Paula and her Mother-in-Law

Paula and her Mother-in-Law

By Ross Martin

Paula Barrett stood afraid before a heavy oak door. She had tugged the bell chain and was awaiting someone, anyone to invite her in. If she was nervous it was understandable because the Klinemanns were no ordinary family. They were old, rich and very strange. Marrying into them was going to present certain difficulties but she was prepared and determined to succeed.

That morning she’d looked at herself in the mirror trying to decide what Ted Klinemann, her fiancé, saw in her. She was a red head with short cropped hair, nice long legs and medium breasts with extra large nipples. Her butt was slightly bigger than she would have liked it to be and on her milky white skin there were thousands of freckles. Her nose was squarish to match her chin and her mouth was a small, delicate petal painted a soft pink on only the top half. As requested, she was clad in her Sunday best red dress. Over the top of this, to keep out the winter chill, she wore a black overcoat. For forty she didn’t look too shabby at all.

What, in Ted’s opinion and her own, that really topped off her outfit was something not many people would either understand or appreciate. It was the dog collar around her neck. This had been given to her by Ted in place of the customary engagement ring. This gesture had his family’s approval. The saving grace about the collar was the fact that the studs were platinum and between them there were genuine rubies and sapphires. It was easily worth a cool twenty grand.

The Klinemann estate was in a remote corner of New Hampshire. The house, which was more like a colonial mansion, was situated a mile from the nearest main road and at least two miles from the nearest farm. The servants had been either hand picked a long time ago or were third and forth generation, having grown up on the property. The house was encircled by substantial woodland which included many magnificent examples of centuries old red oak. A passerby, looking at the trees and the near-mansion on the hill, might have thought: “How quaint.”

It was a month after her engagement and, waiting for the door to open, Paula went over in her mind the importance of the meeting about to take place. For a start, she was to come face to face with her mother-in-law, Philipa, for the first time. Her instructions from Ted were to match the older woman’s tough ness with that of her own. She was also going to be introduced to her other new female relatives. Ted told her to do whatever they say and to show great respect. Depending on their approval, the wedding would then either go through or be halted forever. What’s more, there was some sort of ritual to observe. She asked Ted what it might be but his female kinfolk had sworn him to secrecy.

All she could make out was the sort of things he had been doing with her and to her in preparation. For example three weekends ago he had tied her naked to a St. Andrew’s cross overnight, whipping her cunt and breasts every now and then to prevent her nodding off to sleep. Then two weekends ago he had lent her to a female sadist friend who had a penchant for putting needles into vaginal flaps and breasts then topping it all off by spreading rubbing alcohol on the wounds she had made. She remembered taking all this rather stoically, enough anyway to gain his praise and to fortify his love. 

Ted was a sadist in his own right as were many of the Klinemanns. Paula knew this almost from the start. Surely if she could handle Ted and one of his female sadist pals she could also handle just one meeting with her in-laws no matter how bizarre it might turn out.

Paula steeled herself and gave the bell chain a second tug. A minute later two rather large gentleman’s gentlemen were looking down at her.

“Yes miss?” boomed the larger of the two.

“I’m Paula. I’m expected.”

“This way miss,” said the smaller of the two.

She was escorted out of the wind and into a small room where there was a coat rack. Without a word she handed them her coat and they hung it up for her.

“Dress too, miss,” said the larger butler.

She removed her dress and they hung it up for her. And there she was in her frilly red underwear being eyed appreciatively by the house goons. This added to her nervousness.

“Nice collar,” offered the smaller goon.

“Can I go meet the others?” she asked with both politeness and determination.

“Yes miss,” said the larger goon. “This way, miss.”

They took her into a Victorian style lounge room replete with book shelves crammed with books, plush lounge chairs and a rip-roaring fire. All of it, except for the fire, seemed to be in varying shades of gray, including the books. The fire, needless to say, was very inviting. She almost walked past the three seated women to get to it. They were of varying age and were looking sternly at her. Also observing was a chubby, elderly woman with two chins, long black hair down to her waist, a flabby belly, and breasts barely contained by the white bra she wore. Her eyes were heavily lined with mascara and her lips were painted a deep purple. And yes, like Paula she was indeed exclusively in her underwear but for a dog collar with precious stones amid the studs.

