Chapt. 11
Angelique, watching this visual display of the girl's agony was both fascinated
and delighted. Fascinated by the effects of the liniment and the unleashed,
uncontrolled power of the girl's pain-ravaged body. Delighted by the result of
her idea - Martine was suffering, and making her partner in bondage suffer in
the process. Two birds with one dollop of ointment, she thought to herself,
almost light-headed with the feeling, the sense of power that it gave her. At
the same time, the writhing naked female body, snuggled up against the man's
back, was one of the sexiest things she had ever seen in her life, the gleaming
skin, the play of the muscles, the violent thrusting of the hips, all having the
most electrifying effect on her. She started to feel the beginning of that old,
familiar sensation in her loins. She was torn between watching the continuing
display, and satisfying herself. Finally she found that the material of her hot
pants would give enough to allow her to slide her hand down inside them to reach
her already-throbbing sex. Soon, she was emulating the frantic Martine, her hips
bucking back-and-forth against her questing, teasing fingers, until the
floodgates open and she was carried away on a shuddering tide of sexual emotion
that left her gasping and drained of energy.
There was no such relief for Martine. Someone had shoved a lighted blowtorch up
her ass and the supply of gas to the flame was far from running out! She was on
fire, and in her vain attempts to escape it she thrust her bucking hips time
after time into Mike's ass, as though she were a man, trying to rape him.
After nearly twenty minutes of this torture the fiery pain started slowly, very
slowly, to abate, until all that was left was an incredible itching sensation in
her anus. She would have given anything to have a hand free to scratch it! She
felt the sweat trickling down her sides from her armpits. Her breathing, which
had been like that of a runner at the end of a fast 400m race, started to get
back to normal. Her toes uncurled and she loosened her grip on Mike's wrists.
For the moment it was over, though she was still worried about the possibility
of permanent damage to her anus. Suddenly her legs went boneless, she would have
collapsed if it had not been for the bonds holding her up, and she burst into a
storm of uncontrollable weeping.
During all this, Mike had been concentrating on moving as little as possible,
despite the frenzied hips trying to force his body to arc forwards. His balls
had suffered in the onslaught, but only moderately. He was much more concerned
about the next act, in which he was slated to play the starring role. Although
he had his back to her and couldn't see what was going on, it was obvious that
Martine had suffered intensely, and he had no illusions about his own fate.
Angelique was enjoying their pain, that was clear, and it was his turn next. He
cringed once again, both physically and mentally.
Angelique, meantime, was slowly coming down from her sexual high, which had
lasted for several minutes. She too was somewhat weak-kneed - after all, this
was the third orgasm she had had in a relatively short space of time, and all
three of them had been heavy ones. The pain of her victims seemed to make them
much more intense than usual. She decided that it would be OK to leave them for
a while, because she really did need to clean herself up.
When she came back, she saw that Martine's head was slumped forward against her
partner's back. Her ordeal had evidently exhausted her, a fact which gave
Angelique yet another idea. Several ideas, in fact.
"It must be Mr Granger's turn now," she announced brightly, "but I should hate
to think of Martine standing there idly and getting bored while I deal with his
balls, so I am going to give her something to do for me." Martine's heart sank
when she heard this, and she shook her head violently. Angelique smiled to
herself, it wouldn't take a lot more of this kind of treatment and the slut
would be ready to make love to her rather than suffer any more of the
indignities and pain Angelique was inflicting on her! She went over to the table
again and picked up a big, thick black vibrator that Mike had been planning to
use that weekend. She held it up, so that they could both see it.
"Martine is going to look after this for me," she said, and, bending down, she
started to caress the inside of the girl's thighs, high up near her sex. Once
again Martine's body betrayed her as, very quickly, and despite her continuing
preoccupation with her anus, her vagina became wet again.
"Ready?" asked Angelique, and she placed the tip of the big vibrator against the
opening. Martine felt it touch her and stiffened. She tried to close her legs,
but of course she couldn't Angelique slowly pushed the vibrator up inside her.
It was a very thick one, and whilst it did not hurt her, Martine felt very full.
