Melting snow mixed with her tears as Thomas said his last words to Anne. “My dear, you are in the best possible hands. For as long as you live, my bank will send money for your maintenance. You will be well cared for. The Aston Asylum is one of the finest and most progressive in all of Britain. Dr. Aston is both a doctor of divinity and a physician, a noted alienist who assures me you will have the best treatments known to medical science. Good bye, now. Most probably we will never see each other again, but rest assured that I will always have a place for you in my heart.” With that, the door closed, and Matron led Anne toward the women’s wing.

Anne was the only child of The Reverend Evan Jones and his wife. As a non-conformist, not Church of England, and a displaced Welshman, pastor to a small flock in the north of England, Rev. Jones never had much money, but his family never lacked for the necessities nor felt a need for luxuries. Anne was an intelligent and attractive child, with lively eyes and auburn hair, but she had a speech impediment, a stammer, which exposed her to ridicule. Her parents schooled her at home and discouraged her playing with others. When she was eighteen, she began her monthly periods, as was common in those days, when girls matured more slowly. Her parents arranged a marriage to a lawyer, Thomas Marlow, Esq., an ambitious solicitor in Newcastle. They were married in her father’s church, and, as Thomas took Anne to Newcastle, the Rev. Jones and his wife departed England to bring the Gospel to the heathens of Africa.

The wedding night: Thomas, overcome by lust for her pale, delicate body, ravished the virgin Anne without those gentle preliminaries which might have prepared her for conjugal coupling. In the morning, she communicated to him how painful and distasteful the experience had been, on her part. Her husband’s reaction was to declare that he would never again visit her bed, or even her bedroom. She was forbidden to leave the house or to entertain friends in the house. He rarely spoke to her, but she became aware that he was slaking his lust with women in the city and even, on occasion, with one of the servant girls in Anne’s own house. She knew not what to say about that, so she said nothing.

Over the course of several months, Anne grew more quiet and more melancholy. She lost weight, and her menses stopped. It was almost as if she were regressing, going back into her childhood as a recluse. Thomas and Anne’s mother-in-law, along with the family doctor, as required by law since 1774, testified before a justice of the peace, who then issued an order of commitment. Anne was legally judged to be hysterically insane by a man she had never seen.

The Aston Asylum for the Insane was a big brick building in the Regency style, out of place and isolated in the Yorkshire dales. Apart from the outbuildings and gardens of the asylum, the only sign of human habitation that Anne could see was the distant ruins of a castle which had once belonged to Richard III. Snow covered the ground and swirled around the building, as the wind moaned in the fireless chimneys. Matron, an older women in charge of the female patients and staff, led Anne to a small room, a cell, lit only by the gray light which filtered through a high, narrow window. Anne hugged herself against the chill and waited. She was aware of other inmates, though she could not see them. They were locked in their cells. Most were silent. One sang a bawdy song. Anne did not even understand some of the words. There was an undercurrent of moaning, and an occasional scream or shriek. Anne realized that, for practical purposes, she was no longer Thomas Marlow’s wife. Few would know that he had even been married; fewer would remember Anne, and perhaps no one would know that she was still alive. Thomas might even remarry. She had no one, no friend, no husband, no contact with her parents, who might well be dead by now, murdered by savages in the jungles of Africa. Why had God made her, if her life had no meaning?

At last the bolt shot back and Matron entered, carrying a candle and followed by two men. The elder, with white hair, dressed in black clerical garb, introduced himself. “I am Doctor Aston, and I am here to help you, Mrs. Marlow.” He gestured at the younger man, also clad in black, but without the clerical collar, a handsome fellow only a few years older than Anne. “This is Doctor Wilson, my assistant. First, we must examine you. Tomorrow, we can begin with the standard treatments for your mental illness. Very often, we are successful in effecting a cure, and the patient can return home, so I do hope you will cheerfully cooperate with your treatment.”

Matron took Anne’s wrap and then began to unbutton the back of her dress. Anne simply stood there, until Matron began to pull the long sleeves over Anne’s hands, causing the bodice to fall away. “N-n-n-n”, Anne stammered, trying to protest, but Matron continued to undress her, removing her dress and folding it, then removing the blouse and underskirts, until she was down to Anne’s whalebone-stayed corsets, which confined Anne’s waist and accentuated her hips. The doctors looked on approvingly. Matron’s busy fingers made quick work of the laces, and the stiff garment fell away, leaving Anne standing there in only her thin muslin shift and her shoes.

“Off with the shoes.” said Matron. Anne bent awkwardly to remove her shoes, acutely conscious of her near nudity. “Now the shift. Come on!” Reluctantly, Anne lifted her last garment over her head, exposing her private cleft to the sight of the men, and then exposing her girlish breasts. The chill of the room gave her gooseflesh and made her nipples stand out. She tried to cover herself with her hands, but Matron seized Anne’s arms and easily held them behind her, elbows nearly touching, leaving Anne totally exposed.

Tears glistened on Anne’s cheeks as she tried to protest. “P-ppplease! I-I-I n-n-n-”

Dr. Aston took one of Anne’s wrists and felt her pulse. “Now, young woman, you must cooperate with your physicians. Have you never had a medical examination before”

“N-n-n-no.”

Dr. Wilson took her other wrist and felt for the pulse, while Dr. Aston placed a rolled up paper above Anne’s bosom and said, “Breathe deeply.” With his ear to the paper tube he listened to her chest, and then her back. “All clear.” he said, “She seems to be physically healthy.” When they released her, Anne again tried to cover herself with her hands and stood there, shivering in the cold. Matron handed her a gray wool garment, cut like a chemise, to cover Anne’s’ nakedness, and Dr. Aston remarked, “Yes, she’s a bit thin, but I see no reason why we can’t begin treatment tomorrow.”

Then he turned to Dr. Wilson and spoke in Latin. “Mental illness.” he said, “has two components, one physical, one moral. First, we treat the physical ailments. Her previous doctor diagnosed chronic melancholia, a hysterical malady common in women. Her bodily humours are out of harmony. Matron will see to that, with purges and clysters. I’ll tell Matron to try to fatten her up a bit, and see that she gets plenty of exercise. The moral component is more difficult to reach, but there are many well known treatments, to focus her mental processes on that which is good. The standard treatments, whippings, cold water baths, blistering poultices, and physical confinement, the same treatments used on our late king, during his madness, tend to focus the attention of the patient on the present, pushing into the background memories of earlier experiences which, perhaps, precipitated the madness. We have here some new instruments of treatment, invented in America by a Doctor Rush. The objective is to so disorient the patient that he or she takes on the temperament of a cow or sheep, contentedly living in the present, with little concern for the past or anxiety for the future. In this patient’s case, we will hope to see a time when the illness which prevents her speech is cured, and she can progress to normal human verbal intercourse, which is, of course, one of activities which distinguishes the human from the beast. ”

Noting the expression on Anne’s face, Dr. Aston resumed speaking English. “Do not fear, Mrs. Marlow. You may have heard of the horrors of the Bedlam madhouse, but you have nothing to fear of that sort here. We do not use branding irons to drive out demons. This is the Nineteenth Century. We do not believe in witches and demons. Patients such as yourself are not possessed. They are ill, and in many cases they can be cured.”

The doctors departed, and Matron followed with the candle and Anne’s clothes, bolting the door, leaving Anne alone in her cell, which was furnished with only a bed and a chamber pot. The mattress was straw in a bag of ticking, and it was covered by smelly woolen blankets. There was no fire to warm the place, and the winter chill, the ice-cold bricks of her cell, made sleep very difficult.

When Anne did fall asleep, she had nightmares which, fortunately, she remembered very little of. One involved a man. Was it Thomas or Dr. Wilson…? Sticking his thing between her legs; she woke screaming. Morning was signified by an increase in the general level of noise and by a faint light through a slit-like window high on the wall, where she could see nothing but a tiny patch of sky. A panel at the bottom of the door slid open, and someone slid a tray through the opening, before it closed again. On the tray was a bowl of oatmeal, with a wooden spoon, a mug of tea, no sugar or milk, and some bread which had been fried in bacon fat. She ate and drank it all ravenously.

Too soon, the door opened, and two women, one no older than Anne, the other her mother’s age, ordered her out. Strangely, they were dressed like nuns and had crosses on chains around their necks. Anne had heard of “nursing sisters” but had never seen one, and this was a private asylum, wasn’t it? They half dragged Anne, still clutching her blanket, through corridors and up stairs to a room which had a “convenience chair” in the middle of the room, conventional enough, like a box with a back and arms on it, except that under the hole in the seat there was no chamber pot, only a drain in the floor. The “sisters” took her blanket and shift and sat the naked Anne on the chilly chair. They strapped her in; one strap under her breasts and around the back of the chair, straps for each arm, to the arms of the chair, and straps around her ankles to the legs of the chair. A servant girl brought a tray with several mugs on it, and the “nurses” forced Anne to drink. The first contained a hot, herbal tea, rather bitter. A second mug contained a vile tasting oil, which Anne could hardly drink without retching. The third was more tea. By this time, Anne felt bloated and had to struggle to comply with the orders to drink. They draped her blanket over her, for she was shivering, and left her alone.

Anne waited, wondering if she would ever be warm again and anxious at being naked under the blanket. Even on her wedding night, she had never been naked in the presence of other people, yet here they assumed she had no modesty at all. Time passed slowly; she had no way to know how much time. The bloated feeling in her stomach subsided, but it was replaced by painful cramps in her bowels. The sensations spread through her belly, the pain making her sweat, even in the freezing cold. A “sister”, one Anne hadn’t seen, came in and forced her to drink another mug of liquid. The sister stood, silently, and watched as Anne squirmed in her restraining straps and made faces as waves of pain reflected through her abdomen. Then, quite involuntarily, Anne’s little hole in back (no one had ever given her a polite name for it) opened and spewed smelly, mostly liquid matter from her bowels. Anne watched the sister, who was watching her, and felt so embarrassed. The sister waited until most of the splashing noises had subsided and then forced Anne to drink yet another mug of now-tepid brew.

This torment continued, Anne reckoned, all morning, for at one point she was given some bread and cheese to eat, a noon meal, she supposed. By that time, the pain had largely subsided; the gurgles and cramps and showers of bodily waste were only sporadic. Still, they kept her strapped on the commode, straining to expel the contents of her belly. Then Matron came in, followed by the two morning nurses who carried a bucket and a strange machine. The machine was a metal cylinder with a handle on one end and a conical extension on the other. Matron put the tapered end into the bucket and pulled on the handle, which sucked quarts of steaming liquid into the cylinder. Needing no orders, the nurses whipped the blanket off Anne and pivoted the chair forward, off the box, so Anne found herself staring at the floor, supported by the strap beneath her breasts. She struggled for breath as Matron pressed hot metal against Anne’s shitter hole and forced hot liquid into her bowels. Anne felt as if some wild animal was inside her, struggling to get out, stretching her tortured bowels.

“Hold it in!” ordered Matron, as she removed the metal device and the nurses lowered the seat, returning Anne to an upright position. “Hold it in as long as you can. Hold it.” Anne couldn’t. Quarts of almost scalding water jetted from her bottom into the drain in the floor. The nurses again tipped the chair, and Matron again injected quarts of seething fluid, and again the chair was returned to its upright position until Anne had emptied her bowels as best she could. Seven times they did that, until the bucket was empty and Anne felt exhausted. Matron took a greased ebony object and pushed it into Anne’s unresisting hole, where it stayed, preventing the normal closure. “We can’t have you leaking on the floor, Mrs. Marlow.” said Matron as she wiped her hands and went to the door. “Take her down for exercise.” she called over her shoulder as she left.

Barefoot on the freezing floor, with only her inadequate shift and blanket, Anne was taken to a subterranean room, lighted only by smoky lamps burning suet. There was a rotating mysterious machine, like the water wheel of a mill, except the buckets were replaced by bars, like the rungs of a ladder. Three naked women climbed the rungs of the giant wheel, turning it, sweating even in the cold of the basement room. A female staff member, not a nurse, judging from her garb, sat supervising with a whip in her hand! Stripped naked again, Anne was made to take the place of one of the women, who rested and caught her breath. Distracted by the nudity, tormented by the unfamiliar plug in her bottom, Anne worked hard to climb the rungs of the wheel, holding on to a horizontal bar. If she did not climb fast enough, if her arms extended too far or she let go of the bar, the supervisor would crack her whip in warning. The rungs hurt the arches of her feet (she had not yet learned to balance on the balls of her feet) and she panted for breath as sweat drenched her. She was ready to die, she thought, when it was her turn to rest. This torment continued for the balance of the afternoon until, aching all over from overworked muscles, Anne and the others were allowed to stop. The women put on their simple dresses, and Anne wrapped herself in her blanket, as the supervisor marched them back upstairs to their cells. “No talking.” she barked, cracking her whip, when Anne tried to ask a question.

Anne was huddled in her blanket on the bed in her cell when Matron appeared. “P-p-p-p-please.” said Anne, pointing to her bottom.

“The plug should stay in.” replied Matron. “You will have daily treatments until the toxins have been flushed from your body.”

The evening meal in her cell, was boiled potatoes in milk, with some dried apple slices for dessert. Later, Dr. Aston visited her. “Well, Mrs. Marlow, are you feeling better yet?”

“N-n-n-no.” replied Anne, shaking her head.

“No? Well, you soon will feel better, once the poisons have been purged from your body and you respond to the benefits of good diet and exercise. I’ll look in on you again tomorrow.”

Exhausted, Anne slept more soundly than before. The next day was exactly like the first, except that Anne’s bum hole had been stretched, and it was harder to hold in the scalding fluid that Matron injected, so the plug was used to contain the scalding liquid inside her until Matron judged it time to expel the contents of her rectum. Later, her muscles screamed in pain as she “exercised” on the treadmill wheel. The evening meal of potatoes and milk was supplemented with boiled cabbage and an ounce or so of boiled meat, mostly fat. Apparently the order to fatten her up was taken seriously, for she was allowed second portions when she asked for them.

For three more days she spewed her guts, though at least Matron removed the anal plug before Anne labored on the treadmill. Then it was Sunday, a day of rest. The women were issued proper dresses (but no corsets or hats or shoes) and taken to a chapel for Church of England services, conducted by Dr. Aston. Anne, of course, had never been confirmed in the Anglican Catholic Church, so she was unable to take communion, but it was a comfort for her to again experience the sense of community that comes from sharing a religious service with other people. There were, she estimated, about twenty women, ranging in age from perhaps sixteen to very old, fifty or sixty. Two were restrained by strait jackets, and some tended to look distracted and to talk to themselves, but it was, just the same, a Christian service.

Monday, after breakfast, she did not have to drink the purgative brews, and there were only three applications of the clyster, so it was still morning when, denied even her simple dress, she was led, wrapped in her blanket, outdoors, into a walled yard, some sort of forecourt for the stables. She saw the sun for the first time since her arrival, though the sun was a weak white spot in the overcast sky. She looked around and saw faces in the windows of both the mens and womens wings. The snow was cold on her bare feet, and the blanket was inadequate to keep her warm. They led her to a kind of marble table and, to her horror, took away her blanket. Anne wailed at her situation, naked, exposed to both the chill wind of winter and the gaze of strangers. Quickly, the nurses forced Anne to lie face down on the stone slab, and they strapped her ankles to one end and her wrists to the other. The cold stone, like a horizontal grave stone, pressed against her thighs, her belly, her breasts. She was helpless to raise off the freezing table as they stretched her as tautly, She might have been on a medieval rack. Her teeth chattered as the warmth drained from her body by the cold, smooth marble. Then, to accentuate the torment, the nurses drenched her with buckets of icy water.

Anne gritted her teeth and tried to bear the searing cold. She could not move, not even shiver, tied as tightly as she was, but her lips fluttered and her teeth chattered. Never had she been so cold. As the minutes passed, her mind became confused and her body numb. She knew that death by freezing was a real possibility, and she tried to pray, though no intelligible sound escaped her lips.

Just as she felt life slipping away, a new pain tormented her. In her befuddled mental state, she had not noticed when two men approached her, carrying bundles of birch twigs. Now, systematically, the two simultaneously whipped her back and buttocks and legs with the birches, as if flogging a criminal. The pain restored life to her frozen body, brought screams from her blue lips, until she could bear no more and fainted.

Anne awoke in a tub of hot water, her teeth still chattering, even as her skin turned red like a lobster. Dr. Aston and Dr. Wilson stood beside the tub, watching as she was brought back to life. At last the chill was gone and the heat became oppressive. Anne tried to raise herself from the tub, but Matron pressed her back down. “That’s all right, Matron. Let her get out. There is no need to prolong her discomfort. Dry her off with soft towels. My, the birching left some nasty welts…and give her back her dress and blanket. Give her an extra blanket, too, and let her recover in her cell until dinner.”

The following day, Anne was subjected to the American chair, which Dr. Aston and two nurses demonstrated for Dr. Wilson. First, Anne was strapped into a strait jacket, a kind of canvas coat with closed sleeves. First, the waist was constricted, like a corset, until Anne could hardly breathe. Then the arms of the coat were crossed beneath her breasts and fastened together behind her, so her arms were tightly hugging herself and were entirely immovable. They seated her in a chair which could pivot around a horizontal axis. They strapped her in, with belts around over her breast, around her waist, and across her lap. To test the bindings, they rotated the chair forward in a half circle, so Anne was upside down, and then tipped it backward in a complete circle, until Anne was once again upright. A wooden box was placed enclosing her head, so she could breathe but could not see her surroundings. She felt the chair, with her in it, lifted, and they attached it to a turntable which could rotate around a vertical axis, propelled by a crank and connecting rod to a tall lever.

Anne, of course, could not see what was happening to her, but Matron signaled to a nurse who leaned on the lever. As the lever moved forward, the chair rotated a half turn, and pulling back on the lever completed the turn. After a few turns, the lever moved smoothly back and forth, as if the nurse were churning butter, and the chair rotated smoothly at a constant rate. Anne, of course was conscious of spinning, but that was nothing terribly unfamiliar. As a child, she had enjoyed whirling on her toes until, dizzy, she collapsed on the floor laughing. This was similar, except that she could not stop when she wished.

The chair slowed, and Matron removed the box from her head. “See the nystagmus, the twitching of the eyes.”

“Yes, she must be very dizzy.”