“Ah, you have arrived, my dear,” said the flabby, elderly woman, throwing her arms around Paula and hugging her. “Are you well? Are you prepared?”

“Yes,” said Paula, taken aback by this show of affection by a semi-nude woman well in her fifties. “Pleased I’m sure.”

“Come stand by the fire with me,” said the flabby one after letting Paula go. “And I’ll introduce you.”

Sitting closest to the fire was a squat woman in her early forties with a round face, short black hair and a mouth one could fit a rugby ball into side-ways. She was in a finely cut black suit that made Paula even more aware of her lack of clothes.

“This is Mona,” advised the elderly semi-nude, pointing at the toad woman. “She’s Ted’s eldest sister. She’s been so looking forward to meeting you.”

Mona shook hands with Paula and winked knowingly at her.

“Did you know,” offered Mona conversationally, “that you have been talking to your mother-in-law, Philipa?”

“Its true,” said the elderly semi-nude. “I’m Philipa.”

Paula couldn’t help but look the woman standing beside her up and down.

“She’s a lot tougher than she looks,” ventured Mona. “I think you’ll be struggling to keep up.”

Next to Mona there was a scrawny duck of a woman in her mid-thirties with a real beak of a nose and scraggly blond locks. She was in a simple black riding outfit with crop in hand.

“This is Fran,” advised Philipa, pointing at the scrawny one. “She’s Ted’s youngest sister.”

“Pleased,” said Fran, bowing ever so slightly in Paula’s direction. “You’re early. It’s only five.”

“All the more time for us,” smiled Mona.

“Is it supposed to work that way?” asked Fran, looking to Philipa for guidance.

“Yes,” replied Philipa. “We’ll make it a new rule if you like. It begins quickly upon their arrival.”

“For you too?” ventured Mona.

“Why of course,” concluded Philipa.

“What about me?” put in a rather stately, well-boned blond woman in her mid-twenties. She had firm breasts under a black jumper, and ample thighs hidden beneath a long black skirt.

“And last but not least,” said Philipa, indicating the woman in her mid-twenties, “my cousin’s girl, Pamela from Canada. She asked specifically to be a part of this and I do so want her to enjoy her vacation here. Shall we get started?”

“No,” said Mona, eyeing Paula with a slight show of contempt. “Her eyes are wrong. They need work.”

“Yes,” agreed Fran. “I see what you mean. Take a seat, Paula. I’ll make you ready.”

And so Paula sat and Fran applied mascara to her face to mimic the thick style worn by Philipa.

“Now?” asked Philipa, looking to Mona for approval. “I know this is your first time in this position but I don’t expect you to waste time.”

“Now,” replied Mona. “No time wasted. Indeed you may soon regret that more time wasn’t spent on trivialities.”

Pamela came up from behind and, with a thin strip of rawhide, proceeded to bind Philipa’s hands behind her back.

“Shall I gag her?” asked Pamela of Mona.

“No,” said Mona. “Not yet. Paula, stand next to Philipa. ”

Paula complied and her hands, too, were tied behind her back.

Pamela then ran her hands over Philipa’s aged breasts and down into her extra large panties. The older woman didn’t struggle though it was obvious she was feeling indignant at the intrusion and invasion.

“My, what large and unsightly accessories you have, you old bitch,” said Pamela to Philipa. “My but we’re going to have some fun tonight, aren’t we?”

Fran as if caught up in the action imitated the actions of Pamela but on Paula instead of Philipa. “Mmmm! I so love fresh fish,” said Fran with a tinge of amusement in her voice.

“Don’t!” cried Paula who, despite spending a little time with that female sadist friend of Ted’s, was still not used to being touched so intimately by another female. In reply she was soundly slapped across the face. This prompted Pamela to just as energetically slap Philipa.

