Butterfly Wings

BUTTERFLY WINGS

By Tcheena3

  CHAPTER THREE  - Light Wind

  It was almost two weeks before I had anything more to do with Vida.

I knew she was going to ring me the morning after the so-called 'dinner party', probably to gloat, or perhaps to pretend that it was all perfectly normal behaviour and suggest that we all do it again sometime!

But I was wrong. The call never came. I rehearsed over and over in my mind what I was going to say to extricate myself from her social calendar. As each day went past, I got more tense rather than less so, in anticipation of the call that didn't come.

I think now of the events that were to occur in the next couple of weeks as a light wind in the overall scheme of the hurricane that was building. But at the time, they felt more like a hurricane in their own right. 

In the days after I had been so publicly and embarrassingly fucked by Beat and her husband I was distraught. Phil had returned home late on the Sunday afternoon and all I wanted was to be folded in his arms, held and caressed and reassured that everything was going to be o.k. But it felt like there was a chasm between us.

I tried to act normally, cheerfully putting my arms around his neck and greeting his return with a warm wet kiss. But the reality was that I had never cheated on him before. I felt incredibly guilty and was sure that it must show.

On the Sunday night, I couldn't even bring myself to make love with him, stupidly fearful that he would be able to tell that my pussy had had a big artificially cock in it only hours before. I pleaded a headache and a virus, although the viral symptoms that had made me so uncomfortable in the two days before had actually receded considerably, much as Vida had suggested they would.

The next few days didn't get much better. Phil himself seemed almost as distant and distracted as I was. On a couple of occasions I asked him if anything was the matter and he just said that he was a bit worried about a major proposal he was working on. I didn't pursue it, largely because I didn't want him asking the same questions of me!

I must have disguised my anguish sufficiently well because he never indicated that he had noticed. Nevertheless, it was a tremendous relief when he left on his next trip. I was really sure that all I needed was a few days on my own to come to terms with everything and get back to normal.

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Phil left on the Wednesday, a week and a half after the fateful weekend. He was due back on the following Tuesday.

Less than half an hour after the taxi had picked him up to take him to the airport the phone rang. I picked it up, assuming that Phil must have forgotten something.

"Hi, Honey! What did you forget?"

"OoooAh! My little sparrow! I do soooo love it when you call me Honey!" A sweet, warm, seductive voice. It was Vida!

Bloody Hell! That was the second time I'd made the same mistake on the phone! I felt immediately off-balance, mentally kicking myself for my stupidity.

"I'm just calling to ask if you can help me out again this weekend, seeing as how you enjoyed it so much the last time!" Vida went on with a smile in her voice.

"Oh! Um..." I stuttered. All the brilliant, suave, sophisticated responses I'd been planning all week scattered in the light wind that wafted through my head.

"Don't worry!" Vida continued. "I'm not asking you to fill in a dinner spot. I was actually wondering if you'd mind helping me do some preparations for a fancy-dress party I'm throwing on Saturday. And I also really need someone to help with serving drinks during the evening. Normally, I'd just use the caterers, but I think there'll be a bit of mischief at this party." She laughed. "You know what some of my friends are like and the things they get up to! I can't hire just anyone! I'll make it worth your while."

"Oh. Look, I'm really sorry," I said. "I've already got plans for this weekend. You know Phil's away and I was planning to visit some friends."

"Ah," she paused. "Planning? Have you made the arrangements already?"

"Well, no, not yet." Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! I kicked myself, again! What the hell was I thinking of? I'm such a bad liar and I'd managed to shoot down the excuse I'd only just made up!

"Well, that's great! That's settled then. I'll have the chauffeur pick you up on Saturday about midday. Does that time suit?"

"Actually, Vida..." I found myself momentarily stuck for words, but I knew I couldn't let this go on. I steeled myself, taking a deep breath. "Actually... um, I think... um, well, actually I don't want to do that again!"

"Do what again?" Vida asked ingenuously.

"Well... you know... what happened the other week," I went on nervously.

"Oh that! That was just a bit of fun! I wouldn't put you through that again if you don't want to."

"I...," I started.

"Mind you," she over-rode me. "You did seem to enjoy it quite a bit at the time! I have a vague recollection of pussy juice all over my furniture!!" she said crudely.

"Yes. I know. You're right. I did have a good time," I confessed "And I really appreciate you inviting me. I mean, you've been so sweet about helping Phil and I get settled into the company... you know, introducing me to your friends... and stuff. But... it's just that I don't really feel comfortable being around that sort of stuff... and... well, even if you don't want me to actually get involved, I still don't really want to be around it."

There. It was out. I felt relieved and wound up all at the same time.

There was a pause and then Vida spoke.

"Well, I have to say, I'm pretty disappointed," she said sharply. "I've always taken great pride in how we all help each other out at LLS. I've done a lot to help Phil with his career. You must know that I gave him a chance that was really above his level of experience. Even now, he's been struggling and I have to help him out quite frequently."

There was a brief silence, leaving her statement hanging heavily between us. I didn't know what to say. Then she went on.

"And you said yourself how much you appreciated being included! I'm not sure that this is going to work out in the long term. I really need to have employees that share the LLS family ethos."

She was threatening me!

The relief I had felt evaporated leaving me with just the sick, heavy, nervous pit in my stomach. Even so, I knew that my relationship with Phil was more important than any particular point in his career. And I knew that if I got involved again I would be sorry. I would find it harder to keep it from Phil and who knows what the outcome would be.

I cleared my throat and said, in as firm a voice as I could muster, "I'm really sorry you feel like that Vida. I really am happy to help out with anything at all that would help LLS. But I can't get involved in that 'stuff' again. I just don't think it would be fair to Phil."

CLICK!

I was stunned! Without another word, Vida had just put the phone down on me.

I was shaking right after the phone call. She was really angry with me. I knew that from the tone of her voice. I couldn't believe I had basically told my husband's boss where to get off.

+++

I had planned to go shopping during the morning but now I just didn't feel like it. I spent the rest of the day pottering around the house, my mood alternating between self-justifying anger and fear about the possible outcome on our lives. Would she actually fire Phil? Surely not. But what if she did? What we do then? How on earth would I explain to Phil what had gone on?

Late in the afternoon, I was walking from the kitchen into the living room, when I noticed a large brown envelope lying on the carpet just inside the front door.

Huh? I hadn't heard the postman arrive. And anyway the envelope lay partially under the door itself, suggesting that it had been slipped under the door from outside.

I picked it up with a mixture of trepidation and excitement. What on earth could it be? Maybe I'd won the lottery or something amazing like that! I laughed to myself at the stupid little fantasies I sometimes came up with. I turned the envelope over. It was plain with no markings except 'Erika' written in blue ballpoint on the front. Carefully, I peeled open the flap at one end and extracted the contents. There was just one A4 sized piece of paper, blank on the side that was face up.

I turned it over and realised that it was actually a sheet of address labels, something I was very familiar with after the secretarial work I had done years before. It was a standard sheet with about 14 labels, the kind that you print addresses on to and then peel off to stick on an envelope.

Every label had been printed on. At the top on the left-hand side was Phil's name and his work address at LLS. Below that was our niece Libby's name and university address. She had moved out last year when she began her degree and was staying in one of the university colleges. Below Libby's name came my parents.

The remainder of the labels were printed with an assortment of our friend's names and addresses. These ranged from an old school friend, Vicky, that I hadn't seen in almost 10 years, to a couple that we had only met in recent weeks at the local tennis club. I'm not sure that we'd really even class them as friends. They were wealthier than us and seemed to want to socialise with us, although we found them a bit smug and condescending.

