Clair pulled him away
and they stood near the man now fucking his wife's asshole.

"Michael, I'd like to introduce the man who's corn holing your wife."
The man, slightly older than Michael looked up and grinned. He continued to pump
his cock, slightly smaller than Michael's and covered with sperm, shit and
blood, into Ann with no regard for the woman. "Dr. Hill, this is Michael.
Michael, this is Dr. Hill."

"Nice to meet you Michael," said Dr. Hill, "although since I'm
assfucking your wife, I guess we should be a little less formal. Call me Ed."

"Ed," said Michael, holding out his hand, "Nice to meet you too. Enjoy
yourself. God knows I never did until now." Ann couldn't believe that her
husband was being so casual while another man was fucking her asshole. It made
her feel just like an item - a thing to be used. Like a table or something.

When Ed was finished, there was another man to take his place. Maria's
husband Russ slid into Ann's distended asshole, commenting that it was getting a
little loose, while Ann was forced to clean Ed's cock. Clair tsk tsked, and
slid a thick, eight inch dildo into Ann's cunt. While it wasn't anywhere near
the size that would now fit up there, it did tighten up her asshole and Russ
sighed in contentment. And so Ann's humiliation continued.

When all the men had finished fucking her asshole, it was literally
dripping with sperm. Mrs. Hill stepped between Ann's legs with an enema bag and
inserted the inflateable nozzle, and pumped it up. Then she allowed the
contents of the bag - almost a quart of piss, to drain into Ann's ass. Since
there was no other stimulation - other than the throbbing in her nipples and
cunt, it was pretty intense. Soon though, to the humiliating comments of those
who were watching, she expelled the contents of her bowels and they had a bowl
full of her shit, plus the cum and piss that had been in her intestines. It was
set aside as they began to prepare Ann for the her next bit of fun.

While other people were groping and fucking around, Clair and Mrs. Hill
locked a pair of ballet boots on Ann's feet. They were black and made of heavy
leather, forcing the woman's feet into an en Pointe position. It was extremely
uncomfortable, and it went with out saying that she couldn't stand in the
things. That didn't stop Clair who simply put suspension cuffs on her wrists
and allowed them to take most of her weight - especially after they attached a
spreader bar to her ankles which forced her feet very wide. It was time for
more serious abuse.

John sat back and watched as Clair took a breast press and attached it
to Ann's bloated tits. She didn't remove the straps at the base, but started
closing the pieces of the press. Ann was sobbing in agony as her breasts were
slowly crushed in the press. The strap at their bases made it particularly
uncomfortable since the blood couldn't escape very easily. Her nipples were
throbbing too, since even more blood was forced into them. Clair didn't let up
until Ann's tits were really flattened in the press. Ann had had mammograms
before, and they were painful. But they didn't hurt nearly as much as this did.
Her entire chest was in agony and she was gasping for breath, sweat rolling down
her body. Clair wasn't finished though. Her goal was to make Ann pass out from
pain.

It was Mrs. Hill that initiated Ann's next torture. She returned with a
lit candle in her hand. Michael figured that she'd just pour wax onto Ann's
distended nipples. He was wrong. She actually started holding the flame under
various parts of Ann's tits until the woman howled and begged for mercy. The
other couples were fucking away to the sound of her screams as Mrs. Hill held
the flame under each nipple, pulling it away just before the skin would start to
get really burned. Finally, she did drip hot wax on Ann's nipples and once they
were covered, melted it off with the candle. Ann was starting to lose her
voice.

Clair demonstrated her expertise with a single-tail whip. She cracked
it in the air, then proceeded to use it on Ann, creating welt after welt on the
writhing woman's body, bringing her to even greater heights of pain. Ann was
begging, pleading that she'd do anything, if only they'd stop hurting her. She
actually pissed herself again, much to everyone's amusement. That caused Clair
to center her strikes on Ann's cunt and blow after blow landed on the screaming
woman's sex. When Clair took a break Kelly knelt between Ann's legs and started
double fisting her. Ann was treated to the sight of her husband fucking Clair's
cunt while her own was being further stretched out of shape. When Michael
finished, Clair returned to the whip, using it until Ann finally passed out and
hung by her wrists.