The box was replaced, and the rotation resumed. However, when it had reached a steady speed, the chair was suddenly rotated around the horizontal axis, so Anne was facing downward. The result was instant mal de mer, intense nausea and retching, though Anne had nothing in her stomach to throw up. She made incoherent noises like an animal in a trap, but the multi-axis spinning continued until she was, almost, driven to a true insanity.

The chair was stopped and the box removed. “Mrs. Marlow, can you hear me?”

“Ullk! Awrgh! Ak.”

“Take her back to the women’s ward. Don’t leave her alone, lest she choke on her tongue.”

Back in the common room, the nurses were distracted by some sort of emergency, and Anne, still in the strait jacket and unable to stand, was left on the floor. Slowly, Anne regained her senses.

“Eh, it’s the new girl.”

“What’s yer name?”

“Ah, ah, ah…”

“Oi, she ain’t got a name!”

“Shame she can’t even stand. Let’s have some fun with her.” Someone kicked her hip. “Stand her up and let’s see wot she’s made of.”

“Let’s make ‘er ride the horse.”

“Yes, the horse.” They stood Anne on her feet and lifted her skirt, so as to examine her womanly parts. Someone brought out a blanket and rolled it into a thick rope. They passed the rope between her legs and raised the ends, until Anne’s weight was supported by the blanket and her feet left the floor. Three women held each end of the rope, and they started a sort of tug of war with it, pulling it up and down, back and forth, while two other women steadied the helpless Anne so she would not fall off “the horse”.

“N,n,n,n,noooo!” she protested, as the wooly blanket was forced upward, parting her labia and rubbing intensely on places Anne had never touched. N,n,n,nahhh.”

Laughing, the inmates continued, forcing the helpless Anne to ride the bucking “horse.” In time Anne’s protests stopped. Then she began to giggle. “At’s it. Keep it going.”

Anne’s giggles became louder and more continuous, until she was laughing and choking. “Oh, God!” she screamed. Instantly, the women dropped the blanket and scattered, trying to hide in their cells or elsewhere. Anne lay on the floor, her skirt around her waist, the rolled blanket still between her legs, her breasts heaving as the constricting strait jacket was making it difficult to breathe.

“Mrs. Marlow, are you all right?” asked the newly arrived Dr. Wilson. Anne could only gasp. “Is this woman having a fit?” he asked the cowering inmates, who obviously were afraid of punishment for simply having a bit of fun with Anne. No one wanted to speak. Dr. Wilson knelt beside Anne and deftly undid the buckles and ties which held her confined in the canvas jacket. As soon as she could, she scuttled away from him, pulling down her skirt and trying to cover her shamefully exposed genitals. “Mrs. Marlow, are you all right? I thought I heard you exclaim,’Oh God’.”

“Uh!”

“Someone fetch Matron. I fear Mrs. Marlow has gone quite mad. I never did trust those Americans.”

Anne managed to sit up, and she looked at Dr. Wilson with new insight. “Dr. Wilson.” she said in Latin, “I am quite as sane as you are.”

“Did you just speak to me in Latin?”

“Yes.”

“But you can’t even speak English.”

“I am a clergyman’s daughter.” she said in passable Latin, “and reasonably well educated.” she added in Greek. “Since childhood.” she continued, reverting to Latin, “I have had a speech impediment which makes it difficult for me to express myself in my native tongue. However, I can sing in Italian or French, and speak Latin, Greek, and a bit of Hebrew and Icelandic, for those tongues, so foreign to me, apparently reside in portions of my psyche which do not share the impediment in my native speech.”

“Oh, God.” said Dr. Wilson. “And you were laughing. The melancholia is cured?”

“I think so, learned physician.”

“So the chair of Dr. Rush was an effective treatment, in spite of my doubts?” He was speaking Latin, now, and the watching inmates of the asylum were completely perplexed.

“No, the chair is an abomination. The cure came from my sister inmates, all, supposedly insane. The order of commitment, it said I suffered from hysteria, did it not?”

“Yes.”

“And ‘hysteria’, from the Greek, is a state of mental aberration attributed to the female organ, the womb.”

“Yes, that is the commonly held hypothesis.”

“These women, by making me ride the horse, as they put it, must have adjusted my womb, and cured my melancholy, for I felt a euphoria such as I have never before experienced, and you heard me laugh. As further evidence, I believe a quantity of fluid exuded from my female orifice. Perhaps a congestion of the womb, and an impounding of natural fluids, was, in fact, the cause of my condition.”

“Amazing. Please come with me, Mrs. Marlow. We must inform Dr. Aston.”

Some days later, Dr. Aston approached Anne. Anne was dressed in the same clothes as she had worn when she arrived at Aston Asylum, and she was housed in a cosy room in the central, administrative, portion of the building, a room with a feather bed and a cosy hearth. She had been working closely with Dr. Wilson, and they had repeatedly demonstrated that a new treatment, involving pressure and friction between the lower limbs, was, indeed, effective in adjusting the condition of the womb and raising the spirits of female patients. Further, they had shown that the clyster, irrigating the bowels, was misapplied. A stream of tepid water, applied instead to the regions of the forward orifice, was also effective in revitalizing a congested womb. Several women, not just Anne, testified to being able to feel the paroxysms of the womb and the releasing of fluids, with a resulting general improvement in temperament. “I have been in communication with your husband, and he says he does not want you released to his custody. In fact, he says you are not properly his wife. He is seeking an annulment, claiming you were never properly married and that, in any event, the marriage was never actually consummated and was therefore invalid. He intends, I gather, to remarry as soon as possible. He says, however, that the payments for your maintenance here will continue as long as your live, and he prays that we will keep you here.”

“I suppose I should call you Miss Jones.” said Dr. Wilson.

“Or Anne.” she noted.

“If you would consent, Miss Jones.” said Dr. Aston, “we would be pleased to have you remain here on our staff. I shall be retiring soon, and perhaps Matron, also. I’m sure Dr. Wilson would be pleased to have you as an assistant.”

“Yes, Miss Jones. Please stay. You have been invaluable to me.” Impulsively, he took her hand in his.

“Dr. Aston, Dr. Wilson.” she replied, in fluent Latin, “As a Christian, as one who strives to help the unfortunate, I shall be happy to stay here and assist you in your research.”

– The End –

Sophie slept fitfully but sleep she did, more from sheer exhaustion than from any wish of rest. Nonetheless when she finally started to wake properly and finally she was aware that someone else was nearby. She opened her eyes and focused on a woman, perhaps in her mid twenties, dressed in what was almost a traditional maid’s uniform. Almost because the girl’s wrists and ankles were bound in the sort of leather cuffs that she knew too well from her bondage games, although in this case there was no chains, just a simple ring on each one.

Just as she saw this and awoke fully then the pain surged over her and she felt the itchiness of the dried cum sticking to her head. Her half-hope that it had all been a dream was swept away in the recurrent surge of pain and humiliation.

The maid undid the chains that held Sophie in place but left the actual leather cuffs in place. Sophie moved and even movement caused her more agony.

“I have to get you cleaned up and presentable,” the maid said in an almost cruel and certainly uncaring way, “so stop laying there, get up and follow me.”

Sophie pulled herself up and stood alongside the bed. Every movement was agony in her branded and ripped ass. The whipping she could live with but her ass just burnt like fire. It was worse even than the pain of the branding. My God they had branded her. Tears welled in her eyes and she stood motionless. She was snapped back to reality by the flat of a hand across her wounded breasts.

Sophie screamed in shock more than pain and slowly and painfully followed the Maid from the room. Her hands felt back at the brand but she balked at actually tracing the mark as soon as she felt the intense pain of just touching the area. Walking along the cold stone floor for no more than a few yards Sophie was led into a large, no huge, bathroom.

At one end was a shower area with three heads, large enough for a small gym. One of the heads was already running and Sophie was ushered under it. The water was fairly cool and eased some of the pain she felt. The Maid washed Sophie’s wounds and whole body, surprisingly gentle even though Sophie couldn’t avoid crying a little.

Continuing her ministrations the Maid shaved Sophie’s pussy area and then told the girl to kneel down just outside the shower water. Sophie understood instinctively that her shaven head was to stay just like that and carefully the Maid shaved her totally and a smooth as her mons. Even her eyebrows were shaved off.

“This will be done every day, and twice if you are wanted at a Party.”

Sophie shuddered. A Party was what she guessed she had gone through last night.

A dressing was put over Sophie’s brand. It stung but was strangely soothing. And finally, or so Sophie thought anyway, she was gently towelled dry.

“One final thing, turn round, spread your legs and put your hands flat on the wall”

Sophie complied, in terror that she was about to be hurt again. Out of her sight she didn’t see the Maid uncover a butt plug and strap at least as big as the one that Sophie had been cruelly buggered with the night before. Nonetheless Sophie felt the urge to look round and began to turn her head.

“Stay looking at the wall.”

Sophie obeyed instantly and didn’t see the Maid put a large amount of lubricant on the plug. She didn’t see but she felt and screamed with all her might as it was roughly and brutally forced straight up her battered and abused hole in one swift movement. With a speed born of long practice a belt attached to the plug was fastened around Sophie’s waist.

“Why ?. Sophie wailed through her tears. “Why hurt me again?”

Tears rolled down her face but the Maid simply spun her around and attached another strap coming up between her legs at the front to the belt.

“No-one can get at your cunt with this on, of course, but then again they can still use your mouth and this is what they want. Guess they’ll take it off if they want your tight ass. Oh I forgot,it’s not going to be tight when you get used to this plug and the next sizes up.”

Sophie collapsed on the floor of the bathroom as the Maid locked the belt in place and left the room. Sophie tried standing but the pain of the plug was just too much and she stayed on the floor, weeping.

She didn’t know how long she lay there, not long she guessed, but she suddenly felt the toe of a boot kick her brand and she screamed as she became aware of a woman behind her. Sitting up she saw the Girl from last night standing over her. She was fully and fairly demurely dressed but was wearing long boots that disappeared below her knee-length skirt. She leaned down and fastened a broad leather collar around Sophie’s throat. It must have been some two inches wide and very solid as though it were steel, or lined with it, and Sophie felt her head pushed up.

A chain was attached to the front of the collar and unceremoniously the girl hauled Sophie onto her feet.

“Personally I would have attached the chain to one of the rings in your pretty little cunt lips, but everyone else was afraid that if you fell over it would simply tear out. I said it didn’t matter but luckily for you I was in a minority. So collar gets it.”

The girl was staring Sophie straight in the face. Her eyes were bright blue but cold and cruel. Sophie shuddered with the certain knowledge that the girl would actually have like to have torn a ring out through her lips.

“Why are you doing this?” Sophie started to ask but received a blow across the face from the Girl’s hand.

“SHUT UP. And next time I won’t be so gentle” the Girl spat back and hit Sophie again for the sheer joy of hearing her cry out.

Sophie was dragged behind the girl, stumbling along with the pain of the plug in her ass; every movement rubbed against her bleeding hole. She followed up the stairs into the entrance hall and then through a door into what was obviously the library with rows of leather bound books and large comfy looking leather chairs.

The girl led Sophie between the two large leather armchairs, which stood either side of the empty fireplace. Both were occupied, the man on the left she knew from last night, the other she didn’t recognize but that meant little; she had seen too little of too many men last night.

The girl bent and gave a long deep kiss to the lips of the man Sophie knew, the one who was obviously in charge here.

“Thank you Helen. Take a seat.”

The girl sat in another chair a little across the room. The unknown man turned Sophie so that he could see her ass. He ran his fingers along the whip marks and weals causing Sophie to whimper a little. Unexpectedly he pushed at the butt plug through the belt, Sophie cried out.”

“It’s two and half inch diameter and eight inches long, very uncomfortable but necessary if she is to be fully stretched as you asked. It was the man that tore her ass last night but no matter it will heal, and the one advantage is that as it heals it helps the stretching.”

“I want it bigger.”

Sophie’s mind panicked. Bigger. It was already two and a half inches.

“Don’t worry. You were very precise with your instructions. It will take a little while but this is just the small one. I have them up to slightly larger size than you specified, but she’ll be all that you ordered.”

Unbidden tears rolled down Sophie’s cheeks at the mere thought.

“Why don’t you tell her, Charles? Tell her what we are going to do.”

So that was his name, Charles. But who was he and what was going on? Sophie was so close to asking, to pleading but she knew that it would be pointless and simply get her more pain than she was already suffering.

“Mmmm. Perhaps you are right…Slut you are being trained to be the complete sex slave, with one little alteration of my own. Your little tight ass hole will not be little or tight any more. It will be stretched to the point where I can fist it easily, maybe even to getting both fists in there. Just a whim, you understand.”

“During your training you will be whipped regularly and used at a number of parties in any way that we choose. Your brand is a mark of your slave status, as is your shaven body and head. You will not again be allowed to grow any hair either on your cunt or your head. When I get bored with you of course I don’t care what you do.”

“Will she be at tomorrow’s party?” Charles was addressing the man.

“Yes but she’s a bit bruised. I’d like to see her stretched a bit more before she serves, so my intention was that she be used as one of the toilets. You approve Charles?”

“Excellent idea. Now I think I’d like to hear her scream so, with your permission, I will have her whipped until she passes out”.

The man laughed and simply replied, “As you wish.” and motioned Helen to attach Sophie.

Sophie’s arms were pulled up and spread apart and then attached to rings set in the ceiling. Her ankles were likewise pulled wide and attached to similar rings in the floor so that she was spread like an X. Sophie was already crying with pain as her legs were pulled apart and the pain in her ass became more intense.

“Actually, like this I think we could get a bigger one in already. Sophie !”

“Yes father, of course.”

Father. My god, this place was worse than she thought&!

“You will see Charles in just a moment how stretched she already is and how, err, accommodating she can already be.”

Sophie returned a few moments later with an identical belt to the one that Sophie was already wearing but this had an even larger plug. She took pleasure in showing it to Sophie.

“Three and a half inches. You’re so willing I thought that we’d skip the three inch one.”

“Oh, and no lubrication to get it in. Charles wants to hear you scream let’s give him a show shall we?”

Sophie felt the belt undone but had her eyes tightly closed. She couldn’t watch her own humiliation and pain any longer. What she couldn’t deny was the wetness forming in her at this total degradation, at the pain, but also at the thought of being a total sex slave with an ass stretched to an unbelievable size.

Helen pulled the plug out in one swift movement. It didn’t hurt anywhere near as much as Sophie expected. They were right. Her ass was already stretching. But as she relaxed she felt the tip of the new plus against her and she knew this would not be as good. Helen pushed as Sophie let out a blood-curdling scream but although the plug forced Sophie’s ass open without lubrication it did not seem it would go in.

Helen stepped back. The plug stayed in, but barely two inches of its eight was inside Sophie’s ass. Helen pulled it out roughly.

“Back in a moment.” she said to the others who stood calmly watching the whole thing.

She returned after literally a few moments and stepped straight behind Sophie, who couldn’t see the croquet mallet she held. Sophie screamed again as the plug’s tip was again forced in but when Helen hit the plug with the end of the mallet it went home in one swift unbelievably painful movement. Sophie screamed and passed out.

The two men congratulated Helen as she fastened the belt around Sophie, whose ass was again bleeding.

“God that made me horny. Pity she’s unconscious.”

“I’m not and I’m here, ” said Helen mischievously. “Although you can only have either my mouth or ass. Which seems right. Two men, two holes.”

Both men laughed as Helen removed her clothes and swiftly stood naked except for her boots in front of them.

When Sophie came round some moments later she could see Helen in front of her with Charles’s prick in her mouth and her own father in her ass. Sophie wanted to be sick but admitted to the fascination of the sex taking place in front of her.

Both men climaxed soon after Sophie came round, but what happened next Sophie did not expect. Helen moved to Sophie and, forcing her mouth open, spat Charles’ cum into it. She then scooped the cum dripping from her ass and fed that to Sophie too.

To her own surprise Sophie swallowed greedily and felt proud of the pain that was in her ass. Three and a half inches, that’s enough to make any woman proud, surely.

“I think I’ll rest a bit and come and whip her later, before the party.” It was Charles. “She okay there”.

“I think so.” replied Helen. “I suppose she can sit down if she gets tired. Oh no. She can’t sit with your plug up her ass, Charles.”

The three were laughing as they left the room and Sophie, wondering how much further into this she could go before they killed her. But why did she feel the pride and the excitement that she did? She didn’t understand herself any more. Some part of her deep inside was enjoying this.

– To Be Continued –

He was her Master, her Lord. That had been together two years and in that time she had become a total slut for Him and she knew it; but only a slut for Him. To everyone else she was still prim and proper. Only He knew how well trained she had become, and how she carried his initials tattooed just above her slit where the hair would have been if she hadn’t shaved there regularly.

There was little that he hadn’t used her for or done to her. He used all of her holes regularly, and had systematically stretched her ass so that it accommodated him easily now, as well as the hundred and one toys he used on her there. Both nipples had been pierced as had both labia lips. She kept herself fit and supple with a daily work out at the Gym. She no longer had or needed any other work. She actually enjoyed some of the shocked looks she got in the showers when some of the other members saw her piercings, although she was always a little more careful when she had been particularly viciously whipped for some misdemeanor. She lay on the bed thinking about all of their “fun.” She still hated her mouth being used as a toilet but He wanted it and she complied willingly if without pleasure. In all that time he had never shared her or given her to anyone else and her only dark fantasy not fulfilled was to be taken by two or more men, she just wondered what it would have been like.

Now He had been out of their home all day without saying a word, leaving only instructions that she was to shower, ensure she was freshly shaved and remain naked. No clues to her, but she was a fuck toy and deserved none.

The phone rang. It was Him.

“Be ready in 40 minutes. We’re going out. Put on stockings & suspenders, the white lacy underwear we bought last week, a low-cut white cotton loose blouse, and one of the short black leather skirts. Tarty make-up.”

He hung up. No pleasantries. No conversation. She looked at her watch, 7:42. Plenty of time but she hurried to comply with his instructions anyway. No way was she going to even risk being late.

Twenty-five minutes later the phone rang again. She was already prepared.

“Delayed! Grab a taxi and meet me at Keltos Manor on the Tattershall Road. Tell the security guard you are Sophie and he’ll let you in.” Click.

No further explanation again. She knew Keltos Manor. It was a large stone eighteenth century building on its own grounds. She knew he had some interesting contacts but she didn’t know about this one.

The taxi driver knew the Manor, but then again everyone did. He stopped at the gate and buzzed the entry phone.

“Taxi with, What’s your name?”

“Sophie.”