I was puzzled. I had no idea what it was for or who had sent it. I even ripped the envelope apart in case I'd missed something inside.

Nothing!

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Thursday morning. Another restless night. I was sitting at the kitchen table, in my dressing gown, tired and nursing a steaming cup of black coffee when I heard the tap of a footstep on the porch and a rustle at the front door. I got up, expecting to hear a knock and walked into the hallway to see who it was.

On the floor by the door was another envelope, similar to the first.

I rushed to the door and opened it swiftly to see who had left the envelope. But there was no-one there. Not even a car parked nearby.

I picked up the envelope and closed the door, leaning back against it as I levered up the flap.

Oh! Dear God! No! Please!

My legs buckled under me in shock and I slid to the floor clutching the contents of the envelope to my chest.

A dozen or so glossy photos, 8" x 10", all of them featuring me! Me with a large cock buried in my mouth, drooling spittle, eyes half-closed in an obvious state of arousal! Me, mouth wide open in a cry of passion, being fucked by a woman with a strap-on! Me, bent at the waist, skirt flipped up onto my back while an obviously female hand caressed my buttocks! Me, on hands and knees on the coffee table with a myriad of hands, male and female, stroking me, pinching, pulling my nipples while I bowed my back downwards, thrusting my ass into the air, an expression of desperation on my face. It was obvious what I was desperate for!

And so it went, photo after photo, bright, detailed, focused, revealing me in intimate detail in a variety of lewd and wanton poses. But not a single hint of anyone else's identity. Not even a view of the background or furniture.

These were professional quality photos and I knew exactly what they meant!

I'm not stupid.

I knew how this worked. I'd read enough novels in my time to understand blackmail. I immediately got the connection to the address labels the day before. And I realised that considerable effort and expense must have been spent even on that one sheet. Some of those names I hadn't been in touch with for years, so someone had been doing a lot of digging to compile the list.

In a moment of absolute clarity, I also knew that I would only have one opportunity to nip this in the bud and that was now. If I gave in, it would be a downward spiral. I just knew it. Step by inexorable step, I'd be taken to places I couldn't even conceive of now.

You probably think I'm being melodramatic! But if you had seen the photos, you'd think differently. This was a clearly pre-meditated process. The photos were frightening in their stark glossy reality. Whoever it was wouldn't have gone to all that trouble just for a little bit of fun.

What do I mean "whoever it was"? I should just say SHE!

Fuck! Fuck! Fucking bloody fucking bitch! I'll fucking kill the slag!

My mind raged with vicious thoughts of revenge. How dare she! Well she'll be sorry! She'll learn! I'm stronger than that! She can fucking try her hardest, but I'm not giving in to blackmail! I'll fucking blackmail her, the bitch! Just wait till the papers find out about what goes on with perfect Ms. Lowry. They'll have a field day. Yes! Two can play at that game! It'll take a bit of planning, but so what, I can...

As I raged, I was opening the end of the envelope to stuff the incriminating evidence back inside and a small slip of paper fell out and fluttered to the floor. I picked it up and saw a single line of typed text:

9am Friday. Be ready for collection. All weekend. No need to pack.

That was tomorrow morning!

All my bravado dissolved in a flood of anguished tears.

+++

It took almost the whole night to think it through.

Around 4am or so, I finally fell into heavy fretful sleep. I'd been through it over and over, looking at it from every angle and then back again. I just couldn't risk it. I couldn't risk not doing what she said.

All those years of reading trashy novels, thinking how stupid the protagonists were to give in to blackmail so easily. If only they'd been strong enough at the start it would all have been o.k.!

Now I knew differently. Just the thought of my niece Libby seeing those photos filled me with horror. And as for my parents, well! Such a tiny list of addresses. But it was my whole life! If all those people found out, it would destroy every shred of confidence I had. I could never live anywhere in the world associated with them. I might be able to manage it if Phil and I could face it together. But how could we? Phil would be devastated! He would leave me for sure. He'd always had a bit of a jealous streak and there was no way I could try and downplay what had happened. The photos were just too graphic.

After endless hours of tossing and turning in bed I made my decision.

I would do what the bitch wanted, but only on condition that she told no-one and destroyed all digital copies of the photos and never took any more photos no matter what she forced me to do.

Hah! Talk about self-delusion!

In the dark recesses of my mind I knew I was fooling myself, but I just couldn't bring myself to acknowledge it just then. Instead, I berated myself for mishandling the conversation with Vida in the first place. If I'd just agreed to help out at the party, that might have been the end of it. I could have just gone along and done the preparations, as she suggested. But now she was forcing me to give in to her and once I did so, where would it end?

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The chauffeured car delivered me to Vida's around mid-morning. No luggage for the weekend, just the clothes I was dressed in - white jeans, tank-top and my Asic walkers. I won't bore you with how I was feeling or how the last few hours had been. Suffice it to say I felt numb now... all except the pit of dread in my stomach.

Vida received me warmly and cheerfully, thanking me profusely for helping out and acting completely innocently as if nothing was going on. How does she do that?! I railed to myself. It was as if two completely different personalities inhabited her body. This was the one that I would have loved to have as a friend. Not any more though.

I found myself responding coldly and disinterestedly. I might be forced to do this, but I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of doing it willingly. She went on as if nothing had happened. Chatting away animatedly about her plans for the party and pressing one of her delicious cocktails into my hands. I had a few sips. And then a few more. A little voice in my mind suggested deviously that it might all go a bit easier if got myself too drunk to help.

Before Vida had finished more than a quarter of hers, I had drained my own.

Vida looked at me with an amused smile on her face. "They're really nice aren't they?" she asked. "Would you like another?... I'll be right back" she said as I nodded.

It took her no more than a couple of minutes to return, but in that short time I had suddenly started to feel that familiar, slightly dizzy, spaced out feeling. The realisation exploded in my mind like a bolt of lightening! The cocktail was drugged!

You must think me incredibly stupid or maybe just idiotically naive, but it had never occurred to me before. It just doesn't if you have no reason to imagine that someone is drugging you. Why would it? It was so clear to me now. Not a virus. A drug. Now I understood why I had been so incredibly randy and turned on. It was the bitch! Jeez! It wasn't my fault after all. It was her, she had planned it all.

A new feeling of resolve coursed through me and when Vida returned with the fresh cocktail I refused it politely.

"Actually, I'm really sorry, but I don't think I can manage another just now. I'm feeling a bit light headed."

Vida looked into my eyes and her expression changed. A dawning of recognition. She knew that I'd figured it out.

Her expression went cold. She reached out and grasped my jaw firmly in her right hand, forcing my face towards her own, holding my gaze with her dark cool eyes. What she said next scattered my resolve and encircled me in a band of fear.

"Don't be stupid, Little One, you know how this works! You just get to do exactly what you're told, when you're told, from now on. Unless, of course, you'd like your parents to see what you get up to while Hubby's away earning a living to support you?" She forced my face from left to right as if I was shaking it in denial. "Of course you don't!" she went on.

I felt mesmerised by the snake-like look in her eyes.

She continued. "I'm going to give you one chance, right now, to end this. You say to me that you want to walk away and I'll let you go. I'll give you a bit of time to decide. But before you do let me tell you how it works. You go and the photos go with you... out to all your friends and family. You get to go back to your precious suburban life. Except it won't be so precious. Not what you had before!" she hissed.

"Phil loses his job and I suspect that you'll have a hard time patching things up with him. Who knows, maybe you'll be lucky? Hah! With any luck, maybe he's not the jealous type! Still, how about your parents? And what about dear little Libby? Do you think she'll still want to visit? Hmmmm?

