We wrapped it up and I thanked Tiffany for being my friend and headed home. That week, I fucked Tan as often as I could. I wanted to leave him sated, so he wouldn’t feel the need to seek comfort in the arms of some geisha girl. I finally realized how foolish I was. I would be fucking how many people while Tan was gone and I was worried if he’d make use of a couple Japanese girls to assuage his loneliness?
What kind of sanctimonious hypocrite would I be if I concerned myself with his fidelity while he was gone, the same time Oliver had me fucking everything on two legs. It didn’t stop me from letting him deposit cum in every orifice I had. I wanted him eager to come back to me regardless. I didn’t want to know if he was unfaithful, and I promised myself I wouldn’t ask. I didn’t have the right anymore.
The weekend after Tan left, was my next task day, or task weekend, for Oliver. I went to his house on Friday night after Suki released me. He had me bathe, put on make-up and perfume, dressed me only in silk thigh high stockings and an open bra putting my breasts on a platter, and nothing else but a collar, cuffs at wrists and ankles and high heels. He wrapped me in a long cloak for the car ride as we took a rather lengthy drive into the country. We eventually arrived at an estate similar to the one belonging to Suki’s patron, save there was a high brick wall about the yard and no windows on the first floor.
When we arrived, Oliver faced me on the seat and said, “This is a bondage and discipline establishment. You’re being given to whoever wants you in this place. Man, woman, it doesn’t matter. You will address the clothed men as Master, including me, and the clothed women as Mistress. Masters and Mistresses will always keep an item of clothing on so you’ll know their status. Slaves will always have collars and cuffs. You will do whatever they want of you, which may include bare handed spankings, paddling or even whipping and obviously, sex. You will thank the Master or Mistress each time they have sex with you or punish you. Nothing they do will be allowed to mark you past this weekend so you may proceed with your nude modeling on Monday without having to answer uncomfortable questions. Many of the guests here like to impose a bit of pain, so expect it and live with it. You’re allowed to cry and weep, or groan, but you may not scream except in pleasure, nor protest your treatment in any way. They may use you themselves or watch you have sex with others, including their own slaves. You will ask permission to cum. If you cum without the permission of whoever is using you, you will likely be punished. We will stay here until Sunday evening. I myself will also use you many times and you’ll sleep in my bed unless someone else has requested you. You are new here and I expect you will be very popular amongst the other guests. The new toys are always interesting.”
“What is this place?” I said.
“It doesn’t have a name, only a motto: Fais ce que tu voudras - Do What Thou Wilt. The other guests usually refer to it only as the Club, as if no other club exists.”
“The motto of the Hellfire Club,” I said.
“You did a lot of research to find that out.”
“Not that much, just followed links in Wikipedia from Aleister Cocky. Their motto was related to his own. ‘Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law’.
“The traditional corresponding phrase in response to someone saying the motto was, ‘Love is the law, love under will’,” Oliver said.
“I see no love involved in any of this; only sex, and rather loveless sex at that. You no more care about what I love than I care about you.”
“I suspect Aleister believed all sex was love. The true response in modern wording would be ‘Sex is the law, sex under will’. Love is merely a pseudonym for sex in this instance. In any event, having sex will be thy law this weekend.”
“What does anyone gain from my sex this weekend? What’s its purpose?”
“Sex is the purpose. It’s not always about sex magic. Sometimes sex is its own purpose.” He handed me my mask. “No one who will be here this weekend is of concern. You may see them without violating anyone’s privacy. Your own will be at risk if you remove the mask. It’s possible some of them will know who you are through your husband or his parents. Some may have attended your wedding. I doubt they will recognize you naked and masked. It is enough you obey.”
“Tan’s parents could be here?”
“No, only people who know his parents. They run in the same circles.”
I put on the mask. There was a cheese cloth material over the eye holes limiting, but not blocking my vision. Oliver came around the car, opened the door and helped me out. He removed the cloak, baring my body and led me to the door, rapping smartly on a knocker.
A naked man answered the door. He had a starched collar over a steel collar, and cuffs, nothing else. His cock had a metal cage around it which would prevent him from having an erection. It looked painful. “Sir,” he said.
“Oliver Cocky and companion,” Oliver said.
“Very well, sir. Please follow me to the common room.”