Finally, it would not go any further.
Martine was horrified, this invasion of the most private, the most intimate,
most secret part of her body was awful. She was young, and whilst she was not
exactly innocent, things like dildoes and vibrators were outside her range of
experience. She knew they existed, of course, in fact a friend of hers had one,
and used it on herself, but this first contact with one she found disgusting.
Angelique, meanwhile, let go of the vibrator. Well-lubricated by the juices
which had flowed freely in that tube as a result of her caresses and the
sensation caused by the instrument, the vibrator, which was a relatively heavy
one, started to slide out. She caught it before it dropped to the floor, then
she slapped the girl hard across the ass.
"You stupid little cow!" she hissed. "I said you were going to look after this
for me, and that is exactly what you are going to do. I am going to put it back
in there and you are going to hold it there while I have fun with your big,
brave English teacher's balls. Now listen to me very carefully. If you let it
drop, I'll put it back in again, after anointing it with a good coating of Deep
Heat, and this time I'll strap it in so that it can't come out!
In her befuddled state, the student did not at first take in the significance of
her teacher's words. Then realisation burst in on her slow-moving mind! She was
dripping-wet inside, her juices flowing copiously as a result of Angelique's
administrations. The vibrator was a big, heavy model and the outside of it was
made of a very smooth plastic. How on earth was she going to keep it up inside
her when all it wanted to do, under the pull of gravity, was to drop out? The
alternative did not bear even thinking about! Already she had experienced the
heat and pain generated by the liniment on her breasts and he ass. To have the
whole of the inside of her vagina subjected to the chemical fire of that deadly
cream would be to feel pain, agony, beyond belief. She shrieked desperately
around and through the whiffle-ball gag. "No! No! No! Please, don't do that to
me! Pleeeese!
But it was no good, even as she pleaded she could feel the treacherous
instrument being thrust back up into her, invading her.
"Now, be careful, I am going to let go of it," said Angelique. Martine clenched
every muscle in her vagina frantically around the slippery, well-lubricated
intruder. Her face flushed with the effort. And, wonder of wonders, the vibrator
stayed where it was.
Angelique was well-pleased with her strategy, it was obvious that the girl was
going to have to made a considerable effort to keep the vibrator inside her.
This would tire her, reducing her resistance. It would be a miracle if she
managed to keep it there And if she did let it drop, she would suffer! She
reached out and pressed the switch still visible on the end of the vibrator
which poked out between the girl's pussy-lips. It was a powerful model, the
batteries new, and in seconds Martine's entire pelvic region began to resonate.
She gasped, the feeling was fantastic, and then, just as Angelique had
predicted, caught up in the ecstasy of the sensation, her grip on it slackened
slightly and it moved downwards. Almost instantaneously she re-tightened her
grip, the effect of which was to amplify the vibrations going through her, which
in turn...Martine screamed in terror, seeing at last how diabolical Angelique
had been. To stop the vibrator falling, she needed to grip it tightly, but this
would only increase the sensation, which in turn would cause her to relax her
grip! She started sweating again!
Angelique, meanwhile, had gone back to stand in front of Mike. She put her hand
on his chest.
"Well, Mr Granger, are you ready for your little ordeal," she asked him sweetly.
He trembled.
"Oh, come now, surely a big he-man like you isn't afraid of a tiny bit of pain?
Of course, there's no knowing what the consequences will be, maybe your balls
will swell up and you'll get gangrene, in which case they'll have to cut them
off!"
He roared at her through the gag, pulling frantically at the cords that kept him
stretched out and helpless. God, if only he could get free, he's kill her! She
laughed in his face, guessing what he was thinking.
"I trust you realise that this is all your own fault, if you hadn't been so
horrible to Martine all this would never have happened. In actual fact I've a
lot to thank you for, because I'm really enjoying myself. I don't know when I've
had such an interesting weekend!" It was true. The experience with Monique's
client in St Cloud had first shown her that she had a penchant for sadism in her
make-up, and now it was being solidly confirmed. It was fun having a big, strong
man flinch at her words, and it would be even better to see him jerking and hear
him howling in pain in a few minutes when she started on him. The feeling of
absolute power was tremendous, it sent shivers right through her to think about
it. But enough of that, it was time to start.
