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Erica: Price to Pay

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Erica slipped her key in slow and easy, mindful of the clicks and snicks as the tumblers engaged. She winced at every snick of the chambers. She turned the key, freezing as the deadbolt snapped back into the door. She twisted the handle and slowly pushed the door open. As quietly as possible, she stepped inside and then eased the door closed, holding the handle to avoid the sharp click of the latch re-engaging. She slipped off her boots, placed them carefully by the door, and tip-toed in stocking feet to the foot of the stairs. She was two steps up when the living room light snapped on. She whipped her head right, her startled eyes locking with Roger, standing with his hand on the switch by the kitchen door.

“So, you finally decided to come home? And what time do you call this?”

She fronted him out. “I’m not a little girl you know. I can stay out with my friends if I want. I was only over at Sharon’s for Tina’s send-off, as well you know. I thought you’d still be out with Dan, since he’s leaving tomorrow too.”

“Yeah, well he’s got an earlier flight and still has work to do – not like Tina, or you for that matter. You’ll still be sleeping it off while us blokes go out and earn the money to keep you in comfort. You know it’s one in the morning and I’m up at six? Don’t you have any consideration?”

“Stop being such an old man!” she snapped, “And don’t come all that ‘holier than thou’ stuff with me! You know how much I do, running around for the kids, keeping the house nice, looking after you – I deserve something nice now and again.”

Roger backtracked. “That’s not what I mean, and you know it. All I ask is for some consideration now and again.”

“Well we had a lot to talk about. We’re all getting together in May and there’s a lot to arrange.”

Roger’s ears perked up. “Wait – What? Tina and Dan are going to Louisiana. How are you getting together in May?”

She sighed. “We talked about this already. Mandy wants to go see Ed and he’s got a date in New Orleans, so we’re going down to stay with Tina. I told you!”

“Ed? Who the fuck is ‘Ed’?”

“Duhh – Ed Sheeran? Don’t you know anything? Only the hottest ticket around. We’ve been waiting for this tour all year. I told you and you said I could go.”

“I most certainly did not!”

“Did so! Last night. After we’d done it.”

“I did not!”

“OH MY GOD! You are priceless! We were in bed last night and I said we wanted to keep in touch with Tina and Dan, do the fun stuff we always did. You said, ‘suck my dick and you can do whatever the fuck you like’ – so I did, and I am.”

“WHAT!? You have to be fucking joking me right now. I’m always saying shit like that, and you never follow through. I think I also said, ‘If I can fuck your ring I’ll get you one for your finger,’ but I don’t recall your arse being on offer last night. You laughed it off like you usually do! So how come a BJ – sorry – it was more like a lick and spit – earns you a fucking trip to Louisiana?”

“And a concert,” she mumbled.

“What? What did you say?”

“I just said, we are going to a concert, like you agreed. You are unbelievable. You take what you want, and you never let me have anything. I’m going to bed.”

Roger shot forward and grabbed her hand. “Oh no you’re not. I am sick and tired of you spending money we don’t have and making out I’ve promised, or agreed, and that I’m in the wrong. It’s time for you to learn the value of money. How much is this trip going to cost?”

Erica’s eyes were downcast. “I don’t know – not much. We have Airmiles.”

“Airmiles? The same Airmiles we’re using for California next summer for Arizona’s dance contest? The same Airmiles you want to use to go to New York with Sharon for her 40th? How many fucking Airmiles do you think we have? Okay – so, you’re going to a concert too. How much is that?”

“I don’t know. Tina said $250 – that’s a deal!”

“$250?  Yeah, right. More like $350. And then there’s all the fees, taxes, and that’s US right? So, add a third for Canadian. Probably close to $600 just for the ticket. Then there’s flights. Got to be at least $500, maybe $600. And then of course there’s your shopping, fancy restaurants, cocktails. I know how you all like to show off. Probably a bunch of new clothes before you go too. Gotta be two grand, easy. Do you know how long I have to work to have two grand in my pocket, before you spend a penny of it?”

“STOP! Stop going on about money all the time, it makes you sound so cheap!”

“… I bring home about a grand a week after taxes – so what you want to spend on one trip is two weeks work for me – before we even live, fer Christ sakes!”

“SO!? I’m still going. I earned it, keeping house for you and the kids. Besides, Tina got the tickets already – I have to go now. Sharon and Mandy are going so I have to.”

“Oh you do? Well you can, but you’re going to earn the money. And since you already chose to whore out your mouth, you can pay off this trip with the rest of your body. You’ve got, what, four months? Okay – quick math – three sessions a week at $50 a session is $2000 – and I might tip you if you improve your BJ skills. And a bonus for your arse! More than generous!  So, manage that and you can go with my blessing. And you can buy whatever else you want on the same terms – cash upfront though.”

“WHAT? Did you just call me a whore? What are you saying to me?”

“I’m saying, if you want to spend our money, you can earn it. And you already said you gave me a BJ to get me to agree, which is whoring yourself out. Now, no BJ is worth $2000. So you can earn your money, and at a much better rate than I earn. And you have to do what the boss tells you. And I’m the boss. Now, you can agree, or I can cancel your cards and you can go get your own job. Your decision.”

She rolled her eyes. “I suppose you want another BJ? Is that it?”

“Oh my dear, that and SO much more. So I take it you’ll accept my generous offer?

“I don’t see I have a choice. Let’s get it over. Come on then, you pathetic loser.” She started up the stairs.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her back down the stairs. “Now that’s no way to talk to your new boss,” he snapped. “I think we need to instill some discipline before we do anything else.”

He stepped back to the sofa, dragging her forward, then sat and tugged her over his lap in one motion. She gasped as she went down. His knee winded her as she toppled forward, and she had to drop her hands to the floor to stop her fall. She felt very precarious as he hoiked a knee higher to thrust her bottom up and whipped her short skirt over her back. Her knickers were down and off before she could even react, and then Roger started to spank her bottom.

“Yeeooww!” she yelped, “What the fuck, Roger?” she kicked her legs and almost toppled sideways. Roger’s response was to wrap his arm tight around her slim waist and smack her very hard, three, four, five times each blow leaving a hand-print. Erica screamed but stopped her struggle as she realised he meant business.

Roger took her actions as acquiescence. He spanked her then in a more controlled fashion, enjoying the sensations and the delicious view. Her pussy was showing signs of life, and her tight ring winked at him as her cheeks spread when she wriggled and bucked in response to his spanks. Finally, when he judged she was subdued, he eased her off his lap.

“Are we done with the bad behaviour, hmmm?” he asked her, as she lay at his feet. “Ready to get to work?” Erica responded with a glare that could slice him in two. She shifted onto her knees and between his legs, locking eyes defiantly as she reached forward to tug down his zipper.

“Ah, not so fast, we should start the clock,” Roger chuckled as he grabbed his phone and set the timer. I think an hour to start with, given how late it is.”

“You sick, pathetic dick!” she snarled. “Are you ready now?” She made a second grab for his groin.

“I think so, but before you go there you still need to learn who’s in charge. Get up, and kneel on the sofa, face the back and spread your knees.” Elena didn’t move. “NOW!” Roger stood, tugged her to her feet and pushed her forwards.

Erica reluctantly assumed the position. She rested her arms on the low back and stuck her bum out. “Is that what you wanted? You want to fuck me doggy now you’ve spanked my poor ass?”

Roger didn’t reply. He simply slipped his belt off, doubled it over and whipped the strap smartly across her spread cheeks. Erica shrieked and lunged forwards. “Back!” he instructed.

She hesitantly resumed the position. Roger took a moment to examine the red wheal he had raised. He smiled at the perfect dissection of her cheeks, the red stripe and her deep cleft making four neat quadrants. “Ready for another?” he asked. She mumbled assent, so Roger took aim and snapped the belt down again, just below the first stripe. Erica bit off her yelp and thrust out her bottom for more. Roger happily obliged until her cheeks were reddened across their full extent. The redness now was contrasted by the whiteness of the cleft dividing her glowing moons. Roger spread her cheeks wide, eyeing her puckered ring and her weeping pussy beneath. He wet a finger in her pussy and then probed her anus, popping past the tight ring. He felt her ring gripping his finger tip, and his cock twitched still harder at the thought of having her there. But first …

Roger stepped round behind the sofa to where Erica had lain her head on the low back of the Chesterfield. He dropped his pants and underwear and offered his rigid shaft to her. She glanced into his eyes, all challenge gone and replaced wit – what? Desire? He’d not seen that look on her face for many years. She leaned forwards then, and took his cock into her mouth, rolling her tongue around the glans like it was an ice cream cone. She puckered her cheeks and sucked as she flicked her tongue round and round the fat head, then swallowed half his length as she mouth-fucked him.