Anyway, its probably unfair of me just to give you one side, so here's what happens if you stay. You get to have more excitement than you've had in your life so far, but it goes no further than me and my associates. I can guarantee you more and better orgasms than you've ever had and you get to be humiliated into the bargain... we know you love that don't we?" she sniggered. "You get to be hurt too" she said softly, and paused.

I almost missed it.

"Wha..what?" I stammered.

"I said you're going to get hurt. Physically. It'll be like humiliation, only much richer for you. More sensory, shall we say? It'll take you higher than you can possibly imagine... and lower. Sometimes you'll wish it would never end. Sometimes you'll wish you could end.

Really, you should get out now while you can. Limit the damage and walk away. Otherwise, I'm going to take you further each time. You'll look back on now and wonder why on earth you didn't go. The worse the things that you do, the tighter the blackmail! That's how it works... you know that.

Just a couple of other things before I leave you with it. Firstly... I'll be improving your body while you help LLC with some research..."

"What do you mean?!" I interrupted.

"Just that we're working on some really exciting new developments at LLC that allow us to shape the human body, to some extent. We're ready to run human trials, and you'll be helping. Don't worry, it's perfectly safe and you get to have a sculpted body without all that hard work at the gym!"

"What's the other thing?" I asked. "You said a couple of things."

"I wanted you to know that I'm blackmailing Phil as well," she responded. "Only, his is far more serious. I'll tell you about it sometime. If his comes to light, it's prison... and lengthy. You might want to consider that. If one of you decides to pull out, I count that as both. You pull out and Phil goes down as well!"

"Why? Why are you doing this to us?" I breathed, on the verge of tears.

"Well, partly because I need some testers for the trials. But, mostly, just between us girls, its because I can! I love control. It's so exciting watching you squirm. Plus, I'm looking forward to hurting you!

Anyway," she said, matter-of-factly "that's enough of that. Here. Drink this up and you've got half an hour to make up your mind!"

She turned to leave and then turned back.

"Oh, by the way," she said in an offhand disinterested sort of way, "you might want to have a look at this while you're deciding."

She reached into the back pocket of her jeans and produced a photograph which she handed to me and then strode off. Shock after shock! It seemed that every moment of my life since we met was one unbalancing thing after another. I hardly seemed to come to terms with one thing before she side-swiped me with another.

The photo was not large, but it didn't have to be to have the impact Vida obviously intended. It was a simple shot. A small cheerful group of friends, standing together, three of them, two women and one man, arms across each other's shoulders, smiling broadly at the camera, lush grass lawn underfoot, historical university college building in the background. Nothing unusual. Except the young woman in the middle was my niece, Libby, and the couple on either side were Beat and Severus! I got the message Vida was sending loud and clear.

+++

I was just as confused at the end of the half hour as at the beginning. Really, I knew I had no choice. But my mind just kept looping around all the permutations. What would happen if; what if I reported her; what could I do with no evidence; was I really prepared to give up that delicious, helpless, arousing feeling of humiliation as I was publicly fucked; what did she mean hurt... how bad could it be; what if Libby found out; what on earth could Phil have done to land him in prison; on and on... round and round.

She was smart. She'd forced me to drink the second cocktail before leaving me to my thoughts, knowing it would unbalance my decision. By the time she returned, the loop of thoughts had narrowed to those involving fantasies of what I'd be forced to do over the coming days. I couldn't get them out of my head and my body had responded accordingly.

Big mistake to wear white jeans! My arousal had resulted in a dark damp patch between my legs.

Vida returned. She took one looked at my jeans and laughed.

"Ooh, you naughty girl!" she crowed. "I guess we know what you've decided then. O.K., let's get on with it."

"Wait!" I said. "There's one condition."

"Hm. I don't really think you're in a position to be making conditions!" she responded.

"Well, I am." I said "It's Libby. You have to leave her out of this, or I'm leaving now. I mean it, I don't care what happens to me. But I do care about her."

"O.K.!" she snapped, to my surprise. And that was it. No more conversation.

+++

I spent the afternoon working at Vida's direction and shortly before the guests were due to arrive she sent me to the bedroom she'd allocated to me, with instructions to dress in the outfit on the bed.

It was another French Maid's outfit. Oh, God! I thought, What a cliché.

This one, however, was substantially shorter than that worn by the maid the other night. Even by tugging the skirt down firmly, the hem was barely below the bottom of my buttocks. The slightest lean forward resulted in it sliding up to reveal the lower part of my plump ass cheeks. My stockings, supported by a garter belt, extended up my thighs to finish a couple of inches below the hem, revealing a small expanse of soft white thigh.

There were no panties! Not even a thong!

I felt desperately exposed. And stupid. Even if it was fancy dress, it was a ridiculous costume. It was made worse by the fact that I had been made to consume a third cocktail late in the afternoon and I was ravenously aroused. More so than I had been even by the end of the evening's adventures a couple of weeks ago. I wanted cock and I wanted it now! My vagina was soupy and I couldn't stop leaking onto the inside of my thighs.

I slipped the horribly high spike-heeled shoes onto my feet and walked out to present myself to Vida. I could feel the tension in my calves after just a few steps. She took one look at me and gave a low whistle. "Phew, you really are a find, aren't you!"

Despite my anger at her, I found myself inordinately pleased and felt a small blush of pleasure heat my face.

"Now, Little Slut," she went on "Here are the rules for tonight. They're very simple, but make sure you follow them, or you'll much prefer that you had!" She said this last with a nasty hiss of menace in her voice. "No matter how aroused you feel, you are not under any circumstances to come. You'll get your reward but not until later with me. Do you understand?"

I nodded, but I felt shattered. That was so unfair. She had forced me to stay by promising me the most amazing orgasms (just what I needed right now!) and then tells me I can't have any.

"Bitch!"

For an awful moment, I thought I'd said it out loud, but there was no response so it must have just been in my mind.

"O.K." she went on. "Two more things. You are not come on to anyone. Not in any way. Not at all. No wiggling your hips or thrusting your ass into someone. No rubbing against them. Nothing. And just in case you think you can get away with it, I've got others, apart from Beat and Severus, to keep an eye on you during the evening.

Finally, you are to make yourself available to anyone who approaches you. In whatever way they suggest or whatever they do. That means you do whatever they tell you to, unless it conflicts with the second thing. You will do whatever you are told but you will not move your body in any way, once you are in the positioned required of you. Got it?"

"But..." I started.

"No buts. You'll work it out. You're going to feel very tempted but, seriously, don't think of transgressing any of the rules. You really will be sorry!"

With that, she strode off, leaving me to come to terms with the approaching discomfort of my evening.

+++

That evening was a nightmare of self control.

There would have been about seventy or eighty people, dressed in all manner of finery, mostly masked. A fair number seemed to have come in pairs as master and slave, or mistress and slave, dressed in an assortment of black leather or PVC gear, chains, crops, high-heeled boots, that sort of thing. And they weren't necessarily male slaves with the 'mistresses'! Some had come as female-female pairings but I didn't notice any male-male pairs. I wasn't sure whether they were real or not, but they certainly seemed to act the part and the some of the costumes were very sexy. I felt quite embarrassed but also turned on by it and wondered what it would be like to be someone's slave... until I realised that I pretty much was one already! Duh!

My first task was to serve drinks and it wasn't long before I became the centre of some attention when it was apparent how much I was leaking down my thighs.