Oliver took my arm and led me along behind the butler or servant, as I took him to be, to a large, primarily masculine styled room with a roaring fireplace. There was a naked woman lying on a table with food adorning her body. Some people were eating off her body without using utensils, simply bending over and eating whatever morsel took their fancy. There were about a dozen men and half dozen women lounging on well stuffed chairs in the center of the room. They were primarily dressed. I say primarily because one man had his fly open while another naked man sucked his cock. Another naked fellow had his head buried under the skirts of a woman. He had another of the cage like devices on his cock. She looked like she was close to an orgasm from the sounds of it. She was moaning and rubbing her breasts over her clothing. Several other naked men and women were tied or otherwise fastened to various posts, pillars, or chains provided to keep them confined until they were needed. One naked slave was bound spread-eagled between two posts while she was fucked in the ass by another half dressed fellow. Half dressed because his trousers were down around his ankles as he plowed her bum.
Oliver led me to the center of the circle of chairs of dressed people and bid me kneel, and fastened my collar to a chain lying on the carpet. The chain wouldn’t allow me to rise from off my knees. The woman being licked climaxed, screaming fairly loudly. Once again, I found my body responding to the naked bodies of both men and women. My forced subservience, my nakedness in the presence of fully dressed people and the fucking proceeding around the room, left me wet and aroused. Shortly afterward, the man being sucked, also released with the appropriate moans of pleasure.
“So this is your new project, Oliver,” a woman said. “Is she any good?”
“I find her satisfactory,” Oliver said. “She’s not yet been taught all the finer aspects of discipline, though I did make her cum last week with a whip. Part of the reason she’s here. You’re all such excellent teachers. She has only two rules attached to her. No marks lasting past Sunday evening and she can’t remove the mask.”
“She’s a pretty, young thing,” the woman said. “Has she licked cunt yet?”
“Not as well as she will when you’re finished training her,” Oliver replied.
“May I take her to my bed this evening?”
“If no one else wishes to make a claim on her, else we’ll draw lots.”
No one else made a claim for my nighttime services, so I was assigned to her for the evening.
Oliver prodded me with the toe of his shoe and I looked up at him. He mouthed the words, thank you.
“Thank you, Mistress,” I said.
“I can see she has a lot to learn,” the woman said.
“She’s married and I only got her for a few hours each week so her husband doesn’t discover what a slut she is. It’s limited my opportunities for proper training. He’s out of town now, so I hope to remedy some of her deficiencies in the interim.”
“Perfect,” one of the men said. “I love to fuck other men’s wives. It’s so hedonistic. If it’s all right with you, I’d like to use her mouth now.”
“And I’d love to fuck her cunt,” another guy said.
“Be my guest. It’s the reason she’s here. To learn what a slut she is,” Oliver replied.
They put me on my hands and knees and the first man put his erect cock in my mouth and the other one pushed hard into my cunt.
“She’s already wet, but so fucking tight!” Cunt Fucker exclaimed, slamming into me.
“She responds well to sexual stimuli,” Oliver said. “She cums all the time.”
“She is aware of the rules regarding cumming without permission, isn’t she?” Cunt Fucker asked.
“Of course, though I expect she’ll need constant reminders. She’s not very good at ignoring her own pleasure.”
“Then I shall have to claim sloppy seconds,” a new man added. “I love a woman who can’t keep from climaxing. It’s so fun punishing them after.”
That’s right. I had to keep from cumming. I hadn’t been very successful in the past. As much as I hated cumming for Oliver and whoever fucked me, I usually climaxed regardless of how hard I tried not to. Usually, I orgasmed harder every time I tried to hold back; begged for it actually. I was easily taking the man in my mouth down my throat. He wasn’t the biggest cock I’d ever had in there, nor the smallest either. An average cock on an average man. The cock in my cunt was larger. He felt good. His fucking felt good. He knew what to do with it. I tried to resist my pleasure. The woman who wanted me tonight came over and started playing with my breasts. She made my nipples so hard and taut. They ached to feel her fingers squeezing and playing with them. Everything felt so good.
“These are so lovely, honey. I’m going to love sucking on them.”
Unless they stopped fucking me soon, I was going to cum despite myself. I was a slut. I liked to cum. I wondered how much the punishment would hurt; if I should just surrender and accept it. No. I’d keep trying to fight, to hold out. I was better than this. The man in my mouth swelled and the salty taste of his cum coated the back of my throat. The one in my cunt was reaching his end game, too. He sped up, pumping faster, churning my fluids to butter. He grunted and spasmed, spurting his offering deep in my pussy. See. I wasn’t a slut. I didn’t cum after all.
The cock in my mouth clean, he pulled out. He lifted my head, staring me in the eyes. What did he want? He was done. Grabbing my hair, he said, “What do you say, cunt?”
I remembered. “Thank you, Master. Thank you for your gift.” He released my hair with a disgusted, “that’s better.”