Gasping, Roger pulled free before he shot his load down her throat. He had so much more to do this night. He went back around the sofa and knelt to suck her pussy and anus. He probed her with his tongue, wetting her ring. Finally he stood, bent his knees and dipped his cock into the welcoming warmth of her pussy. He gave a few deep thrusts, feeling his cock ready to burst. He pulled free then, to aim higher. Knowing his intent, she pushed her bottom outwards. She reached back and spread her cheeks, widening her ring as she did so. Roger positioned the top of his cock on her ring and pushed, pushed, pushed. Her ring resisted his assault, so he lubed her again with his fingers, lubed up his cock with saliva and tried again. This time he felt her ring spread and he was inside.

“Slowly!” gasped Erica, “It’ so big – it hurts but it’s so good!”

Roger felt Erica ease backwards onto him. He pushed forwards in response until his cock was buried halfway inside her rectum, and then he pulled back. He pulled out fully and entered her again. She yielded more easily this time, but her ring was so deliciously tight he knew he couldn’t last. He pulled out again, wanting that tightness round his cock as he slid past the constricting band of muscle. As he pushed past her ring once more, he felt his orgasm grow and his cock stiffened. His cum shot from him just as the alarm went off on his phone.

*****

The alarm was still ringing as Roger’s fuddled brain fought to stay in the moment. As he came to fully he found himself lying on the sofa. As he moved he felt a wet patch on the blanket underneath him. He lay for a moment to lock in the dream before it evaporated with the morning light. Finally he roused and made his way quietly to the bedroom to find his work clothes, careful not to rouse Erica. He needed to get in early to see his supervisor about some extra hours, but maybe tonight, he thought, I might have a stern conversation with my spendthrift wife.

Rebekkah : Adriana’s Turn 2

Continued from Rebekkah: Adriana’s Turn

Maggie signalled her to wind down the window. Adriana was eyes-locked with Maggie. She felt the fear rise once again in her chest. She felt her hand move of its own accord to depress the window button. She watched the glass descend, and then Maggie’s head was through the window. Her eyes rotated to focus on the blond fuzz at her crotch. Adriana moved to cover herself, finally, but Maggie tutted her away, so she froze, exposed to her gaze. Maggie’s hand entered then, dipped between her legs and upwards, trailing along her wet groove. She lifted her finger and stared at the wetness. Finally, she spoke.

“Well, my little cupcake, here we are again. So what do we have here? Real thing too scary for this little girl, was it? But all alone, out here, the excitement got the better of you, hmmm?” Maggie trailed her finger along Adriana’s thighs, up and down, from knee to crotch. As she reached the juncture of her thighs, she pushed downwards, sliding a finger over her clit and along the moist groove. Adriana gasped, still too terrified to move as this dominant cowed her.

“Seems like that little episode with my ex-boyfriend and your slutty little friends got you all excited, didn’t it?” She punctuated her question by popping a fingertip inside, swirling in her juices.

Adriana gasped, and stammered, “I – I just, I don’t know …”

“Shhh, don’t make it worse,” she whispered, still probing her slit. “You know, I just whipped your bitchy friend Sarah raw before I found you here. Whipped her ass so hard with that riding crop you were trying to hide from me. She was screaming – almost came right there as I striped her arse. That bitch Rebekkah was gaging for me to whip her. I bet they’re back there now, whipping each other and fucking Josh. And here you are, wanking all alone. Too cowardly to join in with the big girls.”

Adriana had started to sob softly. The frustration, fear, anger, anxiety – all became too much. Maggie stopped her fingering and slapped her cheek again. “Shut that snivelling right now,” she snarled. “You three are all as bad as each other. You all probably trapped Josh in there with you, torturing him for your own pleasure, yet you didn’t have the balls to stand up and take your share of the blame. Well now, now’s your chance. I’m gonna whip your ass just like I did your friend. I’m sure you’ll love it just as much as she did. But first, I’m going to spank you like the little girl you are. Flip over – NOW!”

Terrified, Adriana quickly flipped herself over on the reclined seat, offering her naked cheeks for punishment. Maggie opened the door and leaned into the car, kneeling on the sill. She placed her hands on Adriana’s cheeks and eased them apart. Adriana tensed and Maggie rewarded her with a hard double-handed slap to both cheeks. She yelped, then, and forced herself to relax. Maggie again eased her cheeks apart to examine her most secret place, teasing her there with a finger tip, pushing past the resistance to pop inside. She pulled out and then spanked Adriana with hard, regular slaps, a set to the right, a set to the left. Soon Adriana was writhing and yelping as the pain built, but Maggie took no heed and spanked her harder until her cheeks were red and blotchy. Finally she stopped.

“Get up,” she ordered. Adriana took a moment to comply, and Maggie slapped her sharply. Adriana yelped and quickly curled her legs up and twisted onto the seat. “Now, get out and go to the back door, passenger side.”

Maggie led the way, pulled open the rear passenger door and sat down. Adriana stood by the door, jeans still at mid thigh. Maggie reached for her hadn and yanked her into the car so that she fell across her lap, legs outside. Maggie reached outside to push Adriana’s jeans down to her feet and off. She then adjusted Adriana on her lap and started up her spanking once more.

It was clear to Maggie that Adriana’s buttocks had desensitized to the regular spanking, so she focused on spanking her thigh tops, and then, by hooking her knee up, on her soft inner-thighs. Adriana was now screaming blue murder, so Maggie grabbed up her discarded jeans, pulled out her moist knickers and thrust them into her mouth as a gag. She then pulled her thighs wide apart and slapped her four, five, six times along the length of her sex. She then rubbed vigorously, rotating over her clit until Adriana spat out the knickers and screamed through the intensity of her roughly gained orgasm.

Maggie stroked her burning cheeks and rubbed her fingers up and down her super-sensitised sex, making her jerk and twitch as she came down. “Well now, seems you do like it just as rough as your friends. So I will give you a choice. If you want more, and you want to say thank you to me properly for not running you all in to the station, you can pull yourself together and follow me back to my place. Or, you can take yourself off home and wank yourself silly as you imagine what might have been.”

Maggie eased Adriana off her lap, and got out of the car. She walked slowly back to her patrol car, looking back to Adriana as she opened the door and sat down. She started the engine. Adriana stared at her through the windshield, naked from the waist down, standing on the snowy roadside. As Maggie turned the wheel to pull out, Adriana dashed to her own driver’s seat. Maggie was a hundred yards ahead as Adriana fired up the engine and spat gravel, desperate not to lose sight of the car ahead.

The full story starts HERE

 

Rebekkah : Adriana’s Turn

Continued from Rebekkah:Pay the Piper. Go back to the beginning HERE

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Adriana had tiptoed from the bedroom thanks to the distraction provided by Sarah and Rebekkah. Once outside she’d dived for her car, started up and slammed it into reverse almost in one movement. She shot backwards, narrowly missing Maggie’s cruiser parked by the gate. She clipped the fence post, though, and took out the mailbox. She didn’t even stop to check the damage to her car as she slammed it into drive nd fishtailed on the snow-packed gravel roadway. She sped away, sobbing and unable to see clearly.

Adriana reached the end of the private road before she knew where she was. She was forced to whip the wheel to the right to keep from shooting straight across the road and into the trees beyond. The sudden change in direction caused the rear to break free on the still-slick surface, and she fought to control the car as it snaked wildly across the road. Time slowed and every twist and turn happened in slow motion. On one snap she lost control and the car whipped round once, twice before the hard-locked wheels caught on a dry piece of pavement and the car began to slow its wild ride. The car came to rest diagonally across the two-lane road. Thoroughly shaken, she straightened the wheel and pulled the car over into a wide pull-off. She sat, gripping the wheel tightly as she fought to control her sobbing and breathing. Gradually she calmed, and she leaned back into the seat. Her hands shook as she lay her head back, closed her eyes and took deep breaths.

