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Chapter 11
Ken smiled as Joan approached. Unlike the last time that she'd been at
the mansion, she was fully clothed. She looked at him with some trepidation, so
he stepped forward with his arms open. With only a small hesitation, she
stepped into them. They hugged for a moment, then he let her go and stepped
back.
"So," he said smiling, "are you feeling better today?"
"Yes, I am, thank you," she said.
She seemed at a loss as to what to say next and Ken sighed. Apparently,
it would fall to him to speak to her about life in the mansion.
"Would you like to sit down?" he asked.
"Sure."
They were silent for a few minutes, then he said, "So I guess you
managed to work things out with Eric and Sally?"
"Kind of." she replied.
"They never did explain what goes on around here, did they?"
"I'm not sure what you mean," she replied.
"May I ask what you decided to do about your relationship with Eric and
Sally?"
Joan colored, then straightened her back. "We're, um ... still working
out the details ... but ... as odd as this sounds, I think we all want to be
together."
"It doesn't sound odd. Or, at the very least, it doesn't sound out of
place in this house."
"It's confusing to me," replied Joan. "I'm really not sure about a lot
of things I'm feeling."
Ken was silent as Joan tried to put her thoughts into words.
"I ..." she swallowed. "I'm in love with Eric and Sally. I adore little
Christine." A longer pause. "The ... feelings I have when I'm ... when you and
I..."
Her voice trailed off because she was too embarrassed to complete the
sentence. She looked down at her hands, folded in her lap.
"I... like it when you and I ... when I'm being a, um, slave," she said,
her voice firming up.
Ken grinned at her, and said, "You do seem to enjoy that. As does
everyone else that you're involved with."
Joan blushed a fiery red.
"Thing is, as long as it pleases you, Eric and Sally, there's no reason
for you not to continue to do that. That will have to be decided as part of the
rules for your triad."
Joan blinked, "Triad?"
"Did I misunderstand?" asked Ken. "I was under the impression that you
three were going to get together."
Joan was silent, then: "I think you're right. It's just a very new idea
for me."
"Let me tell you about some of the ideas that we have regarding
relationships..." started Ken.
For the next hour or so they talked about relationships in the mansion.
They also talked about the beliefs that everyone shared here. Joan had heard of
paganism but, like most people, knew little of the real beliefs and much of the
propaganda.
"I don't know," she said after they'd talked for awhile. "It just seems
like I'm so greedy. I mean, all of a sudden, I'm involved in the kinds of
relationships that I never knew I wanted, but now think that I can't live
without. It's stupid, I know, but there you have it."
Night had descended, and they sat quietly for a while. Eric and Sally
entered the Garden, with Christine in Sally's arms. Ken could feel Joan's
emotions surge at the sight of them and smiled to himself.
He stood as they walked up, then held out his hand to Joan. She took
it, and he pulled her to her feet.
"Welcome home, love," he said, kissing her lightly.
He kissed Sally, rested his hand on Eric's shoulder for a second, then
left the Garden.
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Monday, when Ken returned from class, he wandered out to the pool, where
Sandy and Jane were lounging.
"Hey," he asked, "aren't you supposed to be working on something so that
I can get my car into the shop?"
"Hey yourself," she returned with a sunny smile. "It's a nice day, Jane
wanted to ride and so voila! here we are at the pool after a nice ride. Oh, by
the way, Davyn asked me to tell you we'd be ready for it Thursday. That cool?"
"Yup," said Ken.
Eying the naked bodies of his wife and Sandy, he wondered if Sandy would
be up for a little play time. Jane, he knew, was more than ready. It had been
too long since anyone played hard with her. Perhaps it was time to rectify
that. He sat down on the edge of the lounge Jane was laying on and began
running a finger over her ribs to the base of one large breast. Her breathing
immediately changed and she opened her eyes, looking at her husband.
"Sandy? Would you mind if I borrowed my wife for a while?" asked Ken.
"I don't know," she said, quickly picking up on his mood. "I was hoping
to get some time in with her."
"Well, since you *are* visiting, it wouldn't do for you to be
disappointed. You'd be more than welcome to join me. I bet you'd like what I
have in mind."