“Now do you get it?” asked Philipa of Paula. “What happens to me will happen to you and vice versa. And plenty will happen to both of us if you stay. Want to leave?”

Paula, her face burning on one side, her eyes blazing with resentful feeling toward Fran, looked from one woman to the next. What could she do? Quitting wasn’t in her nature though before long Philipa might do just that.

“No,” whispered Paula in a small voice. “I’m in for the duration.”

“That’s the spirit,” said Philipa. “It’s been a while since I had a good work out.”

Fran took a pair of scissors from the mantel and carefully snipped Paula’s bra in half so that both halves fell away evenly. It felt to Paula like some magic trick Fran had been practicing of late and had got just right.

“Oh what lovely stars you have near your corks,” said Fran, cupping the freshly exposed boobs and homing in on the left one. By stars everyone, including Paula, knew she meant freckles and, truth to tell, Ted did also find the natural pattern of them remarkably beautiful. Maybe that, too, ran in the family.

Not satisfied just to feel Paula up in that region, Fran selected the left knocker and put her thin lips to natural cork and sucked like there was no tomorrow. Apart from the sucking, there was also nudging and sniffing for Fran’s nose tended to get in the way and so, by virtue or otherwise of being longer than average, increase the sensations for Paula. The nudging alone was bringing heat to both Paula’s cheeks and a desire for Fran to continue with the nudging if not the rest.

Meanwhile Pamela had cut Philipa’s bra loose. It had taken a while because of its size and did not split quite as evenly. Still Mona was pleased at the way the ancient mariners sallied forth from their restraints and the way Pamela selected the left one for special review. They obviously sagged more than Paula’s pair and had smaller nipples but they still seemed to satisfy Paula’s apparent lust for them.

“What old glories you have waving about in our firelight, Gran,” said Pamela, coming up a moment for some air before plunging in again.

“I am glad they please you,” said Philipa.

After satisfying themselves on one nipple, Fran and Pamela moved on to the respective other. Paula noticed that with the right because of the angle there was more nudging from Fran’s nose but this was taken as a good thing rather than something to be detested. There was also more sniffling. For Philipa it appeared to be nothing new, nothing exceptional from what she no doubt had experienced at other times. Neither Fran nor Pamela was being particularly gentle and teeth on sensitive flesh were becoming an issue when Mona called a halt.

“Enough,” she said to both Fran and Pamela. “We must press on. We don’t want Paula getting bored or thinking there is only one string to our bow. Take them to the seats nearest the fire and have them spread their legs.”

This was done and the scissors that had sliced bra were now cutting their way through panties. Paula’s panties were destroyed first. Philipa’s because of their size took twice as long.

“Hard work,” said Pamela as she cut through Philipa’s last remaining shreds of underwear, “but worth it. Oh look! The black forest! I’m sure there’s an old frazzled cunt around here somewhere if I look hard enough. And those pussy lips! Rather large and hairy. I bet I could get a baseball bat in there.”

“It’s been done, child,” commented Philipa.

“Look at Paula’s,” said Fran to Mona. “Such cute little tuffs of red hair! Such white skin all around, too.”

“Don’t you dare try to put your legs together,” said Mona to Pamela. “You have been given a compliment. Thank Fran.”

“Thank you, Fran,” said Paula to Fran.

Before she knew it, Paula’s cunt lips came under the rasping, heavy sandpaper tongue of Mona. Paula involuntarily flinched, her legs, moving inward in disgust as much as horror at being part of the toad’s desires. And she was soundly slapped on the face by Fran for her disobedience of Mona.

“I’m not …a…lesbian,” confessed Paula.

“We don’t care,” said Fran, tweaking Paula’s nipples till she squealed. It would have been nicer if she’d poked them hard with her nose, thought Paula. Then she wondered if Fran knew how much of an effect her nose could have.

Mona’s sandpaper act seemed to go on forever then abruptly stopped. She stopped just as the non-lesbian was about to cum.

“There,” said Mona. “Your turn, Fran.”