She eased the seatback down so that she was partly reclined, and allowed herself to relax. As she felt her breathing calm, her mind began to play back through the events of the evening. She recalled walking in to the bedroom to see her best friends fondling the very fine penis of their bound captive. Oh yes, she’d been quite impressed by him, although admittedly she didn’t have that much experience to draw on. The sight of Sarah sitting on his chest and stroking his shaft whilst Beks fondled his balls turned her n immediately. She hadn’t even realised he’d been bound at that point. But then when Rebekkah had told her how he’d attacked her, she’d been disgusted at herself for being turned on – couldn’t really understand why the girls were playing with him so. She wanted to punish him for what he’d done, what so many men would do – had done to her. But then she recalled watching Sarah smack him with the hairbrush, each hard smack leaving a white oval that flooded pink. Well, now that was a definite turn-on. She would have loved to snatch that brush from her hand and blast his hairy ass herself. She’d played around with spanking of course – so many boys wanted to do it – but this was her first time witnessing the act at first hand, and the first time seeing a boy’s ass up for punishment. She loved watching the brush snap down, the ripple and shudder of his cheeks, his swaying balls as he jerked away – so hot!

She popped the top button of her jeans as she allowed her mind to replay the spanking again and again. Her hand slid inside and downwards. She wriggled her hand down so her finger could slide along her wet groove as she recalled again his rosy, firm buttocks being smacked harder and harder, his bollocks swaying in time and his arse puckering. Oh yes! His arse! She had almost forgotten the sight of his arse plugged up with the ginger as Sarah whipped him with the strap and fingered herself.

‘Oh my God!’ she laughed to herself, ‘I so have to find me a boy to whip!’ Her finger flicked around and over her clit as she replayed her mental movie screen, the strap whipping down across his firm, taught buttocks – only this time it was she holding the strap, and he was begging her for more, his cock hard and hot beneath. And then suddenly the buttocks before her were not male – she was strapping Maggie – that cow who had slapped her and threatened her. YES! She imagined whipping Maggie now, striping her cheeks time and again, fucking her bum with the ginger in between strokes, Maggie panting and crying and groaning. Her fingers flashed quickly as she brought herself closer and closer, all the time picturing Maggie, then Josh under her strap, stroking Josh’s cock then reaming Maggie with the ginger plug. She felt herself climbing, climbing and … and …. release. Her hand slowed, but she wasn’t done yet. She wanted to probe her own bottom, imaging what the ginger might be like. She eased her jeans down past her knees so she could spread her thighs. She slicked her finger in her wetness and slid it further back, teasing at her tight hole beneath. She lifted her buttocks and then popped a finger in and rotated, sliding in and out, in and out. Boyfriends had tried to finger her bum before but she’d always stopped them, fearful of going all the way with anal – it was too scary and it had never really been her thing – but now, having watched Josh being reamed and her imaginings of doing the same to a lush female ass, she was desperate to explore.

With her middle finger she teased her tight bud, popping in and out past the muscle ring. As she did so she slipped her thumb into her pussy, then gently squeezed her thumb and finger together through the thin membrane before sliding her thumb upwards again to her clit. Back and forth she went, revelling in the new sensations until she felt her orgasm rising again. This time she rode her own anal finger as she climbed again, fucking herself as her pleasure ripped through her once more. Drained, she collapsed backwards into the seat, totally spent.

She awoke a while later, shivering in her nakedness now the car had lost its heat. She reached her hands down to grasp her jeans, about to tug them back up her thighs when her crotch was suddenly illuminated by a bright white light, followed by a rap on the window. She turned her face to the light, but it was too bright to see the person beyond. The light moved then, and she found herself looking directly into the eyes of Maggie just beyond the glass.

What will Maggie do now? What are Rebekkah and Sarah doing with Josh back at the house? Where is Nanna? So much more to cum …  

Rebekkah: Pay the Piper 1

I didn’t like the last installment ‘Tide’s Turning 2″ after I re-read, so I edited and extended to this version. I hope you like it. The original story started HERE, and this episode continues from HERE

 

“Maggie!”

“Josh!?”

“Maggie, oh thank God its you! These bitches, they …”

“They what?”

“They …”

Sarah sensed that the situation might quickly slip away from the girls. She quickly grabbed the strap and whipped it hard across Josh’s elevated rump. “They what, Josh?” she said. “They gave you what you deserved, didn’t they Josh? Remember Josh?” She whipped his cheeks again. “Remember what you asked for Josh, when you met Rebekkah?” SNAP! This time the strap cut low and wrapped around the soft flesh at the crease of his buttocks. Josh screamed at the fresh agony to his well-punished rear.

“Cut that out for a minute!” Maggie barked to Sarah. She turned back to Josh and leaned forward. “You have one minute to explain why you are ass-naked and tied to this bed, with this bunch of half-naked whores diddling their clits as you get whipped, wanked and ginger-fucked. And this better be good!”

She stared into Josh’s eyes as his mind raced for an explanation. “I – I can explain,” he stammered.

“Yeah? I’m sure you can, if I give you long enough. But I kinda like you in this position. I should have thought if this long ago. You might as well repay a few debts while you’re in the mood.” She took a step towards the foot of the bed and snatched the strap from Sarah’s hand. She eyed up her target, then returned to stand by Josh’s shoulder.

“This is for hitting on my cousin at Lou’s wedding.” She whipped the strap over her shoulder. Josh screamed as the strap whipped down on his right buttock from top to bottom, the tip biting into the tender strip at the top of his thigh. The girls saw his buttocks ripple with the impact as the leather bit deeply, then slid away, the white imprint quickly flooding with red as blood flooded the area once more.

“This one is for Karen. She told me all about the dick who tried to pick her up. Didn’t know she was a cop too, did you?” The strap whipped down on his other cheek. Josh was whimpering now.

“And this one? This is for this whole scene! This one takes the biscuit Josh! We are so through, and I guarantee, you will not be thinking about fucking anyone for a while!” She whipped back the strap and aimed dead centre. The strap snapped down the length of his cleft. The tip curled under the curve of his cheeks to plant its fiery kiss on Josh’s sac. The yowl of anguish was deafening as he slumped forward, sobbing into the pillows.

The strap hung then. Maggie give Josh one final, disdainful stare and turned her murderous glare to the three girls. “You whores! You evil, selfish, perverted whores! You just can’t keep your hands off a man, or each other, can you?”

The trio stood with mouths agape at what they’d just witnessed. Maggie stepped away from the bed and up to the girls, now grouped together for support. Sarah and Rebekkah tried to cover their nakedness, feeling vulnerably exposed in the suddenly charged atmosphere in the room. Josh, now forgotten, moaned and sobbed softly on the bed.

“Now then, ladies,” Maggie swung the strap against her palm as she spoke, “I think it’s time to pay the piper. You’ve had your fun with my man. He’s yours now. He’s a half-decent fuck, or he was at least. Maybe one of you can suck his bollocks back down and give him a trial run? Although, I suppose you already all did that, did you? How did it go then?” she pointed to Rebekkah, “You’re a cocksucker, I know that, so I bet you sucked his nuts while …” Maggie looked around, eyes resting on Sarah … “While you rode his dick, and you …” she stepped up to Adriana, “Miss Goody-Two-Shoes, you were sat on his face, rubbing your cunt up and down his bristles. Did he lick your ass? He likes that. Bit of an ass man is Josh. He’s tried to fuck my bum so many times I think he’s a closet queer. You probably made his night when you gingered his arse.” Maggie snorted a sarcastic laugh at her own joke.

The girls just stood, transfixed by this menacing woman in uniform, swinging the thick leather strap hypnotically. Adriana was on the verge of tears and the other two just clung together for security. “Well anyway, I’m sure you all got a nice taste of each other and Josh. No point denying it, from what I can see. But there is a price. There’s always a price.”

Adriana started to sob. “I had nothing to do with any of this,” she cried. “They called me, told me to come over. I’d only just got here when you arrived!” she was raising her voice now, adrenalin getting the better of her. “I had no part in getting him in here. He was already tied up when I got here. They were both playing with him, teasing him, wanking him. They were the ones getting off on this, not me. You saw them both, frigging as they played with him. And they told me he tried to rape Beks, that’s wy they had him here. That’s the only reason I stayed, to give him a taste of his own medicine. If I’d known they’d picked him up in a bar I’d never have come.”

Maggie stared as Ariana spilled her words. “Okay! New story. So, either we have a cat house here, with you two – or three – soliciting this piece of shit, or we have a little posse of vigilantes taking the law into their own hands, dealing out some street justice to a perverted little fucker. Now I might have some sympathy with the latter. Too many men think women are easy prey, after all. But you crossed the line when you started getting off on this. Kinda makes you just as guilty as him, don’t you think?”