She twisted the chair round so that the back of it was towards him and sat on
it, straddling the seat with her legs, leaning over the back. She placed her
right elbow on her knee and started to move the tube in her hand towards her
targets. Too close. Getting up, she moved the chair back a bit, sat down and
measured again. Still a tiny bit too close. The third time was just right, the
last two inches of the tube would fall squarely across his left testicle if she
pivoted her elbow on her knee. Slowly, she brought her hand down until the tube
came to rest on the testicle. Her victim jerked, every muscle in his body going
rigid. Oh, this was great fun, she thought to herself, Monique was so right, you
don't even need to hurt them to make them feel the pain. She was preparing to
hit him for the first time, when she suddenly realised something - his cock, now
somewhat limp, was going to get in the way.
Leaning backwards, she grabbed a piece of thin cord and a big elastic band from
the table and made a slip-knot in one end of the cord. Next she took hold of his
cock and pulled back the foreskin. The slip-knot went over the helmet and was
pulled fairly tight in the groove just below it. She slipped the elastic band
through one of the D-rings in his collar and then pulled it well down, finally
tying the end of the cord to it. When she let go, the pull of the elastic band
lifted his cock upwards, pulling it out of the way. The sensation on the cord
around it almost immediately gave him an erection, which served to reduce the
tension in the band considerably. She adjusted the cord so that the band was
once more stretched out quite tightly. That way, whatever happened, his cock
would always be pulled up quite tightly.
Looking at him she saw that the tension had opened the little orifice in the end
of his cock. Interesting, what could she do with that? Association of ideas made
her think back to the orifice in Martine's ass, and the way she had dealt with
that. She got up and went to the table. Came back and sat down again, holding in
her hands the tube of Deep Heat and a Q-tip. She opened the tube and then rubbed
a quantity of the cream into the cotton-wool tip. This was really going to be
something!
"I have decided that, whilst your balls do deserve beating, before carrying out
that task, we should pay some attention to your cock," she announced. Mike,
whose cock was already stretched out quite painfully, flinched. What devilry was
the bitch up to now!
Carefully, Angelique pushed the Q-tip into the little orifice. With the cream
lubricating its passage, it slipped in quite easily for its whole length.
Angelique pulled it back up and nearly out, and then pushed it back in again,
and over and over, so that it looked almost as though the Q-tip was fucking
Mike's cock. He could feel that something had been pushed inside his cock, but
since he could only see straight ahead, he had no idea what it was. There was no
pain, it was not unpleasant, and he wondered what she was doing.
After a minute or so of this activity Angelique pulled the Q-tip right out and
threw it in the bin. By now the whole of Mike's urethra had been copiously
anointed with Deep Heat. The urethra is possibly one of the most sensitive parts
of a man's body and the liniment was about to do its work. Mike felt the
beginning of warmth in his cock, and cursed. The cow! She had used Deep Heat on
it! Christ, now he was in for it!
He was indeed, as the cream did its work, attacking the sensitive tissue
ferociously, until Mike felt as though someone was reaming his cock with red-hot
wire. He started by yelling, but this soon turned to screams as the fire grew.
This was probably the most painful thing that had ever been done to him,
including Angelique's squeezing of his balls earlier that morning. He had heard
jokes about pissing over broken glass, and this was probably what it was like,
only worse. He couldn't stop himself jerking backwards and forwards, which only
exacerbated the tension in his balls, but, to be honest, he hardly felt this,
the slight increase in pain being masked by the far greater one in his cock. He
pushed forwards and up with his hips, trying to squeeze shut the urethra with
muscles that didn't exist, in his vain efforts to at least reduce the pain.