Fran didn’t have a sandpaper tongue. What she did have was a nose that she moved in and out of Paula like a living non-male member. In and out, making Paula gasp in delight. Faster and faster until Niagara falls was accomplished. Mona quickly moved in, yanked Fran away and sampled the brew. Not to be left out, Pamela grabbed Fran by her ears and forced her tongue onto the pencil-nosed woman’s nasal region, licking cum off the bar as well as around the nostrils. Fran grunted her displeasure.

“She’s good,” said Mona.

“Yes,” agreed Pamela.

“Don’t ever do that again!” roared Fran at Pamela once she was released.

“Show Pamela some courtesy,” advised Mona. “She is, after all, our guest.”

“Very well, Mona,” said Fran grudgingly. “Philipa did make this your show after all.”

Paula was given some much needed breathing space as all eyes turned to Philipa. She, too, was tongued, slapped and nose reamed. The only difference was she didn’t cum at all.

“Too mild and laid back for her,” advised Fran.

“I’m afraid so,” agreed Mona. “Let’s not make it all sunshine and roses then.”

“Or you’ll never be put in the top spot again,” added Fran.

“Shall I show Paula my hand?” ventured Pamela.

“Yes, please do so,” agreed Mona.

Paula’s left hand was very long with sharp, red painted fingernails. There were also three heavy solid silver rings with large dark rubies.

“Like my rings?” asked Pamela of Paula.

“Yes,” said Paula. There was suspicion in her voice but there was little else she could have said and kept in good terms with the others.

“Experience them first hand,” said Pamela, working her fingers into Paula’s snatch. Paula struggled fiercely at first but was held in place by Mona. Tears welled in her eyes and fell across her cheeks, blackening them with streamers of darkness from the mascara. Fran got a camera from somewhere and took a few photos.

“Ted will want to see these,” said Fran. “Oh, I’m so glad we put that stuff on her eyes. She’s crying and it looks so pretty. We’ll also put it on the computer, dear, and send it to female members  who weren’t able to attend.”

Paula grunted and her face went red at the prospect of family she hadn’t even met seeing her this way. Slowly, agonizingly, after a lot of ins and outs, the hand went in complete. Tears continued to flow even as an orgasm overtook her, making it easier for the hand to move freely. The pressure was great but so was the shame.

“Be sure to get a shot of me for my mother,” said Pamela. “Tell her I’m having a ball turning my hand into one.” 

To add to Paula’s distress, the hand moved about inside her for ages before it was finally pulled out. What’s more, when it did come out, Fran and Mona sampled the liquid on the digits, commenting that it was very good indeed.

Philipa also experienced a hand up her cunt. It was Mona’s and had to be given a few drops of KY gel in order to make the journey. Though it didn’t have any rings, it was big enough to make the ancient gasp and struggle a little against it. No tears, though, and no orgasm. Fran took a few photos anyway.

“There,” said Mona, taking her hand out. “Its time to get serious. As you can see, Philipa is getting bored. Take them to the woods.”

“The woods?” asked Paula as she was brought to her feet.

“Yes,” smiled Philipa. “This will really test you.”

Paula and Philipa were taken out of the house and down a long path to two particularly large monolithic growths. Fran walked behind the bound women, hurrying them along with her crop. Pamela and Mona march ahead to make sure everything was in place.

At the larger of the two trees, Paula was cut free from her arm binding and tied, via strong rope, to its trunk. In the tying both her arms and legs were stretched apart. On a nearby tree the same thing was happening to Philipa.

“Still want to be in my family?” asked Philipa.

“Yes,” said Paula, wondering what more could happen to her. She was aching in places where she didn’t think she could ache. Part of her, the masochistic part, was having a marvelous time.

“Before my husband married me,” said Philipa, “I went through what you are going through only with my mother-in-law.”

“Your mother-in-law?”

“Yes. She was a tough old beast. Her breasts were made out of buffalo hide and her fanny was stronger and more resilient  than year old beef jerky. I learned a lot from her.”

“I can learn a lot from you.”