The girls glanced at each other, unsure which path to follow and the consequences they might face. Maggie watched their sidelong glances, each trying to read the others’ faces, each trying to figure out their version of events. Finally she’d had enough. “Okay ladies. Here’s the deal. Clearly, you are all guilty of something, even if that’s only that you are all skanks. Now, you may be whores or heroes, I don’t give a shit which at this point. Not when I come into a room and find her …” she glared at Rebekkah “… playing around with my man – again!” The others glanced sidelong at Rebekkah. When this was all over they would certainly be getting those juicy details out of her, one way or another. Maggie interrupted their thoughts.

Maggie was slowly pacing the room. “So,” she said, “I think we can solve this between ourselves, don’t you? Balance the books, so to speak. I can see him trying something on more so than actually soliciting this, from what I know of him. So, if that’s the case the strapping seems a fair price to pay. Gives him something to remember next time his brains are in his dick. But you overstepped the mark when you started using his body for your own gratification. Don’t you agree?”

Adriana flared up. “Hang on, you can’t just walk in here and judge us all! You have no idea what led to this. He tried to rape Rebekkah. And he is your boyfriend! You were happy enough to whip his arse a minute ago!” She was up in Maggie’s face now, so she didn’t see the blur as Maggie whipped her hand across her cheek. The slap echoed and Adriana cried out in shocked surprise.

“Yes! I whipped his arse, and I’ll do it again. I already said I agreed with that!. But do you see me reaming his arse with ginger? Have I dropped my knickers so I can frig myself?” Maggie yelled, right in Adriana’s face. “Look around! Your friends are half-naked, they were playing with themselves when I walked in, and they have a bound, naked, beaten and abused captive – and you were barring my way in here, which tells me you knew ust what was going on. You could have been at it just like them , and you’d just dragged those pants on to go outside. Maybe you’re knickerless under there too. Maybe your pussy is dripping just like theirs, or maybe you just didn’t get your turn yet. How do I know?” Maggie paused for breath, still fuming. She paced the room as the girls watched, transfixed.

“You know, I can just call this in, get a few cars out here. I know a couple of the guys who would love that. They would be all over the three of you. Maybe they’d like to play cat and mouse too. And you know reporters are always tracking police radio. Wouldn’t be any time at all before there was a news van outside, and your pictures all over the evening news.” She let the words sink home. “Or, we can resolve this between ourselves, right now.” She looked into each face in turn. “Well?”

Rebekkah could see how upset Adriana was. She wanted to get her friend away from all this – she was the least involved, after all. Her mind raced with a plan. She stepped forward, between Maggie and the bed, forcing Maggie to turn her back to the door.

“Look, maybe we went too far, but he started all of this,” she pleaded, “But Adriana didn’t do anything. She didn’t know what was going on ‘til she got here.” All the while her eyes flicked across to Adriana, willing her to dash for the door and freedom. Maggie realised what she was trying to do. She nudged Adriana and flicked her head to the door. She then stepped up alongside Rebekkah, tugged her t-shirt over her head, popped her bra clasp and stood stark naked, staring defiantly at Maggie.

“Okay, let’s ‘resolve’ this, right now,” she said, eyes locked with Maggie. The other woman slowly looked her up and down. Sarah saw the smile flickering round the corners of her mouth as she took in her soft curves, firm tits and smooth mound. She knew then she had read Maggie right. She changed her tone, toning down her defiance.

“Okay, we were wrong, we know that, But surely there’s a way round this, one girl to another? There must be something we can do to mmake up for this, make up for what he did to you too?” she acknowledged the quietly sobbing form still bound to the bed. “We … we could … find a way?” As she spoke, her hand gently grazed her own breast and tracked down towards her mound. Maggie’s eyes followed her track intently. Sarah could see Adriana over Maggie’s shoulder, creeping towards the door and out of the room.

Maggie dragged her eyes away from Sarah’s magnificence to Rebekkah. “Well, princess, what do you say? Do you want to solve this, like your friend here, hmmm? Why don’t we see what you’re hiding under that baggy top.”

Determined to give her friend more time to get away, Rebekkah slowly eased up her sweat top. She heard the faint click of the outside door, and she knew Adriana was outside now. Committed now, she dragged the top up and over her head, leaving herself naked. Maggie eyed her small, pert breasts.

“Not much to look at, are you? I don’t know what you have over men. Must be that over-worked mouth of yours.” Rebekkah dropped her head to avoid her stare. Maggie grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up. “Sweet Pea, this day has been coming for a long time. Don’t try playing little miss innocent with me!” As she spoke she thrust her hand between Rebekkah’s legs. Her fingers came away wet, and she wiped them over Rebekkah’s cheek. “Not much innocence there, is there?” she spat.

“And what about you,” Maggie called over her shoulder. “Are you joining in now, too?” She turned to see an empty room. Just then a car started up and raced away. Maggie turned back to the naked pair, furious at the deception.

“Just let her go,” Rebekkah begged. “She just got here, she didn’t do anything. This is all on me.”

“On us,” Sarah jumped in. “I was the one playing with him, not her.”

“Oh stop!” Maggie cried, “You are both guilty as Hell of being horny little bitches. Maybe he tried it on, maybe you wanted it, who gives a fuck now?” Glancing around she saw the crop discarded on the floor where Adriana had dropped it as she entered the room earlier. She snatched it up.

“I can’t stay here all night, so let’s get this done. You …” she pointed the crop at Sarah, “Get over the back of that sofa, now!” Sarah hesitated, suddenly afraid. Maggie slashed the crop across her breasts and Sarah cried out. “NOW!”

Sarah shot forward then, and bent over the back of the Chesterfield, placing her palms on the seat. Maggie whipped her once and Sarah yelped. “Higher!” she ordered. Sarah shuffled further forward so that her legs stretched to touch the floor and her bottom perched high on the seat back. Maggie tapped the crop firmly between her thighs until she parted her feet, exposing her pussy fully to Maggie and Rebekkah. Maggie murmured something, and then whipped the crop down across the crown of the proffered buttocks. Sarah yelped but held position. Maggie swung again, lower this time. The crop bit deeply and Sarah cried out. Behind her, Rebekkah could see the white line suffuse with red, and she felt herself get wet again at the sight of the beating.

Maggie got into stride and whipped Sarah relentlessly until her buttocks were a mass of red lines and Sarah was sobbing deeply. Panting, she stepped back. She threw down the crop, her anger and frustration abated by the action, and stepped backwards, then out of the door. Rebekkah stood, stunned, as she heard the car start up and speed away. She steped over to the sofa now. Sarah still lay over the back, not yet able to move. Rebekkah stepped behind her and gently fingered the vivid, angry wheals criss-crossing her friend’s perfect buttocks. She stroke her gently, then dipped between her legs to cup her sex. She fingered her friend as she reached between her own legs, bringing them both to a shuddering orgasm in moments.

As she recovered from the both the beating and the after-care, Sarah eased up and into Rebekkah’s arms. “Should have been me,” Rebekkah whispered, as she hugged her friend.

“Oh don’t worry, Sarah whispered back, “You will get yours soon my sweet, rest assured. But first, let’s get rid of the baggage over there. I think he’s paid his dues.”

 

… continued

Rebekkah : Tide’s Turning part 2

Continued from Tide’s Turning. To go back to the beginning of the story, click HERE

“Maggie!”

“Josh!?”

“Maggie, oh thank God its you! These bitches, they …”

“They what?”

“They …”

Sarah sensed that the situation might quickly slip away from the girls. She quickly grabbed the strap and whipped it hard across Josh’s elevated rump. “They what, Josh?” she said. “They gave you what you deserved, didn’t they Josh? Remember Josh?” She whipped his cheeks again. “Remember what you asked for Josh, when you met Rebekkah?” SNAP! This time the strap cut low and wrapped around the soft flesh at the crease of his buttocks. Josh screamed at the fresh agony to his well-punished rear.

“Cut that out for a minute!” Maggie barked to Sarah. She turned back to Josh and leaned forward. “You have one minute to explain why you are ass-naked and tied to this bed, with this bunch of half-naked whores diddling their clits as you get whipped, wanked and ginger-fucked. And this better be good!”

She stared into Josh’s eyes as his mind raced for an explanation. “I – I can explain,” he stammered.

“Yeah? I’m sure you can, if I give you long enough. But I kinda like you in this position. I should have thought if this long ago. You might as well repay a few debts while you’re in the mood.” She took a step towards the foot of the bed and snatched the strap from Sarah’s hand. She eyed up her target, then returned to stand by Josh’s shoulder.