Martine, whose belly was in intimate contact with the cheeks of Mike's ass, felt
the clenching of his muscles, and was then shaken to the core as he started to
buck and yell. It was obvious that Angelique had done something pretty nasty to
him, and that it hurt, but that was his problem, she had one of her own. When
Mike had bucked the first time, it had taken her unawares and she had
momentarily slackened her grip on the vibrator, with the inevitable consequence,
it had slipped again. She was worried because, whilst she had stopped any
further movement, she was not sure quite how much of it was still inside her. In
addition, the effort of squeezing her muscles round it was beginning to make her
belly ache.
Angelique could see the end of the vibrator, in the gap between Mike's thighs,
and it was apparent to her that Martine was having a problem. About one-third of
the instrument now hung down from between the lips of the girl's pussy, its
black plastic gleaming wetly with her juices. She could imagine Martine
straining every muscle to hold on to the thick black rod which was stuck into
her, and for a moment she wished she had one like that up her own cunt, the way
that Mike was bucking and screaming was turning her on again!
Mike had his own problems. He was sure that the inside of his cock was being
burnt right out and that he would never be able to use it again for sexual
purposes. The burning sensation was incredibly painful, to the point where he
began to feel as though he would be better off without it. However, as usual
with the liniment, the feeling started to wear off after about 15 minutes, and
within half-an-hour he was back to normal. That is to say, as normal as he could
be, with his balls stretched towards the floor and his cock trying to climb up
towards his chin! Normal, but the memory of the pain remained with him.
Angelique was by now quite hungry, so without a word she wandered out of the
room and downstairs to the kitchen. There, after rummaging around in cupboards
and in the refrigerator, she found things to make a light meal. It occurred to
her that she was going to have to do something about her two victims, especially
where liquids were concerned, otherwise they risked becoming dehydrated.
Back upstairs, she undid the cord at the ring on Mike's gag harness, the one
which held his head upright. Another cord was tied round his balls, alongside
the tube, and led through the crack of his ass up to the ring. She threaded it
through the ring and started pulling. Mike had a choice, have her pull his balls
back between the cheeks of his ass, tightening the tube, or bend his head
backwards. He chose the latter option. This was just what his dominator wanted.
She picked up the feeding tube he had used on Martine, greased it, pulled the
handkerchief out of his tube-gag, and started feeding the tube down his throat.
He liked it about as much as his own victim had, but, like it or not, that tube
went slowly down to the pit of his stomach. Once there, she placed the funnel
into the top end of the tube, and poured a litre of cold water down it.
Removing the tube and re-attaching his head harness to the beam, Angelique
repeated the operation on Martine, but, in the absence of testicles, she held
the girl's head back by the simple expedient of grabbing a handful of hair and
pulling.
Straddling once more the chair, she decided that this time she really should get
on with beating those two shiny testicles. Taking careful aim, she hit the left
one fairly sharply with the tube whip. The effect was gratifying. Mike jerked,
trying to fold up in the middle, to protect his balls. His ass went back, thrust
into Martine's belly. She wasn't expecting it and the vibrator slid another few
millimetres on its downward journey. Angelique waited until they had both
quietened down, then hit the right one. Same result. The blows were not hard
enough to be too painful, but there was method in her strategy. She hit the left
one again, then the right one, still using about the same amount of force. A
pause of about 15 seconds, and then she repeated the operation. And again, and
again, about a dozen times.
Mike, though hurting considerably, found that the pain was bearable. He cottoned
on quickly to the rhythm she was imposing and started counting himself. At about
12 he got tensed up, waiting for the next pair of blows, and this helped a bit.
Angelique knew what he was doing - Monique had told him that the victim nearly
always reacted in this way - and she was ready for it. Two more double blows in
the sequence, and then, after the last one, she waited. He counted to 12, tensed
up, and...nothing! He kept counting, 30, 40, 50 - at 60 he gave up, not
understanding what was happening. Several times he tensed himself, only to relax
after ten or twelve seconds. Finally relieved, thankful, he decided that his
ordeal was over.
That was when she hit him, hard! The impact on the left testicle was interesting
in itself. The testicle flattened under the blow, and was driven downwards, the
other one coming up as the sack pivoted. Then it came back up, a red mark across
its upper surface. Apart from that, it looked the same.