Those words began to really arouse Jane. Being used as a sex slave,
discussed as if she were just a toy, turned her on a lot. But not as much as
the fingers that had gripped one nipple bar to harshly tug on that swelling nub.
She suppressed a moan. In her opinion, it had been too long since she'd been
well used for her Master's pleasure.
"I'm sure I'll love whatever you have in mind," smiled Sandy.
"Well then," he said, "why don't you occupy yourself with my slave while
I go upstairs to get a few things together?"
Sandy stood up and walked to Jane's lounge.
"I'll be happy to," she said, kneeling over Jane's mouth.
She grabbed Jane's hair and none-too-gently pulled her head into
her rapidly-moistening pussy. Jane, of course, immediately started licking and
sucking, knowing exactly how to please Sandy. Ken went upstairs to get some
toys. On the way back down, he grabbed a small cooler and filled it with some
bottled water from the fridge.
None of his preparations took very long. When he returned, Sandy had
repositioned herself so that she was facing Jane's feet. She was smearing her
sticky liquids all over Jane's face and had herself centered so that, as she
played with her own clit, Jane's tongue was pushed inside her asshole. Sandy
liked ass-play quite a bit and was really enjoying herself.
Jane was enjoying herself as well. Sandy was making a point of
viciously twisting Jane's nipples and digging her nails into Jane's full
breasts. She also had slapped them enough that they were a bit red, as was the
gash between the submissive woman's legs. Ken walked up just as Sandy leaned
forward again to slap Jane's pussy.
"Beg to drink my piss, slave," she said.
Ken had noticed that, more and more, Sandy was taking a dominant roll
with Jane. She still enjoyed some time in the ropes, but he was sure it was
mainly because she liked to struggle against them, rather than any overtly
submissive urges.
"Please, Mistress, UH!, may I drink your piss?" said Jane.
"No," said Sandy landing a loud slap on Jane's mons. It was clear her
fingers had made direct contact with Jane's clit ring, making the woman jump and
moan with passion.
"You ready to go, Sandy?" asked Ken.
She sat down full on the other woman's face, cutting off her breath.
"Are we going somewhere?"
"Yup. For a little walk."
Sandy knew there was more to it than that, and so got off the woman
under her.
Ken quickly collared his wife and pulled her off the lounge, positioning
her on all fours on the pavement. She was panting now, sensing her desire for
rough treatment was soon to be fulfilled. Ken grabbed a set of modified nipple
clamps, each with a sixteen-ounce weight, and put one on each of her nipples.
She groaned -- that was one hell of a lot of weight. Each clamp had serrated
teeth, ensuring they had a firm grip, and pain flared through her chest as her
breasts were pulled almost into cones. She loved it.
"Let's go," he said, taking a leash attached to Jane's collar in one
hand and the bag in the other.
Sandy slipped on her flip-flops, grabbed the cooler and followed him out
into the yard.
Since the mansion was on ten acres, some of it quite wooded, it was very
private. Even aircraft, oddly enough, didn't seem to fly over. Probably, Ken
thought, because he wasn't a celebrity.
They walked (or crawled, in Jane's case) for a couple of minutes to a
stand of trees. There wasn't much shade under them, and the day was a typical
SoCal summer day. Bright and very hot. Jane was quite dusty and sweaty when
they finally got to the the trees. Naturally, that got to Sandy, since Jane's
sweat was laden with pheromones; besides, Sandy had a thing about sweat.
Ken put the bag down and opened it. Sandy ran her fingers over Jane,
sliding them into Jane's wet cunt and finger-fucking her. Jane moaned and
thrust her hips back at Sandy. Sandy smiled, pulled out her fingers -- coated
with Jane's secretions -- and put them to her mouth, enjoying the taste.
Ken looked at her, and realized that she was being affected by Jane's
pheromones in a big way. Or perhaps she just liked the taste of Jane's pussy
juice. He had noticed that the Priestesses all tasted better than your average
woman. Not that he didn't like the taste of your average woman -- he loved
eating pussy -- but eating a Priestess brought the experience to a whole new
level.