“This is for hitting on my cousin at Lou’s wedding.” She whipped the strap over her shoulder. Josh screamed as the strap whipped down on his right buttock from top to bottom, the tip biting into the tender strip at the top of his thigh. The girls saw his buttocks ripple with the impact as the leather bit deeply, then slid away, the white imprint quickly flooding with red as blood flooded the area once more.

“This one is for Karen. She told me all about the dick who tried to pick her up. Didn’t know she was a cop too, did you?” The strap whipped down on his other cheek. Josh was whimpering now.

“And this one? This is for this whole scene! This one takes the biscuit Josh! We are so through, and I guarantee, you will not be fucking any more bitch whores for a while!” She whipped back the strap and aimed dead centre. The strap snapped down the length of his cleft. The tip curled under the curve of his cheeks to plant it’s fiery kiss on Josh’s sac. The yowl of anguish was deafening as he slumped forward, sobbing into the pillows.

The strap hung then. Maggie give Josh one final, disdainful stare and turned her murderous glare to the three girls. “You whores! You evil, selfish, perverted whores! You just can’t keep your hands off a man, or each other, can you?”

The trio stood with mouths agape at what they’d just witnessed. Maggie stepped away from the bed and up to the girls, now grouped together for support. Sarah and Rebekkah tried to cover their nakedness, feeling vulnerably exposed in the suddenly charged atmosphere in the room. Josh, now forgotten, moaned and sobbed softly on the bed.

“Now then, ladies,” Maggie swung the strap against her palm as she spoke, “I think it’s time to pay the piper. You’ve had your fun with my man. He’s yours now. He’s a half-decent fuck, or he was at least. Maybe one of you can suck his bollocks back down and give him a trial run? Although, I suppose you already all did that, did you? How did it go then?” she pointed to Rebekkah, “You’re a cocksucker, I know that, so I bet you sucked his nuts while …” Maggie looked around, eyes resting on Sarah … “While you rode his dick, and you …” she stepped up to Adriana, “Miss Goody-Two-Shoes, you were sat on his face, rubbing your cunt up and down his bristles. Did he lick your ass? He likes that. Bit of an ass man is Josh. He’s tried to fuck my bum so many times I think he’s a closet queer. You probably made his night when you gingered his arse.” Maggie snorted a sarcastic laugh at her own joke.

The girls just stood, transfixed by this menacing woman in uniform, swinging the thick leather strap hypnotically. Adriana was on the verge of tears and the other two just clung together for security. “Well anyway, I’m sure you all got a nice taste of each other and Josh. No point denying it, from what I can see. But there is a price. There’s always a price.”

Adriana sobbed. “I had nothing to do with any of this,” she cried. “They called me, told me to come over. I’d only just got here when you arrived!” she was raising her voice now, adrenalin getting the better of her. “I had no part in getting him in here. He was already tie up when I got here. They were both playing with him, teasing him, wanking him. They were the ones getting off on this, not me. You saw them both, frigging as they played with him. And they told me he tried to rape Beks. That’s the only reason I stayed, to give him a taste of his own medicine. If I’d known they’d picked him up in a bar I’d never have come.”

Maggie stared as Ariana spilled her words. Adriana suddenly realised what she’d said, what that might mean to them all. Torrid sex was one thing, but kidnap, forced confinement and sexual torture was quite another, even if there was just cause. Maggie shook her head, trying to make sense of things. Finally she spoke.

“Okay, so we either have a cat house here, with you two – three – soliciting this piece of shit, or we have a little posse of vigilantes taking the law into their own hands, and dealing out some street justice to a perverted little fucker. Now I might have some sympathy with the latter. Too many men think women are easy prey, but I think you crossed the line when you started getting off on this. Kinda makes you just as guilty, don’t you think?”

The girls glanced at each other, unsure which path to follow and the consequences they might face. Maggie watched their sidelong glances, each trying to read the others’ faces, each trying to figure out their version of events. Finally she’d had enough. “Okay ladies. Here’s the deal. Clearly, you are all guilty of something, even if that’s only that you are all skanks. Now, you may be whores or heroes, and I don’t really give a shit which at this point. Not when I come into a room and find her …” she glared at Rebekkah “…half-naked with my man – again!” The others glanced sidelong at Rebekkah. When this was all over they would certainly be getting those juicy details out of her, one way or another. Maggie interrupted their thoughts.

Maggie was slowly pacing the room. “So,” she said, “I think we can solve this between ourselves, if you’re all agreeable. Balance the books, so to speak?” The way she said the words left no doubt that there was no other option on the table. Reluctantly the girls all nodded their assent.

“Okay. So, first things first, let’s level the playing field. He’s naked, and two of you might as well be, so let’s have all of you out of your clothes.”

The three girls stared at each other and then at Maggie. She stood, cross-armed with the leather strap dangling. “You can’t do this!” Adriana yelled. Maggie’s palm flashed across her cheek.

“And who are you to argue?” yelled Maggie, right in Adriana’s face. “I could call this in, get a few cars out here and have you tell them your story, if you prefer, see what they make of this little cat house. I know a couple of the guys who would love that, would be all over you three. Very handy, they are. Maybe they’d like to play cat and mouse too? And then there’s always the police radio. Reporters are always tracking that. Wouldn’t be any time at all before there was a news van outside, and your pictures all over the evening news.” She let the words sink home. “Or, we can resolve this between the five of us, right now, no repercussions. Now – I will count to five, and if you are not each stripped naked as the day you were first fucked, you will see your names in lights ladies, I guarantee it.”

Sarah was first to act. She tugged her short over her head, popped her bra clasp and stood stark naked, staring defiantly at Maggie. Maggie slowly looked her up and down. She smiled as she took in her smooth mound and firm tits, nodding in satisfaction. She turned to Rebekkah. “Okay princess, you next. Not much left to strip away anyway.”

Rebekkah coloured as red as her hair as she shucked off her sweat top. Bra-less beneath, she was now naked. Maggie eyed her small, pert breasts. “Not much to look at, are you? I don’t know what you have over the guys. Must just be that over-worked mouth of yours.” Rebekkah dropped her head to avoid her stare. Maggie grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up. “Sweet Pea, this day has been coming for a long time. Don’t try playing little miss innocent with me!” As she spoke she thrust her hand between Rebekkah’s legs. Her fingers came away wet, and she wiped them over Rebekkah’s cheek. “Not much innocence there, is there?” she spat.

Maggie moved over to Adriana, the only one fully clothed. Her cheek still flamed from Maggie’s strike. “Okay – your turn.”

Adriana pleaded, “Please don’t. I had no part of this, you have to believe me!”

“She’s right,” said Rebekkah. “She just got here, she didn’t do anything. It’s all me.”

Maggie turned, “Well, not quite ‘all you’ since your friend there was the one ramming ginger up his ass and leathering him, but legally, she’s still an accessory.” She paused, “But maybe we can cut a deal.”

She spoke to Adriana. “If you are so innocent, and you say you’ve been set up, then you can be the one to administer justice to your friends here. Do it right, you escape. Let them off lightly and you pay the same price, plus theirs. Deal?”

Adriana looked from Maggie to Sarah and Rebekkah. The other two girls gave the slightest nods to indicate their support. The looked up into Maggie’s face. “Deal.”

… continued

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Rebekkah’s Revenge: Tide’s Turning

Adriana was digging through the assorted tack items in the trunk of Sarah’s car, searching for the thick leather saddle straps. The trunk light was out, so she used her cell phone flashlight. She reached deep inside to pull a bag forwards. As she did so, her world became bathed in blue light. She pulled back and turned. A police car had pulled up and the driver was getting out.

The driver called out. “Excuse me, Miss. Sorry to trouble you but there was a report of a house alarm just down the lane.”

Adriana put her hand to her eyes to block the glare from the vehicle headlights. “Oh? I just arrived. Sorry. Didn’t hear anything though.” As Adriana spoke the driver moved forward. Adriana thought she recognised the female officer. “Maggie? Is that you? I didn’t know you were back in town. Last I heard you were working in the city.”

“Adriana? Oh my God! Yeah, I moved back here a few months back. Had a bad experience too many in the city so I asked for a posting back here. Do you live out here now? You were down by the station last time I was here.”

“No, I’m still there. This is Bek’s parents house – Rebekkah Redmoor? You remember her from High School?”

“Yeah – yeah I knew her. At least, I did until she stole Marty from me. Three years we’d been together and then at Prom he dropped me for the Prom Queen. Bitch! She must have sucked dick like a vacuum – that was the only thing he ever wanted.”