As I walked around on my high-heels, I received numerous touches... grasps of my buttocks, squeezes of my breasts and even a few lifts of my skirt to reveal my ass in its naked glory. One woman even slid her finger into my pussy! It was so unexpected, I almost dropped the tray. She withdrew her finger and slid it into my mouth, so I was able to taste my self. I was disgusted and wanted to run, but I held my ground. She did it again, only this time the finger went in her own mouth. She looked me in the eyes as she seductively ran the glistening finger over her lips and slid it into her mouth.

It's hard to explain really what it's like to be in a situation where one part of you is flushed with embarrassment and humiliation, screaming internally to run, get away, hide somewhere; and another part is as aroused as you've ever been, knowing you would never pass up such an incredible experience, feeling desperate to be fucked, but knowing you can't make a move to make that happen.

When food was brought in, things started to ramp up for me.

The finger-food was laid out on long buffet tables against one wall of the main room. Whether by accident or design I don't know, but the tables were wide and the food was placed close to the wall side, requiring one to lean over the table to reach the food. Before long it seemed like everyone was sending me to get them plates full of food. Which of course necessitated my bending forward at the waist at the edge of the tables. I was well aware that it exposed my ass-cheeks to the room, but there was nothing I could do about it.

The number of hands groping my ass increased. Male and female! Before long it was more than gentle squeezing or groping. Hands and fingers were sliding forwards and backwards between my buttocks and along my pussy. Whenever it happened, I had to stop dead, mindful of Vida's instructions. But so many people were massaging my clit in the process that I could feel an orgasm building. Someone rather forcefully pushed my head down onto the table, bending me right over and holding my face flat to the cool surface, while they slid a hand between my legs and dragged a finger backwards through the slick of my pussy and, to my horror, placed the slippery digit against my anus and thrust it right into my rectum!

There was a gale of laughter from room behind me and my face flushed even more hotly than before, sweat breaking out across my forehead. It was not only humiliating, but painful, uncomfortable and completely unexpected. I had never been penetrated there before and I didn't like it! For a brief moment I began to struggle to get away from the awful pressure until I remembered the rules. I lay still while the man thrust in and out for a few strokes, before releasing me.

A few moments later as I found myself once again standing facing the table with a plate in my hand, I was approached on either side by a couple of young women. One was unmasked and she looked at me with a slightly supercilious look of amusement on her face. I glanced from left to right to look at them both, worried that I wasn't going to like what was about to happen.

Simultaneously, as if at some unspoken command, they swiftly reached up to my head each grasping a tight fistful of hair. Simultaneously they yanked my hair down and forward, slamming me onto the table so that my face was pushed painfully into a plateful of some creamy, jellied desert. More laughter behind me. My skirt was flipped up onto the small of my back and held there. The sound of a belt buckle behind me. The short 'zzztt ' of a zipper being opened. A moment later the brutal thrust of a penis slammed into my vagina.

"Ohhh! Ohh!" The unexpectedness caused me to draw breath. This was nowhere near the size of Severus and despite the brutality it felt wonderful. This was what I had been craving all evening, if not most of the day. I held myself still and allowed him to pump away at me, wondering how I could disguise my orgasm when it came... because I knew it would come and by now I didn't care. There was no way I was going to hold it back. The raven-haired bitch could go jump! She'd never be able to tell and she couldn't prove it even if she thought I had. Fuck her!

But the bastard was a little worm of a man. Like a school boy. Pathetic! He barely thrust into me half a dozen times before he came, withdrawing and spurting his come all over my buttocks. Unceremoniously, he wiped himself on my skirt which he then tucked up into my belt to ensure my ass remained bare. The young women hauled me upright, still by the hair, and swiveled me around to face the room. There was much hilarity and sporadic clapping at the sight of me, face, hair and breasts covered in creamy desert and skirt rucked up at the back.

I caught sight of Vida standing in one corner looking at me with a wry, amused smile on her face. A weird thing happened. I was still so angry with her and scared of her, but I felt a flood of humiliation as if it was worse than anything to be seen in this situation by her of all people. The old cliché, but I really did imagine for a moment the floor opening up and letting me disappear.

Using the term 'flood' of humiliation seems appropriate, because it was accompanied by the other sort of flood - between my legs! I didn't know whether the drugs somehow linked humiliation to arousal or whether they just magnified enormously the humiliation fantasies I'd had in the past. I suppose it doesn't matter. The fact is, that after two more cocktails plied on me by Beat during the evening, I still needed to be fucked!

+++

Various humiliations continued throughout the evening. I was not allowed to clean myself and spent the rest of the time, hair awry, face sticky and buttocks exposed, enduring one slight or another. At one point, one of the female party-goers took a moderate sized zucchini from a vegetable display on the buffet table and thrust it into my pussy, insisting I walk around without it coming out. Needless to say, I looked and felt ridiculous as I tried to attend to my serving tasks and keep the zucchini in at the same time.

It didn't last long. I couldn't hold it for more than a couple of minutes. I was tired and my calves were beginning to cramp from the height of the heels Vida had forced me to wear. When I finally let go, the green cylinder dropped to the floor, shiny and slick. More laughter, of course! My tormenter hissed in my ear "That's a rule you just broke! I told you to hold it! You're going to be sorry!", and she turned heel and strode away. I didn't even know who she was and she was acting like she owned me!

Shortly after midnight, Beat approached me.

"Go in there!" she demanded peremptorily. No explanation... just pointed to a room with a closed door.

I made my way to the room, opened the door and slipped in quietly, shutting the door behind my back.

There were about a dozen men and women in the room, surrounding a woman who was strapped naked on her hands and knees to a coffee table. She looked to be in her mid forties, plump, pale-skinned, with disheveled mousy brown hair, large breasts swaying beneath her. She was crying. Deep racking sobs. It didn't take much to work out what had been going on. She had gobs of semen over a good part of her body, concentrated around her rear end and face and hair. Her hair was parted at the back of her head, revealing a glistening trail of moisture along the back of her neck.

The surrounding group were in various stages of undress and they all appeared cheerful and animated. Obviously, they were having a good time at her expense!

The tableau was brightly lit, surrounded by arc lamps and 3 video cameras on tripods. I realised with a shock that this was the same room in which the 'porno' video was shot... the one that kicked off the evening a couple of weeks ago, when I had creamed all over my red dress. So, that had been real! Not just acted.

I know I've probably seemed pretty naive, but I'm not stupid and I knew immediately that this was where I got to 'pose' involuntarily for the next level of blackmail.

Despite my quiet entry, it wasn't long before I was noticed.

"Ah! Here's the next toy!" said someone.

In a moment, the plump woman had been un-strapped and dumped unceremoniously off the coffee table. She crawled away, still sobbing. A pathetic sight. I felt sorry for her. I thought that perhaps I should at least thank Vida for the drugs. At least I was going to enjoy this!

I won't go into all the details of what happened next. It wasn't that much different from the video I had seen. I was dragged to the coffee table and strapped down in the same fashion as the other woman. My skimpy little maid's outfit was ripped apart, leaving me completely naked. Then I got fucked! One after the other, the guys took their turn. First in the vagina and then in my mouth. I soon found out what had caused the 'neck slick' on the sobbing woman. One of the women, a fiery red-head, took it upon herself to straddled my neck facing forward and lower her bare vagina and ass onto me. She would rub herself up and down my neck, all the while yanking my head back by the hair and digging her fingers into my cheeks, forcing my mouth to accept one or another of the various cocks. She must have come half a dozen times or more with great enthusiasm.

And so did I!

I gave up all hope of containing it and just went with it. Huge outpourings of sound and juices as my body was rocked by one wave of orgasm after another. Right now, I didn't really care about the consequences. My need was greater than that.