“Sophie.” he said to the intercom and the electric gates swung open.

The taxi dropped her in front of the impressive portico and she saw that the main door stood slightly open in the summer warmth. She paid the driver and watched him leave down the drive as she walked up the steps and in through the door. After all, she knew she was expected and just assumed that this was another of those parties.

The entrance lobby was warm and brightly lit but with no one around. She stopped. She could hear voices through a door to her left. She walked across, her heels clapping on the marble floor, and opened the large polished door and walked in confidently. After all, she was expected or they would not have opened the gate!

She looked around as every eye in the room turned towards her. There were no women, just men, maybe ten, maybe fifteen, and she saw that there were more in the adjacent room, which led off at the far end. All were in dinner jackets and ties. The room was luxurious, sofas, tables and pictures on the walls. The fact that there were no women concerned her but more concerning was the fact that she couldn’t see Him.

“Ten minutes late, hmm.” It was an elegant and sophisticated man who appeared to be in the most important seat; an assessment she made when everyone deferred to his comment.

He walked towards her and without any foreplay put his hand straight under her skirt and onto her sex. She stepped back in some surprise but did so straight into another man who grabbed the rounded cheeks of her ass.

“What do you think you are doing?”

The back of a hand slapped her across the face and a voice barked “Shut Up!”

She felt a small trickle of blood from her lip and her training snapped into place as she slipped into Sub mode.

Hands dragged her across to the middle of the room and she saw that there was no way she was going anywhere that these men didn’t allow her to. She saw now that there were more men and also three women coming through from the other room. She guessed the total numbers at maybe thirty. WHERE WAS HE? The panic was turning her stomach into a knotted mess.

“Give us a dance and a strip.”

She didn’t move, but just stared dumbfounded.

Out of nowhere a bullwhip snapped across her back, it tore through her blouse and bit into her skin. She screamed as much out of shock as out of pain, and then it hit her again. No one said anything but she heard some laughter; most noticeably one female voice.

She started to move in the way that she knew He liked. Seductively peeling off her clothes until she was dancing naked except for the stockings and her heels.

“Warm yourself up now; stick a finger up your cunt.” Laughter! The sound of the crack of the whip persuaded her.

She sat backwards onto one of the sofas, lifted her legs high and slipped a finger into herself.

“She looks wet already.” said a voice as another middle-aged man walked over to her and pulled her finger away.

With no further preparation he pushed three fingers up her. She winced in pain; then another and then he was trying to fist her! He had tried this once but decided that he liked her tight and so had given up. Now a total stranger was trying. The pain was intense and as she tried to pull away hands pinioned her down and grabbed at her ankles, pulling her legs painfully apart.

She screamed and felt the hot tears well up in her eyes.

But then she felt the hand withdraw and before the mist cleared from her eyes she knew she was being raped. The man pushed into her, no preparation and not slowly, suddenly, instantly all the way in. She felt him cum and the felt another take his place.

“No, Please!” she begged. “Please Noooo.”

She was turned over and her arms pinned down outspread along the back of the sofa. Her legs were pulled apart again and more hands held them. Another man pummelled into her wet sex, but she felt him pull out before he had cum. Then another and then another. She was crying now. Her sex was already sore and she knew that only six or seven men had used her so far!

– to be continued –

We meet at a dance club. I am wearing a short tight skirt with my thin white blouse. Underneath I have on my favorite set of lavender lace panties and bra. Karina can see my bra through my top. She is wearing a tight black leather skirt, black silk top, and black stockings with black leather boots. Everyone can clearly see her red lace bra. I think she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seem.

We order some drinks and while we are waiting some guys come up and ask us to dance. Karina very firmly tells them that, “She belongs to me tonight.” My panties are starting to get damp as I am already falling under her spell.

She takes my hand and pulls me on to the dance floor. We dance together and I marvel at how sensually she dances. After several fast dances they start a slow one and she roughly pulls me into her arms. Her hands caress my back and then move to my ass. She grinds her pussy into mine. Then she pulls my head close to her and kisses me. I feel her lips pressed against mine, then I feel her tongue against my lips. I open my mouth slightly and feel her passionate kiss just sear through me. Her incredibly beautiful, soft lips against mine. This is the most erotic kiss I have ever had. My nipples are so hard that they ache and I can feel my juices soaking through my panties and running down my legs wetting the tops of my stockings. All I can think about now is having her red lips sucking at my breast. My hands move up the side of her soft body and start to caress her breasts as if they have a mind of their own. Everyone around us has stopped dancing and are just watching us. I don’t care what anyone thinks and I just enjoy having her take control of my body. I break my lips from hers and I softly ask “Can we leave now?” Because I now know for sure that for the first time in my life that I want to press my lips to a woman’s pussy and savor her juices!

Karina laughs and says “You are so pretty when you beg.” Then says “Yes, it’s time to go, for it’s time for you to eat your first pussy. Mine!”

She grabs my hand and pulls me from the dance floor to our table. We gather our things and start to leave. Two more guys come up and say that it looks like we need a couple of men right now. She laughs says “That pussy belongs to me from now on and there will never be another dick in it again.”

I almost pass out right then as I have an orgasm standing there. She heads for the door still holding my hand and I stumble after her. My legs are so weak after coming standing up, that I have trouble keeping up but she just keeps going. She leads me to her car and tells me that we are going to her apartment.

At her car she pushes me up against the car and tells me to take off my panties. I start to look around and she softly slaps my face and tells me that I must obey her immediately. I start shaking as I pull my skirt up. I have difficultly doing this with this skirt as it is so tight. Karina sternly says “I mean NOW!” I almost rip it but got my skirt up and started pushing my panties down my legs. They are so wet that the crotch has slipped up into my slit and was sticking to my clit. I work them over my hips and down my legs. They slip to the ground and as I bend over to pick them up, she grabs my head and pulls it to her crotch. Karina says “Take a deep breath and smell my fragrance.” I breathe deeply and my mouth starts to water at the smell of her scent. She releases me and I slowly straighten up. She looks me in the eyes and firmly says “Take off your bra.”

This time I do not hesitate but unbutton my blouse while looking into her eyes. I feel that I could drown in them. I slip my top off and she takes it from my hand. Then I unfasten the front clasp on the bra and let my beasts fall free. My nipples harden even more when they become exposed to the cool night air. My hands unconsciously reach up to cover them and she smacks my hands. I silently hand her my bra and she passes me my blouse. I slip it on and start to button it then she states “Just tie it.” I do as she says and just tie the ends. Karina orders “Get in the car.” We ride together in her car, in silence. Her fingers rest on my thigh as she drive, lightly caressing my trembling flesh.

At the front door she stops before opening it to kiss me lightly, and tells me “You look beautiful with the light of a full moon shining on your face.” I tell her “You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen.” With that said, she opens the door and leads me inside her apartment. We go into her bedroom and I sit on the bed as she goes into the kitchen to get us something to drink. Karina walks back into the room with two glasses of wine, sets them on the table and sits next to me on the bed.

Karina stares into my eyes as her fingers lightly stroke my knee and thigh. Suddenly out of nowhere she holds up my panties to her nose and sniffs them. She places them under my nose and tells me to smell them. I breathe in the scent of my sex. Karina smiles and states, “I am the reason that they smell so sweet.” She drops the panties and pulls my head to her and again our lips meet. She kisses me hard, her tongue diving through my lips seeking out mine. My hands shake as I slowly reach out and run them excitedly over her body, slip them under her shirt, drifting towards her breasts. Her fingers push my skirt up around my waist and for the first time she makes contact with my pussy. We continue to kiss on the bed, then Karina says “Remove the rest of your clothes.”

Within seconds I am standing there naked in front of her. I force myself not to cover myself with my hands. Karina sits there and looks at me. She tells “Slowly turn around. I want to see your ass.” I blush, but do as she commands. She stands up and orders “Undress me!” My hands tremble as they unbutton her blouse and slip it off her shoulders. My fingers lightly caress her skin as I lower it down her arms. As I reach around to unclasp her bra my breasts rub against hers. The lace of her bra feels rough on my nipples. I slip the bra off her shoulders and expose her gorgeous breasts. I marvel at their beauty. I then kneel down and unzip her leather boots. I smell the combination of sweat and leather. The aroma causes my pussy juices to leak onto the floor. I then reach up and slip my hands under her skirt to pull her stockings down. I caress her soft legs as I remove them. I unzip her skirt and lower it to the floor. I find myself staring at her cunt.

She wasn’t wearing panties. Her smell is filling the room. I look up into her face and she is smiling down at me. Karina tells me “This is where you belong, at my feet, naked.”

I stand up and lean towards her. She kisses me again and then moves from my mouth to my neck and ears and I moan out load. The smell of sex hangs in the air as we passionately kiss and fondle each other, our excitement ever rising.

She kisses her way down my body, stopping at my swollen nipples to bite and tease them. My hands move to her hair and I slowly stroked her head as she makes love to my breasts. She starts to move lower, and I moan my approval when she reaches my pussy. Her eyes are looking up at mine as she parts my lips and lowers her mouth to my wet, swollen cunt. I gasp when her tongue penetrates me and she devours me, trying to consume my every drop. I begin to quake and shudder until I explode in the most powerful orgasm I have ever experienced. I almost fall over, but steady myself.

My body still hypersensitive, she slowly stands up running her hands up my body and I shiver at her touch. She kisses me again, allowing me to taste myself on her lips.

Karina smiles and says, “It’s your turn to worship at my hot wet pussy.” She lies back onto the bed pulling me on top of her. My lips kiss her neck and slowly down to her breasts. I begin to kiss her nipples, biting them lightly causing her to moan softly. I kiss her breasts, learning as I go. My hands roam over her body while I sensually suck and kiss her hard nipples. She lets out a soft moan while her hands move to my head and lovingly caresses my head. I begin to kiss my way down her body, my tongue leaving a wet trail down her tummy. I stop momentarily at her navel before slipping between her legs and slowly kissing my way to her sweet wet sex. Her legs are spread wide and I study the folds before leaning in to kiss the tuft of hair just above it.

My fingers part her lips and I inhale her scent deeply. It is sweet and I love it. I have to taste her. My mouth descends on her pussy and my tongue slips inside.

She is sweet, sour and salty all at once and I lose myself in her wetness. My tongue is everywhere while I try to inhale every drop of her juices. Her hand runs through my hair directing me to her most sensitive places. When my tongue touches her clit she moans her ardent approval. I begin to concentrate on her clit, licking and sucking it into my mouth. My fingers slip inside her pumping furiously while I continue my assault on her clit. Her legs began to shake and shudder while I lick and suck her.

Karina begins to talk to me “Yes that’s it, come on lover make me come.” she commands. Spurred on by her words my free hand moves to her breasts while my mouth devours her cunt and my other hand slides in and out of her soft wet hole. Karina continues “Yes that’s it right there, oh yes, I’m close, oh yes right there.” she yells as her body begins to quiver and shake violently. She yells my name as she explodes in a fabulous release flooding my mouth with her nectar. I continue to lick the folds of her cunt avoiding her hypersensitive clit before I slowly kiss my way up her lovely body.

I press my body against her and kiss her on the lips again, sharing the taste of her delicious juices that I have just enjoyed. “Very good.” she tells me as I nuzzle at her breast.

Karina says “You are just what I have been looking for and that you now belong to me!”

“You are to move in with me immediately. You are no longer to have contact with your old friends and family without my approval first.”

I nod my head as I suck at her breasts. She shakes me and commands, “You will answer me.” I answer, “Yes I will do as you ask.” Karina shakes me again and orders “You have no say in the matter. And I am not asking. I am telling you. You will answer with ‘Yes Mistress.’ and you will never say no.”

I answer her with “Yes Mistress.”

I know that I have found my true self with her and am ready to do what ever she wants.

I fall asleep next to her with my mouth at her breast and feeling her caress me.

My life now has meaning!

– The End –

I am not a bad person. I have told only a few lies in my life usually lies to save the hurt from other people. I live life honestly which means that sometimes I have to do without some of the things I desire. I love my husband and I don’t regret marrying him but he can’t satisfy me. He doesn’t even care to try so why should I feel bad that I had to go elsewhere to find a lover. I think all of this to myself as I am sitting in my car in front of the motel. I am trying to decide if I should go in or go home. I want so badly to go in and see him one last time, to feel him one last time. I am trying to justify my actions to myself so that I won’t have to feel so guilty. It isn’t about love, that much I know, it is about lust, pure and simple. I hardly even know this man that I have been fucking for the last month. I met him about a month ago while I was out running some errands.

I was in the supermarket doing the monthly shopping and I accidentally ran into a man while I was reading the back of a can of soup. Literally ran into him with my carriage. I was so embarrassed. After I made sure he was all right and after I proclaimed a thousand apologizes I went on with my shopping. When I left the store about an hour later it was pouring rain out. I ran to my car and put the groceries in the car as fast as I could. I got in behind the wheel of my car and turned the key to a dead car. “Shit!” I yelled to an empty car. I got out of the car again and lifted up the hood as if I knew what I was doing under there. I looked around for anything that looked broken but I didn’t even know what I was looking at. I knew how to fill the window wiper fluid and that was sadly it.

I was about to slam the hood of the car back down when I heard a man call out to me, “Ms., is there anything I can help you with?” It was the man I had run over in the grocery store. I explained my problem to him and he went in to take a look. While he was looking at the car I went back inside so that I could call my husband on the cell phone. I dialed the number for his work and I got his secretary Lisa. “Hi Lisa, it’s Jill can you please get Scott for me?” I asked her.

Lisa put me on hold for a second while she got my husband on the phone. “Hi honey what’s up?” my husband asked. I told him the situation with the car and I told him I had a man taking a look at it for me. He asked if I needed him to come and pick me up but I said no for now. I was still hoping that this man would be able to fix it. I said good bye to my husband and hung up. I got out of the car again and went to the front of the car to see it he had found anything. I listened to the possible reasons he listed off to me as to why this could be happening. I noticed his face for the first time, before when I ran him over I saw him but I was so upset with what I had done to him I really didn’t pay attention to his face. He had jet black hair, now incredibly soaked with the rain storm we were having, and light green eyes.

I couldn’t help but notice his lips too. They were very full and a very healthy shade of pink. He had a small, nicely shaped goatee on his chin and a trimmed mustache above his top lip. I felt my cheeks blushing and my body tingling just standing there with him talking about my car. I laughed a little bit louder than usual at his small attempts of humor. I felt like a jerk standing in the pouring ran with this man I didn’t even know laughing at his stupid joke that wasn’t even funny and the whole time feeling this wonderful wave of excitement just for being next to him. I called AAA and thanked the man for his help. I started to walk away to go back inside the store to wait for the tow truck. He came after me and offered to buy me a coffee while I waited. I gladly accepted so I would have a chance to spend more time with this handsome stranger.

When I went home that night I found myself laying in bed thinking about him again. Scott rolled over and started to rub my crotch gently over my underwear. I closed my eyes and imagined it was this man for whom I don’t even know his name. I moaned softly and pushed his hand harder into me to create more pressure. I felt his lips touch mine and I met his kiss with my own hungry kiss. I pushed him over on the bed and I sat up to straddle him. I reached down and tore off his t shirt. He looked at me with surprise and excitement. I tore off my own top and threw it on the floor. I sat there straddling his chest topless. I started rubbing my own breasts. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander while I touched myself letting my husband watch me. I massaged my nipples until they were hard and then I pulled on them roughly. I could feel the crotch of my underwear getting wet. I ground gently into my husbands groin letting him feel my wetness through the thin cloth of his boxers. He grabbed hold of my arms and pushed me down on the bed. He pulled off my underwear and spread my legs. He pulled his boxers down to his knees. He entered me quickly and finished just as quickly. He rolled off of me and lay there breathless. “Wow that was incredible, you are so hot.” he said to me between breaths. I just rolled over on my side of the bed and curled up under the covers. I tried to bring myself to think about my mystery lover instead of the disappointment sleeping next to me.

The next morning I stopped to get a cup of coffee before I headed to work. I stopped at this little coffee shop a couple of blocks away. I ordered a cup of black coffee and a bagel sandwich with bacon and egg. I sat there and read the newspaper while I waited for my order. I felt a hand touch my shoulder making me jump slightly. I looked up and my heart nearly fell out of my mouth, it was the man I went to sleep dreaming about last night. I smiled and said hi. He sat down next to me and we talked for a few minutes. My order was ready so I paid and started to leave the restaurant. I turned to him and said goodbye.

As I walked out the restaurant I could feel my own excitement radiating off of me. I turned back to him and I asked him to walk me to my car. He did without hesitation. We got outside and I said to him “I am going to be honest with you, I am married and I love my husband but I am incredibly attracted to you.” He looked at me for a minute and then kissed me on the lip very gently sliding his tongue between my lips letting it slide over my tongue. He pulled away. “I want you too.” he said to me. I took out my cell phone and I called work. I told them I wouldn’t be in today something came up. I told him to get in his car and drive to a place where we can be together. We pulled out of the parking lot with him being the leader. In my car driving to a place to make love to a stranger was the thought I tried to keep out of my mind instead trying to focus on his touch. After a few miles he pulled into this small motel and parked in front of the managers office. I parked a few rows down and watched for him to come out.

I sat there glad for the time to try and pull myself together. I was so nervous and yet still so turned on. I followed him to the room. As soon as the door shut we were on each other like animals ripping and tearing each others clothes off. Heavy breathing could be heard through passionate, hungry kisses. He pushed me down on the bed and entered me. I was so excited for him that I needed no foreplay to orgasm this time, I just needed him inside of me. He reached down and grabbed a hold of my nipples. He pumped faster and squeezed hard on my nipples as he came inside of me. I cried out in pain and excitement as I also reached orgasm. He pulled out of me and laid down next to me on the bed. I lay there breathless and amazed. I start to get up off the bed and he grabs hold of my wrist. “Where are you going?” he asks. I look down at him and tell him I should go. I start walking around the room collecting my clothes. Inside I feel this horrible guilt creeping up.