Adriana squirmed. “Yeah, ah … well this is awkward!” she laughed nervously.

“Ah well. Water under the bridge. Plenty of fish in the sea, eh? I got a new guy now, a builder. Just moved here from Springvale. He’s been picking up some extra work to save up for our wedding.”

“Oh, that’s nice,” Adriana replied disingenuously. “Brrrr …” She flapped her arms around herself. “Pretty chilly out here. I should get back inside.”

“Oh, yeah, of course. Nice to see you again. But I will need to speak with the owners. Are they home? The alarm company gave this address as the emergency contact.”

“No, they’re away.” Adriana thought fast. “We’re having a girl’s night to keep Bek’s company.”

“Ah. Well this is awkward. Guess I get to see the Cocksucking Queen again after all. I’ll just come in with you, get this over with quicly for all our sakes.” Maggie stepped away from the car and towards the basement door. Adriana shot forward and stepped in front of her, blocking her path.

“NO!” she cried, “I mean, they’re not decent. They …” she thought quickly … “They are taking a shower.”

“They? ‘They’ are taking a shower? Together? What is this, a little lesbian love-in? Did Miss Cocksucker switch sides?”

Adriana flushed. “No, I didn’t mean that,” she stammered. “I mean, she is taking a shower. Sarah is not. She’s watching TV.”

“Well I can come in and wait. Not standing out here in the snow waiting for the Princess to dry her self. Can’t take that long to shower, can it?” She side-stepped past Adriana. Her hand was on the handle. Adriana panicked and grabbed at her arm. Maggie stared down at her hand on her sleeve and then deep into Adriana’s eyes.

“You do realise you just assaulted an officer?” she said, pulling Adriana’s hand off her. “Now, let’s just get this over with for all our sakes, shall we? Friggin’ false alarms wasting my time!” She swung the door open and stepped inside.

***

Sarah was slumped over the bed, recovering from her latest orgasm. Rebekkah knelt on the floor, exhausted. Their captive lay on the bed, moaning and cursing as the ginger root continued to burn his anal passage. His bum cheeks were purple from his strapping, and his limp cock drooled cum. Officer Maggie stood open-mouthed at the bedroom door and took in the scene of debauchery. Adriana burst in behind her. Her eyes flashed from Sarah to the ginger to Rebekkah and then to Maggie. She dropped to her knees.

Maggie was first to speak. “Well then. What exactly is going on here?” She directed the question to the room in general.

Hearing a new voice, the captive shouted out. “Get this thing out of my arse! I’m on fire!” he cried. Sarah reacted first and plucked the root out. He pushed his hips backwards to ease the burn. The others watched in morbid fascination as his anus twitched and puckered with a life of its own as he fought the burning fires within. His moans punctuated the silence.

Finally Rebekkah spoke. “It’s not what you think,” she started, glancing only as far as the black boots of the officer.

Maggie cut her off. “How is it ‘not what I think?’ I see a man, tied to the bed, gingered, wanked and whipped by the look of it, and two whores diddling. What is it I’m missing here, exactly? Pretty much standard fare for a Redmoor, I’m guessing. So, is he paying you? If he is then this is a brothel and you three are all fucked, even more so than this poor fucker!”

Rebekkah fumed at the insult. She leapt to her feet, her own nudity forgotten in her anger. “Who the fuck do you think you are, storming into a private house and making your judgments?” she shouted. As she spat out the words her brain registered what her eyes were seeing, and the shock of recognition hit her.

“Yeah,” smirked Maggie, “All coming back now is it, bitch!” She spat the words out as she stepped forward, inches from Rebekkah. She looked down on the redhead. She spoke in a whisper now. “So, let’s try this again, shall we? Question One. Who. The fuck. Is tied to the bed?”

Rebekkah stammered. “I, I don’t know his name. He … he …”

“… I picked him up. Tonight, at The WhistleStop,” Sarah declared. “Long story short, he said he wanted it rough, wanted – well – this.” She grabbed the hairbrush and slapped his cheek firmly. The man yelped, “Fuck! Enough already you bitch! Let me go!” With his head thrust low by his bindings and his cheeks elevated by the cushions, he couldn’t see behind him. He had no idea who was staring at his naked and exposed rear.

“It’s all a game,” Sarah said, whacking him again. “He knows the more he abuses me, the more I abuse him. It’s what he asked for. If he wants to stop he has his safe word.” She smacked him again. “Don’t you?” she said to the man, “Remember? What we agreed? Remember what Beks has?” She punctuated her words with more swats from the brush, so that his cheeks were now glowing red once more. He cried out, “Ahhh, Yes, Yes I asked for this, Yes, Yes!! Just stop for a minute, please …”

Maggie stared at the reddening cheeks as Sarah spanked him. Rebekkah had inched back to the chair in the corner. Adriana had moved back to the door, desperate to distance herself from this mayhem. It was she who broke the spell. “I’m just going to slip out, if that’s alright. I’m not really part of all this.” She turned to open the door. Maggie spoke then. “Not so fast. No one leaves until I say so. I’m not buying this story.” She spoke to Sarah, “Get off the bed, and drop the brush.”

As Sarah stepped down, Maggie moved to the side of the bed. She took out her flashlight to see his features in the dim light. As the beam hit his face she dropped the light and screamed.

Rebekkah’s Revenge (4)

Part 3 is HERE. The story began HERErawroot31.

Rebekkah returned with two items in hand. She paused at the doorway, taking in the sight before her. Sarah sat astride the man’s back with her hand between her legs, rubbing furiously. His buttocks sported two deep red bullseyes, one on each cheek, surrounded by a mass of red splotches covering the entire surface of his buttocks and upper thighs. She watched Sarah stiffen, tense and then slump as she brought herself off. Her head snapped back as Rebekkah spoke.

“I wondered when you’d give in,” she smiled. “I’m pretty horny myself, now we’re in charge.” She threw the two items she’s brought with her onto the bed. “Here, give him some more while I watch.” As she spoke she tugged her jogging pants and knickers off. Her hand slid down her belly towards her sex as Sarah reached forward for the items on the bed.  She picked up a heavy leather strap with a wooden handle, and a carved root. She took in the scent and looked up quizzically.

“Figging,” Rebekkah said, sliding to her knees as her hand dipped beneath. “Push it up his bum. It burns like fuck, especially if he clenches. Makes the strapping burn all the more.”

The strap hung in Sarah’s hand. “Do you wanna tell me how you know all this?” she asked. “And why am I only now fidning out about this side of you?”

“Later,” gasped Rebekkah as her fingers continued to strum. “Just … just do it … NOW.”

“Oh girl, we are going to have a long, long talk later. I can’t believe you’ve not shared this kink with me before.” She turned back to the bed and to her captive. As her hand touched his punished cheeks, he squeezed his buttocks tightly.

“You are not shoving anything up my arse, you witch!” he shouted.

“Oh come on now,” Sarah crooned. “You studs are always trying to fuck us up the bum. Time for a little table turning is all. Now, ease open. It won’t hurt a bit. Isn’t that what you guys tell us?” She smirked over at Rebekkah, now slowly twirling her fingers between her legs, holding herself close to orgasm.

Sarah reached between the man’s legs and took hold of his dangling sac. “You have two choices. You can open up now and take your medicine, or I can smack these nuts with my hairbrush, and then you can open up. Your choice.” She gave him a quick squeeze to emphasise his predicament. He gasped, then reluctantly relaxed his cheeks. Sarah quickly lubricated the root with some spit and slipped the thumb-sized shaft deep into his rectum. She rotated it a couple of times to spread the ginger around his sensitive flesh. After just a few seconds he cried out.

“Fuck! That burns! Oh fuck, take it out, take it out!” His cheeks jerked and bounced as he tried to dislodge the root.

“Okay, now give him the strap,” Rebekkah growled hoarsely, her eyes almost demonic, as her fingers flicked and probed her sex.

Sarah took up the strap, marked her aim and pulled her arm back. She whipped it forward and connected with the man’s punished flesh. The blow was like a gunshot. He jerked forward, clenching his cheeks against the pain, thus squeezing the ginger root deep within his hole. He yelped again as the burn intensified. A red rectangle marked the blow, with a crimson line on his right cheek where the strap had wrapped around.