Some twenty minutes into the episode, the door opened and a huge man stepped through. He looked to be about fifty, dark-haired, broad-shouldered and well over six foot tall.

"Hey, it's Big Jim!" called the redhead on my neck. "Hiya, Jimbo... look at the tight little hotty we've got for you tonight!"

She twisted my head around to show him my face. I could see that he had left the door ajar.

"Hi, Red!" he responded. "How's it going?"

He was wearing a mask and a long dark cloak. I guess he was supposed to be the Count of Monte Cristo, or some such. I didn't much care and even less so when he swept the cloak aside to reveal his nakedness underneath and the most enormous penis I'd ever seen. It must have been at least two inches longer than Severus and he was big enough as it was. Perhaps 10"? Who knows, I wasn't measuring. And it was thick with it!

I was a bit scared for a moment. Except I was still so randy, I was sure I could have taken a horse. Actually, I almost wanted a horse!

As the redhead got off my neck, he stepped behind me and with no decorum slapped the massive head of his penis against my cunt lips and started to push in. Thank God he didn't rush it! It took my breath away. The most wonderful, powerful fullness I'd ever experienced. By the time he had eased half of it in, I was gone. Forget the rules! I slammed myself back against him, feeling the full length of my vagina clasped like a tight sheath on the monstrous rod. Fully impaled, and my buttocks didn't even touch his thighs. My God! How big was this thing?

We set up a wonderful, slow, long rhythm... in, out, backwards, forwards, back arched, back bowed. Before too many strokes I was literally screaming out my orgasm... cunt in spasms on his prick, thrusting, thrusting back towards him, thighs shaking with the strain, hair dripping with sweat plastered to my face, moaning, groaning, hands balling into fists as the waves of pleasure swept through me. My pussy was so tight around him, I was sure I could feel the movement of his semen coursing down his massive cock as it spewed his seed into me.

As quickly as it began, it was over.

My eyes felt glazed over, pupils wide as I rode the diminishing waves. He pulled out in one movement and I felt empty. Lonely even. Wow!

He strode around in front of me and I could see that his penis was still powerfully erect, engorged, glistening, rope-like veins pumping. What kind of a freak was this?

"Ready for the next course?" He looked my right in the eyes.

"Yes. Yes, please... more... please," I groaned, eyes closing.

He moved behind me and a moment later I felt the monstrous head placed firmly against my ass-hole. My eyes flew open in shock!

"Wha..?! NO!" I shrieked.

I had only ever had a finger up there and that was earlier on tonight. He would literally tear me apart!

The nasty redhead leaped onto my back, this time facing by bottom, locking her powerful legs under my belly and squeezing to hold herself in place.

"Yeah! Jimbo! Go for it! Do her ass!" she yelled.

'Jimbo' didn't need any encouragement. He had already started to apply pressure. I could feel my anus being pressed inwards. There was no way I could take him. I freaked.

"NO! NO! GET OFF ME!!! NOooooo....." I squealed as I tried to dislodge him.

Like a whipcrack her voice came from the door. Vida! She had been watching the whole thing through the ajar doorway.

"No, Jim! She's not ready for that yet!" A pause, followed by a softly spoken "And that prize is mine..."

It was clear where the power lay. Jim backed off immediately.

"Sorry," he mumbled. "I didn't realise..."

Vida spoke again.

"Beat... take her away."

I hadn't even seen Beat standing behind me, but she came and un-buckled me and led me out of the room.

+++

Vida's bedroom. A huge room. Plush. Party over. 3am? 4am? I didn't know.

I was still wired. Randy. Memories of the night flying through my mind. Still leaking!

I was strapped face-down to a piece of low padded furniture set a few feet out from the foot of the enormous bed. It was somewhat like a large saw-horse. My legs were held firmly to the rear legs and my arms to the front legs. My breasts hung down on either side of the padded surface which had a scalloped shape at that point to accommodate them. One end of the padded surface ended at my groin, so my bottom and vagina were clear of any encumbrances. The other end finished just at the beginning of my neck... which caused a problem!

I had been there in the softly lit room since Beat had brought me in and tied me down a couple of hours ago and there was effectively no support for my head. I had been letting it hang down but could only do that for so long before I developed a painful crick in my neck. It felt like I'd spent most of the two hours bobbing my head up and down trying to find a comfortable position for it. To make matters worse, I was thirsty. Probably moisture loss through all that perspiration.

Finally, there was movement.

Vida came in quietly. Not a word, nor even an acknowledgement that I was there.

She disrobed in front of me, leaving herself facing me in black stockings and high-heels, but without another stitch of clothing.

It was the first time I'd seen her without her body being defined by the clothes she wore. I knew of course that she was tall, trim and shapely, but nothing could have prepared me for the magnificence of her body. She was absolutely gorgeous! Once again, I felt completely outclassed. No wonder she was so full of confidence and assuredness. So would I be if I looked like that!

Her high-heels put her over six foot. Her legs were long and strong and magnificent, with muscular calves, taut and sharply defined as if they were carved from marble. No doubt lots of gym work had gone in to shaping them! Thighs powerful but covered in enough soft silky-smooth flesh to still appear very feminine. Her mons was covered in a small triangle of immaculately trimmed pubic hair.  Small waist, broad shoulders, big heavy breasts topped with large dark nipples which were now standing puckered and erect in the cool air of the bedroom. She had an extraordinarily beautiful face, framed as it was by her mane of sleek, glossy, jet-black hair. She could have been a super hero cartoon.

She turned and bent to retrieve the dress she had dropped so casually on the floor, revealing a spectacular ass, big and round and fleshy but perfectly shaped and completely smooth, not a dimple or wrinkle to be seen.

I felt a curious mixture of nervousness and elation. I was still wet and aroused from the drugs and the feeling was enhanced by a delicious sense of helplessness. It was as if, since I had no control over events right now, I wanted to be fucked in whatever debauched ways she could think up. I've never been attracted to women, but now it seemed as if any inhibitions I had were being suppressed by the circumstances. I didn't have to admit to myself or anyone that this was a big turn-on. If I hadn't been forced by blackmail and ropes to assume this position, I'd make a big fuss and probably storm out. As it was, I'd just have to put up with whatever she meted out and I hoped that she'd make it as kinky as she could. If I had to submit, at least it could be to something exciting that I'd never have the nerve to try on my own!

She didn't leave me waiting long to find out.

She tossed her dress into a container in the corner of the room and strode behind me, thigh muscles rippling and breasts swaying heavily. I watched from the corner of my eye until she disappeared from sight. I heard her pull out a drawer from under the bed and a few moments later the touch of her hand on my exposed ass.

She stroked my ass cheeks, squeezing each one gently and then moving up to stroke the length of my back to my neck and then down again. She did this several times, murmuring in my ear "You sweet thing. You really do have a delicious little body".

It felt so good and her flattery caused little goose-bumps of pleasure to run over my body. I relaxed and gave in to the sensations.

She went on. "But your neck looks a bit uncomfortable. Would you like your head supported?"

"Yes, please." I whispered.

Immediately, I felt her tying what felt like a cord of some sort to the hair at the back of my head and the next moment my head was yanked up and back as she tied the other end of the cord to the broad strap that held me down at the waist. I felt even more helpless and uncomfortable than before, my head forced so far backwards that my lower jaw hung open.