They took her down and revived her. She was physically exhausted and
emotionally spent and bleeding in a number of places. She still couldn't
believe that Michael would betray her like this, but couldn't deny the evidence
in front of her eyes. She was dragged over to a new chair and sat onto it, the
rough material scratching the bleeding welts on her back and ass. Her legs were
once again spread and pulled back and tied that way, allowing complete access to
her red, swollen cunt and still bleeding asshole. The tit press was removed,
which caused Ann to cry out from the returned blood flow, and the straps were
removed leaving bruised rings around the bases. She began to panic, tired as
she was, when her head was fitted into a large, plastic bowl. Her panic didn't
keep them from securely strapping the contraption around her head, and she found
that when they were done, she was unable to move her head.

She strained her eyes looking side to side and saw that the clear bowl
encased her whole head, with an opening over the face area. She felt something
around her throat and realized that the base of the bowl was attached around her
neck - sealing her in the bowl. The opening was pretty big, so there was no
danger of not getting air, but the sides of the bowl were close to her cheeks.

The entire chair was lowered a bit and Clair looked down with glee at
the helpless slave.

"Well folks," she began, "now that everyone has fucked the new slut,
it's time she begin to understand her real place as our toy. While you should
feel free to torture any part of her that you like - I'd like to call attention
to her new function."
Everyone gathered around looking at the helpless woman in the chair.
They had a good idea of what Clair had in mind and waited eagerly for her to
announce the next phase of Ann's degradation.

"I know that we have a perfectly good toilet in the other room, but it
is pretty far away," laughter greeted that comment, "so I've provided you with
one in here. Feel free to piss or shit in this bowl right here. Ann will get
rid of it for you. Lucy will do any final clean up."

There was some applause and laughter at this announcement. It was well
known that Lucy liked toilet sex, but even she hadn't been used as a toilet like
this.

"Michael, if you can," continued Clair, "you should do the honors."

He smiled and nodded - this was beyond his wildest dreams. As much as
he liked pissing in Lucy's mouth, shitting in Ann's mouth surpassed what he'd
ever consider doing. Despite having cum three times now, he started getting
hard at the thought. Someone brought around a video camera and set it up so
that it focused on Ann's face. Clair went over and leaned forward.

"Listen up cunt. I want you to start begging for your Master to shit on
you. You're just a toilet slave now, a toy for our pleasure and it's about time
you realized it. Michael is your husband in name only - you're a slave and
slaves can't be married. If you don't beg good enough, I'm going to take a
knife to those tits of yours. When I'm done, you won't have any left. Dr. Hill
is a skilled plastic surgeon and I'm sure he could keep you from bleeding to
death."

Ann was beyond terrified. She was going to have to beg her husband, no
Master, to shit on her or this insane woman would cut her tits off! By now,
she'd dealt with Clair enough to know that the woman was crazy enough to do
anything. Clair had no intention of cutting off Ann's tits. If she did that,
then how could she torture them? But she knew that Ann would believe her threat.

"Now beg. Anyone who needs to use your mouth as a toilet better hear
that you are fit only to be a toilet slave and a pain slut. If I'm not
convinced by your begging, out comes the knife."

Clair then spit a large glob of saliva onto Ann's lips. She tried to
jerk her head, but she was too firmly held. Michael's face appeared in Ann's
field of vision and she saw there was no pity or understanding in it. She
started to beg. She'd had plenty of practice begging in the last few weeks, so
she knew what to say.

"Please Master, let me eat your shit. I'll be... be your toilet. I'm
only good enough to drink your piss."

Michael couldn't believe how hard his cock was. Hearing Ann beg like
this was doing amazing things for his cock.

Turning around he discovered that the edges of the bowl were comfortable
enough to sit on. He couldn't piss with such a hard cock, but it wasn't long
before he began to push a large chunk of shit from his bowels. Ann watched her
husband's asshole open and the brown turd emerge. It was aimed right for her
mouth, and soon the bitter tasting log slide over it to land next to her cheek.
The smell was horrible and Ann discovered that cleaning out a shitty ass crack
was not nearly as bad as being shit on.