She had forgotten to put the handkerchief back into the tube gag after feeding
him, so when he screamed both women knew that he was really in pain. In fact, it
was so bad that it took all his breath away, the scream coming many seconds
after the blow and the rush of pain, when he managed to get some air into his
lungs. The pain was like an explosion, invading both the testicle and his belly.
Although he had seen the video, he still hadn't realised just how bad the pain
could be. It was VERY bad! In fact, it was terrible, and he temporarily went out
of his mind as he realised that this was only the first of many such blows. He
tore madly at his bonds, gibbering in terror, he would do anything, ANYTHING, to
avoid more of this!
Martine was having troubles of her own, the vibrator had slipped down even
further, and she was sweating with the terror in her mind of what Angelique was
going to do to her if she lost it, a supposition which was fast becoming a
foregone conclusion. If Mike kept bucking like that, it wouldn't be long before
her tube was empty once more.
Aaaaaaaeeeeeeh! The right testicle exploded into agony, flushing up, hitting his
brain like a red cloud. He tried with all his might to double up, to try to
protect his poor, suffering Aaaaaeeeeeeeh!
No! No! No! Please! Please! Please! Don't hit me again! Please! Please!
Aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh!!!
Angelique, hearing his screams, decided that she would have to be careful. It
was all very well punishing him, but she didn't want to do him any permanent
injury. Not that she cared about him, it was just that if he had to go to
hospital there would be an inquiry and that could cause trouble. She hit him
again on each testicle, not quite so hard, but to him the pain was as great, if
not worse. Monique had told her that each blow sensitised the organ, until in
the end even little taps would be extremely painful. She continued, spacing the
blows well out, taking her time, hitting him a bit less hard each time. That way
he would suffer as much, while she reduced the chances of injuring him.
He screamed and bucked and jerked his way through 15 minutes of pure agony, the
lancing pain seeming to run from the flaming testicles all over his body, and
especially into his head. He was screaming and crying and dribbling all at the
same time, behaving more like an animal than a man. Surely this couldn't go on!
And it didn't. After a few moments, in his half-crazed state of mind, he
realised that she hadn't hit him for some time. Then her head came into his
field of view, she had stood up, it was over. Tears rolled down his cheeks.
"Dear, dear, our brave Mr Granger, crying like a little boy, how touching," said
Angelique, sarcastically. He hated her, as much for seeing him like this as for
the pain she had caused him, the humiliation was intense. She knew this, and
added to it.
"There, there, little darling, did it hurt then," she said in a baby voice, as
though talking to a young child. "Shall Mummy rub it to make it better, then?"
And so saying, she bent down and undid the tube around his balls. The rush of
blood back into his scrotum and testicles after all that time was painful in
itself and he yelled again.
Then Angelique saw the vibrator, lying on the floor. Martine had lost her battle
against gravity, it had slipped out while Mike was shaking her all over the
place. She straightened up and walked round behind the tied bodies. Put her
hands on Martine's sides, slid them in, between the two sweaty bodies, to hold
the girl's breasts in her hands. She pushed herself hard against that lovely
ass, feeling it's muscles ripple and clench against her. Found the girl's
nipples, played with them, felt them become erect, took them between finger and
thumb and started to squeeze. Martine moaned. Squeeze harder. Moan louder.
Harder yet. Louder. Even harder. Scream!
She stopped squeezing. "You poor little darling", she said. "Now you really are
in trouble, aren't you. Just think, instead of making love to me on a nice soft
bed, you are going to stand there, strung up like an animal for the slaughter,
while I prepare that vibrator, cover it with liniment, stick it up your cunt,
push it in and out, wiggle it around, give your cunt a really good coating. Then
take it out, and watch you go nearly mad with pain. Listen to you scream and
scream and scream. You will, because the pain will be so bad. And all that
because you refused to make love to me. You silly little goose!" She squeezed
the big breasts gently, rhythmically, savouring the feeling in her hands, her
own breasts squashed against the girl's back. She shuddered, squeezing her
thighs together, she knew she was close to having an orgasm, but she struggled
for control of herself, fighting the feeling down, saving it for later.