She sniggered softly and then moved around to my left side and stroked her right hand back down to my buttocks and gently pressed one finger against the pucker of my asshole. I gave a little gasp. I never let Phil touch me there and the feeling was intense, but quite pleasurable. Thank God she had saved me from 'Big' Jim's anal invasion. Even if she did plan to put her finger in me, at least she was being gentle and her finger was tiny compared with 'Big' Jim's monster cock.

Her other hand moved up between my legs and started to feel around my sopping slit until her fingers located my stiff engorged little clit. She massaged it between thumb and forefinger whilst she continued to gently and sensuously stroke my back and ass cheeks.

"So, Little Sparrow," she said, "What do you think of our game so far? The one you've lost the first round of..."

"What?" I croaked through my dry open mouth, "Wha oo you mea..?"

"The Game. Haven't you got it yet?" She paused. "It goes like this... I set you rules or tasks. You get to obey them or perform them successfully and you get rewarded. Like, maybe I give you multiple orgasms, or let you go home for a while. I decide the reward, but I might ask you what you'd like. If you don't obey or you can't do what you're told, I get rewarded." She paused again, and then went on. "What do you suppose my reward is?"

"Umm. I on't ow," I said, puzzled.

"I get to hurt you! Let's call it your punishment for getting it wrong. Punishment to teach you to do it better next time... but, just between you and me..." she leaned forward then and whispered seductively in my ear "... its really just because it turns me on! You know what that means...? It means I want to win. And if you start winning too often, I just lift the difficulty of the task for you. Neat, huh?"

"ut at's no.. fair!" I  grunted.

"I knowwww....", she cooed, "but the great thing about having power is that you get to use it!"

As she said that, she moved both her hands between my thighs and I felt her press something up against my clit. It felt like my clit was sucked into a little tube as if under vacuum and then a deep and powerful hum began and a throbbing vibration spread right through my sensitive little bud.

The sensation was extraordinary. This was more powerful than any vibrator I'd used before, even the fantastic Hitachi Wand that had always been my favourite.

She stood back and watched and in less than two or three minutes I could feel the powerful waves of another orgasm building. I started to gasp and moan as the orgasm built.

She must have had some sort of control device, because the vibrating hum on my clit slowed and reduced in intensity. She stepped back, no longer touching me and I found myself thrusting backwards, desperately trying to push myself against something to get the relief I so needed. Juices were leaking down my thighs but she had timed it to perfection and I was left thrusting and twitching as I hovered excruciatingly just the wrong side of ecstasy, the mild vibration keeping me balanced on the edge, unable to go into it or back down to relieve me of the intense pressure.

"Now!!" she said sharply, interrupting and distracting me from the delicious sensations. The vibrations slowed right down, as she manipulated the control, until I could barely feel them. "You broke all three rules tonight. That means three punishments. Tough for you, lots of fun for me!" As she did so, she slackened the cord attached to my fair so I had more play in my jaw to speak properly.

"That's not right!" I gasped. I realised the time had come for me to pay for my wanton abandon earlier on with my 'Big Jim' orgasm, but I hadn't broken all the rules. "I know I moved and came, but I did everything I was made to do!"

"Not quite, Sparrow... Almost, but not quite. You tried to stop one of my guests from putting his finger in your cute, plump butt. Just for a moment, I grant you. But that moment was enough. When I set a rule, you have to obey it exactly. Not 'almost', or 'when you're ready'!"

"Oh!" I sighed in despair.

"Never mind," she said, placing her hand gently on the small of my back, "we'll talk about it later. Just close your eyes now and focus on the feelings."

I did as she bid, just as the vibrations ramped up again to a full insistent buzz. Within a few moments I was back to where I'd been, orgasm building as the powerful vibration spread its warmth throughout my wetness.

"Ohhh! OH! Oh, Jeeezzzzz....yes, yes.... more, please MORE, oHHH, OHHHH..."

To my left, I heard Vida's own deep breathing as if she too was following me to climax.

Right on the verge of orgasm and I drew breath to let out a great scream of release..................

whhheeeeeeewwwwWHACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The whistling sound and the sharp crack entered my consciousness a fraction of a second before the stripe of fire and pain EXPLODED in my backside as she thrashed a cane of some sort across the very centre of my buttocks.

The scream came, but it was not orgasmic. This was a scream of sheer agony as the lightening fire burst over my plump ass, focused in a thin streak which seemed to radiate outwards until my whole ass was bathed in hot pain. My body jerked involuntarily within the confines of the straps that held me down as I struggled to free my hands in an attempt to fulfill the reflexive urge to clutch my poor bottom. Somewhere in the dim recesses of my mind, I was aware of the ripple of flesh in each buttock as the cane struck.

The scream petered out to an agonised moan and my approaching climax disappeared as if it had drained through the floor.

But not Vida's it seemed.

She moved in front of me, revealing that the cane in her right hand was not a cane but a vicious looking riding crop - long thin black and whippy! Her left hand was busily engaged in massaging herself between her legs as her body shook in orgasm. "Wow..... that was HOT!" she gasped.

It took about 30 seconds before her shudders subsided and then she moved back beside me again and made some adjustment to the clit vibrator which become dislodged by my struggles.

The powerful vibration began again and despite all my efforts to ignore it, my body once again responded. Within a few minutes I was starting to soar. However, on a few occasions as I got closer to climax, fear of the crop would flash into my mind and the feeling would subside a bit. Vida was patient. She remained beside me, gently stroking my back, watching and waiting for the pressure to build - which, inevitably, it did.

I reached that point again, my body starting to shake, breathing in deep gasps as the crescendo began....

whhheeeeeeewwwwWHACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lightening fire exploded in my ass... a wicked stripe of the crop across my swollen ass-cheeks less than a centimetre below the last. The non-climax faded.

Seven minutes, this time, for the pattern to repeat. But Vida was patient. More vibration, this time helped by Vida inserting a finger into me and scratching her fingernail lightly against the roughness of my G-spot.

Again the building of the crescendo and....

whhheeeeeeewwwwWHACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A third stripe of burning agony seared into my fleshy buttocks.

Twice more she repeated, patiently delivering a total of 5 stripes in about half an hour. And then, finally, blessed release...

"O.K." she murmured "You can relax now... I'm going to let you come."

Somehow, over the next several minutes I was able to let go of the terror of another strike and allow my body to do what it insisted on doing. I could hear myself groaning and gasping and I reached the point at which she had struck me on the previous occasions......

This time...Nothing, no blow from the crop!

Thank God!

It was over!

I relaxed and gave myself fully over to a long drawn out, powerful, wrenching, orgasm.

10 seconds in, right in the middle, right at the very peak........................

whhheeeeeeewwwwWHACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

whhheeeeeeewwwwWHACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

whhheeeeeeewwwwWHACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

whhheeeeeeewwwwWHACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

whhheeeeeeewwwwWHACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Five vicious swipes... swiftly... one after the other, across the previous five. Wheal upon wheal. Fire upon Fire. AGONY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

But a most extraordinary thing happened!

Pain and orgasmic pleasure combined into one ferocious, explosive, firework of sensation. A scream of pure bliss... seemingly was wrenched from the depths of my lungs... and my body locked itself into a steel-hard contraction - a whole-body spasm as every muscle clenched in pain and agony at the feelings tearing through me.

+++

"That's the first one!" It was Vida, whispering in my ear as my damaged, bliss- and pain-wracked body slumped on the saw-horse, head still held high by the cord tied to my hair, mouth wide, gasping for breath, completely and totally spent.

"Wha? The first what?" I asked through wide open mouth.

"The first punishment! That's for coming when you were instructed not to. Pain when you come... fitting, huh?"

"NO! PLEASE!" I started to panic, struggling to get free. To no avail, of course. I couldn't take any more.