“Only if you have it in you. There’s no point trying to fool anyone. You can leave now if you want. Once they gag you, though, you’re here for the duration. And the duration is here, with me, for the rest of the night. And to make matters juicier for me and more awful for you, we will be joined by various family relations,. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

“Have you talked her out of it?” asked Mona of Philipa.

“No,” said Philipa, shaking her head.

“I’m glad,” said Mona.

“Me, too,” put in Fran.

“Good,” said Philipa. “Have a lovely time, Paula. I’m sure I will.”

Mona put a gag shaped like a bone into Paula’s mouth and tied it off tight. Pamela put a larger bone gag into Philipa’s gob and also made sure the fitting was tight.

“You know,” said Fran, “It has occurred to me that Philipa hasn’t shed a single tear or cum once.”

“She will,” said Mona. “If I have anything to say about it. She will.”

Fran slapped Paula hard on the face twice and  said: “So you don’t forget me.”

Pamela slapped Philipa on the face twice and said: “It’s been great.”

The mobile women then made their way back to the house leaving Paula and Philipa naked in the cold, tied to trees, the wind howling in their ears, their vaginas feeling like they’d been in a war.

“Oh, what have I gotten myself into?” Paula struggled to get out, past the blockage in her mouth.

Philipa looked as if she wanted to pat the younger woman on the shoulder.

A half hour passed and a woman in her late teens approached Paula. She had black hair down to her waist and had on an ebony dress that came down to her ankles.

“I’m Carla,” said the girl. “Let me dry tour tears with my hair. M y, but your face is red and puffy. I bet you that naughty Mona’s being mean to you.”

The hair against Paula’s skin was as soft as silk and strangely welcome. Carla wasn’t tall enough to do the face as she had promised but she did the breasts of both women and that was more than enough. Carla, however, didn’t tarry long and was replaced by a broad-shouldered blond Amazon in a great gray coat.

By way of introduction, the Amazon smacked Paula’s breasts hard with the palm of her hands. She smacked them so hard they bounced. She kept this up for quite a while getting quite a few hearty sobs and a stream of saliva. “Nice to have met you,” said the Amazon, leaving Paula for Philipa.

The heavier woman’s breasts, under the Amazon’s dubious care, bounced more and there were actual sobs as well as saliva but no tears.

“Next time,” said the giant to Philipa, “I expect to be invited to the house.”

As a parting gift, this blond used her hand to gently collect the saliva from Paula and brush it against Philipa’s lips. She then did the same only in reverse.

Great tears were now forming in Philipa’s eyes and Paula watched with amazement as the old matriarch allowed them to run down her face. For some reason this sight struck Paula as being beautiful. Too bad Fran was not around with her camera.

“So now you weep for me,” cooed her tormentor. “All is well.”

An hour went by. The wind died down and started up. On the breeze came a tune. It was a happy piece of something sung by three girls in jumpers and jeans.

“I’m Lori,” said the eldest of the three as she attached an alligator clip with a weight to Paula’s right nipple. Paula hissed making the girl jump back.

“I’m Susie,” said the one who fastened the second alligator clip with a weight to Paula’s right nipple and who then tugged Paula’s cunt hair sharply when she was hissed at. “See?” said Susie to Lori, “She can’t do a thing to us.”

“I’m Gemma,” said the third, who wiped the snot from Paula’s nose with a hanky before snapping an alligator clip with a weight to one of Paula’s vaginal flaps.

All three girls kissed Paula on the nipples before doing it all to Philipa.

Now, her skin prickling in places with the cold, her nipples and one vaginal lip throbbing with their special throb, Paula felt she was really doing it tough for Ted. Her only consolation was the sight of Philipa doing it just as tough and apparently able to take a lot more. The old boiler was really something.                    

Some time passed. How much time she couldn’t say. Mona and Fran returned with ladders and what appeared to be large rubber bladders with tubing. Mona put her ladder against Paula’s tree and secured two bladders high above the woman’s head. She then ran the tubing down from the bladders, through a network of valves and into Paula’s anus. Paula grunted loudly at this unseemly intrusion and, as a result, was hit savagely on both tits by truly heavy hands.