He gets off of the bed and comes to me. He lifts my chin up with his hand so he can look into my eyes, “Tell me what’s wrong.” he says. As I am starting to get dressed I tell him that I am married and that I just committed adultery so of course I feel incredibly guilty about having to go home and lie to my husband about my day. He asks me why I wanted this to happen in the first place if I was only going to regret it in the end. I had no answer for him. All I knew is that I was still very turned on by this man that I didn’t even know. “I think you needed to feel loved and appreciated. I think you needed to feel sexy.” he leans over and kisses my lips,

“I think you are sexy and beautiful. You shouldn’t feel guilty about having to fulfill a need that your husband can’t fill for you.” He kisses me again on the lips deeper this time sliding is tongue in to my mouth. He kisses me slowly exploring my mouth with his tongue, sliding his hands over my body. I feel my body come alive again. I don’t want to leave this room. I don’t want to leave this feeling. I surrender to it letting him have complete control of me. I let him slowly remove my clothes from my body again. I melt with every kiss and every caress on the most sensitive places on my body. I arch my chest up to his lips wanting him to kiss my nipples. He takes hold of my breast gently with his hand and licks around the nipple several times, at first he goes very slowly and increases speed with every turn around. Then when my nipple is very hard he takes it in his mouth like a piece of candy sucking it slow and steady. With his other hand he is massaging my other breast, flicking the nipple with his thumb. He lets go of my nipple and goes to my neck. He kisses very soft kisses along the base of my neck letting his tongue trail along with every touch of his lips.

He walks me over to the front of the bed and stands me in front of the mirror. He kisses all a round my neck until he is standing behind me. I watch him in the mirror as he kisses my neck and massages my breasts. I got more turned on than I ever imagined watching him touch my body. I watch as his hand slides down my body and between my legs. I spread my legs wider for him propping one leg up on the end of the bed giving him wider access. I lean back to kiss him on the lips as he runs his hand through my bush. My tongue enters his mouth as he slide three fingers into me. I gasp in pleasure as he begins fucking me with his fingers. I let my body rock with the motion as I watch his fingers slide into the hair and between the lips of my pussy. I grab my own nipples rolling them between my fingertips. He follows his kisses all the way down my back, running a tongue along my ass crack and to the bottom of my butt cheeks. He crawls around to the front of me and has me sit down on the bed. He kisses me on the lips again sliding his tongue over my bottom lip and nipping at my lips with his teeth.

Smiling at me as he asks me to lay back on the bed. I do as he asks and he guides me by lifting up my legs to the end of the mattress and spreading my legs open in front of him. He spreads my pussy lips open with his fingers and I feel a shot of hot electricity as he tongue touches my clit.. He lets his tongue do a little exploring before settling on my clit flicking it and sucking on it gently. I had never felt a sensation so intense before. I didn’t know how to handle the emotions inside of me. My hips started to buck up to meet his tongue. I reached down and ran my hands through his hair pushing his face down harder into my crotch. He sucked harder on my clit and slammed four fingers into my dripping hot pussy. I felt something inside of me explode and I felt dizzy, lightheaded all at the same time. I was making a sound that almost sounded like I was singing. He kept sucking on my clit long after the singing stopped. He stopped suddenly and came up to me on the bed, he brushed away the sweaty hair clung to my forehead and kissed me.

I tasted myself on his breath and I pull him hard to me. I kiss him deeply. I licked his lips with my tongue tasting myself all over his face. We kept kissing each other. I wrapped my legs around his waist and reached down between us. I wrapped my hand around his hard cock and guided it inside of me. He sat up and lifted my legs up so that my ankles were around his neck. He stated slamming into me hard and fast. I moved my hips to the rhythm of his fucking as we met he slammed into me harder.

He grabbed a hold of my hips and kept pounding into me. I had never been fucked with such intensity. He came hard inside of me but still kept up his rhythm until I came. We separated on the bed both tired and sweaty but satisfied. After a few minutes we got up off the bed. We didn’t say a word as we went through the room collecting our clothes. Once we were dressed I went to him and kissed him on the lips. He grabbed a hold of me and hugged me for a minute. He walked out together and he gave me his cell phone number. “Call me whenever you want me, no strings attached.” He kissed me on the cheek and walked to his car. I walked to my car and got inside. I sat there for a minute and then I opened my purse to find a hiding place for his number. Just before I put his number away in its spot I looked at it and realized for the first time since meeting this mystery man that I didn’t even know his name until this moment. On the piece of paper it said Paul and his number. I put it away and then I drove home.

Once I got home I immediately jumped into the shower so I could wash all of my days activities away. I got out of the shower I went into the bedroom to get clothes. I jumped with surprise when I saw Scott sitting on the bed waiting for me. “Jesus, you scared the shit out of me! What are you doing home so early?” I ask him. He gets up from the bed and walks towards me. “I called you a work today to see if you wanted to have lunch with me but they told me you weren’t in . They told me you called out sick today.”

He kept walking towards me until we were backed up against the wall. I tried to keep my cool while thinking of an explanation, “I decided on my way to work to take the day off so I just hung out and did some shopping.” I said looking him straight in the eye. “That’s what I figured, but I wish you had called me because I was worried about you when I heard you called out sick.” he said to me looking back at me and I saw a look creep into his eyes that made my heart hurt, I saw concern and I saw love. “I tried to call you a few times today and you didn’t answer. I was getting worried so I came home early.” he explained to me. I reached for him and hugged him. He wrapped his arms around me and returned the hug squeezing alittle tighter than needed.

My eyes welled up with tears that he thought were love for him but inside I felt guiltier than ever. Instead of confessing my sins I went to him and took him in my arms again. We held each other for a long time. Finally after several minutes he pulled away from me and told me to get dressed. He told me to wear something really nice because he was taking me out to dinner someplace fancy tonight. I smiled and kissed him on the lips. He sat down on the bed while I went into the closet to find something to wear. He watched me closely as I got dressed. I finally couldn’t take it anymore and asked him why he was watching me? His reply was because he liked looking at my body and he liked watching me move. I looked down at his crotch and saw a pitched tent. He reached down and unzipped his pants “How about you suck me off before dinner?” He asked me with a pleading look on his face. I walked over to him and got down on my knees in front of him.

Right now I was feeling so guilty that I think he could of had pretty much anything he asked for. I took him in my mouth and sucked the same way he fucked me, hard and fast. He came quickly. I swallowed with a grimace, got up and went into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and rinsed with mouthwash. When I came out of the bathroom he was on his way out of the bedroom. He looked back at me and told me he would be waiting downstairs. I finished getting dressed deciding to put on my sexy black velvet dress and black heels. I redid my make up and hair. I went downstairs and Scott was just hanging up the phone. I asked him who he was talking to and he told me just the restaurant making reservations. I watched his face and I could always tell when my husband lied to me, this was one of those time. I let it go though and smiled as I walked towards the door. We went out that night and had a good time together. When we got home I was slightly buzzed from the wine. I let Scott take me to bed where we made love and I for the first time in a long time had an orgasm with him. I fell asleep in his arms and dreamt about Paul the whole night.

In the morning when I woke up Scott was already gone. I looked over at the alarm clock and saw that it was still really early. I got up and started getting ready for work. I called Scott on the cell phone to see where he was and it turned out he had an early morning meeting he was getting ready for. We bid our love for each other and hung up. I then called the other cell phone number I had been dying to call since yesterday afternoon, but I got a voice mail. I hung up without leaving a message. While I was driving to work my cell phone rang. I picked it up and looked at the number on the screen and my heart leaped up in my throat as I saw it was Paul’s cell phone number. I pressed the answer button and said hello. “Hey beautiful, how are you this morning?” the voice on the other end of the phone asked. I couldn’t help smiling like a fool “I feel great actually better than I have felt in a long time. You?’ I replied back. “I feel great too but I have this one problem..” he said, “I miss you very much.”

All I could manage to do was giggle like a teenaged girl. I felt like an idiot, but I couldn’t help it. “Meet me.” he said. I couldn’t meet him now I thought today I have to go to work. “No I can’t right now even though I really want to but I have to go to work today.” I said with great disappointment. Then I had an idea ” I have lunch from noon to 1:30pm today and there is a motel right down the street.” He loved that idea. So it was set and that is how it continues today. I look forward to coming here everyday. I love that we don’t know hardly anything about each other. I love the way he touches me and I definitely love having 2 or 3 orgasms every day before I go back to work but things have changed in the last few hours this day. I haven’t been feeling well so just on a chance I took a pregnancy test and it came back positive. Now the dilemma I am facing is whose is it? I never thought that would be a question I would need to ask myself.

Obviously I will tell my husband it is his because even though I like the non relationship Paul and I have I don’t love him, I lust him. So I sit here in my car deciding if I should even go in and feel what it is like to be a sexy satisfied woman one more time or just drive away and forget about him. As I am sitting there thinking of what to do there is a knock on the car window I look up startled to see Paul standing there looking at me. I roll down the window and tell him that I can’t stay today something has come up. “I’ll call you on your cell later.” I say to him as I start up my car. I drive out of the parking lot leaving him standing there watching me. As I am driving down the road my cell rings. I answer it and it is Paul. “I know something is wrong.” he said “I don’t pretend to know what it is but if you want to tell me I am listening.” I thank him but tell him that I am fine just that something came up today. “Ok well since that is the case there is something I want to talk to you about” he says to me his voice sounding lighter and happier now.

I listen to him speak with growing dread. “I just was thinking about you while I was waiting for you, well actually I think about you all the time.” he confesses “Well anyway I don’t know how you feel about me but I have fallen in love with over these past few weeks. That is why ….” I didn’t let him finish as I hung up the phone. I shut it off and throw it in the backseat. I wipe the tears from my cheeks as I drove home. I pull in my driveway a few minutes later and turn off the car. I sat there for a longtime crying. I cried because of the way I have disrespected my husband, I cried because in a different life I would of gladly accepted Paul’s love for me and I cried because I was pregnant with a child whose father I didn’t know. When at last I had no more tears left in me I pulled myself out of the car and went into the house.

A few minutes later Scott pulled into the driveway and I prepared myself for the news I was about to tell him. He came in the door and I waited for him to come into the kitchen. He walked in and saw me sitting at the table waiting for him. I said hi to him and asked him to come sit at the table with me. He did as I asked looking at me with questioning eyes.. He sits down and I take his hands in mine, look up at him and say “Honey I am pregnant.” I am waiting for him to be happy and hug me but instead he pulls away from me. I feel scared, his eyes are stranger than I have ever seen them. ” I have something to tell you too” he said quietly. He got up and went to his briefcase and pulled out a large envelope. He brought it over to the table and handed it to me. I opened it up and pulled out a doctors form. I began reading it and my heart nearly stopped as I read that my husband was infertile. I looked up at him shocked and speechless. “Look at the rest of the envelope” he said. I pulled out the rest of the papers and saw they were pictures. I scanned the pictures and threw them down on the table. A copy of a check fell out of the pile of pictures. I picked it up and saw that it was for one thousand dollars written out to a Paul Mcneil. I got up quickly and went to the sink. I wanted to throw up. My mind was spinning was to what I should say to my husband now. He came up behind me and started talking to me, “I found out I was infertile a month ago. I was devastated because I knew how much you wanted kids, how much we both want kids. I didn’t want to tell you, I was so ashamed. Then one day I was thinking and came up with an idea. We were in the park and I noticed how other men looked at you. I hired a man that I felt had promising qualities that I would like in our child. I hired him to seduce you and impregnate you. I didn’t think it was going to be as easy as it was but…” I no longer heard what he was saying. I looked up at him in total shock, my body had gone cold “You are lying.” I said in choked sobs that were threatening to take over.

“No honey, I swear to you I hired a man to fuck you and get you pregnant. I wanted to pass it off as my own child and never tell you but just now when you told me I suddenly hated you. I know that sounds crazy since I set you up but I guess I was hoping you wouldn’t fall for it.” I slapped him across the face hard as I could. Shock ran across his eyes. He grabbed my wrist and twisted it behind my back. “You want to be a fucking slut? You want to fuck every man that walks by you? I watched you with this man. I watched him fuck you every time.” he was yelling at me as he was pulling me up towards the stairs. I was trying to fight him but he grabbed a hold of my hair as he twisted my arm tighter causing me pain. I walked up the stairs listening to him yell at me. “You are such a fucking bitch. You fuck some other guy and have the balls to come home to me and lie in my face.

I really thought I could handle it but I think what killed it was you liked it to damn much!” He pushed me into the room. He pushed me away from him and ordered me to strip. I was crying really hard and I shook my head no. He slapped me across the face and yelled again for me to strip. “Take your fucking clothes off you nasty filthy fucking whore.” he screamed. I quickly took off my clothes and dropped them in a pile on the floor. I tried to cover myself up with my hands. He walked over to me and told me to shut the fuck up. I tried so hard to stop crying but I couldn’t. He slapped me again, hard making me spin around in a half circle. “Get on the bed.” he ordered in an angry voice. I got on the bed and laid down as he instructed me to. I had never seen him like this and I was scared of what else he might do. I laid on my back with hands and feet spread out. He quickly tied me very tightly to all four corners of the bed posts. I cried in pain of the ropes cutting into my skin and I cried in fear of my husband. I begged him to please let me go. He put a gag around my lips to prevent me from speaking anymore. I laid there on my very own bed defenseless. He walked in circles around the bed looking at me like a hungry wolf.

He reached down and grabbed a hold of my nipple and gave it a hard twist. My eyes widened in pain and tears continued to leak from my eyes. He started talking to me again. “You hurt me so I am going to give you alittle pay back. I know that part of this is my fault, I know that but I wasn’t thinking straight. I never imagined you would enjoy it so much. I know I am a bad lover. I know that….”he started getting hysterical and trailing off in his thoughts. He continued ranting and circling me as he removed his clothes. When he was finally naked he stopped circling me and stood right in front of me. He grabbed a hold of his cock and started stroking it. He laughed “I am going to show you the kind of lover I can be and you will be apologizing to me for the rest of your fucking life you stupid bitch.” He went to the end of the bed and untied my legs. He bent my legs up and he slapped a hand down against my pussy lips. He slapped hard and the pain of the slap rippled through my body. Craziness must have taken over because I was tied to a bed, gagged and threatened by my own husband but my pussy was soaking wet. He felt the wetness and laughed out loud. He slapped my pussy again and pinched the lips hard with his fingertips. “You fucking sick whore. You are fucking turned on by this?” he said without expecting a reply.

He lifted my legs up high and I could feel his cock pushing against my ass cheeks. With one of his hands he opened my cheeks and rammed his cock hard into my ass. I felt pain and cried out behind my gag. He laughed at me and started fucking my ass. “Does this turn you on bitch?” My eyes welled up with tears in the pain he was causing me but as he kept fucking I tried to relax as much as I could so my ass would open up for him. I felt myself open up wider and the pain stopped almost entirely. He was inside me grunting like an animal. He reached up and grabbed my tits again and squeezed both of them, pulling on them as he fucked me. The pain was extraordinary but something about it felt good too. He pulled his cock out of my ass suddenly and pushed it into my pussy. He fucked me hard slamming into my body. I looked up at him while he was inside of me, his eyes were closed and I heard him moaning softly. He grabbed my hips and squeezed the skin with his fists.

He squeezed tighter and tighter until I thought I was going to pass out. Finally I felt his body shudder and his grip released. He got off the bed and went around the bed and untied me. He grabbed me by the hair and lifted me off of the bed. He dragged me over to the closet. He reached in the closet and pulled out his black leather belt. I still had my gag on so I couldn’t scream but the fear of the pain I was about to feel terrified me. He pulled me over to the edge of the bed and pushed me down. He told me to get on my knees. I moved to slowly for him because he slapped the back of my leg with the belt. I moved quickly to get into position. I felt the first hard slap of leather against my skin and threw up. I had to pull my gag off with my hand or I would have choked on it. I heard dead silence behind me which was scarier than the laughing. Slap after slap of the leather belt against my ass with no sound coming out of him at all. I tried not to cry because I didn’t want to provoke him but finally when the pain became too much I started sobbing. No words were said by him as he pulled me up off of the bed and brought me into the bathroom.

He started a bath and lifted me into it. The warm water against my bruises stung badly and made me cry out. I couldn’t look at him as he sat next to the bathtub and washed me. When he was done he helped me out of the shower and dried me off. A trickle of blood ran down my leg and I didn’t know if it was from the anal fuck or the whipping I got. When I was free to go I walked away from him and went back into the bedroom. I wasn’t sure what had just happened. I don’t know if what my husband just did to me was rape or not. I felt dirty with the thought of it. I got a nightgown on and climbed into bed even though it was only 4 o’clock in the afternoon. I cried myself to sleep that afternoon. When I woke up later in the night he was sleeping next to me snoring softly. We never spoke of that day again.

We are still together and have a son who is 2yrs old. I never saw Paul again but I see small resemblances of him in my son. Since that one horrible day Scott and I have gone to counseling and grown much closer. I have never seen anymore evidence of that violence and insanity that I saw that day in my husband. We are also involved in sex therapy and our sex life has improved greatly. He has become the lover that I have been looking for all along.

– The End –

I was somewhat more subdued the next morning. My breasts were excruciatingly painful and when I examined them in the bathroom mirror, their appearance was shocking. Ugly blue, purple and yellow bruises virtually covered their entire surface, with a random pattern of scratches and cuts. I couldn’t bear to wear a bra. Despite selecting my loosest fitting blouse it still hurt every time I moved. My injuries as well as doubts about my safety dissuaded me from ringing the number on Melanie’s card straight away. As I slowly recovered though, my new sexual needs made calling her inevitable. I now pissed almost every time I masturbated. Sometimes I would piss into the thermos flask and then drink my piss while I climaxed. I even did it in the toilets of the library where I worked. Something that disturbed me more than my appetite for urine or the possibility of a lesbian relationship with Melanie, was that I was starting to fantasize about her hurting me. When I masturbated I would imagine her raping me violently. With all these considerations added to my normal extreme shyness it took me two weeks to work up the courage to phone her.

When I had finally breached the barriers of receptionist and private secretary, Melanie brushed aside my apologies for delay. “You have every reason for procrastination Althea. Any reluctance to submit yourself to even worse treatment than you have experienced hitherto, is quite understandable.” “E-even worse!” I stuttered. “Of course it will be worse, you silly girl,” Melanie laughed. “If I get you where no one can interfere, you will really suffer!” I couldn’t speak. A few moments of silence passed. “Well my dear, I have a client to attend to shortly. So if you can’t make up your mind what you want – I think I’ve made my position quite clear. You had better find some other way of amusing yourself.” “No! Please, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean… What do you want me to do?” I asked humbly. “That’s much better,” she replied. “What I want is for you to come to my apartment this weekend. After you have finished work on Saturday that is. Two PM the library closes I believe? And you are finished perhaps, fifteen minutes later?” “Yes Melanie,” I agreed. I was hardly surprised that she knew where and when I worked. She was obviously a woman who found out everything she wanted to know. “Hmmmm… I know that I introduced myself as Melanie, but now I think it would be more appropriate if you were to address me as Ms. Wakefield.” “Yes Ms. Wakefield.” “You will find a taxi waiting for you when you finish work.” Without waiting for a reply Ms Wakefield hung up.