The man in my cunt pulled out, drained. I could feel his cum running down my leg. “Thank you, Master, for your cock and cum. It felt so good. I was honored to accept it.”
He slapped my ass. “Nice cunt, slave. I’ll have you again before you leave.”
“Thank you, Master.”
Sloppy Seconds plunged into my cunt, more cum being squished out to run down my leg. “He was right,” he said. “This is a very tight cunt.”
“Thank you,” I said, “for honoring my cunt with your cock.”
It was the last thing I said before another cock slid through my lips. I should have asked. How do I ask for permission to cum with a cock in my throat? Sloppy Seconds was a good fucker too. Apparently, extensive practice worked for them too. I imagined they could fuck whenever they wanted to. It was obvious none of the slaves would object to being used. I was moaning around the cock in my mouth pretty good. I was working it hard, hoping to finish him before I climaxed so I could ask for permission to orgasm. I tried desperately to put it off, diagramming volley ball plays in my head, concentrating on my breathing, thinking of Tan fucking a geisha girl, anything to delay. It didn’t work. I had a massive orgasm, my cunt spasming frantically over the cock impaling it, moaning my heart out.
“She climaxed without permission,” Sloppy Seconds said. “I’ll take care of her punishment.”
Since I’d already cum and was due to be punished anyway, I let go, enjoying the hell out of it. Another orgasm flowed in on the tails of the first. With any luck at all, they’d never know it was my second; it would all be one long climax.
“She’s still cumming,” Sloppy Seconds said, my pussy still palpitating his prick.
“Are you sure it’s not her second,” Oliver said. “She tends to be multi-orgasmic.” Asshole.
“It all felt like one long one to me.” Thank you for your lack of discernment, though they did come pretty close together.
The fellow in my mouth pulled out, spilling his warm seed all over my face. I closed my eyes. Personal experience told me cum in the eyes stung like crazy. The cheesecloth covering the eye holes helped protect them. When he was done spurting, he made me lick his cock clean.
“Master, how do you ask for permission to cum when there’s a cock in my mouth?” I asked.
“You don’t,” Oliver answered. “Don’t cum until it’s removed from your mouth.”
“Yes, Master. Thank you, Master.” Double asshole. Don’t forget the other one. “Thank you, Master for cumming all over my face.”
“You’re welcome. You look good with cum on your face. Anyone else want her mouth right now?”
Another woman spoke up, “Yes, I’ll have a little tongue action.”
She lay down on the carpet in front of my face, pulled her dress up and her panties aside, exposing a hairy pussy which some male had left it deposit in some time ago. There was dried cum in the long, curly hair. She didn’t care I would be licking crusted cum off her cunt, nor getting her pubic hair stuck in my teeth. I was nothing; a slut, a whore, a slave, to her. I dipped down and started licking her, sliding up and down her slit. She took over my head, holding my ears and directing my mouth where she wanted it to go, mostly on her clit, though she’d occasionally push me down so I could tongue her hole.
“Not bad,” she said, “though she’s getting distracted by her fucking. You’ll need to work on that tonight, Toni.”
“Of course.” So Toni was the woman wanting me tonight. Toni continued squeezing and fondling my breasts.
Sloppy Seconds was grunting now, heading for the finish line. He rammed himself into me and released, his cum joining the first batch in my cunt. I needed to thank him too, though the woman with the hairy cunt was keeping my face locked to her dripping pussy. Oliver stood up and moved behind me. I supposed he was going to fuck me now. He started with my cunt, but only to lubricate his cock enough to shove himself into my ass, none too gently. I grunted. Once he was in, he gave me a few moments to adapt to his intrusion, but started to skewer my bottom soon enough. I let my mind drift until Hairy Cunt pinched my cheek.
“Pay attention,” she said. “You’re not done yet.”
“Yes, Mistress. I’m sorry, Mistress.” Lick, lick, lick…. ……
Oliver was prodding my asshole rather briskly now. Not content merely to fuck my ass, he wanted me to cum again. He started playing with my clit, rubbing his finger in the cum leaking from my pussy, then rubbing my protruding nubbin. Dip, rub, dip, rub. Hairy Cunt climaxed, gasping in pleasure.
“Stop licking, stop licking. It’s too sensitive.”
“Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.”
Oliver was going to make me cum soon, his fingers and his cock in my ass rapidly bringing me to a peak.
“Master, may I cum,” I panted, close to my cusp.
“No, you may not,” Oliver ordered. “You don’t have permission to cum.”