Meanwhile Philipa was getting the same treatment from Fran who seemed to delight in striking the older woman’s mams.

“Ready?” asked Mona of Paula. Knowing what was coming Paula shook her head. Mona released a valve anyway and two streams from two overhead bladders began to ill up Paula in a most peculiar way. At first it was pleasant. The feed from one was warm water and thus proof against the wind. Then she experienced the other which was cold. The two collided within her and the resulting cramp was awful. She tried to bend herself to take it better but because of the way she was bound she could only bend so far.

“Please!” screamed Paula through the gag, tears flooding down her face. “Please, no!”

“Please what?” asked Mona as her victim was wracked by another convulsion. “You don’t want out, do you?”

Paula shook her head causing tears and saliva to go everywhere.

“Then suffer like a good little girl.”

“I can’t!”

“Yes you can,” put in Philipa who, by this time, was also being assaulted by the waters.

“Another country heard from,” said Mona, going over to Philipa. She grabbed some leathery skin from between Philipa’s legs and found it was moist. “So this really does something for you, doesn’t it?”

Philipa nodded.

Paula’s eyes began to blur as the internal assaults increased inn length and frequency. She focused as best she could on her mother-in-law whose eyes were also blurring but whose cunt was dripping with pleasure. She then felt something hard and compellingly brutal against her stomach and breasts. It came with a sharp sound. She looked to Philipa to see what was happening and discovered that Philipa was being canned quite hard in those places. Since that was happening to Philipa, she reasoned it was also happening to her. Ten strokes on each breast and on the stomach, at least five hitting one of the alligator clips and making her dance as best she could. The dancing made the pain from the enema almost unendurable but somehow, like Philipa, she endured. She found she was screaming herself hoarse and so, for that matter, was Philipa. The kiss Mona gave Paula on the mouth (each stretched lip at a time) and the kiss Fran gave Philipa didn’t make much difference to the twin rising levels of ultra-red seething agony but somehow  both tortured well set upon women were able to scream less.

Mona untied Paula’s legs so that they could come together and relieve some of the mounting pressure. She did this not out of pity but concern. Fran did the same for Philipa.

“Don’t let them faint,” said Mona, grabbing Paula’s alligator clipped cunt flap and giving it a twist and a pull. Paula grunted loudly, drool dripping onto her breasts.

“It’s like milking a cow,” commented Fran, twisting and pulling Philipa and getting a small stream of cum to run down the aggrieved woman’s legs. “You’re love this, don't you?”

Philipa nodded and shook as a new wave of brilliant hurt took hold.

Paula howled as more cramps came her way and the burning lines from the canning were suddenly replaced by a large phallic gag taking over from the bone gag. It was unbelievable how much it stretched her mouth. Philipa also got a new gag.

It took a while for the enema water to completely empty into Paula and Philipa. While Mona and Fran waited for this to happen, they continued to play with their subjects in various ways.

Fran began to nudge at Paula’s clit with her beak. Mona poked Philipa’s swelling stomach with her  fingers and merrily shifted the alligator clips for maximum effect. Both Paula and Philipa suffered and suffered greatly but they also came and came and came. Finally, with the enema waters all in them, they were corked and left to spasm some more.

Carla, the girl with the long, lovely hair, returned. As before, she began to sooth Paula and Philipa as best she could via the softness of her locks. First she teased the distended stomachs, then the hurting nipples and vaginal flaps.

“There, there,” she soothed. “It will soon be over. Naughty Aunt Mona can’t have you much longer.”

“Shall I pull the plug?” asked Fran of Mona.

“Not yet,” said Mona. “Ask her the question first.”

“Very well,” replied Fran. “Now listen Philipa. Do you accept this girl, Paula, into the family? Do you, will you, take her in?”

Philipa looked to Paula and nodded.

“Good enough?” asked Fran.

“Good enough,” said Mona.