Part of me hoped that the taxi would not be there when I left my work, but of course it was. Surprisingly the driver took me towards the center of town and stopped outside the entrance of an old office block. ‘Is this it?” I asked the young man. “This is where I was told to drop you off,” he confirmed. I got out of the taxi and stood bemused before the doors. The only nameplates were of companies I had never heard of. “Push the door when you hear the buzz and take the lift to the top floor,” the intercom crackled. When the dilapidated lift finally arrived at the fourteenth floor, the view that emerged through the opening doors was quite unexpected. Walls of rough stucco surrounded a small tiled floor lobby. The ceiling was constructed wooden slates set in a simple pattern. A bronze statue of a rather menacing abstract design guarded a heavy wooden door. The effect was vaguely Japanese.

This impression was reinforced when Ms. Wakefield opened the door to reveal a hall way lined with rice paper panels. She was dressed casually in faded jeans, a white T-shirt and brown leather sandals. “Good afternoon Althea,” Ms. Wakefield greeted me, motioning me inside. I heard a loud clunk as the door locked behind me. She took me by the hand and led me down the hall way. “We’ll sit outside I think. Well it’s not really outside, but you will see what I mean.” The room we came to was large, maybe fifty feet to a side. The ceiling was higher than in the hall way and illuminated by skylights. The plants, rocks and timber decking did indeed give the impression of outdoors. There was even a small pond containing water lilies and golden carp. Various doorways gave access to the rest of the apartment. Ms. Wakefield guided me to a seat made of rough cut wood and natural stone. She sat with me, still holding my hand.

I gazed around at the seemingly uncontrived beauty of the indoor garden, occasionally glancing furtively at the beauty of Ms Wakefield too. Except for the sound of water flowing from a bamboo pipe set amongst some rocks in the middle of the pond, the garden was entirely silent. It was almost impossible to imagine that a bustling city was just outside. “Your apartment is wonderful!” Ms. Wakefield smiled, “I am rather fortunate to have this level of peace and solitude without the bother of commuting for an hour. Especially the solitude.” I was very conscious of how close she was. I could smell her. I wanted to taste her. Her very large breasts were so much more prominent in her tight thin T- shirt than her previous attire.

I tried to calm myself. “M-Ms. Wakefield, can I ask you a question?” “Certainly Althea. As long as I don’t regard it as impertinent I may even answer.” With her free hand she stroked the hand she held reassuringly. “The first day, on the train; was that the first time you saw me?” “No. The first time I saw you, you were leaving a cafe on your way back to work.” “That must have been…” “Your birthday. Yes, as I subsequently discovered, if I hadn’t seen you then I may never have met you. You normally don’t leave your work at lunchtime.” “Is there anything you don’t know about me?” I asked. “Quite possibly. I only know: your full name, birth date, birth place, blood mother, father unknown, foster parents, academic history, work history, lovers none, friends one, acquaintances three, current address, past addresses and a pet cat by the name of Henry. Besides that, there is probably much I am ignorant of; but all I do know, I knew before you first saw me.” I was speechless!

After waiting patiently for some minutes Ms. Wakefield explained, “If my interest in you seems obsessive that’s simply because, I’m obsessed. From the first time I saw your… incredible beauty; I needed to have, to possess, to own you.” “I’m not so beautiful,” I protested, turning my head away self-consciously. “Your lack of vanity, indeed self-knowledge, is a good part of your appeal,” she retorted. “In any case, your opinion does not hold sway here. Have you taken note of the elegant whipping posts?” She indicated a structure close to where we were seated. I had noticed the two thick timber uprights standing unsupported and a few yards apart, but it had not occurred to me that their purpose anything other than aesthetic. Now I noticed the iron rings set the wood. Also, a trunk of dark carved wood beside one of the columns. Ms. Wakefield took hold of my chin and made me look at her. “There is nothing more beautiful than a young woman screaming!” She told me this with such immovable conviction that I could only whisper “Yes,” by way of an answer. “We need to prepare. Come with me.” She stood up and walked away. I followed.

In a white tile clad bathroom room lit dazzlingly bright with halogen lights, she cleaned me, inside and out. A large enema bag was filled three times with hot soapy water and once with plain warm water. All this liquid entered and evacuated my rectum. It was very embarrassing, especially the evacuation, which Ms. Wakefield watched intently. She admonished me not to piss while I expelled the water. This was difficult as I deliberately hadn’t emptied my bladder all day. Ms. Wakefield then shaved my vagina. She used the same cutthroat she had threatened me with at the station. I found the shaving both frightening and incredibly sexual. The blade against my cunt brought me close to orgasm. We showered together, she scrubbing us both roughly with a stiff brush and soap. She shampooed my hair and rubbed some sort of scented oil into my skin. I experienced a strange feeling of comfort in the way she attended to me. After drying me with a warm fluffy towel she combed my hair and even clipped my nails. As I waited for Ms. Wakefield to finish her own ablutions, I examined my reflection in a large heated mirror. I looked and felt more cleansed than I had ever felt before. All was fresh and tingling with renewal. My perfectly hairless vagina only added to this feeling of rebirth.

“This is going to hurt Althea. It’s going to hurt a lot. It is my hope that as well as the pain, you will experience some of the pleasure I feel when I abuse you. That is my hope; but regardless of your needs, I will have my desire fulfilled. Willing or no, you will be my bitch!” We were naked by the whipping posts. Ms. Wakefield held me close while she caressed my back. A strange contrast of feeling safe and warm in her arms, with the fear of the violence about to happen. Had I come to Ms. Wakefield for sex, possibly love, despite the pain I knew I would experience, or did I actually want to be tortured as well? I hoped I was not so perverse as to desire the latter, but to my shame my doubt continued. “Stand in the center of the posts with your back to me,” Ms. Wakefield commanded. “Look only ahead.” I obeyed, feeling frightened and excited. I heard her open the trunk. Rummaging around. The squeak of leather. Then a sound of metal. The sound of chains.

My wrists and ankles were fastened to the chains by plastic ties such as mechanics use. Only after I was secured; my arms stretched high and my legs forced wide apart, did she allow me to turn my head so she could show me the whip. A riding crop, perhaps a foot longer than the ones I’d seen the jockeys use. Made of a dark red leather, it appeared not only well used, but from an earlier time. The whip went well with the boots she was now wearing. The same boots she had worn on the train. She supported her large round breasts with a leather half cup bra, but what really completed her outfit, was a moulded leather mask. It only covered from her forehead down to the top of her cheekbones. It was just enough to add a hint of evil. She was now a sex bitch dressed in leather.

“No… please! No!” I begged. With only the balls of my feet in touch with the ground, there was nothing else I could do. I felt stupid to protest at this late stage, but I couldn’t help myself. Ms. Wakefield said nothing. She only smiled cruelly, and drew back her arm. “AAAAAAGH!” I screamed at the top of my voice as she brought the whip down across the middle of my back. The pain was shocking. It was as if I was being beaten with a length of barbed wire. Although I had feared the pain, I hadn’t imagined it would be quite as terrible. A great tearful sob escaped me. “Please, not so hard!” I pleaded, dreading the next stroke. Nothing happened. After a while I dared to look over my shoulder. She hadn’t stopped, she was just waiting with her eyes closed. Her stance wide as she ever so slowly drew the whip up and down, between the lips of her hairy vagina. Suddenly she snapped her eyes open and raised the whip again. “OOOOOWWWRRRGH!” I shrieked as she whipped me again, tearing the flesh on my shoulders. Again she paused, then quickly beat me twice across my buttocks. Another wait, longer than the first. Then she let me have it on the top of my thighs, lower back and bum again in quick succession.

Each time she whipped me my body jerked in an uncontrollable spasm. I was howling for mercy constantly, only screaming louder when the riding crop bit deep. Vainly I struggled against the chains. I don’t know how many times she beat me before she stopped and walked around to face me. Many, many times. I could feel warm blood oozing from the ragged welts in my skin. “Did you enjoy that?” she asked. “It was horrible!” I complained bitterly through my tears. “Really? If that’s the case,” she put a hand on my vagina and roughly inserted a finger, “how come you’re so wet?” I couldn’t answer. “See!” she sneered as she held her now dripping finger under my nose. “You beg me not to hurt you, but you deserve everything you get. You deserve it because you want it!”

“No!” I bawled sorrowfully, but I knew I was lying, both to Ms. Wakefield and to myself. Although the pain was horrific, my vagina would not let me conceal my deepest need. My cunt was telling me a fundamental truth; I was a worthless lesbian slut who wanted to be dominated and abused viciously. Ms. Wakefield pushed her finger into my mouth. “So what are you tasting, whore?” I felt so humiliated. I was even enjoying the flavour of my own lubrication! I was also bursting with the need to piss. She grabbed hold of both my ears and held my face nose to nose. “Tell me bitch! Tell me what you know to be true!” she whispered huskily. And suddenly despite all my fear and shame I found myself confessing, “Yes I want it! I’m a dyke bitch! I want to be your bitch! Hurt me as much as you like! Please whip me some more!” Ms. Wakefield grinned broadly. “Very good! That’s just what I want to hear. Anywhere in particular you would like me to whip you?” I froze as an image of me screaming under her whip blazed across my mind. “I… I want you to whip my tits! Please… please whip my tits and… and my cunt! Whip my tits and cunt as hard as you can!”

I thought I had screamed as loud as was humanly possible. When the whip struck my little pointy breasts, slashing right across one of my erect nipples, I howled my lungs out! “AAAAAAAAAAAGGHHH!!! This was pain on another level. Its intensity beyond anything I could have imagined, and I wanted it! I wanted more! The leather clad sex goddess in front of me enthusiastically fulfilled my desire. Her face exhibited such joy as she beat me. She was perspiring with the effort, her big round breasts jiggling up and down despite the tight support of her bra. Five hard strokes to my breasts then a vicious uppercut directly on my naked wet vagina. I lost control of my bladder and began to orgasm! My piss sprayed everywhere as Ms. Wakefield madly whipped my cunt again and again. Much of my urine sprayed on my tormentor, but she ignored it in her passion to thrash me. I was screaming and pissing and cumming like a demented slut. I was having multiple orgasms. Each time my climax began to subside, the whip hitting my clitoris started a new spasm in my cunt, which spread throughout my body. Ms. Wakefield only stopped whipping me when I ran out of piss.

Hanging exhausted in the chains it took some time for my heart beat and breathing to reach something like a normal pace. “Well Althea, you’ve made a pretty mess.” I was a mess. Blood, sweat and tears were certainly prevalent. “I don’t normally tolerate being pissed on, but considering the… provocation, I’ll let it pass for now.” She opened her razor and cut me free of the straps. My hands had lost almost all feeling. “You had better clean up though.” Ms. Wakefield indicated her urine splattered skin. “I’m very sorry Ms. Wakefield,” I apologized and immediately set to licking my piss from her whip arm. When I had finished sucking up every last drop from her gorgeous body she pointed to the floor. Great puddles of my warm yellow piss covered the bare wooden planks. I sank to my knees and began sucking my urine up from the floor. I felt like such a dirty whore! When I had completed this task I looked up to see Ms. Wakefield holding a bizarre assemblage of rubber cocks, leather belts and brass buckles.

“Help me into this,” she commanded. It was a strap-on dildo, but far more complicated than the only one I had seen at picture of. This one must have been custom made. One of the black rubber penises was huge, at least ten inches long and very fat. It was mounted on a thick triangle of brown leather. The other two dildos were a few inches shorter and not quite as thick. One was attached on the reverse side of the bottom of the triangle. The other just below it, to the lower strap. What puzzled me was a clear plastic tube only slightly above the topmost double dildo. I was unclear as to how to assist her.

The carriage was almost empty when the woman came through the connecting door. In retrospect I know she would have walked on through had it had been more crowded. I was sitting towards the back on the left side, facing forward. An old guy in a suit was several seats in front of me to the right. There was a married looking couple in their late twenties right at the front, also to the right. All were facing forward, nicely spaced. Keeping their distance, just as people usually do if they have a choice. This woman sat down with only one seat between us, on my side, facing me. Embarrassing? It’s not like she was reading a paper or something. She was barely five feet from me looking straight at my face as easily as if she had been examining the back of my head.

The worst thing about it was that there wasn’t anything wrong with what she was doing, so there was no right way of dealing with it. Oh I know there are ways. Someone else might have ignored her altogether or stared back without blinking. But they’re not me. All I could do was fidget with my skirt and pretend to see something interesting beyond her while sneaking the occasional glance at her. From these brief observations she seemed to me a very big woman, perhaps in her mid-thirties. I realised later that her true stature was merely a little larger than average. It was the imposing way in which she carried herself that gave the illusion of great size. Of course most women are large compared to my short thin body.

We came into a station and the old guy ambled off. No one else entered our carriage and as the train departed I thought the woman’s hitherto impassive face displayed the hint of a smile. I started to resent the awkward situation and looked steadily at the woman for a few seconds. Everything about her emphasized confidence. Her face had strong lines, but was still very feminine. Her hair dark reddish brown, worn long and flowing. Her posture was upright yet relaxed. Her clothing not fashionable, but of obvious quality. She wore a cream cotton blouse covered by an open tan full-length jacket. I couldn’t see her skirt because of the seat back between us, but remembered it to be dark green. I was humiliated by her superiority to me. She was obviously getting a kick out of making me feel uncomfortable. The anger I was experiencing was finally enough to give me the courage to stare at her as rudely as she stared at me. Some moments passed and then I grew puzzled. There was a tension about her that I had not noticed before. Her full lightly made up lips had parted and she seemed to be breathing rather quickly. There was a look in her eyes of almost hunger. I detected a small rhythmic movement in her left shoulder. My eyes tracked down her left arm, slanting down out of sight. She was masturbating! She was looking at me and masturbating!

Damp trembling heat flooded up from my breast to my face, but now I couldn’t look away. The audacity of what she was doing stunned me helpless. A part smile part leer spread across her face as she saw that I had realised what she was doing. She passed her tongue across her top lip and increased the energy she was directing downwards. The train rushed on through the night. After a glance over her shoulder at the couple up front her movements became more pronounced; arching her back, pushing her breasts and hips towards me. She was panting, staring, devouring me with her eyes as she masturbated furiously. Just as the train entered a section of the underground her intensity seemed close to peaking.

Another quick check of the still unaware passengers and she stood up and stepped into the aisle. I drew back, fearing she was going to touch me, but she came no closer. Instead she placed her red leather calf length boots wide apart, pressing her knees on the sides of the seats to hold herself open whilst steadying herself against the movement of the carriage. One hand gripped the hem of her wool skirt, pulling it up to give access, while the other worked frantically between her legs. I could see the bare flesh of the top of her thighs, pale in contrast to her black stocking clad legs. Most women wear pantyhose, so I particularly noticed her stockings. Unlike myself she wore the sort that don’t require a garter belt. She seemed to be glaring at me with her lips pulled back from her teeth. Then she groaned and dragged the front of her skirt up high. She was wearing no panties and I could now see her mound; a triangle of thick dark hair, surrounding but not quite covering her open, pink and very wet vagina. Her fingers stroked fiercely over her large erect clitoris and suddenly her hips gave a jerk as a powerful stream of golden fluid spurted past my shoulder. She was pissing on the floor! Pissing wildly as she climaxed! She pissed on and on, her body shaking with her orgasm. The entire time she pissed, splashing the floor behind me, her eyes where locked on me. When she had finally finished she lowered her skirt, flashed me a broad smile and walked on down the aisle, through the spreading puddle of her urine.

By the time I arrived at my small dingy flat the crotch of my panties was more than damp. I had never experienced such intense sexual arousal before. I was also rather dazed and very confused. Was I in fact, a lesbian? I had always been rather a shy, reticent woman. Even my public social life was very limited at that time. My private life, as relating to a sexual partner, was non-existent; and except for one brief and rather unsatisfying encounter had always been so. Why would a complete stranger select me as the focus for her lust? Was I really attractive? Attractive enough to take the risk of frigging over me on a train? I had trouble believing it and I checked myself in my bathroom mirror to see if it could possibly be true. A short pale thin unsophisticated woman stared back at me. Perhaps a little younger than her actual twenty two years. Blonde hair in a shortish unimaginative style. A round face contrasting a little strangely with the slender body. Pale blue eyes. A small snub nose. Not an image that attracted me, but who could tell what attracted another?

I turned from the mirror, wiping my image from mind and filling it instead with that of the masturbating woman. Her passionate face… the swell of her breasts… her hairy, pissing cunt! With shaking clumsy hands I freed my panties from the constraints of my garter belt. I pulled them down while lowering myself to the floor. After kicking one leg free of my panties I lay on my back on the cold vinyl; my skirt hitched up, my legs spread wide, my fingers frantically rubbing my wet little cunt. My orgasm was sudden, long and very powerful.

Two weeks passed, but although I used the train twice a day on every day except Sunday, I had almost given up hope of ever seeing the woman again. Though I still checked whenever someone got on or came through the interconnecting doors. It was on a Thursday when I finally spotted her standing in the doorway at the end of the carriage. My heart skipped a beat. She was looking around, but despite giving me a smile of recognition when she saw me, she went back away she had come; closing the door behind her.

I was so disappointed. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to happen between us, but it certainly wasn’t rejection. Was it because the carriage was so full? I could hardly expect her to repeat her performance with so many people about. Maybe ten minutes passed and I was just telling myself not to be so stupid as to think I could possibly mean anything to her, when she came back. My heart thumped wildly and I could feel my face go red as she walked towards me. She took a plastic shopping bag from out of the shoulder bag she was carrying and proffered it to me. I received it from her dumbly. Then she just walked away.

I didn’t dare even look inside the bag until I got home. Sitting down at the table in my small kitchen/lounge I nervously reached into the bag. Two boxes. Both oblong and around a foot long. One was thinner than the other and made of plain brown cardboard. The thicker one had a picture of a steel thermos flask on each side. Whatever was inside of them wasn’t light. I opened the smaller one. It contained a massive white vibrator! I shouldn’t have been surprised I suppose. I held it gingerly in my hand; heavy, shiny, hard and very thick. I put it down carefully, as if it might explode. I did know of such things, but felt ashamed just to touch it. I worried that someone might discover that I had it. Quite illogically of course as no one ever calls on me, but I felt as if it might somehow be illegal to have such a rude instrument. I certainly felt rude… down between my legs.