"Please.... please... I beg you, I promise... I'll do it right next time... please, don't hurt me any more..."

She said nothing, just moved around in front of me and walked sensuously away over to a deep timber chest against the wall. Her plump, perfect buttocks rolled roundly and then parted as she bent to retrieve something from the chest, flashing me a brief view of her puckered anus below which were the plump, red, glistening lips of her aroused pussy. She was obviously enjoying my discomfort intensely.

Vida straightened and turned towards me, gazing straight into my eyes with a strange expression on her face. Her widely dilated black pupils indicated her own arousal, but there was something else there. A sort of half-amused, sardonic smile, overlaid with a dangerous glitter. She was holding something behind her back. She brought it slowly in front of her and held it upright against her naked stomach.

It was a huge dildo. It could surely have been cast from Big Jim's own penis. It must have been 10" long, thick and flesh coloured, covered in unrealistically large ropey veins.

Sensuously, she bent her head and dribbled a long stream of spittle onto the end, rubbing it all over with one of her long elegant red finger-nailed fingers.

She strode past me and a moment later I felt her place the dildo against my slit. She thrust it slowly, but surely into me with a firm twisting motion, filling me till the head bumped against my cervix. At the same time the vibrator on my clit resumed it's previous strong rapid vibration. The dildo entered relentlessly and stretched me painfully. I could feel every ridge and hollow as it was thrust deeply into me, but somehow the combination of all the sensations centered on my pussy and clit transmuted the pain into the most intense orgasmic rush I had yet experienced. It seemed that every interaction this woman engineered with me resulted in more sublime feelings than the one before.

I could hear someone wailing and realised it was me. Now I had something to thrust back against and thrust I did, as best I could strapped to the horse. Vida began pushing the dildo rapidly in and out, filling me with the thick battering ram. An intense fiery glow spread outwards from my clit to engulf the whole of my pussy and upper thighs and yet another orgasm rushed over my body, engulfing me in wave after wave of shuddering ecstasy.

The waves of orgasm subsided, but my limbs continued to tremble. Vida slipped the monstrous shaft back out from my dripping pussy.

And that was when she raped me!

I felt her hand on my left flank and she leaned against me, supporting herself while I heard a rustle of movement next to my thigh. A moment later, she emerged into view, her back to me, with some sort of black leather harness dangling from the back of a wide belt strapped around her waspish waist. She reached between her legs to grasp the harness strap and pull it down between her buttocks and forward through her legs, sliding something attached to it up into her slippery pussy as she did so. She drew the end of the strap up and snapped it tightly to studs on the front of the wide belt. Now it look like she wore bizarre black leather bikini panties. A loud humming came from between her thighs.

She gasped gently and briefly rubbed the leather where her clit would be. As she withdrew her hand I could see that there was a circular base plate set into the front of the leather against her pudenda.

She reached beside me and picked up the dildo that had so recently sent me over the edge. In one swift movement, she placed the base of the dildo against the base plate and twisted it, connecting it securely to the leather harness.

She took a step back and stood tall and straight, her muscular golden body like a goddess, marred by the obscenity of the massive thick member jutting out from her.

"This is going to hurt a bit." She said.

She paused.

"Actually, I think it's going to hurt quite a lot!"

Her voice was still sweet, deep and throaty but this time lacked its usual warmth. It was a false sweetness, saccharine, sarcastic, malevolence dripping poisonously from its syrupy tones.

"But don't worry, Little One", she went on as she moved around behind me. "You can scream if you like. In fact, I want you to scream! I'm going to make you scream. You'll love it! It makes me so hot... and you love me to be hot... don't you, Baby?"

She grabbed a fist full of my hair close to my scalp and yanked my head back, twisting my face towards her so I was forced to look into her eyes. "Don't you?!" she hissed.

Using my hair, she forced my head up and down in a nodding motion.

"That's so sweet of you!" she gushed. "I knew you'd want what's best for me. Oh, well... if you insist..."

She directed her still-slick, monstrous prick to the cleft in my buttocks, sliding it between the fleshy cheeks and pressed it against my anus!

I was terrified. In all the time that I'd been trapped by this woman into doing her bidding, I had transitioned through a range of deep emotions, from lust to elation to nervousness and fear. But the fear had always been about the future; about what would happen to me and my family; about how much more of this could I take. But this was real, direct, immediate fear. This woman was going to seriously hurt me, probably damage me for good! The huge dildo she'd just been fucking me with could barely fit in my pussy. It certainly wouldn't fit where she intended it to go now.

My body seemed to react of its own accord. It leapt forward away from the dreaded strap-on. But of course there was nowhere to go. I was strapped down tightly, knees and hands roped to the bench, back held down with a belt to the padded horse, my thighs belted to the horse's legs. I barely moved an inch forward. Desperately, I swung my ass from side to side, feeling my buttocks clench with the effort, as I tried to avoid the massive head of the dildo. But the small sideways movement did nothing to dislodge the intruder pressed firmly to my virgin ring.

In terror, I squeezed my ass cheeks together and clenched my anus tight.

She laughed. A vicious throaty giggle. "Oh, I just love it! Seeing you squirm like the helpless little slut you are! You're a very, very naughty girl! Look! You've made me sopping wet already just thinking about your screams!"

She released my hair and leaned forward, placing both hands on my shoulders. As she did so, the dildo pressed a bit more firmly against my clenched hole. She held me tightly and began to press forward harder.

She paused.

"Actually, that's not very fair, really, is it?" she said.

I had no idea what she was talking about, until she went on.

"It's not fair that you're tied down like that, to be raped! I think I should untie you. Give you a fair chance. Don't you think?" she asked sweetly.

I stuttered. "Ye-es, yes please! Please! Please untie me and then let me go. I promise! I promise I won't say anything, if you let me go." I was so terrified, I babbled on about her letting me go, as if that was even remotely possible.

"O.K. Why not?" She backed away from my ass and came around the front again, the massive prong swaying evilly in front of my face. In just a moment or two she released all the ties that held me bound to the padded surface. Slowly I moved my stiff and sore limbs to climb off the horse. I took a moment, pretending to straighten and stretched my tired legs, and then made a sudden dash towards the door!

But, of course, Vida was waiting for that. Her left arm shot out and she grabbed a handful of my hair near the scalp, yanking backwards as she grasped my right wrist with her other hand and twisted it painfully up my back into a half-nelson grip. I yelped, in fear as much as pain.

She was immensely strong, much more so than I. But I was panicked and that gave me a strength of desperation. Somehow or other I managed to yank my arm free and reached up with both hands above my head to grab her left wrist, trying to prize her fingers apart to release my hair, while I wriggled and struggled to get out of her grasp.

"Oooohhhh! That's better, you little bitch!" she hissed sarcastically. "Fight back is good! Struggle is good! I love that!"

She dragged me with one hand, sobbing and struggling, towards her enormous bed, the great swaying dildo slapping against my buttocks and thigh as she did so. At the bed, she still held me by the hair with one hand, while she piled up pillows in the centre of the bed with her other hand. I could feel myself becoming hysterical, breathing in quick shallow gasps. In an instant of clarity I knew I was doomed if I let her force my head down to the bed. I was just not strong enough to resist.

Something snapped in me and I let go of her wrist and lashed out with both hands, viciously trying to claw at her face with my long fingernails. She whipped her head backwards and I missed her face but managed to dig deep scores into her neck with my right hand fingernails.