“Again!” cried Rebekkah. Sarah did not need the instruction however. The strap was already flying towards its target. The leather kissed his cheeks savagely. He roared again, but this time tried to avoid intensifying the burning ginger. His cheeks twitched as he fought to control the pain. Sarah lashed him again and this time it was Rebekkah who cried first, rushing over the edge of her own orgasm as the man twitched and writhed in his own orgy of pain and fire.

Sarah looked from the man to Rebekkah, her own breath ragged from exhilaration. Her eyes shone as she eyed the crimson cheeks aflame. She whipped him another three times and then dropped the strap. Her hand roved over his burning flesh, then beneath to his sac and shrivelled member. With deft fingers she quickly eased life back into his flesh. With him erect she tugged him as if milking a cow, at the same time fucking his ass with the ginger. She rammed the ginger home once more, to free a hand for her own pleasure. As she stroke his solid shaft she teased her cunt once more, probing deeply and then sliding forwards to circle her clit, riding her fingers to another crashing orgasm as she jerked a third load from her bound captive.

To be continued …

Rebekkah’s Revenge (3)

Continued from HERE. The whole story started HERE

The basement door opened with a groan. “Anyone home?” Adriana called out. “House call for the esthetician.”

“In the bedroom. Your client awaits,” shouted Sarah.

Adriana walked into the bedroom and stopped in her tracks. There was a naked man, bound and spread-eagle on the bed. Rebekkah was massaging his balls while Sarah sat on his chest, gripping his erect shaft as she scratched her nails over his cock head. “Not what I expected but hey, who am I to judge. Are we sharing?”

Rebekkah looked up. “Oh and so much more. Let me fill you in.” She sat up and wiped her icy hands on the bed. Sarah continued her ministrations like a cat playing with a mouse, teasing jerks and flicks from the man as she frustrated his fragile flesh.

As Rebekkah stood, Adriana glanced quizzically at the damp puddle of melted ice. “Please do. I’m curious.”

“So this little piece of shit tried to jump me at Nanna’s,” she began. Rebekkah recounted the basic details of her assault, “… and then Lupus saved the day, I called Sarah to come help out, and here we are!”

Adriana had her hand to her mouth. She reached out and pulled Rebekkah close. “Oh my God. Are you okay? You poor thing,” she soothed.

Rebekkah gently eased her off. “I’m fine. But we’ve all been where I was tonight. And remember Maria? When she got assaulted and the Police did nothing? We all said we would step up if we ever got the chance.” She glanced over to the bed as Sarah’s nails dragged along the length of the twitching shaft.  “Well here we are. Time for some Girl Power. This guy can take a message back to his homies, tell them what happens when a guy disrespects a girl,” She spat. “Let them know their bravado, and couldn’t-give-a-damn and selfish bigotry doesn’t cut it today. What do you say girl? You in?”

Adriana paused for just a second, then: “Damn right I’m in. Just tell me the plan.”

Just then Sarah shrieked. “You little shit!” She pinched his cock hard at the base, but too late. His cock pulsed three, four times and then oozed cum. “Ha! At least that was a wasted load!”  She slapped his still-stiff shaft. “Now he knows how we feel, like 90% of the time.”

She looked up at the others. “You know, we should wallop him for that. A good, hard old-school strapping. Come on, let’s flip him over and give his arse a leathering.” Sarah jumped off his chest. As she did, Adriana saw the tape gag fixed across his face.

“Oh my God, you’ll suffocate him! Poor bastard probably can’t breath!” Adriana moved over to the bed and started to tug at the duct tape gag. Buddy yelped as his beard hairs were pulled.

“Oh get over it!” Sarah snarled. “That’s nothing compared with what’s to come.” She pushed Adriana aside, grabbed the loose edge of tape and ripped it off. The guy shrieked in pain. “You are a fuckin’ maniac, bitch,” he yelled.

“Now you’re in no position to be name calling, are you?” Sarah replied, as she reached down to slap his nuts. He groaned deeply at the renewed assault on his tackle. “Now then, let’s keep it down, shall we? You already agreed to this instead of the police, so let’s be a big boy and take your just desserts like the man you think you are. Who knows, you might find a new side of yourself and actually enjoy a little femdom. When was the last time you got tossed by two girls in one night, eh? Any more noise and I’m gagging you again.”

His eyes shone with hate, but he kept quite and allowed his bindings to be repositioned so that he was now face down, arms and legs spread wide.

“Well that’s better, but not quite what I want. Adriana, grab those pillows and we’ll shove them under his belly.” Sarah took hold of his abused tackle and pulled backwards. He grunted and quickly lifted his buttocks to ease the pain in his scrotum. Adriana forced three pillows into the void.

With his knees spread and buttocks raised, the girls had a fine target, but Sarah wanted him opened up still further, so she sat herself on his shoulders, forcing his chest down and buttocks up. As his cleft widened Adriana curled her lips.

“Eww, gross. He’s a hairy fucker down there, isn’t he?”

“Exactly!” Sarah remarked, “Good practice for your Brazilian skills, but I wanna blister his arse first!” She slapped his buttocks hard, leaving behind a handprint. “Oww!” she cried, “Shit, his arse is tough!” She looked around. “Rebekkah, what do you have we can use?”

Adriana and Sarah turned to Rebekkah, who was now staring almost trance-like at the exposed bottom in front of her. Her mouth was open slightly, breath catching.

“Rebekkah? You still here?” asked Adriana.

“Wha… Oh, yeah, sure”

“What’s wrong?”

She shook her head, and a sly smile played on her lips. “Nothing, nothing. I’ll – I’ll be right back.” And she dashed from the room.

Sarah looked bemused. “What was that all about?” She looked over at Adriana’s esthetics bag. “Do you have any good hairbrushes in here? Mom can always light a fire with hers.”

Adriana started at Sarah’s comment. “Can she now? And she still does, eh?” she laughed.

Realising what she’d said, Sarah started back-peddling. “What? Er, no, I mean … yes. Well not really. Not like when we were kids. Just if I need it, you know?”

“No, not really, no. Maybe you can fill me in another time?”

Just then the guy jerked his shoulders, trying to unseat Sarah. “Will you get your fat arse off me!” His shout was muffled by the mattress he was currently eating. Sarah slapped him several times, punctuating her blows with her words.

“Do … SLAP … Not … SLAP … Call … SLAP … Me … SLAP … FAT … SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP”

Adriana laughed. “Oh, my God, I don’t ever want to be on your bad side!” She reached into her bag and pulled out a flat backed wooden brush. “Here, save your hand and start him off with this one while I find something better.”

Sarah took the brush and hefted the weight. “Just like mom’s,” she laughed. “I’ve got my tack box in my car. There’s a decent saddle strap in there we can use.”

Adriana made her way back outside. With every step she could hear the sharp retort of the hairbrush bouncing off the man’s naked cheeks, followed swiftly by his grunt of pain.

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Rebekkah’s Revenge (2)

Ohhh – this story seems to be getting away from me! All my worst fears and fantasies!! This tale does seem quite apropos though, with the outpouring of male sexual harassment in the press just lately. Harvey Weinstein and your ilk, take note!!

We pick up from Rebekkah’s Revenge here:

The girls bundled the hapless man into the back of Sarah’s car for the short ride back down the lane. They dragged him off the back seat by the jeans still hobbling his legs. As he exited backwards, Sarah grabbed his ball sac and pulled backwards, forcing him to double over. She held his bollocks firmly as he hobbled carefully forward, led by Rebekkah as she guided him by his jacket collar. Once inside, Sarah gave hs sac another hard squeeze as they dropped him onto the hard floor. He lay on his side, moaning a little.

“So what now?” asked Sarah. “What do you want to do with him?”

“I think he needs to learn some respect. He needs to know what it’s like to be a woman today with bastards like him everywhere. I say we take our fun, just like he would.”

“Well yah, I’m definitely gonna whup his ass some more. But guys need to know how much effort we put into looking good. Looks like he’s never bothered himself. We should buff and pluck. Kinda modern day tar and feathering.”

Rebekkah laughed out loud. “Oh! Oww! But I like that. That’s a lesson he can take back to his gym rats.” She snickered, “Maybe he’ll find some new lovin’ buddies then. I’ll text Adriana, tell her to bring her esthetics stuff.”

The girls hauled their prize into the basement bedroom and onto the old metal-framed bed. Rebekkah found some rope in her dad’s workshop. Sarah sat on his chest and Rebekkah looped a line round his ankles to the bedframe, handing the ends to Sarah. She then worked his jeans off and Sarah yanked on the ropes, forcing his legs apart. With a similar manoeuvre they had him naked and spread-eagle.