The large box contained what it advertised, a steel thermos flask. Why would she give me a…? ‘Oh my God!’ I exclaimed, as I suddenly realised what must be in the flask. I removed the cup and carefully unscrewed the cap. It was full to the brim with her warm golden piss! I quickly closed the flask, not wishing to lose its heat. I had to be naked! I almost ripped my blouse in my haste to get undressed. Only a brief examination of the vibrator was required for me to turn it on. I gasped in pleasure at the electrifying feeling on my firm little breasts. Sighing at the gentle vibrations, I ran the big electric dildo over my rapidly hardening nipples. It felt deliciously wicked! I moved the vibrator slowly down, over my tummy and round to the inside of my thigh. I was shaking with anticipation as I moved it towards to my cunt.

‘Oh fuck!’ I whispered harshly as I felt the big hard rod buzzing on my sensitive vagina. I splayed my legs wide apart and leaned back on the shabby kitchen chair. Taking the vibrator in both hands, I drew it back and forth over my open slit. It felt so good to masturbate this way. I did it like this for several minutes, my eyes closed in ecstasy. Then I remembered; the thermos flask. I reached for it. And although I was shaking in a state of nervous shock, I managed to open it with one hand. I felt as if I were hypnotized. Like I was watching myself take actions without consulting my own will. I brought the flask to my lips. I opened my mouth. I hesitated; did I really want to do this? ‘Oh yes!’ I cried to myself and poured her piss into my mouth. I was unsure of what I thought of the taste; not quite as bad as I thought it might be, but after swirling it around in my mouth for a few seconds I swallowed it anyway.

I felt so depraved. I had actually swallowed a complete stranger’s piss! The thought made my cunt so hot and I rubbed myself harder. A clear image of the woman squatting over the flask in the cramped train toilet flashed into my mind. Her pissing in it for me. I didn’t care what it tasted like; it was her piss and she had done it for me! I tipped back the flask and drank deeply, masturbating wildly as I did so. After three long swallows I paused briefly to turn the speed of the vibrator up. I sipped a little and savoured the taste in my mouth. Slightly salty with a bitter under taste that I was unfamiliar with. I guessed it was the unique taste of urine. I had to have more! I turned the vibrator up full; and drank, and drank, and came, and drank, and came, and came! My orgasm lasted until the flask was empty and my belly was full.

After each day that passed without seeing the strange woman I was disappointed, but quietly hopeful that I would see her again. I became very well acquainted with the lovely vibrator. Masturbation was fantastic with it. I even tried to penetrate myself, but it was much too large for me; or so I thought at the time. I wore out the batteries in only three days! The day finally arrived. She simply walked up and sat down beside me. A few minutes passed and I sat there dying of embarrassment, but so full of need. ‘What is your name?’ she asked me in a rich melodious voice. ‘Althea,’ I answered quietly. There was no one within twenty feet of us on the far from quiet train, but I felt as if the whole carriage were listening. ‘Althea; that is a very pretty name. And very suitable to you.’ I experienced a rush of joy at her complement. ‘My name is Melanie. Did you enjoy my urine?’ Her question made me almost choke, and I went into a short coughing fit. She had asked the question in the same casual manner as if inquiring as to whether I liked the decor on the train! ‘Well?’ Melanie asked when I had recovered somewhat. ‘Y-yes!’ I finally managed to blurt out. ‘Err… Thank you,’ I belatedly murmured. ‘You’re very welcome,’ she replied cheerfully. ‘If you would like some more, you had better follow me.’ And as the train pulled into a station she got out of her seat. I didn’t know what stop it was, or where she was going, but I didn’t even consider not following, even though I was very scared.

The ladies restroom was not entirely deserted, but after checking that we were unobserved Melanie drew me into the cubicle farthest from the entrance. I was stricken motionless by the bizarre situation. After locking the door she took my bag from my shaking hands and hung it on the door peg along with her own. Wrapping her arms around me, she pulled me tightly against her body. The sensation of her strong warm hands on my back, one running down to firmly caress my bum made me dizzy. She pushed me back against the tile wall of the toilet, pulling me up as she bent over me to make up for our unequal heights. I felt the heat of her body; her very large breasts pressing against, enveloping my small bumps.

‘Mmmmm… you are a pretty little girl!’ she whispered into my ear. ‘You can touch me too you know.’ I had been still, not daring to move. I nervously put my arms around her waist and returned her embrace. ‘That’s right,’ she murmured and encircling my slender neck with one hand she pulled my head back and kissed me passionately. Melanie’s tongue forcefully invaded my mouth, but I was soon returning her kiss with almost equal ardour. All worries about the other occupants of the toilets left my head. Hitching up both our skirts she thrust her thigh against my crotch, pulling my thigh up against her own. She rode me, kissing me hard. I could feel her moistness through her panties. I loved her tongue; breathing her hot breath desperately as she squeezed my own breath from me. As she rubbed against me she put her hand under my skirt and unfastened my garter belt. Then she roughly pulled my panties down to my knees and did the same with her own. I gasped at the pleasure of her thigh against my cunt and the feel of her hairy wetness.

After some minutes of writhing against one another Melanie broke our kiss. ‘Oh Althea you lovely bitch!’ she panted. ‘Feel how my cunt needs you!’ She took hold of my hand and pressed it to her vagina. ‘Rub me you bitch!’ I complied earnestly, amazed at the size of her clitoris and the wet heat of her slit. ‘Put your fingers into my hole and fuck me!’ she ordered. She moaned softly as I carefully inserted two fingers into her vagina. ‘More! Put more fingers in and push up hard.’ I slid in all of my fingers sans my thumb, which I used to rub her clitoris. The walls of her vagina gripped my hand as I fucked her. ‘Oh yes!’ she sighed, as she tugged at the buttons of my blouse. She unhooked my bra and feverishly cupped my right breast.

‘Owww! You’re hurting…’ She snaked an arm around my head and clamped her hand over my mouth and nose. ‘Shhhh!’ she hissed into my ear. She was digging her nails into the tender flesh of my breast. She eased the pressure a bit and whispered, ‘You wouldn’t want anyone to hear you, would you?’ She lifted her hand a little so that I could breathe and answer. ‘No,’ I whispered back. ‘Why are you hurting me?!’ I complained. Melanie’s nails were bringing tears to my eyes. ‘Because…’ she answered as she withdrew her nails, ‘I really…’ and gently stroked my injured flesh, ‘enjoy it!’ She dug her nails viciously into my left breast, clawing at my nipple with her thumb. My cry was stifled as it began and despite struggling desperately I could hardly move her grip, let alone escape.

‘You’ve stopped frigging me! Keep doing it bitch or I’ll tear your tits off!’ The threat in her quiet menacing voice terrified me even more than the pain she was inflicting. I had no idea how far she might go. I forced myself to ignore the pain and the fact that I was nearly suffocating. I began to pleasure her again. ‘Yes, that’s better.’ She moved her hips to meet my hand, her nails clawing deeper into my skin in rhythm with my hand up her cunt. She began swapping from one breast to another, and with each torture she tightened her control of my airway so that I could scream unheard. The pain was unbearable, but I couldn’t do anything but bear it.

The only other thing I was conscious of besides my pain, was Melanie’s enjoyment of what she was doing to me. She was adoring the whole experience! I could literally feel her excitement every time she hurt me. And the more she hurt me, the more she enjoyed it. Pulling cruelly at my nipples; squeezing them and twisting hard. She even began telling me, whispering into my ear how much fun it was! ‘Oh Althea, this is so wonderful! Your little tits are so beautiful. So perfectly firm and high and cone shaped. You can’t imagine how good it feels to hurt them!’ The pain went on and on. I don’t know how long she abused me for, but subjectively it lasted for hours.

Finally she whispered urgently, ‘are you ready Althea? I’m nearly… nearly there!’ Suddenly she transferred her grip to my shoulders and pushed me down. I stumbled and one of my knees collided sharply with the unyielding floor. ‘Lick me! Lick me!’ she commanded, dashing my hand aside as she grabbed hold of my hair and pulled my face against her sex. The pain in my knee was agony, but at least my poor breasts were free from torment at last. The way Melanie screwed my hair against my scull with her powerful fingers was almost gentle in comparison. I opened my mouth and tasted her cunt! Her powerful feminine odour filled my nostrils as I sucked on her womanhood. She ground her vagina against my mouth; fucking my face with her cunt. I ran my tongue over her engorged labia, around the entrance of her cunt hole, and up over her fat clitoris. The wiry hair of her thick bush tickled my nose as I licked her.

The rough concrete scraped my knees as she moved against me. Only a few moments passed and then she jammed her cunt hard into my face and I felt a hot jet of liquid hit the back of my throat. She was pissing into my mouth! My mouth was full very quickly and I swallowed most of it. She was pissing very hard and in an instant my mouth was full again. I swallowed as fast and as much as I could, trying desperately to breathe through my nose. I was almost choking in an effort to keep up. Much of her urine streamed down my chin and neck. I could feel the shudder of her orgasm as she used my mouth as her toilet. It went on and on. I could hardly believe that a woman could urinate so long, or that I could drink so much. Eventually Melanie did finish and I swallowed the last drops of her piss.

I burst into tears, sobbing my eyes out. I wasn’t sure what I thought was going to happen when I followed Melanie, but I didn’t think I would end up bruised, bleeding and raped in a public toilet. ‘There, there. It’s all over Althea.’ Melanie stroked my hair gently and made soothing noises. After pulling up her panties she assisted me to my feet and sat me down on the toilet seat. ‘I’ll be so nice to you, now that I’ve had my fun,’ she crooned. She kissed my forehead and each cheek, then my lips. Softly, lightly, gently she kissed me. Her tongue slipped slowly into my mouth. Not battering down the doors this time, but seducing her way past my lips. She didn’t seem to mind the taste of her own piss. She crouched down and held me closely, to protect me, not prevent me from escaping.

I gradually began to respond to her ministrations. She licked down my chin and neck, cleaning her remaining piss as she went. Throughout her abuse of me, my sexual feelings had not entirely disappeared. Now my desire resurged tenfold and I hung on to her. Then ever so tenderly she kissed my tormented breasts. Even the gentlest brush of her lips on my bruised and lacerated flesh was painful, but the loving care Melanie demonstrated was more than worth it. Inch by inch she cleaned the blood and piss from my tits. ‘Is that a little better?’ she asked when she had finished. ‘Yes Melanie,’ I answered shyly. ‘Good.’ Smiling she pulled my panties down past my ankles and off. She placed them in a side pocket of her jacket. Then she got down on her knees and lowered her face to my vagina. I leaned back against the cistern and parted my legs to receive her.

‘Aaaaaah!’ I moaned as I felt her tongue lick between my cunt lips. ‘Althea, I’d like to taste your urine. If you can, please piss in my mouth!’ Until then I had only been vaguely conscious of a pressure in my bladder. Bringing my attention to it seemed to immediately increase that pressure. Her words made me wild with lust and desire to urinate. She was sucking my little clitoris and running the tip of her tongue over my tiny pee hole. The idea that this gorgeous amazon goddess should want to drink my piss was astounding. I couldn’t believe that I was worthy of that honor. I panicked, suddenly wondering whether I would be able to bring myself to release. Wanting to piss so badly, but not daring to desecrate Melanie’s beautiful mouth.

All of a sudden it was beyond my control. I was pissing! I was pissing and orgasming down Melanie’s throat! And she was obviously loving it, gulping my piss down mouth full after mouth full. The sensation of pissing and coming at the same time was almost unbearably exquisite. It was as if I was ejaculating, only urine, not semen like a man. When my bladder was finally empty, Melanie quickly got up and pulled me to my feet. Hugging me tightly she sealed her lips against mine and emptied the last of my piss into my mouth. We stood there in each other’s arms, exploring each other’s mouths with our tongues and sloshing my piss back and forth between us. My urine tasted milder. Less bitter and perhaps a little less salty. When she eventually refused to take it back into her mouth I swallowed it, feeling deliciously naughty to drink my own piss.

I felt something against my neck. Something hard, cold and very sharp! I had thought I was scared before. When you are sweating and it isn’t hot; when your heart is beating so fast that you think it may rip itself apart; when you can feel your carotid artery pulsing against a steel blade and you think that the mere trembling of your body may be enough to slice it open; then, you are terrified! ‘I wouldn’t want you to misinterpret what just happened. I wouldn’t want you to think that we are in any way… equal.’ ‘Please! Please!’ was all I could whisper. ‘Good… I think you understand who is above, and who is below here.’ She held the blade against my neck for a few more seconds. I shuddered and felt weak with relief when she took it away. My relief was tempered by horror as I watched Melanie deftly fold an antique straight razor and put it in her jacket pocket.

‘Now, we had better make you a little more presentable.’ When she had dressed me and dabbed away my tears with her handkerchief, she stood back at arm’s length and examined me, as if checking the turnout of a habitually untidy daughter or niece. She nodded approvingly. Picking up her handbag, she removed an envelope and handed it to me. Then she unlocked the toilet door, and left.

Some minutes later, sitting on a platform seat, I opened the plain white envelope. It contained a short message, a business card and a fifty dollar note. “Dear Althea, thank you for a most enjoyable encounter. As you may be feeling fatigued, I have provided money for a taxi. Thank you also for your panties.” I was almost as astounded as when I saw Melanie piss on the train. Her self-confidence was somewhere beyond the point of arrogance! Also… she had known my name, before she had asked me! For an instant this last was somewhat frightening, but when I examined her business card the fear passed. I now knew who she was too. “Ms M. L. Wakefield, chartered accountant. Brownburry, Wakefield & Horton Ltd.” Surely she couldn’t mean me any real harm, despite the way she had abused me. As I rode up the escalator, feeling very conscious of the breezes wafting up under my skirt and the pain in my breasts, I caught sight of my reflection in a passing advert frame. I was grinning, like an idiot in love!

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This story really happened about 6 months ago. This is a true story that happened between my sister-in-law and me. My name is Bill I am 36 and my sister-in-law Louise is 33. I have always liked Louise and have fantasized about her a lot and have always wanted to know what it would be like to have sex with her. I have never planned to take her by force and the thought of raping her had never occurred to me before. I am really a nice guy that was caught up in a situation that happened by chance and not by any plan. Louise is an attractive woman with a great body who never would consider a sexual relationship outside her marriage. I have on occasion told her how I felt about her and she laughed it off and didn’t think I was serious about my feelings for her.

Louise works for an insurance company and my wife Mary and I purchased a series of polices from my sister-in-law’s company. My wife Mary informed me that Louise was dropping off polices for us to sign and return.

Wednesday morning at 10:00 I heard a knock on the kitchen door and I went to answer it, it was Louise I opened the door and said to her. “Hi my lovely sister-in-law how are you today.” She laughed and came in to the kitchen and said to me.” I have your insurance policies you and Mary need to review and sign and let me know when you have signed them and I will get them back to the company.” I said to her “Do you want a cup of coffee I was just going to get one for myself?” She said, “Yes I have time to sit and have a coffee.” I noticed that she looked very nice today; she had on a short dress that zipped up the back and the pastel blue color made her look hot. “I said to her you look very nice in that dress, the color looks great on you.” Louise smiled and said “Thanks for the compliment I like this color and I just bought this dress yesterday.”

Louise said “Mary told me that she bought new curtains for all the bedrooms to match the carpets that you just put in.” I said to her “We just finished putting them up last night and they really do look nice.” Louise said, “I would love to see them and see how they match everything.” I said “Sure we can go upstairs to the bedrooms and look at them if you want.” She said to me. “Let’s go.” We stood up from the table and Louise started to walk down the hall and upstairs as I followed her. I couldn’t help notice how great she looked and my cock got hard thinking about her. We went into the spare bedroom first and she looked at the curtains on the window and she said they look great they really match the new carpet. I stood in the doorway looking at her and thinking to myself I would love to make love to my pretty sister-in-law who I was really turned on thinking about her, and that someday I would try to make love to her.

We walked out of the spare bedroom and into our bedroom; Louise walked up to the curtains and said. “Wow this color really makes this room look great, the rugs and the bedspread really match.” I don’t know what came over me, but the thought of my pretty sister-in-law and me in our bedroom alone was more than I could take, I knew at this moment I wanted her. I walked up to Louise and as she was looking at the curtains I put my hands on her shoulders and said to her. “I am glad that you like them, Mary will be so happy.” Louise turned her head and my face was close to hers as I said to her. “I just want to say how lovely you look in that dress and I am turned on by how you look today”

Louise said to me. “Thank you for saying that but I think we should go back down stairs as I have to go back to work.” I think she realized that she might be in a compromising situation. I continued to look into her eyes as I slid my arms around her waist and pulled her close to me I knew that she could feel my hard cock against her ass. She tried to pull away from me, I reached up and gripped her hair and pulled her head back and kissed her lips as she struggled against me. I slid my tongue into her mouth as she tried to turn her head but I held her head in place as I kissed her lips. I reached up with my other hand and grasped the zipper on her dress and quickly unzipped her dress. She broke off the kiss and said to me. “Bill!!!!! What are you doing to me?” “Please stop now!!!!!” “Please stop.” “Please don’t do this.”

I pulled her head back harder and gripped one of her arms and held it behind her back and said to her. “Stop struggling with me now, and listen to me, be quiet and do as I tell you.” “I want you to take off your dress now.” Louise struggled some more and said to me. “Please don’t do this to me, I can’t let this happen to me now.” I said to her “Be quiet and stop struggling and do what I say, either remove your dress or I will tear it off of you” “do you understand?”

I let go of her arm and reached up and pulled the dress off of her shoulders. “Just let it drop to the floor, Do it now!!! Let your arms down to you side so that I can pull your dress off of you.” She looked at me and pleaded with me “Please Bill don’t do this to me, it is wrong and you will get into trouble if you don’t stop.” I pulled her head back and said to her. I said” let me take your dress off now and I don’t want tell you again, and I don’t want you to struggle with me again.” Louise lowered her arms and I slid the dress down off her arms and it fell to the floor. I said to her, “Step out of the dress and step out of your shoes do it now.” She took one step backward and stepped out of her shoes and the dress. I turned her around and held an arm behind her back as I said to her. “I want you to kiss me hard without any hesitation.”

