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updated feb 14 - 2010

Another Mattwatt story | Mrs. Swanson's Submission | Vanessa and the Boys

WARNING: This story contains strong themes of coercion and forced
sexual behavior. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS only,
and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone similar
behavior.


M+/f, D/S, cuck. humil exhib, bnd, Gang Bang, spank, rough


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Joan's Mistake
By Mattwatt

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7

When the five had been realized, Shag motioned to the ‘merry men’ and said to them:

“Bring her down, guys; give her something to drink before the finale.”

They moved quickly and just as quickly had Joan on the floor with her head propped up. She was barely conscious at the end of this part of the whipping. One of them held her head and the other raised the half pint of Scotch to her lips and poured some of the golden liquid down her throat.

Joan gagged at first but then took the rest almost greedily. She finished most of the bottle, and then lay on the floor panting.

Shag knelt by her and spoke to her after a few minutes.

“Joanie,” he said, “You’re doing marvelously; only one more to do but it’s the most spectacular of all. We won’t go as long this time either. All you have to do, love, is take it. I won’t make you count or anything.”

Joan even managed a smile at that point, saying to him:

“Thank you, Mr. Shag; I appreciate it.”

He surprised her then by leaning over and kissing her. Joan even responded to his kiss before he moved away from her.

“Okay, guys,” Shag said then, “You know what to do; get her up.”

Joan didn’t know what was coming next, and so was totally surprised when they attached cuffs to her ankles then and attached chains to the cuffs. Once they were securely attached, they hauled her up so that Joan was now hanging upside down with her feet in the air, her legs spread far apart and her head pointing toward the floor.

But before they went forward with the last of the whippings, John Smart spoke up and said:

“Shag, a good time to use her in that position.”

“Right you are, boss,” Shag said, and motioned to his ‘merry men’, who one at a time came up and, snuggling up to where Joan’s face was, presented her with a stiff cock to suck. Shag joined the line at the end, and, while getting his cock sucked, made soft cooing noises for Joan, stroking her face and trying to sooth her.

Everyone was wrought up and it didn’t take any of them very long to cum in Joan’s mouth. When they were finished, John simply motioned to Gary, who understood and went immediately and cleaned up Joan’s face, licking off the cum and then kissing her to receive from her the cum that was hard for her to swallow just then.

Finally, Shag turned to John and said: “We’re ready here.”

John nodded, and then Shag turned to Joan and said to her:

“Sweetie, here’s the last little bit, and it won’t be long but it’s going to be the hardest. Ready?”

Joan croaked a quiet ‘yes’ and tried to steel herself for whatever was coming but wasn’t ready at all for what Shag did.

He stood behind her and when he used the whip, curled it between her thighs and made it land directly on her pussy lips.

“WWWWWWHHHHHHHHHOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” Joan screamed to the very rafters. But no sooner was that horrible sound out of her mouth than Shag landed another blow exactly where the first one had been.

A similar sound came out of her then, as she danced and jigged on the chains that held her upside down.

Shag landed three more such blows with the same result, and then he shouted to Joan:

“Joanie, last one,” and hit her squarely in the pussy again with the whip. She screeched, writhed on the chains and simply began to pee herself, hanging limply as the urine ran down her naked body toward her head.

“Get her down,” Shag said, then turning to Gary himself, he said: “Get some wash cloths and towels, clean her up. We’re done here.”

Gary went to do as he was told.

When they’d hauled Joan down and revived her, Gary knelt by her doing the cleaning. Shag went and had a conversation with John Smart. When they were all satisfied, Sam and Timmie took their equipment and left. Shag sent away his ‘merry men’ and knelt by Joan’s head.

Her eyes were open, as he spoke to her:

“Joanie,” he said softly, “Let’s not have to meet this way again. You’re lovely and I’d like to get to know you better under other circumstances.”

He bent over and kissed her; Joan responded but feebly. Then Shag left.

When Gary had her all cleaned up, John and Gary helped Joan out to the car, where they put her in the back seat still naked. She was beyond being tired.

They drove her home, and John helped Gary take her inside.

John’s last words were that Joan should report to his office tomorrow at work and he talk to her about what was to be done.

Gary just nodded, and took Joan off to bed.

He decided to put her in the tub before bed, thinking that this might help to ward off some of the coming soreness. She sat on the bed and only smiled, while Gary prepared her tub.

She kind of mused to the air around her, while watching his efforts:

“You’re so nice to me, Gary. Thank you.”

He was running water in the tub and came into the bedroom, when he heard her say this. He kissed her forehead, gave her some pain pills, and said quietly:

“You’re welcome,sweetheart.”

Then he went back to the tub. He put some oil into the tub that was supposed to help sooth sore muscles. When it was all ready, he went and bent down to Joan, and said:

“Come one, sweetie, we’re going to put you in a hot tub to ease some of your soreness.”

“Ohhhhh, Gary,” she moaned, “Why ever do you put up with me?” It was almost a cry.