While Sandy teased Jane, Ken pounded two pieces of rebar deep into the
ground. Next, he started braiding her long hair from the top of her head,
weaving a strand of leather tightly into the braid, then tying it off. He had
Jane stand up and put her hands in front of her. She winced from the pull of
the heavy weights on her nipples. The clamps, while not sharp, were very tight
and had actually cut her skin. Ken used untreated hemp woven into a very rough
and splintery rope to tie her wrists tightly together. Then, he flipped some
rope over the selected branch and pulled her hands over her head -- not
stretching her, just holding her hands in place. Next, he took more of the same
rope and wrapped each of her ankles. Then he tied each one to a piece of the
rebar, which caused her to spread her legs very wide.
He went back to the rope attached to her wrists and pulled, forcing her
eventually to rise on her toes as the pull on her wrists grew. It was an
uncomfortable position, to say the least, and not one for a novice. To say
nothing of the potential damage that could be caused to her wrists. Of course,
Jane was far tougher to hurt than your average woman, and since she could easily
heal herself, there was very little that could actually cause permanent damage.
This freed Ken to place her in very strict bondage with no fear of doing her
lasting harm. He took the end of the braid and tied it to her wrists. It
wasn't very tight, but it did keep her hair out of the way.
She moaned loudly when Ken removed the clamps, the blood rushing back
into her abused nipples. Some of it made thin, red trails down her perfect
breasts. He was hard as a rock and knew that Jane was slipping into subspace.
Sandy, too, had her lust rising to a fever pitch.
Finally, he pulled three whips out of the bag. One was a six-foot
single tail. The other two were knotted cats. Each strand of the cat was made
from supple leather about as thick as a sneaker lacing. Each strand had knots
tied about an inch apart along its two-and-a-half-foot length.
Ken smiled at his wife as he approached her with the single-tail in his
hand and kissed her. Her scent, sweat mixed with arousal, was intoxicating and
he couldn't wait to plunge his cock deep into her willing body. But first
things first.
"You don't mind if Sandy and I use you for some target practice, do
you?" he asked smiling.
"No, Master. Please, use your slave," she panted.
Her eyes were dilated, despite the brightness of the sun.
"Would you like to sit back for a few minutes while I warm her up with
this?" asked Ken.
"Sure," replied Sandy.
She'd been spreading out the blanket that had been in the bag. Now she
kicked off her flip-flops and sat back, legs spread wide, slowly rubbing her
pussy.
Ken turned back to his slave, and began lightly hitting her with the
single tail in a back and forth motion. Well, light for Jane, which meant that
while the leather wasn't cutting her -- yet -- it was raising long red welts on
her skin.
He started on her outer thighs, the whip wrapping around them with the
tip invariably snapping on her tender inner thigh. After her thighs were well
marked, he moved to her back, often angling the whip so the tip created painful
welts under her arms. Very little of her body was spared. Her stomach had many
welts, some bleeding, by the time he'd finished his 'warm up'. Her ass was also
bleeding and the tip had found its way to snap on the soft flower of her sex
numerous times. Her bare mons had also been a popular target.
Jane had gritted her teeth time and time again to keep her body under
control and not have an orgasm. She had not been given permission to cum, and
knew it was quite possible that her Master would deny her for a long time.
She was soaked with sweat when he finished with the single tail. Sandy
stood when Ken put it back in the bag and picked up the two cats. He offered
her one, and Sandy's eyes glowed. She approached Jane and grabbed the base of
her braid, pulling her into a deep kiss. Jane responded with a moan, her hips
rotating as she controlled her desire. Then Sandy took one of her large nipples
in her mouth and bit it. Jane moaned, whimpering as Sandy's tongue traced under
each large breast, licking up the liquid that was dripping off her.
Sandy continued to torture Jane with her tongue, dipping into her belly
button, licking the sticky juice that coated her swollen, inner cunt lips.
About that time, Ken started using the whip on Jane's back. If used with enough
power, it would easily cause her to bleed, so Ken was careful -- but not too
careful.
Sandy was less experienced than Ken, and so when she finished her
teasing, they switched places and began to work their way down Jane's bound and
stretched body with the whips. Ken at the front, Sandy in back.