I leaned over and kissed her hard and slid my tongue into her mouth as she struggled to resist my kisses. I broke off the kiss and turned her back around and pulled her arms up to her back and said to her. “I want you to walk over to the bed now” I pushed her across the room to the bed. I spun her around so she was facing me and I kissed her hard on the lips, as she fought my hard kiss I pushed her backward on the bed and quickly got on the bed and pinned her arms over her head with my knees, I then reached over into the night stand and opened the drawer and pulled out a pair of handcuffs that I had kept in there for anticipation of bondage games with Mary.

I quickly handcuffed her left wrist to the bed post Louise was struggling and pleading with me to stop.” OH God Bill!!!!!! Please stop don’t do this to me. “Let me go please! I ignored her pleas and took her right wrist and handcuffed it to the bed. She pleaded with me again. “What are you doing to me?” Please let me go! I don’t want this to happen to me it is wrong and we will both be sorry that it happened.” “Bill think about your marriage and how it will be destroyed if you do this to me.” My sister will never forgive you for this.” I got off the bed and went to the closet and pulled out my bag of other bondage equipment I had purchased. I pulled out a ball gag. “Louise saw this and said to me. “Don’t do this please!!!!!!” I went back to the bed and grabbed her hair and pulled her head back and said to her. “It is too late for me to stop, I want this to happen now I have always wanted you and I am so turned on with you I can’t stop, do you understand me, this is going to happen to you now.” “Open you mouth do it now!” She tried to turn her head but I held her head in place and said to her. “I said open you mouth now” as I pulled back on her head.

She opened her mouth and I slipped the ball gag into her mouth.” I said to her “Louise bite down on the ball hard as you can, do it now.” I buckled the ball gag in place as she continued to moan and protest what I was doing.

I got off the bed and took a blindfold out of the bag and slipped it over her eyes and fastened it into place.

I then went into the bag and took out a set of ankle restraints, as I went to put one on her left ankle, Louise started kicking her feet to keep me from tying her ankles. I then held her ankles down on the bed I then lay across her legs holding them in place I secured the loop around her left ankle and tied it to bottom bed post and pulled it tight and then looped the other restraint to her right ankle and tied that to the other bedpost pulling it tight making sure her legs were spread apart.

I then got off the bed and stood looking at my bound sister-in-law spread eagled struggling on the bed, she was twisting and moaning through the ball gag as she protested what I had done to her. I looked at her body only covered by her bra and panties and I knew that I wanted her more than anything else and that I couldn’t or wouldn’t turn back now as my rock hard cock was at full hardness. I stood at the bottom of the bed and said to her. “Louise!!! Louise! Quit struggling and let this happen I want you more than anything.” “I want your lovely naked body to make love too and to touch, kiss, caress”. “Brother-in-laws desire their sister-in-law’s and want to make love to them.” “This happens a lot, many Brother-in-Law’s end up fucking their sister-in-law and this is going happen to you, I have always wanted this to happen to you.”

Louise continued to twist and struggle on the bed, as I continued to look at my lovely sister-in-law bound and gagged and blindfolded, my head was spinning and my throat was dry; my heart was pounding as I knew what was going to happen. I was going to rape Louise and make her submit to me, I knew that she wouldn’t consent freely so I knew that I would take her by force and I was turned on by the thought that my helpless sister-in-law was tied to my bed and that I was going to rape her. I wanted this more that anything else, and my only thought was how good it would feel when I drove my I drove my hard 10″ cock into her cunt and fucked her hard.

I said to her. “Louise I am going to do this to you, you can either consent to do this and let me make love to you or I can rape you into submission.” “It is up to you which way it happens.” “Do you understand me.”? “I am going to ask you now, are you going to let this happen and make love to me.” Louise struggled and twisted on the bed as she shook her head no and moaned in the ball gag “NO! NO! NO!”

I said to her “lay here and think about it.” “I am going to take a shower and then comeback and you can decide then my sweet sister-in-law.”

I picked up my bathrobe and went into the bathroom and started taking a shower. I was so turned on knowing that I had my lovely pretty sister-in-law tied to my bed and I was going to fuck her like she had never been fucked before. The hot water sprayed on my body as I looked down at my rock hard cock and knew that I would soon be fucking my sister-in-law. I thought about all the things that had transpired I had forced her to remove her dress and I had tied her to the bed, and I knew that I was going to rape Louise; the thought of this turned me on knowing that I was finally going to get my wife’s sister and have her completely. I thought if I do this once I will want to do it again and again. I would have to rape Louise several more times, this thought turned me on, as my cock got harder.

I turned off the water and dried myself and my 10″ hard cock was still rigid as I thought about what was going to happen soon. I put on my bathrobe and walked back into my bedroom. Louise was still struggling and moaning in the gag. I walked up to the bed and crawled up between her spread eagled legs and I touched her bra covered breasts. I said to her. “Louise my lovely sister-in-law, you need to decide what is going to happen to you, let me ask you again will you do it with me willingly and make love to your hot brother-in-law.” I looked down at her as she was struggling and shook her head no several times, and moaned in the ball gag “no! No! No!” I was rubbing her breasts through her bra. I knew now that I was going to rape Louise and I wanted to do this.

I reached into the bag and took out a pair of scissors and slid them under the front of her bra and cut the tab of the bra between her breasts and then I cut each strap on her shoulder, I then pulled the bra in pieces off of her and tossed it on the floor. I looked down at her and said. “I can’t help myself Louise I want you and I am going to take you.” “You are going to be raped by me again and again” I cupped her breasts and rubbed her nipples trying to get them hard, She shook her head no and moaned into the ball gag, I then placed the scissors on the side of her panties and cut up the top and pulled her panties from her.

Louise started to twist and turn on the bed fighting the tightness of the restraints knowing I was going to take her, as she knew now that she was naked and that I was going to take her and she was going to be raped, I was extremely turned on by the sight of my naked and bound sister-in-law struggling on my bed with the restraints holding her on the bed, waiting for me to take her. I let my bathrobe slide off my body and I tossed it on the floor.

I reached down and touched her nipples and rubbed them to hardness and leaned over and kissed and sucked them as I felt her struggle I was completely turned on now and I couldn’t ever turn back I had to have Louise and take her body as mine, I didn’t care about the consequences of rape only the thought that I am taking my lovely sister-in-law. I slid my hand down to her cunt and rubbed her cunt with my hand I slid two fingers into her cunt as I started to finger fuck her as I licked and nibbled her nipples. I rubbed her cunt and found her clit, which I rubbed to hardness as she twisted and moaned on the bed.

I continued to finger fuck her as I kissed down her body to her navel, I wanted this more that anything else as I kissed and licked her navel. I kissed down the outside of her left leg to her toes, moving slowly down her leg kissing and licking her leg, I licked and sucked her toes and began to kiss up the inside of her left leg making sure that I didn’t kiss her cunt yet. Louise twisted and bucked all over the bed pulling on the restraints trying to get away. I then licked and sucked her navel and started kissing down the outside of her right leg all the way to her toes, taking my time I kissed and licked up the inside of her leg stopping to lick and kiss her lovely leg as I continued all the way up to her navel. Louise fought what I was doing to her as she screamed into the ball gag for me to let her go. I pulled my fingers out of her cunt and I slid down so that I was facing her cunt. I wanted to eat her out and taste the hot cunt juices in my mouth. I said to her “My pretty sister-in-law you are going to be eaten out by your hot brother-in-law.” I heard her plead into the gag “Please don’t I can’t let this happen to me.” “Please stop! Please stop!”

I started to I lick the lips of her cunt as she twisted on the bed trying to keep me from tongue fucking her. It was too late I held her legs down on the bed as I slid my tongue into my sister-in-law’s cunt as her body struggled on the bed. I knew now that I was raping my lovely hot sister-in-law as my head spun thinking how turned on I was doing this to her. My heart was pounding as I started to slide my tongue in and out of her cunt as I sucked her cunt as I was beside myself with desire for her and couldn’t stop if I wanted too.

My tongue found her clit, I sucked it to hardness and it grew in size from my tongue action I was giving it, She was struggling and pulling on the restraints trying to get loose. I heard Louise moan as I felt her start to relax her body. I knew that the tongue fucking I was giving her was having an effect on her. I wanted her to surrender to me, I would eat her out until I made her cum I knew that I would, because when I had eaten out Mary’s cunt she came several times and loved being eaten out. I wanted her sister to want it too from me. I continued the tongue assault on Louise’s clit and I felt her start to pump her hips up to my mouth. I felt her body shake as she came hard into my mouth I sucked her cunt juices as fast as I could as I continued to eat her cunt she came again and again. Each time I sucked her cunt dry trying to consume every bit of her cunt juices, I thought to myself; god how I want this. I knew that Louise was hot now and was ready for me to take her.

I then rose up and started kissing up her body I licked her navel and moved to her breasts which I had neglected for awhile and now I wanted to suck them for hours, but my cock was rock hard and I wanted to fuck my sister-in-law more than anything else. I reached up and undid the ball gag and kissed her lips she turned her head and said to me. “How could you do this to me, I am your wife’s sister and It is wrong for you to do this to your wife’s sister.” I said to her “Louise I have always wanted you and sooner or later this would have happened, most brother-in-law’s end up having a hot sexual relationship with their sister-in-law’s. Many brother-in-law’s end up raping their sister-in-law’s and this is what is happening to you., “Bill!!!!!! Please stop and let me go.” “I promise I will never tell anyone what happened between us.” I said to her “Louise I want you and I can’t stop now I want this hot body and now I am going to fuck you hard and fast.” “I am so turned on I can’t and won’t stop, you need to be raped and I am going to continue to rape you.”

I leaned forward and grabbed her hair and pulled it back and said to her. “I want to here you say that you want to be raped by your hot brother-in-Law, say it to me now.” “Say it!!! Say it” Louise struggled and moaned and said, “Please no!” “Don’t make me say or do it.” I pulled her head back and said to her. “I told you to say it to me!!!!! And I want to hear it from you now.””

I twisted her head back as I pinched her nipples. Louise swallowed hard and said to me in a whispering voice. “I want to be raped by my hot –brother-in-law:” “Say it loud to me again and again Louise. Louise swallowed hard again and moaned as she said to me “I want to be raped by my hot brother-in-law” “I want to be raped by my hot brother-in-law” “I want to be raped by my hot brother-in-law” “I want to be raped by my hot brother-in-law”. I said to her “That’s right baby you do want me rape you and now I am going to take your blindfold off so that you can see me fucking you.”

I removed her blindfold and said to her “I want you to look at my hard 10” cock as I slide it into your cunt. She stared at my huge cock and said to me “Please Bill don’t put that huge cock in me I won’t be able to take it in me.” I said to her “I want to here you beg me to fuck you hard and fast.” “Say it to me now over and over again as I slide my hot hard cock into you.” I placed my cock into the entrance of her cunt as I kissed her. Louise resigned herself to the fact that she knew she had to say the things I told her to say.

“Please fuck me now.” I slid my cock into her cunt as she pleaded with me.” Please fuck me with your cock I want you to fuck me hard and fast, “fuck me” “fuck me” “fuck me”

I started to fuck my sister-in-law hard and fast now the rape of my sister-in-law was complete, I would have her totally and completely. I drove my cock in and out of her hot cunt I wanted her to feel my huge cock in her fucking her like she had never been fucked before. She knew she couldn’t stop what was happening as she thrust her hips up to me trying to get more of my cock into her, I continued to drive my cock into this hot cunt. I licked and kissed her nipples as she moaned deeply.

“You like the fact that your brother-in-law is fucking you deep and you love my hot cock in you”, “you want me to rape you again and again don’t you my hot sister-in-law.” Louise knew that I wasn’t going to stop fucking her and that she was forced to say things to me that she knew I wanted to hear.

“OH god Bill!!!!!”” “Your hot cock feels so good in me I never had a cock like this in me before, but it is wrong for us to do this” “This is going to destroy our marriages” As Louise thrust her hips up to meet my penetration of my cock into her she said to me.

“I want to be raped again and again by you.” “Please take me by force and fuck me hard with your big cock” I knew she loved having a big cock in her cunt, I slid my hands under her ass and lifted her off the bed so that I could fuck her deeper. I felt the heat building up in my cock and I knew that I was going to cum deep in Louise’s cunt. I felt the cum racing to the tip of my cock as I shot a load of my hot cum deep into Louise’s cunt. I said to her “feel your hot brother-in-law’s cum filling your hot cunt my hot sister-in-law. I will do this a lot from now on.” I continued to fuck her hard as I came again and again in her cunt, as I drove my rock hard piston into her as she twisted on the bed, pulling on the restraints that held her on the bed.

I shot more cum deep into her. I wanted my hot sister-in-law to feel my hot cum going deep in her body as I continued to drive my rock hard cock into this hot cunt. I now knew that the rape of my sister-in-law was complete and that I was completely turned on by what I had done to her, and I knew that deep down that I wanted to rape her for a long time and now I had done it. I knew I would rape her again as I wanted to do other things to my hot sister-in-law, someday she would surrender completely to me and give herself to me willingly.

I collapsed on the bed as my hot cock slid out of her slick cunt, Louise just laid there with her eyes closed and her head turned away from me. I said to her “I wanted you, I am sorry that I took you this way but I knew you wouldn’t consent to do it with me.” I reached over and removed the handcuffs from her wrists and undid the restraints on her ankles. She rolled over and looked at me and said to me. “I can’t believe that you raped me and made me say all of those things I said.” “We have both destroyed our marriages by what has happened” “How am I going to face Mary knowing that her husband has fucked her sister”

I leaned over to Louise and said to her “Many brother-in-law’s fuck their sister-in-law’s and do it very discretely I wanted you and I want to do it with you in the future. I took her hair and pulled it back and kissed her hard as I thrust my tongue into her mouth and said to her. “My hot sister-in-law I wanted you and I took you, I going to have you again, you can either give yourself to me willingly or I going to rape you again. I don’t care about our marriage vows or anything else except fucking you as much as I want.”

“Do you understand me, I am going to have you again and don’t try to make me feel guilty and if you say anything I will tell Mary that you agreed to do it and came here with the idea of fucking her husband, who do you think she will believe.”

“Do you understand what I am telling you?” Louise swallowed hard as she looked into my eyes as she meekly said to me. “Yes I understand what you want from me.”

“Please!!! Don’t do it to me again. “We are going to get caught sooner or later.” I kissed her lips hard again as I pinched and rubbed her nipples and said to her. “We are going to do this again and again, no one will ever find out about it.” “You are mine now and I want you again.” “I want you to get up take a shower get dressed and go home and think about how good my 10″ cock felt in you fucking you deep and how good it will feel in the future.” I knew that Louise liked my stiff hard cock in her by the way she responded to me as I fucked her, I knew that she would someday want me to fuck her again and again.

…to be continued…

I am a grown adult now but got into bdsm, electric play, and self bondage on my own early in life with absolutely no influence from anyone else. Until posting this story to the net it has been a complete and dark secret of mine. It is a bad idea to say what exact age I started but let’s just say it was the very beginning of puberty.

I was playing with an instructional electronics kit and made a mistake involving a relay and an audio transformer and produced a square-wave ac signal. I touched the transformer output by mistake and felt a shock. The feeling immediately captured my interest so I explored further by touching two wires to various parts of my body. Fortunately, I knew enough safety to not do anything stupid like connect a circuit across the heart. After playing with feet, legs and butt cheeks i tried sticking one wire up my ass and touching the other one just on the outside. With the contact area of single bare wires being so small the sensation was instant pinpoint burning pain. I didn’t like that right away but I knew there had to be something worth further investigation.

The first step in my exploration was to go from a mistake to a serious electro shock circuit. I used a simple relay interrupter hooked up to pulse into a transformer. The frequency was too high at first and produced a tickle buzzy kind of feeling. I added a capacitor across the relay to slow it down. After playing with different values I got the frequency down to about 50hz which caused the most powerful muscle contractions. The overall sensation wasn’t strong enough so I found ways to produce more output. More batteries helped and the audio transformer was very small so I pulled a larger one out of a broken radio. That made it all too strong so I added a variable resistor adjust the output intensity.

Next, it was time to build and test various electrodes to see what they felt like. Larger surface area contacts produced less burning and more of a deeper shock than small contacts. Also, if one electrode was large and the other was small then all of the sensation of shock would come from the smaller side. It was fun to place a large foil contact on each butt cheek and cause powerful contractions. From internal anal experimentation, I found that the greatest sensitivity and muscle response was only 1/2 to 1 inch inside. I placed an electrode deep inside thinking it would be better and more sensitive but it didn’t do much even with full power. With low power there was no feeling at all and on higher settings it just produced a weird sick nauseous ache inside that made me want to throw up. It wasn’t very fun and I was worried I would damage some internal organ and abandoned the deep stuff. Back to the outer regions of the anus I discovered that two circular electrodes around the probe produced pain but not much in the way of contractions. Side-by-side contacts running front to back caused a powerful response. Using the large transformer and touching the battery to it manually for just one shock pulse caused a contraction hard enough to jerk my whole lower body around.

It is hard to remember or describe exactly what I first liked about doing this. The sensations were just so addictive. It was unexplainable but I just liked this specific kind of pain from electricity and liked it best in my anus and nowhere else. I wanted more of it and I could not be stopped. I kept getting used to the shock level and wanting a more and more powerful sensation. I started adding more batteries and an even bigger transformer. The circuit was finally capable of an output level so high I could not work up the raw nerve to turn the resistor all the way down.

Again I got used to this and after a while I got bored with all of the things I could do to myself willingly. I wanted to feel out of control and push my limits of pain so I hooked an off switch up to a wind-up mechanical timer to produce a timed shock. I would try to just lay still and take it until the timer ran out but any level of shock I could start with would become too small after a while so I had to keep reaching over and turning up the shock to get more effect. That was fixed by hooking up a second timer to the variable resistor so the intensity would start out very small and automatically build up to maximum. It was exciting because the resistor didn’t always move smoothly and sometimes there would be big sudden jumps in shock level. After I no longer needed my hands to adjust the device I started to tie myself up somewhat to pretend I was stuck in place. At first I would always test it out first briefly at maximum with the electrode in my ass and make sure I could really tolerate it full strength before I started it up. Eventually that got boring too and I wanted true surprise. I started adding an extra battery and starting the timers without knowing how strong it was going to be when the resistor reached zero. Again it was not enough because even with all the timers there was still some level of control since i could always just reach over and turn it off any time. I wanted total loss of control combined with helpless submission to an unknown amount of pain.