Of course not. That would be showing a little consideration, a little compassion. Oliver didn’t possess those qualities. He wanted me to be punished. I managed to hold out for another five minutes, but he eventually won our tug of war and I squealed. “Fuck me! Fuck my ass. God, I’m cumming, Master, I’m cumming. Thank you, Master for gracing my ass with your cock.”
You may think me crazy for telling him I was cumming, that he might not have known if I didn’t say anything, but he knew. They all knew. My back was arched, I was twitching and shaking and my anal sphincter was constricting around Oliver’s cock so hard he orgasmed himself, filling my rectum with his offering.
“Thank you, Master for filling my ass with your cum,” I whimpered, still shivering from my orgasm.
“You may administer my punishment as well,” Oliver told Sloppy Seconds, pulling out of my ass to let his cum run down my leg too. “Twenty for each time she orgasmed.”
“Of course, Oliver. My appreciation.”
Sloppy Seconds released my collar from the chain on the floor and led me to one of the overstuffed chairs. He sat on the edge of the chair and bid me lie over his legs.
“Normally, I love to use one of the whipping pillars with a paddle or whip,” he told me, “but your ass is exquisite and I must lay my hands on it.”
“Thank you, Master.”
“Keep your feet and hands anchored on the floor. Count for me. If you lose count, I will start over at the beginning.”
Good to know. Don’t lose count. How hard would he strike me. I hadn’t been spanked since I was a little girl, a couple quick swats over my clothes by Mom or Dad. This would be much worse, I guessed. Before he got started with the spanking, he fondled the globes of my ass and even stuck a finger up my bum, coating it in Oliver’s cum. I squirmed as he fondled me. As soon as his hand left my bottom, I knew what followed as sure as night follows the day. Swat. It was hard. My bottom rocked. Remembering Oliver’s admonition not to scream when I was punished, I let out a strangled groan of “one” and started to weep.
Ignoring my sobs, he continued laying his hand on my cheeks, sometimes squeezing or pinching after each blow. My bottom became fire, where even the slightest touch burned, but there were no slight touches, save by accident as he drew his hand away. I somehow managed to keep track of the number of spankings he delivered though the number itself became meaningless to me, just one number following another. I hoped like hell his hand would become so sore he could not strike with the same intensity. Whether it became sore was moot as his intensity never declined, not once. He could have been a machine for all I knew. I blubbered and whimpered, my eyes red with my tears and snot leaking from my nose.
The spanking stopped and I wondered why, suddenly realizing I’d said forty a few moments ago. “Thank you, Master,” I managed to sob.
I heard Oliver say. “I’d say that’s the perfect shade of red.”
“I agree,” Sloppy Seconds said.
I was lifted off his lap, only to be bent over the arm of the chair and feel his cock enter my poor abused ass. Sloppy Seconds enjoyed sloppy seconds in my rectum as well. Every time his crotch slapped against my reddened bottom, it was like being spanked all over again, though I didn’t need to keep count. His fucking seemed to go on forever, his excitement in administering my spanking negated by his earlier orgasm in my cunt. I did not stoically receive his fucking. Indeed, I squirmed and wriggled against the pain, sobbing softly. Despite the pain, I felt my arousal rising and feared I’d suffer another climax and have to bear another twenty swats on my aching ass. Fortunately he climaxed before I did and I was saved the shame of another punishment so soon upon the heels of the first.
“Thank you, Master, for fucking my ass.” I remained where they’d placed me, bent over the chair.
“She’s splendid, Oliver. You probably won’t be spending much time with her. Everyone will want a taste of her.”
“I know how popular the new toys are. I’m prepared to use others.”
Toni came over to where we were. “You boys have had enough fun. It’s getting late and I should like to retire.”
Oliver handed her a leash and she fastened it to my collar and led me away, calling out, “Come along, slut,” much too loudly as I was right next to her. I realized she wasn’t speaking to me when another voice said, “Right away, Mistress,” and another naked girl followed along behind us. I guess I wasn’t the only slut in the place.
We reached her room on the second floor and Toni attached my leash to the head of the bed.
“What’s your name, slave?”
“Brenda, Mistress.”
“Tonight, you’re Whore. You look and act like a slut, but I can’t very well have two sluts, can I? It would be very confusing.”
“No, Mistress.” Whore I would be for the night.
“Slut, clean Whore up before she enters the bed. I don’t want man cum all over my clean sheets.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Slut said.
She unhooked me from my leash and led me into the adjoining bathroom.
“If you can evacuate your bowels, it will make my job easier.”
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I sat down on the toilet and did what I could, with her waiting attentively for me to finish. After I wiped myself and stood, she wet a clean wash cloth and wiped me down, gently, particularly around my sore bottom.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Slut.”