Sarah looked him up and down. “He’s a bit thin for my tastes, but this isn’t too shabby.” She said the last words as she reached forward and pulled on his penis. His eyes darted and he tried to jerk away from her grip. “Now, now. Relax a little. I’m just eyeing the merchandise.” Her hand massaged him erect and continued to stroke up and down. “My, not a bad specimen. Almost as big as my dildo. We can play with that later. Just for now I think a little teasing will do the job.” She grasped his shaft firmly in her left hand. With her right she rubbed the tip of his penis rapidly with her open palm. He bucked and writhed as his glans became super sensitised. After a minute or so she released him. The girls laughed as his penis twitched and flicked.

“My turn,” said Rebekkah. She held his shaft firm and rotate her wetted finger round and round on his penis head, then flicked a nail back and forth across his slit. She raked her nails round and under his head. His hips bucked as he thrashed in exquisite agony, his penis rock hard.

“I think he’s getting a little over heated,” said Sarah. The girls locked eyes. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

Rebekkah leapt off the bed. “Yep, he needs a little ice to cool him off. I’ll be quick. Keep him bubbling.”

As Rebekkah raced upstairs for ice, Sarah continued to tease him by raking her nails along the underside of his shaft. His cock was leaking profusely now. She couldn’t resist dipping her tongue to tease his slit, licking with the barest of cat-licks. His cock twitched violently so she quickly squeezed his cock at the base to stem the flow as she heard Rebekkah on the stairs. She entered the room with a bowl of ice cubes.

“This will cool him down,” she giggled. She took a cube in her palm and gripped his cock head, rolling the ice round and round. Melting water dripped down his shaft and between his cheeks. She wanked him then with the ice cube, finally holding it tightly against his scrotum.

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Rebekkah’s Revenge

Continues from Red Riding Hood. A reader wanted to know what Rebekkah would do now she had her assailant under her control. So here we go …

The man looked up at her, his eyes wide and dark. With his hands bound behind him and his feet tied, he was no longer a threat, he was hers to do with as she would. The transfer of power flowed through her like an electric current. She thought about calling the police, but then another thought came to her, a much sweeter, deeper retribution for the violation of her and her Nanna’s home. She pulled out her phone and fired off a text:

“Got a live one. Wanna join me?”

She put her phone away, crouched beside him and pulled off his winter hat. He was younger than she’d imagined, probably close to her own age. Pretty fit and not bad looking either. He wore a beard, of course. Guys today seemed to like the rugged look. He looked familiar, but she couldn’t be sure if she knew him. The beard and the poor light worked to disguise his features.

She looked into his eyes. “Lupus is gonna stay with you while I go check inside. One move and he will rip your face. Got that?” He gave a nervous nod, eyes fixed on the hanging jowls above his face.

She jumped up and headed inside. After a quick tour through the cottage it didn’t seem anything was missing. She’d found a tool bag in her Nanna’s bedroom but nothing else. She took a roll of duct tape and a screwdriver from the bag. After she had locked the door she jabbed the screwdriver into the frame around the lock, before tossing it into the woods. She ripped off a length of duct tape and stuck it firmly across his mouth. “Sorry about this,” she smiled sweetly, “I guess that’s going to pluck out a few whiskers when we rip it off later! But that will be the least of your worries, let me tell you.”

“Now, we’ve got two options here. I can call the cops, tell them how you broke in and tried to rape me, or we can apply what we call in my criminology class, ‘restorative justice’. Know what that is?” The woodcutter shook his head nervously, still eyeing Lupus. “Well, let me explain.” She looked right into his eyes. “It’s about you putting right what you damaged through your actions. You could say ‘eye for an eye’, but not really. You know, it’s probably easier for me to demonstrate.”

She reached towards his waist, and tugged his belt free, then the buttons and zipper of his jeans. He tried to wrench free, until Lupus curled his lips to show his canines. He lay back down then, complicit in his own reckoning.

“Are we done foolin’ now?” she asked, curtly. The man gave a briefest nod, and a gasp as he felt his pants tugged sharply down. She sat astride his legs, then took hold of his flaccid cock and ball sac, massaging him firmly. He gave a yelp as her nails jabbed his tender flesh as she squeezed his sac, rolling his balls painfully. He gave out a muffled cry through the gag and tried to jerk away. She held her grip and leaned close to his face, now full of pain and confusion. “Don’t like it when I’m rough with you, do you?” she snarled.

Despite the pain Rebekkah felt his shaft began to swell in her hand, pushing against the cage of her fingers. Changing her grip, she began to stroke him slowly with one hand, whilst continuing to squeeze and roll his balls. He was now fully erect and brimming tears. “You don’t know if you love it or hate it, do you?” She raked her nails around his gleaming cock head as she spoke. His shaft jerked and leaked clear fluid as she did so. She continued with full, firm strokes as she rolled and punished his balls. She felt him stiffen as his orgasm approached. At that point she released him. He cried out in agonised frustration as his cock jerked and spurted, the pleasure lost in that final moment.

As his cock subsided, Rebekkah scooped up his cum with her finger. She wiped some on her sweat pants and top, then reached inside to her knickers. “Insurance,” she whispered.

***

Rebekah looked up at the sound of a car. The headlights illuminated the scene on the front deck. A woman stepped out. “Looks like you started without me! Having fun?”

“Hey Sarah, I think we just reached an understanding. Buddy here was fumbling in Nanna’s drawers when I caught him. He attacked me, Lupus helped out and that’s how we got here.”

“Lupus pulled his pants down and tossed him off?”

“No, silly! I was explaining the concept of restorative justice to buddy here.”

“I don’t recall that definition from any criminology lecture I’ve had!”

“Details! It’s an adaptation, but the jist is there. Along with the jism!”

Sarah laughed. “Good one. Okay, so is buddy up for this?”

“Good point. Wait one.” Rebekkah turned to the man. “You remember your options? About the cops, rape charge, burglary in the first degree? 20 years. Pretty boy like you, you’d be real popular I’m sure. Is that what you want?” He shook his head vigorously. “So you want to deal with this between the three of us, here and now, no questions asked?”

He looked from Sarah to Rebekkah, the fear evident in his eyes.

“Poor baby! Put him out of his misery, for God’s sake!” laughed Sarah. She looked down at him. “Look buddy, we’re not going to chop off your dick or maim you. We’re just gonna have some fun and make sure you remember to ask nicely next time you feel the urge to try a slice of honey pie – and you don’t break into old ladies’ houses. Let’s say, you’ll have a better idea of our point of view come tomorrow morning, and I’m guessing you might even like it, just a little bit.” She shivered in the cold. “Jeez, it’s freezing out here. Look, we can leave you out here, as you are, and call the cops. They might get here in an hour or two, by which time your pretty little dick will be al black and shrivelled with frostbite, or we can get inside and warm up. Your call.”

The man looked up at Sarah and gave the briefest of nods. “Okay, there’s your consent. Now let’s party!”

Rebekkah turned to the bound man. “Okay fella, time for a ride. Now, I’m gonna loosen your feet. Don’t try anything now. Lupus is real partial to sausage.” She grabbed his limp cock and laughed at her own joke.

Rebekkah removed his boots and tugged his jeans down to his ankles before untying the leash. He still had his hands bound behind his back, and now he was hobbled. Using his cock as a handle she urged him to his feet and towards the car. As he stepped down from the porch he stumbled and landed hard on his knees. Without his hands to stop him he face-planted into the snow, naked rump uppermost. He struggled to right himself until he felt a boot on his neck.

“Seems a shame to waste this moment, don’t you think?” said Sarah. “I’ve got my horse riding gear in the trunk.” Rebekkah dashed forward, popped the trunk and pulled out a crop. “A little warm-up I think,” laughed Rebekkah. “It’s a bit chilly out here.” She whipped the riding crop hard across his upturned cheeks, leaving a vivid red stripe with each stroke.

“My turn,” said Sarah. Rebekkah handed her the crop. To keep her foot planted on her victim’s neck she had to swing down vertically. At first her strokes whipped longitudinal stripes down each cheek. Then she aimed a stroke into his cleft, whipping his anus with the leather tip. He howled through his gag. The girls laughed at the sound, and Sarah aimed another stroke.

“Enough!” laughed Rebekkah after Sarah missed her aim and slapped the crop against his tightly drawn sac. “Let’s get him to my place. We’ve got a whole night of fun ahead of us!”

Should we continue, to see where Sarah and Rebekkah take their ‘restorative justice’? Let me know in comments.