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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

… so what will Adriana need to do to avoid Maggie’s wrath? Let me know your storyline ideas!

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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Jack and Miss Forsyth

Jack was new at the Academy

So he didn’t know the drill

That Staff were Gods, and never wrong

So things quickly went downhill

One teacher in particular

The attractive Miss Forsyth

Was very strict about the rules

And the consequential price

For any lad, or any girl

Who questioned her reply

Well Jack was quite the cocky sod

So he argued, eye to eye

Forsyth fumed at Jack’s retort

“I’m having none of it!

You’d best get used to standing up

You’ll be too sore to sit!”

She had him write a hundred times

“I will do what she says”

And then she stripped him of his pants

And whacked his bum ablaze

He lay across her silken legs

His bottom bare to all

And then the paddle lit him up

And he began to bawl

And then she felt his willy grow

So she trapped it, twixt her thighs

And whaled upon his naked rear

Til his member did arise

She whacked him with her paddle

She made his bottom sore

She kept on spanking very hard

Until his cum shot on the floor

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.

Kami Tora inspired

Miss Johnson took my homework

She read it with a frown

She called me to the front with her

And pulled my trousers down

She rolled down my white undies

To just below the knee

And made me bend to face the class

So everyone could see

With all the grinning faces

My prick began to grow

It stuck out hard and dripping

And gave the girls a show

Right up in front young Susie sat

She was leaning forth to see

My rampant cock as I endured

A beating to my heinie

And so Miss took the bamboo

She swished it in the air

She slashed my cheeks with all her might

To ‘educate’ my rear

She gave me six strong stinging strokes

With excruciating aim

And as the sixth came biting down

I was utterly in shame

For as the sixth stroke bit in deep

My cock was overcome

And I shot my load in Susie’s eye

As Miss Johnson whipped my bum

Susie screamed “I’ve now gone blind!”

The class was in uproar

But Miss, she shrugged, and said to all

Well, I’ve never seen that before!

So now when Miss she canes us

She has an aim in mind

The boys must shoot a load of cum

And make poor Susie blind!