Somehow, my left hand made contact with one of her big firm breasts and without thinking, I dug my fingers into the expanse of creamy flesh and squeezed hard! Even in my moment of panic, I was aware of what a deliciously sensual feeling it was. She let out a short yell and I squeezed the fleshy globe even harder and yanked it towards me. My fingers slipped on the sweaty skin and I ended up with her big, hard, erect nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I held the big rubbery nub and squashed hard, yanking it up and down viciously.

The whole thing was a mistake I was to pay for dearly!

She was stronger, fitter, bigger, taller and more masculine than me. Without a moment's hesitation she let go of my hair and slammed a rock solid fist deep into my stomach!

The air wooshed out of my body and I was bent double in an instant, clutching my stomach, retching and heaving, trying to drag oxygen back into my tortured lungs.

That was all the time she needed! She was all over me immediately, pummelling my body with her fists, kneeing me in the thigh and finally grabbing my hair again with one hand. With her other hand, she held her fingers out in a stiff flat blade and slammed it up between my legs so I ended up with four fingers thrust deep into my vagina. I screamed in shock.

A moment later her thumb was thrust inside my asshole and she picked me up in both hands, by hair and pussy, and deposited me on the pile of pillows on the bed. She released my hair and leapt up on top of me, across my buttocks, pinning me to the bed with her weight. I squealed as the wheals on my whipped ass fired up again from the dull throb they had settled to.

With one hand she reached out and opened a drawer in the bedside table and extracted a few coils of soft rope. I struggled to get free.

"That's it, Baby, keep it up!" she snarled, as she grabbed my wrists and somehow managed to pull them behind my back and tie them together.

"Come on, slut!" she said. "Open up for me! Relax that delicious little pucker... it'll hurt much less if you do... or would you like me to do it like this?!"

She gave a vicious little jab forward with her hips. Only about an inch, but I grunted in surprise as the monstrous slippery head began to force open my anus. She thrust again, another inch, and I let out a little yelp as I felt my tender tight ring being spread apart.

She paused. With my hands tied behind me, she took her time to drag me by the hair once again to the horse. She pressed a button on the floor with her foot and the horse raised a few inches until it was level with my hips. She slammed me forward and down by my hair, bending me at the hips over the horse.

"That's it, baby. Let's have some noise!" She released my shoulder and slapped my right thigh hard as she leaned over me and pressed the dildo head once again against my anus.

I was pressed even more tightly against the horse. Somehow my ass had resisted the initial penetration, but she continued to bear forward, putting her weight behind the freak shaft, gripping my shoulders more tightly, pulling back on them as she forced herself forward. The build up of pressure was dreadful. In slow motion, it seemed, I could feel the clenched muscle of my asshole being steadily forced open. I was panting in panic as the pain increased, my ring being stretched wider and tighter. Huge shuddering breaths forced themselves from me, accompanied by keening groans of distress. With each centimetre of forward movement it seemed my asshole doubled in diameter as the huge bulbous head was forced into me.

I heard a soft snickering sound as Vida giggled at my panic. She was taking great delight in moving forward so slowly, knowing I couldn't resist, forcing me to feel every minute sensation of destruction.

She paused again.

"O.k., you little plump-assed slut! Are you ready?... Huh?... Are you ready to scream for me now?" She grabbed my hair again in one hand and twisted my face towards her so she could see the fear and panic in my eyes. She forced my head into a nodding motion with her tightly clenched fist.

"Oh, well... O.k.... If you insist... Here we go then!!!"

She let go of my left shoulder and hair and grabbed a handful of flesh on each side of my hips, squeezing them painfully tight.

And then she thrust forward! A massive, short, sharp, jerk of a thrust! The monstrous dildo head ripped into the entrance to my bowels, my asshole wrenched ferociously almost to breaking point, stretched like a rubber band, pale and thin and tight, as it clenched around the shaft just behind the head which was now buried in my rectum.

I screamed, just as she wanted, the sound reaching a crescendo as the full impact of the pain reached my brain. "Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!

I'd never experienced pain like it. This was worse even than the crop. My ring felt like it was burning, tearing, and the heavy, thick, solid shaft filled me with a huge, dense weight. But I had no time to adjust.

"Ooohhh... good girl!" she cooed in my ear. As she did so, she continued to push forwards, in one slow even thrust.

I felt the head of the log boring deeper into me, filling me completely and pushing all before it in it's inexorable progress. My thin stretched ring was pushed slightly inwards, rippling over the false ropey veins of the dildo. Inch by inch she forced it into me. My scream faded into a terrified stuttering groan.

"Ohhh..nnnnn...aaawwwww...nnnnnoooooo..... pleeeease.....!" I begged. "Pleeeeeeaase....no more... ooowww...."

But still the shaft went deeper and deeper until Vida's thighs were pressed firmly against my own. She gave one more shove and the last inch or so went in. I could hardly breath. Partly panic and partly it felt as if the monstrous column was pushed all the way up to my diaphragm, preventing me from sucking air into my lungs.

Vida withdrew in one long slow motion, dragging my asshole backwards as it slid over the slippery shaft. And then she slammed it back into me as hard and as fast as she could. Another scream of pain erupted from me.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhooooooooo....ooooooohhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!"

Immediately she pulled back out and slammed back into me again. And then again. And again.

She began a vicious brutal rhythm, in an out, hard and fast, her hips and thighs bouncing against my plump buttocks with each thrust forward. I continued to cry out and groan in pain as my asshole became hotter and more painful with the friction, as my bowels were pummelled by the massive heavy log inside me . Vida continued to grunt comments at me, encouraging me to scream or make more noise.

I needed no encouragement. Up until now I could at least say that I had been intensely aroused by the various activities I'd been subjected to. But this was a brutal rape, pure and simple. Painful beyond words, terrifying and made all the more so by the obvious vicious sadistic enjoyment she was getting from it.

Her rhythm picked up speed and her breathing became heavy and ragged. Clearly she was approaching orgasm. I couldn't wait! Desperately, I wished for her to finish! If I'd known what was to come, I wouldn't have wished for it!

In four or five final heaving thrusts, she plunged the strap-on into me and let out a wail of release as she came.

"Aaahhhh....aaaahhh... yessssss!!!"

On the final thrust, she held herself tight against my thighs and ass, squeezing her buttocks together and jabbing the shaft rapidly an inch or two in and out of me as the waves of orgasm spasmed through her. At the same time she yanked my head back by the hair and delivered a series of smashing slaps to my cheek with her right hand and then punched viciously several times into my side with her clenched fist.

"Yessss!!!" SLAP. "Yesss!!" SLAP. "Good Slut!!!" PUNCH. "Good Slut!!" SLAP.

I screamed once more until, with a final punch to the side of my head, I passed out.

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I came to with a sharp acrid smell filling my nostrils.

I was stretched out on my back on Vida's bed, wrists and ankles tied spread-eagled to the four corners. She was bending over me waving a small phial of something under my nose. Whatever it was seemed to be responsible for the burning sensation in my nose that had brought me groggily out of the safety of unconsciousness.

"Come on! Come on, Sparrow!" She slapped me a few times back and forth across my cheeks, fortunately nothing like as hard as she had been hitting me before. Nevertheless, it was enough to sharpen up my awareness.

"Huh?" I grunted. What was she saying?

""That was punishment number 2! That was for resisting a little poke in your backside with a finger. Punishment suitable for the crime, wouldn't you agree? Huh? Bet you wished you'd submitted straight away, huh?

Well, punishment number three is for pushing yourself back against Big Jim when you were told to keep still. What do you suppose that punishment might be...?"

I had no idea. I just knew I wasn't going to like it.

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End of Chapter 3.

To Be Continued...