Letting go of the girl's breasts, Angelique looked for the first time at her
watch. It was 7pm already, and suddenly she felt very tired, it had been a long
24 hours, but she still had things to do before she could get some sleep. The
first was to take her victims downstairs to the toilet, the second was to feed
them and lastly she had to secure them for the night.
Undoing the cord that had held Mike's right wrist tightly up in the air for the
past hours, she drew it down and up behind his back, fixing it to the D-ring at
the back of his collar. Then she did the same with his left arm. There was
absolutely no danger in this operation, he had been in that one position for
such a long time that he had lost practically all use of the muscles in his arms
and was as weak as a kitten. He remained upright, held by the gag-harness. Next
came a slip-knot in a thin cord over his balls, the end doubled back to go
through the loop so that by pulling on it she could separate them more and more.
The end of this cord went up through the D-ring at the front of his collar.
Undoing the cord that held him upright, she gradually and progressively
slackened it off, whilst at the same time tightening the one between his balls
and the collar. In this way she ended up with him sanding there, legs wide
apart, almost double over. Undoing his ankles, she tied another cord round his
balls and, using it as a leash, tugged until that he was obliged to follow her.
"Now listen carefully. If you try to stand up you will hurt yourself, badly. We
are going downstairs. If you fall, you will almost surely castrate yourself, so
be careful how you go on the stairs." So saying she led him slowly down the
first flight of stairs to the landing, and along it to the toilet.. Once there,
she opened the door and pushed him inside.
" OK, you've got exactly 2 minutes, at the end of that time I start pulling, and
you don't get another chance for the next 24 hours. Any attempt to free yourself
and you know what is going to happen! " So saying, she untied his left hand. It
was a risk, but she didn't think that there was any real danger of his trying
anything. She moved back into the corridor, still holding the cord, which she
tugged, just to reinforce her words.
Mike decided that he had better take advantage of the opportunity offered, and
used the toilet. The urine passing through the urethra started the fire in his
cock again and he groaned behind the gag, but once started he couldn't stop,
despite the pain. When she said " Time's up ", he came out meekly and allowed
her to tie his hand behind his back to the collar again. With her firm grip on
that cord he didn't have many options, and he was intelligent enough to realise
this fact. But, he thought, sooner of later she is going to make a mistake!
Angelique took him back upstairs and into the torture chamber, where she led him
over to the chair. Still holding the cord firmly, she turned him so that his
back was towards it and then pushed him firmly down into it. Once he was sitting
there she slackened off the cord to allow him to sit upright and then, moving
round behind the chair, attached his collar with cords to the back of it. Next,
she undid the cord between the collar and his balls from the collar, led it down
to the rung of the chair and brought it out behind. Finally his knees and ankles
were spread and strapped to the chair.
"Now listen carefully, I am going to untie your right hand. I shall pull it
round behind the back of the chair. Any attempt to be clever and...", she gave
the cord a couple of painful tugs. "OK?" Mike nodded reluctantly.
She untied his hand from the collar and he obediently, and with some wincing
from the pain of muscles too long cramped into one position, put it round behind
the back of the chair, where she tied it securely to the opposite upright. She
then did the same with his left hand, and followed this with a thick strap
buckled round his chest and the chair. Bending down she stretched his balls
tightly downwards, undid the cord and replaced it with a parachute stretcher.
This particular model was made of leather with rows of rivets, their heads filed
to a point, on the inner surface. A cord attached to the chains of the parachute
was then stretched down and tied to the lower rung of the chair. The final touch
was another strap pulled very tight round his waist and the back of the chair.
Mike was now in a position where any movement was practically impossible.
Vertical movement was out, the only way to go was up, and that would mean
hurting his balls even more than they were already suffering. Horizontal
movement was impossible because of the waist strap. He wondered what she was
going to do next. He soon found out.
Angelique walked round behind the spread-eagled Martine, pressed herself up
against the naked body, cupped the luscious breasts and spoke softly, but
menacingly, to the bound girl.