Jane began begging for an orgasm. Ken was working her breasts, now cut
in several places, and Sandy was working on her ass. Finally, Ken stepped back,
which Sandy took as a signal to stop, as well.
"Noo! Please, Master, don't stop, please!" panted Jane.
"Do you want to cum, slave?"
The question was rhetorical, to say the least, but he knew she wanted to
beg.
"Yes, please, Master, let your slave cum." Jane's hips rotated and she
was literally dripping, a long strand of her oils oozing from her body.
Ken made her beg for a while longer. Sandy stood back and fingered
herself to an orgasm in front of Jane, which, of course, only added to Jane's
need. Especially when Sandy took her fingers, webbed together by a thick coat
of her cream, and wiped them over Jane's nose and mouth. Ken decided that she
had waited long enough, and began using the cat between her spread legs, the
harsh leather strands merciless against her soft pussy. Sandy returned to using
the other cat from Jane's rear, often catching the sides of Jane's breasts with
the tips, while Ken began windmilling the leather to stroke her sex. It didn't
take very long for her to have a strong orgasm, but Ken kept going, working her
up to another. He stopped before she got there, though.
With Sandy's help, they soon had Jane repositioned. First, they took
her hands down and untied them. Next, her elbows were tied until they were
touching, then her wrists were fastened together. Once again, a rope was
attached to her wrist rope and pulled up, which caused her arms to be pulled up
-- behind her, instead of in front. When they finished, Jane was bent over at
a bit less than a ninety-degree angle, with her arms pulled painfully up and
behind her, and once again on her toes. Her flexibility had grown, and her
wrists were quite a bit higher than her head. Ken took a ring gag and put that
in her mouth, then tied her braid to the rope holding her wrists, forcing her
head to look forward. That was bad enough, but he was far from finished.
Next came several coils of the rough hemp, which he wrapped tightly
around the base of each breast. They were hard and turning a dark red by the
time he was finished. Needless to say, after being whipped, they were already
very sensitive. She groaned as the weights were added back to each nipple, this
time with hooks that attached to her nipple bars, rather than clamps.
Finally, Ken and Sandy returned to the blanket and, in full view of his
suffering slave, began to have sex. Sandy was penetrated in all three holes,
with Ken eventually cumming in her asshole. Sandy loved every second of it,
especially since they were both able to watch as the heat, weights and extreme
position took their toll on Jane. Her sweat was stinging the multiple cuts that
the whip had made, which only added to her pain. Naturally, Jane was in her
glory.
When he finished with Sandy, he made sure to use Jane's mouth to clean
him off. Not that she wouldn't have anyway, but she was unable to object since
the ring gag kept her mouth open. Again, that was just fine with her -- made
the whole experience better, in fact.
Finally Ken knelt down and started fiddling with her clit ring. It
wasn't a large ring, but it had been placed so that it would keep her clit
exposed. Her clit had been easily exposed before she'd been pierced, since the
hood wasn't all that long, or thick, but the ring near the base ensured that her
sensitive organ was completely accessible. Normally, there might have been the
worry that she would be desensitized, but Lea had seen to it that that wouldn't
happen. If anything, she was more sensitive there, not less. Ken rarely
removed the ring, but he and Annette had been working on some new toys, and he
thought this was the time to start using them, so it took it out and replaced it
with a bar that had two small rings on either side. Jane was very sensitive and
was moaning and trying not to move. It was difficult, especially in her
position.
Once the bar was in place, Ken reached into his bag and took out a
stand, a pole, and something that looked like a small, curved, saddle -- one
that had several hundred plastic bristles attached to it. He put everything
together, then angled it so that it would match the angle of her pussy quite
nicely. The bristles were stiff, but weren't too rough -- if it were only your
fingers they were rubbing against. If they came into contact with a swollen,
just-whipped pussy, it would be a whole different story. Against someone's
clit, they would be quite painful.