“We’ll talk about that later, darling,” he said, as he helped her get up and head for the tub.

He held onto her as she settled into the water. She sat down in the hot, lovely smelling water with a sigh. He sat on the edge of the tub because he didn’t expect her to wash herself.

He began to do that himself; he poured the hot water over her shoulders and began with a soft cloth to begin to wash her.

“Does it hurt, sweetie?” he asked her.

“Yes,” she said, and then thinking continued: “But it should hurt, after what I did. I deserved everything that they did to me tonight, and even then, I got off easy. But I’m worried about you, darling.”

“Hush with that,” Gary said, “Let’s get you soothed here and then we can talk about all that.”

“Oh, you’re so nice, Gary,” she crooned, as he continued to wash her with the cloth.

“Stand up now, Joan,” he said gently; “I’m going to wash below your waist. I’ll be careful; I know it must hurt a great deal.”

“The pills are helping,” she told him, as she stood up at his directions.

She stood there, wet from the bath, and a bit soapy but she was smiling at him. He smiled back at her, and couldn’t resist saying:

“You look really sexy that way, Joan,”

Joan beamed at him but then she thought for a moment and said to him:

“You know, dear, that just a short time ago I would have sent you out of the bathroom for making a comment like that. How could I have been such a bitch.”

She started to cry but he hushed her again and continued to use the soft cloth on the outside of her thighs, and down her legs. His last attention was to her ass and her pussy. She winced but, when he asked if he should stop, she told him ‘no’, that it really felt good to have him so softly working on her pussy and ass.

Out of the blue then, she said to him:

“Before we sleep, Gary, love, I’ll do anything sexual for you that you want!”

“Hey,” he said to her, “What an offer.”

She looked at him, and the tears were still in her eyes, and said quietly:

“I really mean it, Gary.”

“I know, love,” he said in a soothing voice prompting her to bend down and kiss the top of his head.

When he was finished, he helped her out of the tub and got a large towel and began to dry her off. She held her hands up in the air, as he toweled her armpits and then slid his hands to her tits. She winced a bit from the whipping that she’d had but was still pleased to feel Gary’s hands sliding over her nipples.

“Ohhhhhh dear!” she moaned. “I can’t believe that after all that, I’m still horny. What’s happened to me?” She almost wailed this latter.

He looked into her eyes, and said quietly to her:

“It’s like a sexual block of some kind has been removed inside of you.”

“Ohhhhh goooooooddddd doesn’t it,” she said with wonder in her voice.

They went back into the bedroom and he pulled back the covers so that she could get into bed. She lay there completely naked with her eyes filling with tears.

“My god you look beautiful,” Gary said.

It was then that Joan finally went to pieces. She cried bitterly for the next few minutes. Gary simply moved to her and held her, with her head on his chest, as she cried it out.

When she was reduced to sobs and throat noises only, she looked up at him, directly into his eyes, and said:
“You have every right to leave me after the stunt that I pulled.”

“My love,” he said to her softly, “I’m not going anywhere.”

“And I got you mixed up in it too,” she said urgently, continuing: “Look at what happened tonight, and how it included you.”

“Joan, nothing happened to me,” he said assuring her, “That I wasn’t pleased about.”

“Really? Are you sure? Really?” she wanted to know.

“Really,” he said, “I guess that John, uh . . .Mr. Smart has brought out the beast in both of us.”

“I guess he has,” she said quietly.

“Oh, Gary,” she continued, “I’m beaten up but I’m still horny! I can’t believe that I enjoyed the pain so much; what a revelation!”

“Yes,” he agreed, “We’ve both had some revelations, I guess.”

She giggled then.

“Yes?” he asked with a smirk on his face.

“You looked so cute in the panties,” she said quietly, as though someone else was listening.

He smiled back at her.

“What are we going to do?” she asked; her voice somewhat frightened.

“We’re going to see what John Smart wants us to do, and we’re going to do it, and get through it all,” was Gary’s answer.

“Yes,” she said back to him. “I think you’re right.”

“That includes the sex demands,” Gary said.

“I know, sweetheart,” she said, “I so, so sorry about all that; when did I become such a bitch?”

“Now, we’re not going into all of that,” he answered her.

She grinned at him again and asked: “What do you want now? You just tell me.”

Gary grinned back at her but said earnestly: “With all you went through tonight, I think that anything more than a blow job will be pushing it.”

Joan sighed; she was still turned on but realized that he was right about that.

“How do you want it then?” she wanted to know. “I’ll do it for you any way that you want.”

Gary smiled and thought about it. Finally he arranged Joan so that her head was draped off of the bed, and right between his legs.

The position made Joan giggle. She really seemed to be a changed person. She lolled her head off the edge of the bed and opened her mouth wide ready for him.

Just before they began, Joan spoke up and said to Gary:

“Maybe we should be making a tape of this.”

“Gee,” Gary said, “Maybe you’re right; a tape for John in case he asks about if you’re doing what he said.”

Joan grinned at him again, “And a tape for us.”

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