Chapter 4

 

 

I found Kerry, naturally enough, where I had left her on the bar. She was straining within the ropes, evidently trying to ease the weight pressing her pussy into the timber. I guessed she must be hurting now but I watched for a few minutes, enjoying the sight. She soon sensed that I was there and turned her head to stare fully into my eyes. I expected some verbal abuse but to my surprise she just stared blankly. She seemed to be totally drained of emotion.

“How many times did you orgasm, Kerry?”

“I don’t know.” She whispered sounding extremely tired. I walked over to her.

Her eyes opened wide, accusative. “You’ve been with another woman?”

She must have smelt Kathleen’s scent on me. “I’m a busy man.” I smiled placidly. “There are so many in need of my services, you understand.” Though there was no earthly reason why I should feel guilty at her discovery oddly I found myself unable to meet her accusative stare.

Kerry pouted. She had no right to be jealous but there was some disappointment in her face made haggard by the stress of being so long on the bar.

I started to release the ropes. “Would you like to see her?” “No!” Kerry shook her head without conviction.

“Oh, I think you might like the instrument that is dealing with her.” I paced from one ramp to the next, gradually lowering the bar. With her feet firmly planted on the floor and the balancing ropes released,

Kerry tried to lift herself off the bar but fell back weakly. I reached for her as she started to topple over. She fell gratefully into my arms with a long drawn out sign. Her head fell on to my shoulder. Carefully I lifted her off the bar.

“Eeeeooow!” She winced. The pain in her pussy as the blood flowed back into the compressed flesh must have been great. She clung to me unsure on widespread legs. I held her patiently until the pain subsided enough to let her move. “You aren’t going to be able to fuck me for weeks after that.” She declared in a laughing whisper.

I smiled at her acquiescence. Just a couple of weeks ago she would have been giving me all kinds of verbal abuse. “Before I return you to your husband...”

“No! Not to him. I want to stay here with you.”

“Oh shit!” I told myself harshly seeing the light of love in her eyes yet again. I helped her to get seated on the leather-covered settle on which she had spent so many uncomfortable nights in the chastity belt.

“No.” I shook my head. “That is not possible.” “I love you!”

“That is not supposed to happen.” I shook my head. “You love Dominic ... your husband.”

Kerry shook her head. “Oh, I don’t know!” She wailed. “I don’t know!” She put her head in her hands and her shoulders shook. I had released untold and unexpected passions in this beautiful woman. “He’s so bloody hopeless in bed. Not like you! You are wonderful…”

“I have reached out to you, given you some ideas but Kerry, you must understand that Dominic would do anything not to offend you. That’s why he demands nothing of you; that’s why you should take the lead. What has been allowed to happen is boredom. Understand this and offer yourself to him. Then you will see that he is anything but boring.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that.”

“Of course you know!” I declared harshly. “And anyway, what about your daughters, eh? What of them? Are you never going to see them again?”

Kerry burst into tears and lifted her head accusatively. “Oh, what have you done to me, you bastard?” “… made you into a wonderful and very exciting woman. Now, when you get home you are going to give yourself completely to your husband in all the ways I have taught you…” “I …Ooooh!” Again Kerry hid her face in her hands and sobbed.

“You can and you will! Now, I want you to walk around for a few minutes to get your circulation going then I’m going to show you Kathleen’s predicament after which I am going to fuck you. Now where should I do that, Kerry…”

Kerry turned her haggard face towards me. It was framed by her tousled blonde hair. Through her tears she was smiling her Madonna smile again, that enigmatic and non-committal smile that told me all I needed to know. I knew just where my charger was soon going to lodge within her. She turned her head away as we passed through a doorway into the main part of the cellar where Kathleen was strung up and continuing to be well fucked by the relentless machine.

“Kerry, meet Kathleen.”

“Kathleen?” Kerry asked quietly turned her head anxiously towards me. “She’s unconscious; do something for God’s sake!”

Certainly the well-fucked girl was motionless in her bonds and for a moment I had a horrible pang of guilt but, on hearing our voices, Kathleen turned her head to look at us. Her beautiful face was distraught with the pain of the relentless cock. “How many times have you come, Kathleen?” I asked striding towards her.

Again Kerry cried out. I stopped and turned towards her. She had followed me anxiously and now punched me on the arm. “You heartless bastard!” Her big eyes turned upon me in anger. “Oh, you horrible man, how long has she been suffering like that?”

“She is frightened of giving herself to her future husband. Understandable really because he is also her stepfather.”