Once everything was in position, Jane -- who had relaxed her legs, even
though it put more stress on her shoulders -- was up on her toes again. The
saddle was positioned so that, if she weren't, the bristles would be digging
into her cunt rather than just lightly resting against the lips. They were also
resting against her clit, but that was the least of her problems. Thin rods had
been attached to each side of the bar through her clit. Those rods extended a
short distance, then ran through small guides on the saddle, ensuring that it
would be very difficult for her to shift enough to keep the bristles away from
her swollen organ. Finally, fairly heavy weights had been attached to each of
the rods, stretching her clit and making sure that any move caused a lot of
tugging. She was panting, saliva running down her chin when he finished.
"Well," said Ken, "I guess we're done here. Ready to head back, Sandy?"
Sandy's eyes were wide as she imagined how those bristles would feel
against her pussy, never mind her clit. If Jane came down off her toes even a
little, they'd be grinding into her pussy and clit rather than just brushing
against them, and there was no escape. Since the weights did shift as Jane
moved around, there was a constant tugging on her clit, as well as the constant
stimulation of the bristles. Jane's eyes were closed, sweat dripping from her
panting body and stinging her eyes. But there were clear strands of juice that
had already started to coat the saddle, and Sandy had no doubt that Jane was
enjoying her predicament immensely.
"How long are you going to leave her like that?" asked Sandy as they
started to walk away.
Ken shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe an hour. Maybe 'till tomorrow."
Over his shoulder, he said, "Have fun, love. You're allowed three orgasms -- no
more."
Jane groaned very loudly, and Ken caught the sight of their Goddess
appearing behind her. He smiled.
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Jane's predicament had reignited Sandy's passions, so when they got back
to poolside, Ken was more than happy to use his mouth, fingers, and finally cock
on the woman to satisfy her.
"Gee," he commented, "I guess I didn't do such a great job before."
"Don't be silly," she smiled, "that has nothing to do with it. For some
reason, your wife just makes me really excited." She blushed a little and said,
"She brings out something in me. Something that makes me enjoy watching her
squirm. It's kind of embarrassing."
"Why?" asked Ken, dipping his tongue between her nether lips.
Sandy purred, her excitement overriding her embarrassment, "I like
watching while someone hurts her. It's really exciting, because I know how much
she likes it."
Ken slid a finger inside both of Sandy's lower holes and flicked his
tongue over her clit. "And you'd like to be the one hurting her, wouldn't you?"
"Oh, GOD! you're driving me crazy," she panted, not willing to reply.
"Tell me the truth, or I'll tease you until you pass out, then give you
to Arianwen. You remember what happened the last time that happened, don't
you?"
"Oh," said Sandy, squirming as her excitement increased. It was clear
the thought of being given to Ari really got her going. "You wouldn't," she
gasped.
"I would," he replied, teasing her sex lightly with his teeth.
"Yessss," she hissed. "I'd like to be the one playing with her..."
"It's more than that, isn't it?" he prompted. "You don't want to 'play'
with her. You want to whip her... cane her breasts... use a large dildo in her
holes..."
Sandy knew that Jane was not built to accommodate large objects. That
never stopped her Master or Arianwen from using them on her, though.
As the images of what Ken was describing flooded her brain, she moaned,
"Yes, yesss. I want that ... I want to whip her again, hear her scream when I
make her cum ..."
Ken turned up the teasing just a little more, and Sandy found she was
going out of her mind, almost losing touch with her surroundings. His voice was
about the only thing grounding her.
"Perhaps, we should think about getting you a slave of your own..."
For some reason, that thought shot Sandy into orbit, her orgasm
continuous until she couldn't get enough oxygen and passed out. When she
regained consciousness, she could feel Ken's strong arms holding her sweating
body. She opened her eyes and smiled, a little shyly.
"Glad to see you're back," he said gently, kissing her forehead, then
her lips.
Sandy felt like a limp rag and just nodded. Finally, she began to get
her strength back and they separated, Ken reaching into the cooler for some
water. She drank deeply, then leaned back in the chair and stretched like a
cat, her skin wet and shining in the sun. It was a beautiful sight, to say the
least.
Eventually, they walked to the outdoor shower and turned it on, letting
the cool water stream over their bodies.
"You," she said as she leaned against the wall, "are a cruel, vile, evil
man."
"Yup," he smiled. "But I'm guessing that I hit a nerve there, eh?"