"I told you that if you let the vibrator drop, I would stuff it up that tight
little cunt of yours covered with liniment. You wouldn't like me to do that,
would you?" Martine shook her head vigorously.
"OK. Now, I'm feeling quite well-disposed to you so I won't do that." Martine
heaved a sigh of relief behind the gag.
"But," said Angelique, "I will only spare you that pain on condition that you
co-operate, OK?"
Martine was not sure what this would involve but anything had to be better than
a burning pussy, so she nodded.
"Good. Here's what you are going to do. I am going to tie your hands to the
collar, behind your back. Then I am going to untie your ankles. You are going to
walk over to Mr High-and-Mighty Granger, in the chair over there, and you are
going to sit on his lap, straddling him and facing him. I am going to stroke
your cunt so that you start juicing. When you are nice and wet, you are going to
lift yourself up a bit and let me put his cock into that wet little hole. Then
you are going to sit down again, so that it is nice and snug up inside you. Do
you understand what you have to do?"
Martine hesitated, then nodded faintly. After all, she thought to herself,
anything is better than liniment in there, and she had agreed to Mike's
suggestion for the weekend in the sure knowledge that, sooner or later, the two
of them were going to end up in that position, or something like it. She
couldn't think why Angelique wanted her to do it, and she suspected that there
would be more pain involved, but it would probably be less than having her cunt
treated to a good dose of liniment, and in any case, what choice did she have?
Angelique quickly did as she had, said, tying the girl's hands behind her. Next,
she buckled a leather strap around each thigh, high up, near her cunt. Then she
undid her ankles and pushed her across to where Mike was sitting strapped to the
chair.
"OK, now do it," she said to the trembling girl. Martine placed her feet wide
apart and sort of waddled forward, straddling the sitting man. When her cunt was
up against his belly she sat down, her legs widely spread across his thighs.
Angelique squatted down behind her, stretched out her hand and started teasing
her cunt. First she stroked the outside of the girl's lips, then the inside, and
finally moved to her clit. Before very long Martine was quite wet and getting
the beginning of that hot feeling in her belly.
"Lift, " ordered Angelique, "spread your legs even wider, and move forward as
far as you can." When the girl was in position, she said "Now you are going to
sit down again, pushing your hips as far forward as you can. But wait for it,
slowly, so that I can get his cock into you."
As Martine sank down slowly, Angelique grabbed the man's cock and guided it to
the entrance. When the girl felt it touch the opening to her vagina she froze.
Angelique slapped her, hard, across one breast. "Down, you little cow, or you'll
regret it!" The girl complied, sinking lower and lower, literally impaling
herself on the now rigid cock. It was not a particularly long cock, but much
thicker than average and the girl felt the walls of her cunt being distended as
it went further and further up inside her. In her sexually receptive state,
thanks to the administrations of Angelique's fingers, it was not unpleasant and
she squirmed slightly with pleasure as she felt herself being filled up.
Mike, too, was quite happy with the event. He had been longing to screw Martine
ever since the beginning of the long weekend, and here, at last, was his chance.
The only reserve he had about the situation was that he couldn't understand why
his colleague was doing this, there was no pain involved, and that was out of
keeping. As the girl settled down completely onto his thighs his cock was buried
to the hilt in her, and he could feel the warm, wet walls of her cunt gripping
it.
Angelique took a long strap and put it over the girl's thighs and under the
chair, buckling it as tight as she could, thus preventing her from moving
vertically.
"Now just listen to me," she said. "I am going to untie your hands, one at a
time, and tie them down at the back of the chair. Any funny stuff and I'll
really hurt you!" So saying, she undid the right hand and pulled the arm over
Mike's shoulder, tying it to the bottom part of the chair-leg. Then she did the
same thing with the other one. Taking hold of the girl's right ankle, she lifted
it until was just under her thigh and wrapped the end of the thigh-strap round
it, then did the same with the other one, with the result that her legs were
doubled up, far from the floor. This way, Martine couldn't use them to lift
herself at all. The last part of the bonds was a strap around Martine, Mike and
the back of the chair, again done-up very tightly. Having done this, she step
back to admire her handiwork.