“That is no excuse for torturing her like that!”

“Are you jealous?” I shook my finger at her. “Look, woman, I do what I must!”

Kerry didn’t want to accept that. “And you think that kind of mechanical fucking is going to cure her problem?” I tried to imagine just what Kerry was feeling. Did she want that thing moving in her own cunny or was she getting off on the voyeurism?

“Oh no! Not on its own. That is just to subdue her. There are other playthings to make her aware of how desirable her beautiful body is.”

“Rubbish! Every girl knows that already.”

“You did, I know, that was why you were brought here!”

Kerry ignored that quip and stepped another pace forward. “She is delicious.”

“Stop!” I commanded hoarsely. “Stay there!” I walked past her, taking the few steps necessary to bring me to Kathleen’s side. I reached out and slowly brought the machine to a stop. Kathleen wriggled and turned her head to look at me. I could see anguish in her expression but she was not in distress.

“How many times have you come, Kathleen?” I repeated the question quietly.

“Ooooh!” Her head dropped and her lovely, long, waved hair fell over her face. She was silent.

“How many times?” I picked up the tawse that I had left handily lying on the rubber floor and flicked it over her bulbous bottom.

“Sod off!” It was a weary whisper.

“Why won’t you let your man fuck you? You obviously enjoy fucking.” Silence. I hadn’t expected a feisty girl like Kathleen to be so easily subdued. It was very disappointing. I wracked my brains for some means of dealing with this surprising reaction. I turned towards Kerry. “Come here!”

Kathleen turned her head sharply and her eyes opened wide and questioning as they fell upon the naked Kerry. She seemed to squirm in her bondage. I guessed she was embarrassed. Good. I stroked her bulbous bum. It was an instinctive action as if my hand was drawn there by some magnetic force.

“Now, Kathleen, Kerry is going to punish you a little ...well no, not a little. She is going to punish you a lot! I’m trusting her to do a good job over the next hour in my absence. You see, I am going to organise a special party for us and I want you ready for it.” To Kerry I whispered. “Put her on the saltire, get her used to it because that’s where she’ll be during the shindig.”

Kerry pouted. “I thought you were going to put me on it.”

“Of course, both of you,” I said distractedly. I was trying desperately to control my feelings towards Kathleen which, I had to admit, were getting out of hand. By falling in love with her, as I seemed to be, I was transgressing my own code of ethics, but...!” I was in a quandary and no doubt about it. It made Kerry’s imminent departure that much easier to manage.

I saw the smile on Kerry’s lips and knew I had been right about her desires. “Should I be doing this the other way round, Kerry?”

I got another enigmatic smile as her eyes fixed unashamedly on my semi rampant cock. I nodded and smiled. “In time … all in good time.”

I left the two women alone. I really didn’t want to know what would happen down there though, somehow, I believed it would be very one sided. Kerry’s little step forward and that quip about Kathleen being delicious suggested rather more than just a hint of girl on girl enthusiasm in her. Of Kathleen I was sure that no such ideas had ever crossed her mind. She is a man’s woman if ever I saw one. And, by heavens, I’ve seen many of them, yet somehow, I just had to be sure, completely sure that I was right in my surmise. I was acting as if there was a very great deal resting on the outcome of this little experiment and I couldn’t or, at that moment, didn’t want to admit anything, not even to myself.

The party was to take place in about two weeks’ time, after Kathleen had been broken to the will of her body. I intended to invite all the women who had passed through my academy and, dear reader, I might as well add at this point that there are a lot of them for I have never had a failure among my many clients. But then you are well aware of that, are you not?

Their spouses or partners, all of whom are those who initiated and brought them here for treatment, will also be attending. Indeed, without them the party would be sluggish and dull indeed. It promises to be an exciting evening if previous such events are anything to go by. I donned my silk dressing gown to sit at my desk and make the string of phone calls that will set in motion the necessary machinery. I wanted to create a night of unabashed luxury and debauchery. I wanted this one to be better than anything that has gone before though why I should be seeing it any differently from previous events I wasn’t quite sure. Somehow I didn’t feel wholly comfortable and I was troubled and that made me feel vulnerable because I couldn’t put my finger on the cause. To ease my mind I went to the kitchen and began to prepare a meal for the three of us.