"Like I said," replied Sandy, "something about your wife brings out
this... thing... in me. I'm usually not like that."
"But you liked it when I said we should find you someone to play with,
though, didn't you?"
Sandy was silent, enjoying the feeling of his hands as he shampooed her
hair. "Yes," she finally said, almost in a whisper.
They said nothing more about that, but Sandy asked Ken how much longer
he was going to leave Jane out back. He just shrugged and grinned. Sandy shook
her head. She had no idea how the other woman endured it, but the tingle in her
own clit caused by knowing that Jane was still suffering was a little
disturbing.
Ken knew that Lea was still playing with her High Priestess. He could
feel them, in the back of his mind, and knew that Lea was blocking Jane's
orgasms while they played. She'd released the block once, and Jane had cum so
hard, she'd almost passed out, then screamed back to full consciousness as her
weight landed on the saddle after her knees buckled. Lea smiled at her, then
patiently began to tease her again, relentlessly driving Jane's excitement back
up to where it had just been. Each touch of the Goddess felt like an amped-up
Violet wand, or like streaks of fire over and under her skin. It drove her
wild. Jane would sleep well tonight.
"So," said Ken as he and Sandy sat down in the kitchen, eating a snack,
"have you decided if you're going to work with Davyn?"
He'd just gotten out the question when Sally walked into the kitchen.
She seemed to have this preternatural ability to sense when someone was in there
eating, and always arrived within minutes to see if she could feed them more.
"You're going to work for Davyn?" asked Sally. She giggled, "Better be
careful, or you might find that it's *your* hood he gets under."
Sandy started, a bit guiltily. This was Sally's father-in-law, after
all. Sally smiled, though.
"Oh, I'm just kidding," Sally said, kissing Sandy on the cheek. "Sort
of. Davyn has an eye for women, but he would never step out on his wife."
Ken smiled and shook his head. Sally was telling the truth, he knew.
Davyn would never cheat on his wife, nor would he ever let sex cause problems in
a business relationship. The truth, however, didn't give the whole picture, and
Sally knew it.
"Bummer," smiled Sandy, trying to regain some composure. "He's hot, and
so's Helen. I'd be more than happy to have either -- or both -- of them."
Sally breezed by and kissed Sandy again. "Good luck. I've always
thought they were both hot."
"So," prompted Ken again, "you didn't answer my question. Are you going
to work for him?"
"I really want to," said Sandy. "But I don't have the schooling to keep
up with him. I mean, I grew up with older brothers who played with muscle cars.
I was always helping them out with stuff -- when they'd let me. I know a lot
about engines. But Davyn ... he's on a different level completely. I've never
even heard of the modifications that he's come up with, never mind the theories
that he talks about. That guy's a genius."
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People had started to return to Nemetodunum for dinner. Jane was still
out back, only semi-conscious by this time. Lea had only let her cum twice,
both times causing the woman to lose consciousness, and she was exhausted, the
strict position Ken had left her in becoming more and more painful. She was
also deep into her version of subspace, and as much as she hurt, she was flying
on a sexual high that she rarely got to visit.
Ari came into the kitchen, where everyone had gathered to talk, and
leaned over.
"Our wife is almost passed out from bliss in the back yard. What did
you do to her?"
"Why don't you go see for yourself," said Ken. "In fact, why don't you
go release her? Make sure to take the bar out of her clit and put the ring back
in." Ken handed her Jane's clit ring.
"May I have some fun with our wife, too?" she asked.
"Of course. Use her anyway you'd like. She's allowed one more orgasm
today. I was going to wait until bedtime, but do as you think is best," he
replied. "Oh, when you bring her back, make sure she returns the same way I
brought her out there."
"How was that?"
"Make her tell you," said Ken.
Arianwen grinned, looking for all the world like a teen with a new iPod,
and skipped out the back. Ken shook his head and smiled. What with the way she
handled herself -- the classes, the fact that she was married, how well spoken
she was -- Ken often forgot that she was only seventeen.
Surely, there couldn't be too many seventeen-year-olds like her. He
smiled as, minutes later, Jane's lust began to spike again, then went back to
the conversation.
End Chapter 2-11