The plugs were then pulled and the long process of emptying out begun. It was difficult at first tied the way they were but their tormentors helped out with lots of squeezing and pinching.

Despite everything or perhaps because of it Paula became fascinated with what was not only happening to herself but Philipa as well. Shit ran down legs and was seen to by girls bringing buckets of fresh warm water from the house plus towels. Somewhere, some time in all this Paula noticed Fran’s camera in operation and wanted to shrink from it. Then the wondered how much of Philipa had been captured and whether she could have copies to frig herself over later. Of course others wanting copies of her distress and shit to frig over only occurred to her much later.

“It’s over?” asked Paula through her gag once the emptying and the toweling were concluded.

“No,” said Philipa, also through a gag. “I promised to take you in and that’s what we have to do.”

Fran and Mona returned to the house to be replaced by the Amazon and Pamela. The Amazon brought along two bottles of larger and a quart of water in a plastic drum. Pamela had ultra thin tubing with her plus a sophisticated pump connected to an equally impressive calve system.

“Drink,” the Amazon told Paula as she removed the gag so the poor girl could comply. First the bottle of larger and then half a quart of water. Philipa got the same. For stomachs already sore, this was not a nice experience and they both moaned all the way through it. “Lovely,” said the Amazon. “They do sound good together,” agreed Pamela. The gag were then put back into place.

The butt plugs were then put back and the thin tubing made itself known. Paula was shocked at this newest invasion and almost wanted to piss straight away as the tube entered her piss hole. The other end of the tube she noticed was going into the small hole she hadn’t noticed before in Philipa’s gag. It was going right through the gag into  Philipa’s mouth! Suddenly she was aware of a similar tube going into her gag and mouth and the other end  entering Philipa’s piss hole. The reason for the pump and the valves became all too obvious.

“No!” bellowed Paula. “Don’t do this to me! Not to me!”

“We’re also doing it to Philipa,” reasoned Pamela.

“And you do want to be one of the family,” said the Amazon..

“Just do it, please,” said Philipa. “Just take it, Paula.”

Already piss was running from Philipa down the tube in her, only halted for the moment by a valve. Fran had already turned the pump on so that the stream could be directed upward into Paula’s mouth. Paula was also aware of a stream from her ready to enter Philipa.

“Ready?” asked Mona of Philipa.

Philipa nodded and a warmth entered her mouth and almost made her choke. At the same time a similar warmth entered Paula making her retch with the stench as much as the acidic taste. She looked pleadingly at Philipa who seemed to be enjoying the event. Fran snapped some more photos and the Amazon made a few lewd comments before departing.

The Amazon and Pamela made a fire nearby and the flames gave some comfort to both Paula and Philipa. Still the torment they were enduring needed no tormentors around. It was circular. In drinking piss they would in turn produce more piss to be drunk. Paula sighed deeply and continued to drink and piss. It was horrible and at the same time marvelous. What a way to get to know your mother-in-law!

The Amazon and Pamela stationed themselves at the fire so they could keep an eye on the tortured to make sure they didn’t collapse  or otherwise get into trouble. Every once in a while the Amazon would go over and tug at Paula’s alligator clips or simply twist a nipple between her fingers until Paula shrieked. Philipa got the same from Pamela. All in all, Paula and Philipa found morning and their release a long way away.

Some time before dawn Carla came down once final time to sooth Paula and Philipa. And Mona and Fran returned for one last poke and prod,

Once released, Paula and Philipa cried into each others arms and were escorted back to the house for a hot shower. On the way back Paula remarked: “You know, you really are beautiful when you’re in real pain.”

“Why thank you,” said Philipa, cupping and kissing one of Paula’s much bruised tits. “Shall we do this again next year?”

“Only if I get to see you go through it with me.”

“Done… By the way, we’re having a get together next week for Mona’s birthday. Want to join us. Personally I’m looking forward to pushing the candle laden surgical pins into her flattish though rather large breasts and her rather too well rounded bottom. We can have her squealing like a pig in no time. Oh, and it won’t be revenge because she really wants you to do this to her and much, much more.”

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