This was the point where it became a true twisted obsession even at such a young age. I was addicted to this exact type of anal pain and nothing else would turn me on. I didn’t even learn to masturbate until after I started playing with electricity and now I was so jaded I couldn’t pleasure myself one bit without it. Here is the kind of extreme self-bondage scene I was into less than a year after starting down this path:

I would start by hot-melt gluing a 1 1/2 inch diameter, 6-inch long dual-contact electrode into my ass so it wouldn’t fall out when I thrashed around. Hot melt glue wont stick to the inside smooth skin of the rectum but it will stick to the outer butt cheeks. I didn’t have any hair in that region yet but if I did it would have pulled it off for sure. The burning of the melted glue against my skin was like an exciting teaser for all the pain about to come. The glue kept it in there pretty good but not enough to prevent removal so I also used a harness of metal cable threaded through a hole in the end of the probe and secured with a lock.

The power source was very advanced now. It had a delayed start timer, measured shock duration timer, and automatic power level increase timer. It sat 6 feet away from the bed and locked into a desk drawer. The heavy power cable was taken from a thick outdoor extension cord and ran out and over to the bed and around a bed post several times to prevent any pulling from removing it from the shock source. From there it ran up onto the bed and into the probe in my ass. It was tied to the metal cable harness very well to prevent being pulled out of the probe. My feet were tied spread eagle to the bed posts with just a bit of slack and there was a restraint pulling one hand over my head using a combination lock and stretching out fully. I kept the other hand free to masturbate but made sure there was no way using all of my strength it could ever remove the electrode or free myself.

The room was pitch dark but there was a light on a regular wall timer set to turn on just after the session was completed. Once I closed that combination lock on my hand there was absolutely no return because I could not see the dial in the dark. Sometimes I hesitated a second or two but never failed to click that lock shut and seal my fate for the next hour.

It was an unbelievable feeling just waiting there in the dark anticipating what was about to happen. Adrenaline pumping in my veins and my heart beating fast. Counting out the seconds and listening to the muffled sound of timers ticking away in the drawer wondering when it would start. Questions dancing in my mind like how long until the power level built up to pain and exactly how much shock was i going to get this time when the resistor reached zero and let the full unrestricted shock flow into my anus? Did I set the timers right and what if the off switch didn’t work this time?

When the shock started it was always just a small tickle at first but the sexual excitement was undeniable. After about 6 minutes it went from tickle to slight pain and I started to masturbate. The charge slowly increased and the feeling was pure pleasure so strong I’d get a ringing in my ears. It was a careful timed sort of masturbation. If I came too fast then I wouldn’t get the full effect of the shock but if I waited too long the pain would get so high it would halt the pleasure dead in its tracks. After the orgasm hit me and started to fade, the shock-induced pleasure that was my friend would turn against me and become all pain without pleasure. Still, the timer on the resistor ticked down, slowly but monotonously turning up the voltage bit by bit with the occasional small jump as the resistor stuck a bit as it rotated. Just a few minutes more and it hurt so bad I twisted around in bed straining at the restraints in vain. It was no fun now, why did I do this to myself? … and it was too late to ask now. My mind racing over escape plans but nothing, I was just too thorough for my own good. I couldn’t stop it no matter what I did. My whole ass was on fire now, muscles clenching, agony ripping through my rectum. I used a homemade gag (also locked into my mouth with a metal cable) to prevent screaming out loud and would end up panting through my nostrils as fast as possible because of the pain. Still the level of shock increased and now the pain seemed to extend out from my rectum into my whole pelvis. Maybe it took my breath away so much I could not even have screamed without the gag even if I tried because I was truly gasping for air as quickly as possible just to survive. There was no way of knowing how much time was left or if the power was all the way up yet. How can you even begin to keep track of time when you are crazed senseless with so much pain. It just went on and on like that for about 40 more minutes while I cried continuous silent tears and sometimes convulsed helplessly knowing there was absolutely no escape from pain until the timer ran out and this was all my own doing.

That was the exact mental feeling I grew addicted to, being helpless in pain from my own actions and I had perfected a way of achieving it on my own any time I wanted it. When the shock timer finally finished ticking down it would turn off the shock and my body collapsed like a rag doll. Maybe a minute or two later the light timer activated and lit the room so I could see to undo the lock on my hand. It was hard to do with the pain still so strong my fingers would be weak and shaking making mistakes while trying to dial the combination. I would look down and see my whole body so dripping with sweat that I had soaked an outline of a myself into the sheet. I was prepared with water in my room to rehydrate. In a weird way I was proud that I was able to do this thing to myself like I had achieved something worthy of praise but also so embarrassing it was impossible to share with any other person.

Sleep never mattered to me, when I got the craving. Sometimes I would repeat the whole process three times in a single night. I had this unreachable fantasy of going further and forcing myself to take it in one big dose until I lost consciousness. I got aroused just picturing myself laying unconscious on the bed but still jerking around from the shocks. I never did find a way to reach that point on my own.

Eventually, I realized this path of increasing risk and pain was leading to something permanent and bad. My will to survive is strong, so I quit cold-turkey and pushed it all deep into the back of my mind. I blend in perfectly now, just another boring vanilla middle class member of the masses doing everything the same way as everyone else. Breaking out for just a second to share this once secret story with you.

– The End –

Together we knelt at the altar; the priest’s words filled the small church; the congregation of our friends and family were all there to wish us a wonderful married live together..

I couldn’t take my eyes from my darling Margie’s smiling face; she looked so beautiful; such a lovely, pure and innocent thing, and about to become my wife.

Now we were one together – man and wife.

The fairytale continued – dancing, laughing, kissing and throughout everything a pure, wonderful love for each other.

More laughter and joy and kisses as we drove from the reception amid the wishes of our friends and loved ones.

It was just two months since my marriage and I was disturbed that I had that old feeling coming back. I’d thought that my marriage would put and end to all of that. I hesitated just a moment and then excitedly walked from my car and into the men’s toilet block.

Look at the glory hole in the wall. There’s someone in the next cubicle. Stroke my cock; let him see me. Ah! Here comes his cock through the hole. Mmmmmm, it is so good to suck!

Life was so good. Married just six months, and my wife was so sweet and angelic, so pure and so loving. It seemed strange that I needed to do this other thing. My sex life with Margie was so good and yet I couldn’t help myself. I now had several men whom I met regularly for mutual sucking and fucking. I slipped into the toilet and entered the cubicle. Good! Here was my friend waiting. I quickly slipping into the cubicle with him and in a moment I was down and sucking his cock.

Tony grinned down at me and then bending closer he whispered, “I saw you with your wife the other day. Shit! I’d love to fuck that lovely little slut”.

I was stunned! I was shocked! I was outraged! I threatened and abused him as I pushed my way out of the door.

I got into the car; how could he think to speak of my beautiful innocent wife in such a way.
The day was nearly over. I’d gradually forgotten the disgust I’d felt when Tony had spoken of my wife in that way.

I lay back on the bed. Margie came back into the room and I thrilled at the sight of her in the sexy little baby-doll nightie that she now wore.

Suddenly Tony’s words came back to me – “I’d love to fuck the lovely little slut”.

I was disgusted with myself for remembering. I tried to shut the thoughts out of my mind.

Margie leaned over and kissed me. My hands slipped under her nightie and found her small, firm breasts.

Again the thought of Tony came involuntarily and unwanted into my mind. I was disgusted. The fact that I kept remembering him and what he had said seemed to degrade my lovely, innocent wife in some way. I angrily put the thought from my head.

I eased Marg’s nightie up over her tits and up around her shoulders. She is so beautiful and so pure and lovely I thought to myself. Off with her panties and I was between her naked thighs and locating my hard cock into her wet and slippery cunt.

I suddenly found myself thinking of how Tony had told me that he would love to fuck her in this very way.

I kept consciously putting the thought out of my mind, but just as soon as I did so, the thought would unconsciously come back to me.

I soon found myself quite wantonly thinking of Tony fucking Margie as I was fucking her. I realised that I was finding a perverted excitement in the thought of him fucking my lovely, darling wife.

Tony had been somewhat surprised when, the next time that we met, I had excitedly asked if he’d seen my wife again. The last time I had left him, it was with abuse, and now I was encouraging him to talk degradingly about Margie.

We discussed her in detail, and I described everything that I did to her in the marriage bed.

Things moved rapidly after that. It was only a matter of weeks later that Tony, full of enthusiasm, had suggested showing porno magazines to Marg in an attempt to corrupt her morals; he now handed me several of these for the purpose, and then asked “do you think you’d be able to get any porno photos of the slut, if I loaned you my Polaroid”.

I’d hesitated and hesitated before showing Marg the porno magazines. With her strict Catholic upbringing I was uncertain as to how she would take to them. Finally, urged on by my lust, I took the plunge and told her that I’d brought home some porno that had been doing the rounds at work. She took to them in a fashion that could only be described as lustful. I was thrilled with her response.

Perhaps it was the years of indoctrination by the nuns, which was now misfiring and having a reverse affect on her. What ever it was, the fact remains that Margie was, not only thrilled and excited by them, but was very definitely sexually stimulated into doing a great many of the things that she saw in the lewd and obscene pictures.

“How would you like to suck him”, I ventured one night as she looked through one of the magazines.

Marg giggled and I was encouraged to go further; “how would you like to be in that position with him up you like that”.

More giggles.

“I’d like to see you sucking on someone else while I was fucking you” I told her.

Margie’s response showed me that I’d found the line that marked her limits. She was happy to talk about it but she wouldn’t actually do it.

Well we’d have to work on that and see if we couldn’t move that demarcation line.

It wasn’t as easy to get Marg to pose for the photos as it had been to introduce her to the porno magazines, but nevertheless, I eventually got some good ones of her with spread legs and gaping cunt. The photos thrilled Tony. I think it showed him that I was serious in my aim to degrade my wife, and that I really would do what ever it took to set Margie up for him get to fuck her.

The first thing was for the two of them to meet and become friends. We soon had that arranged, and before long, Tony was a regular visitor at our house.

I soon told Marg that it was Tony who supplied the porno to us. The next step, which we soon achieved, was for us to start handing the porno magazines back and forth in Marg’s presence.

Next was to get Marg and Tony to be the ones to handle the porno swapping; this was easily achieved by the simple method of me working on the car and having greasy hands when Tony came for the magazines. I simply called to Marg to get the magazines for Tony, and after a brief hesitation she went and brought them out to him.

“Did you like that lot”, he asked her with a grin.

Margie flushed red with embarrassment but answered with a giggle that she did.

On a few subsequent occasions when Tony came to pick up his magazines, I would ask Marg to get them for him, and soon she started to go and get them for him without any prompting.

We let her get used to this small step before Tony, when receiving the magazines back, started to say to her things such as, “I’ll show you the pic I really like”, and proceed to flip through the magazine to a particularly obscene or explicit picture of a girl with two or three guys fucking her mouth, or cunt, or ass, or perhaps all three. “What must a girl feel like with that happening to her”, Tony would say, and Margie would always blush red.

Our next step was to get the three of us watching porno videos together. We achieved this by Tony coming one night with a video, which he said he had to return straight away. At first Marg didn’t want to watch with us, but with just a little coaxing she joined us for the viewing.

Soon, watching porno videos as a threesome became a common occurrence. It was during these porno-viewing sessions that I began to try to touch up Marg while Tony was there with us. She strenuously resisted until finally I one night got her to slip her hand into my pocket and hold onto my rock hard cock through the pocket lining. I caused her great embarrassment by telling Tony of that fact, after the video was finished.

“I really don’t know how you two can just sit there and watch all of this sexy stuff without being all over each other”, Tony commented.

The next time we sat down to watch porno, Tony set things up nicely by again saying something similar. It seemed to be all that Margie needed because this time she let me touch her tits while she slid her hand down the front of my loosened pants and onto my raging hard cock.

“Why don’t you suck me?” I whispered loudly after the video had progressed a little way.

“Shush”! Marg giggled in embarrassment.

“Are you too embarrassed with me here”, Tony laughed, and he got up and dragged his chair forward and on an angle so that we were behind him and he couldn’t see.

“There you are”, he laughed as he sat down once more, “you can go to town now”.

I unzipped my pants and let my cock out. Margie’s mouth was down over it in a moment.

“Ah, that did the trick Tony”, I laughed.

Tony twisted around to look but Marg was so busy sucking that she didn’t notice, and when she finally did see that he was watching us, she just went on lovingly sucking my cock slowly up and down its length.

“Mmmm, you look so sexy Margie”, Tony said as he got up and sat on the arm of the chair to watch us.

Margie glanced at him a couple of times but went on sucking, seemingly quite happy for him to watch her.

Tony unzipped his pants and in a moment was slowly stroking his huge hard cock. Margie now, rather than just glance at him, was watching him continually as she continued sucking on my cock.

“Oooo, hang on”, I moaned, “I’ll fill your mouth if you keep that up”.

“That’s what you usually do”, Marg giggled as she sat up.

“You can suck Tony for a while if you want to”, I said, feeling my throat going funny with the incredible lusting excitement that I was feeling.

She turned to Tony as if to ask if he wanted that too. Nothing was said as their eyes met, and the next thing Margie was sucking Tony’s fabulous cock right into her mouth.

At last! This was it!

I stripped Marg’s blouse and bra off as she sucked on Tony’s cock. She automatically moved her arms to assist. Now her skirt and panties. Ah! Here was my wife stark naked for us, and so obviously ready for us to use and fuck.

It was only a matter of weeks since that first threesome session with Tony but I could already see that I was no longer the one in control. It was Tony who made all the running now. It was he who told Margie what to do, and it was he who continually introduced Margie to ever more perverse practises.

In just three short weeks he had introduced anal fucking, the use of dildos, bondage, and even pissing.

I could see that Tony wanted my wife to be a total slut and a harlot, and Margie had so far responded to everything suggested. Even on the night that we took her, looking like a prostitute, and showed her off like a whore, she hadn’t complained. In fact, far from complaining, she had loved doing it. Of course I made no complaint either; I loved what was happening to my wife and my marriage.

At first, Margie treated the whippings as a bit of fun; “I probably won’t be able too take much” she had laughed. But the beatings had rapidly become serious and I’d been amazed at the way Margie had responded by becoming a willing participant.

During the first few whippings, Marg had endured as much as she could, but called for frequent rests before then giving Tony the go-ahead to continue. After those first couple of times, quite rapidly in fact, Marg had dispensed with those short breaks and had just clenched her teeth and taken more and more of the terrible lashings that Tony so eagerly gave her.

I’d felt embarrassed by Margie’s anguished gasps and screams, and embarrassed at letting the whippings go ahead; after all I was supposed to protect and look after my wife; but, on the couple of times that I felt that things were getting out of hand and I’d tried to intervene, it had been Margie herself who had told me to let the whipping continue.

Tony made no secret whatsoever about his love of hurting and degrading Margie; he laughed at her screams and the fiery, red welts that the whip left across her soft, pale flesh thrilled him. “Expect no mercy from me”, he had laughed, “I’ll keep hurting you as long as you can take it”.

Margie hung suspended by the ropes; she had regained consciousness now that the whipping had ceased. Tony’s lust had really taken charge this time but I’d made no attempt to stop him in his frenzied cruelty, and now, as a result, Marg’s body was red and lacerated and bleeding all over.

“Have you got any salt, or chilli powder, or anything that would sting in her wounds”, Tony casually asked. I went to the kitchen and brought both back to him. Marg was soon screaming and howling with this new pain, and we sat back smiling as we watched her writhing on the end of her supporting ropes.

I stood astride Margie’s body as I held her legs high in the air and wide apart. Tony’s clenched fists simultaneously pulled out of Marg’s greasy cunt and ass with loud slurping sounds. Margie groaned softly and smiled up at me.

“I’ve met an interesting guy on the internet”, Tony said as he again forced his fist into Marg’s ass, “he’s a Satanist and is wanting to do the sorts of things that we do with Margie, but to do it as an offering on a Satanic altar”.

“Fuck”! I exclaimed. “Sounds like a bit of a weirdo”.

“I told him all about you and Margie”, Tony continued as he slowly worked his forearm up into my wife’s anal passage. “He says that Margie, being a Catholic and married, would be his ideal, especially if you were involved as her husband”.

I felt a shiver of excitement but was that really taking things too far.

This was bizarre! John had wanted to know every detail about my marriage. He’d been thrilled to hear of Margie’s strict Catholic upbringing, and about her pure innocence that had been well and truly destroyed by Tony and myself.

I had sent him a scanned copy of our marriage certificate. He was thrilled to find out that our marriage had involved a full Nuptial Mass, and he had responded by sending back a certificate of his own making in which he asked me to vow to allow him to “perform the most disgusting, repulsive, and humiliating sex acts on my wife”; to allow her to be “subjected to the sickest, most depraved perversions imaginable”, and to allow her to be “brutalized with the most extreme and evil, Satanic torture”. He called on me to “renounce all vows taken at God’s altar”, and to replace my vows to “love, cherish and honour” with vows to “dishonour, desecrate and defile my wife with the grossest indecencies and abuse”.

I’d felt incredibly excited as I’d read through it. I logged onto my email: wife_for_sadism@hotmail.com, I hesitated for just a moment and then “signed” his document and clicked on the send button. We met John at the airport. I’m not sure what I expected but he certainly didn’t look anything to stand out as having these weird and queer ideas.

His house too, had not looked anything out of the ordinary but one look in the basement! Black walls, black ceiling, black carpet. I was sure that the altar was real marble under the black stain. Look at those crucifixes! He must have got them from churches; but look at how he’d disfigured them for his Satanic Chapel!

I realize that John had held back during those first few weeks, but now the whole scope was apparent. John wasn’t just a lone figure in this; he was a part of a network of men forming a netherworld of weird Satanic practise.

Taken to many of these Satanic Chapels! Fucked! Abused! Tortured! I knew that my darling wife would never again return home with me. The brief span of life remaining to her would alternate between unimaginable lusts and unimaginable agonies. Soon she must surely lose her mind; even then these men will keep using her “vegetable body” until that too gives up the ghost. Maybe even then their perversions will only stop when her body becomes an abomination.

Ah! Margie! I remember how pure and beautiful you were as we knelt at that more pure altar.

– The End –