Mike was sitting in the chair, practically incapable of any significant
movement. Martine was sitting across his thighs, her legs spread about as wide
as they would go, her cunt full of his cock. One strap kept her tied down
tightly on his lap, the other one pressed her hard against him, her breasts
squashed against his chest. His face was buried in her shoulder.
Going across to the table, Angelique selected the thickest vibrator from the
collection on it, greased it liberally with K-Y and walked round behind the
girl. Bending down, she presented the tip of it to the girl's well-exposed anus.
When Martine felt it touch her there she jerked, but the movement was slight.
She felt it being pressed hard against her, and squealed. Then screamed, as the
vibrator forced her anal ring to expand, causing excruciating pain. She tried
frantically to lift herself up, away from it, but to no avail, she had no
purchase on the floor. Well aware of the pain she was causing, and revelling in
it, Angelique slowly pushed the vibrator into the girl's rectum as far as it
would go, and then an inch further for luck. Martine did some more screaming
around her gag, the pain was terrible, caused by the tip of the vibrator
pressing hard against her intestines! Angelique tied a cord round her waist, fed
it down between her legs, with some difficulty, and brought it up the crack of
her ass, where she wound it securely round the protruding end of the vibrator.
Then she tied the end tightly to the cord round the girl's waist, so ensuring
that it could not be ejected. When she was satisfied that her two victims were
exactly as she wanted them, she switched on the vibrator.
Apart from the deep hum of the machine, muted by Martine's body, there was no
immediate result, the two victims remained immobile, as if nothing had happened.
After a minute of two, though, the vibrations inside her body began to get to
Martine, and this, together with the feel of the cock inside her, started to
produce results. She was becoming sexually aroused, despite the pain, which by
now was slackening as her anal muscles became accustomed to the distortion they
were being subjected to. She wriggled slightly, her breathing rate accelerating.
As the feeling grew stronger she tried to hump herself on the immobile cock, but
couldn't move!
Mike was also getting the benefit of the vibrator, he could feel it in his cock,
separated from the machine only by the thin walls of the girl's cunt and rectum.
He tried to hump upwards, and only succeeded in moving half-an-inch or so, far
from enough to start screwing the girl. Added to that was the pain in his balls
as his movement forced the sharp rivet-heads on the inside of the parachute to
dig into his balls, whilst at the same time stretching them even further. He
groaned in frustration as he at last realised what Angelique was up to. She had
coupled the pair of them, and then denied them any possibility of consummating
their union! The cow! Here he was, with his cock stuck up the girl he had wanted
to screw all weekend, and he couldn't do anything about it!
For Martine it was as bad, if not worse, as the vibrator took her to higher and
higher levels of sexual excitation, about which she, too, could do nothing. She
longed for the release of an orgasm, but the way they were so tightly strapped
together made any friction quite impossible. She tried frantically to generate
some motion, but Angelique's plan had been very well thought out, she was held
immobile, as was Mike.
Angelique could see from the small movements what was happening, and she was
delighted. She could imagine the frustration they were feeling, and she knew
very well that the longer it lasted, the worse it would get. Mike's blue balls
would be getting bluer by the minute, until they felt like they would explode,
while Martine, driven to the heights by the vibrator, would be unable to come
down from them. That would teach the silly little bitch to refuse her advances!
She stood watching for a while, then walked round behind the chair to where she
could see Martine's face. Cupping her hands round Mike's cheeks, she said,
sweetly, "Having fun, children? Wasn't that kind of me to let you have a go at
one another? But I'm rather surprised that you're not doing anything about it, I
should have thought that you would be screwing one another frantically by now."
She laughed, a silvery, tinkling sound. "Oh well, that's up to you, I suppose.
Personally I'm feeling a bit hungry so I think I'll just go down and see what I
can find in the kitchen while you two are playing. Have fun!" And with that she
went out of the room and downstairs.