When Michael was finished, he stood and turned around. His cock was
soft enough for him to piss, so he hosed down Ann's face and hair. While he
did, Lucy, who was on her knees, licked his asshole clean while fingering her
cunt.

Next, they dumped the remains of the enema that they'd given her
earlier. Piss, cum and chunks of her shit were soon floating in the bowl and
she realized that it couldn't hold a lot. If everyone here started to piss or
shit in it, the filth would soon cover her face and she wouldn't be able to
breathe.

Clair looked down at her one last time. "I hope you realize that unless
you start eating and drinking what's in the bowl, you're not going to be able to
breathe." With that, Clair turned around and sat on the bowl. She released her
dark, stinking urine into the bowl, then started to shit. At first, her waste
was firm, but soon it began dropping in long, soft strands until finally it was
almost all liquid. At that point, Ann saw that in order to breathe, she would
have to start eating the contents of the bowl. She wanted to throw up, but
didn't want to add that to everything else she was going to have to eat.

The camera's picked up every second of Ann's ordeal as she begged each
person to eat their shit, or piss on her face. They caught it all live and in
color as she ate the shit in the bowl so to keep it from suffocating her.

The party went on late into the night. At some point, the largest dildo
Michael had ever seen was pushed into his wife's cunt. It was huge, as round as
a two liter soda bottle and caused the woman to scream in pain, her cries
echoing in the bowl around her head. The dildo was left in there the rest of
the night and Ann was left in the filth that the guests had pissed or shit into
the bowl.

The next morning, Lucy and Kelly came round to clean her up. They were
not gentle, but Ann made no protests - only moaned in pain as they cleaned her.
After last night, she knew her place. Not even her husband had stood up for her
because she'd ignored him all these years. Evidently cleaning the house and
raising their child hadn't been enough. Perverted sex was required was well.
Plus, she knew what had happened last night was caught on video, and if it ever
got out, everyone she knew would think she was a perverted whore. Ann could
live with a lot of things, but she couldn't live with that.

Unlike Friday night, the rest of the weekend was merely uncomfortable
for Ann. She was forced to watch Michael engaging in sex with Clair, Lucy and
Kelly. She was often tied and tormented in painful ways. Michael assfucked her
again while Clair laughed and said that with all the stretching it had taken,
her cunt would never be good to fuck, so she might as well get used to having
her asshole pounded.

Her breasts and nipples were often targets for abuse and by Sunday, her
tits were covered with bruises and it seemed like her nipples - now twice the
size they'd been on Friday, were permanently swollen. Clair and Michael had
both agreed that they liked how they looked like that and discussed ways of
keeping them that way.

She once saw Michael and Clair arguing. She couldn't hear because they'd
plugged her ears and she wondered what it was about. It couldn't have been too
serious, because they eventually started fucking again, this time with Clair's
cunt right over Ann's mouth.

Finally, it was time to go home. Ann was dressed in a short skirt and
tight, woolen top. She was allowed no underwear, and the only thing she'd been
given to eat that day was some of Michael's shit. Her breasts ached -
especially her nipples because of the scratchy wool, but of course, no one cared
about that.

"Just because you're going home, doesn't mean I don't own you. Got it
cunt?"

"Yes Mistress. " Ann's voice was a bit husky from all the yelling she'd
done over the weekend. Michael thought that was kind of sexy.

"Michael gave you to me in exchange for someone who'd actually meet his
needs. So you'll still cook and clean, and, if he feels the need, fuck your
husband. But you'd better be ready anytime I call on you."

The couple left. Ann was resigned to her new life as a slave and
Michael was happy that he'd be getting all the pussy he wanted. After seeing
his wife in action this weekend, perhaps she might even be worth a few fucks.
He smiled as he realized that he wouldn't even have to get out of bed to take a
piss in the morning. Life, he realized, was good.


The End.

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