Like all the other rooms in the house the kitchen was large. I had placed a massive deal table in the centre of the flag stoned floor. I moved the chairs away from one side and began my preparations. I diced vegetables, sliced cold ham from the bone, boiled eggs and tossed salads. From the wine cellar I brought up decent whites and reds. Soon there was a whole salmon baking in the Aga cooker and hot cheese scones were stacked on a large salver under cover. When, at last, I stepped back from my handiwork it was to see that I had laid out a feast far greater than for a mere three people. Why had I done that? I washed my hands and, throwing off my robe, returned to the cellar naked to find Kathleen and Kerry.

What I saw made me unaccountably jealous. Jealous? Why, in hell’s name, should I be jealous? Kerry had released Kathleen from her suspending bondage and somehow managed to get her harnessed against the wall with the leather straps that I had used on her so long ago. My eyes were on Kathleen’s face which was livid with ecstasy. She looked absolutely beautiful posed there in the outstretched position with Kerry on her knees working her head into Kathleen’s crotch. I was just in time to see Kathleen shudder and sigh in orgasm. Her eyes opened wide and passionate in the extremes of her pleasure. “Aaaaaaaah!”

But then she saw me and her mewling turned to a sigh. There was a sudden flash of sorrow and embarrassment in her eyes.

I almost ran across the rubberised floor and dragged Kerry away by her lustrous hair. Without a word I dropped her on to the floor, whipped her over on her front and levelled my great rampant charger at her rose hole. The plug she habitually used was always removed when she rode the bar so my entrance was unimpeded. I stretched her legs wide apart and drove in so violently that she squealed. It was the extent of her protest. She knew that anything more would lead to severe punishment. Once embedded in her I grasped her hips and drew her up and in to me so that her ass was tight into my stomach and my cock hard up her. I held the position brutally.

“Have you been doing that with other women? Is that why you excluded Dominic?” I began to thrust hard in an out of her tightly gripping anus. “Are you a closet lesbian?” I asked emphasising each word with a hard thrust into her body.

“N … o … ooooo. I just ...Oh, Kathleen is so beautiful ... oh fuck me … fuck me ... fuck my arse hard… oh…!”

“Move it, Kerry, move your ass ... Come on … do it!” I shouted harshly, needing her liveliest response to convince Kathleen of the pleasure she would get when I entered her by that route. I had placed Kerry so that Kathleen would get a good view of the proceedings though I wasn’t sure that I particularly cared whether she got a good view or not. It seemed to me that all I wanted to do then was to punish Kerry for what she had done. It seemed to me to be a betrayal. Angered by it, I thrust into her again and again hard and brutally as if I wanted to hurt her. She seemed to accept it as my driving force and worked herself back into me with unbridled enthusiasm. Her bottom swung from side to side and up and down as she rode my cock with thoroughbred determination and I had to grip her hips tightly to avoid being unseated and thrown out. On we bounded in gigantic convulsions with sighs and groans, exhortations and exclamations, sweat pouring off our bodies and commingling in our union where my pubic hair matted against her ass and my charger streamed with the moistures of our fucking. I lurched forward over her back and reached beneath to grasp her large tits. I plied them with my fingers, squeezing and kneading and wrenching at the engorged nipples as I plunged in and out of her bottom hole. She twisted her head round, offering her mouth to mine. Being an incautious lifting of the veil of anonymity, that brings a meeting of minds rather than bodies, kissing is, for a counsellor, an intimacy too far but, nevertheless, in the heat of passion with her breath rasping through her nostrils I clamped my lips to hers as I had, carelessly done too many times before. There was no going back. Our tongues intertwined with the same vigour as I thrust my cock into her bum. My cum was beginning to boil in my balls as they slapped against her pussy lips. It seemed that all the energy I possessed was concentrated in my cock relentless as that cranked weapon Kathleen had been put to. My scolding cum was drawn up into my shaft.

“I’m co … ming … you bitch … co ... ming!” I thrust in shorter, harder strokes needing my cock as far up inside Kerry as it would go, nor yet further. I wanted to inundate her very bowels with my load.

“Let me have it, you sod … now... NOW!”

She cried out in an excess of passion as my hot juice shot into her cavern and bathed her insides with superheated cum. She was panting like a steam engine. “Aaaaah! That’s it give it all to me ...oh ... oh ... oh!” Kerry had reached under herself and was kneading my balls to make them give up everything they had to offer her. She continued to wriggle and draw on my cock for a long time after she had emptied them but, at last, fatigued and contented, we fell together on to the rubber and, still conjoined, relaxed as we both slowly descended from whatever climactic hill we had just climbed.