“Your real name?”
“Slut. I’m allowed no other name. Everyone calls me Slut.”
I wondered what effect her name had on her. If everyone called me Whore each and every time I was spoken to, would I become the thing I was called? Would I cease to be Brenda and become Whore? She finished with me as well as she could without entering a shower, even wiping my mask to clean the dried cum from the facial I’d received. She took my hand and led me back to Toni. She fastened my collar back to the leash at the head of the bed.
“You look much better, Whore.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
“I’m going to teach you how to properly lick a cunt tonight.”
All right. I’d already licked a couple dozen cunts to orgasm, but perhaps I wasn’t doing it right. “Yes, Mistress. Thank you,” was the proper response.
“Lie down beside me on the bed.”
“Yes, Mistress.” I got down on the bed, going between her legs.
“Not yet, Whore. You need to be trained before earning the right to lick my cunt. Slut is an exceptional cunt licker. The best I’ve ever had. She will show you how to do it as I explain how I want it done. Lie down and spread your legs.”
“Will I be allowed to cum, Mistress. My ass is very sore.”
“Yes, Whore. You may cum. This is a learning experience, not a punishment tool.”
“Thank you, Mistress.” I got comfortable on the bed and parted my legs, Slut eying my crotch.
“You may begin, Slut.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Slut got between my legs and started licking and kissing my inner thigh right above the knee.
“Pay attention, Whore. You’ll need to do this to me when she’s done.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I replied.
Toni took a breast in her hand and began massaging and caressing it, turning my nipples taut with desire. “Most slaves don’t approach this as the slow seduction it should be. They go straight for the clit or hole. Women have many sensitive nerve endings between our legs. All of them should be explored and excited. None should be neglected.” She licked my nipple.
Slut was gently kissing and licking my inner thighs. Sometimes, no more than a whisper of a touch, or a soft breath; at others, a quick nip with her teeth. It was stimulating. My cunt started moistening and she was still quite a distance away, even her loose hair not touching it.
“Slowly,” Toni said. “Leave no nerve endings untouched, unloved.”
She nibbled my nipples, hard as diamond tips. I moaned for her, panting. Slut was working her way up my thigh, tantalizing me with her slow but inexorable pace. “It all feels good, Mistress.”
Slut brushed the juncture of my legs and vulva, licking and nipping the tender skin. She hadn’t touched any of my usual pleasure points yet and I was dripping. I spread my legs further apart, aching for her tongue to touch me. Toni whispered in my ear while fondling my turgid buds. “Even the soft space between your cleft and anus are full of nerve endings, begging to be touched.”
Using the tip of her fingernail, Slut traced said path, painting it with my slippery, dripping fluids. My back arched. I wanted something in my cunt so bad. Her finger came up, sliding between my slick folds, tracing a path between my inner pubic lips. I moaned some more.
“Since you’ve been ass fucked, you know how good it feels. You can play with the anus with your fingertips while exploring.” Slut did what Mistress was explaining. “When your fingers and lips have memorized and sensitized the little spaces everyone else neglects, then you can approach the big targets.”
Slut’s tongue lapped up my cleft, gathering my fluids on her tongue. She inserted one tiny finger in my cunt and on the roof of it, beckoned me with the tip of her finger as if she wanted me to move closer. I gasped, almost in anguish of need, my pussy flowering for her, opening up, begging her touch. My clit, already peeking out, stiffened, spiky, a tiny arrow of desire.
“Not yet,” Toni whispered. “All in good time. Your clit will wait. It will not die from lack of touch. It should be circled, not quite touching, reminding you it’s there.”
Toni’s words were dripping like honey into my ear, and as she spoke, Slut acted. Her tongue circled a minuscule distance away, not touching, but invoking the coming explosion. I was panting like a dog, wanting nothing more than to grab Slut’s head and drag her mouth over my clit to lick and suck it. Yet, I restrained myself, my hands clenching the sheets, my toes curling, as Slut nudged me higher, closer to peaking without tipping me over.
“Please let me cum,” I whispered raggedly, scarce able to breathe. “I can’t take any more of this.”
“Yes, you can Whore. The body is capable of infinite levels of desire, of arousal, of satisfaction. Never rush a thing of beauty. It can be so much more powerful than you realize.”
My hips were rolling, trying to capture Slut’s tongue. She deftly avoided it, continuing to stroke inside me, to plant light touches around my clit.
“Oh, fuck! Ooohhh, fuck! I can feel it coming, like it’s rolling down a mountain, gathering speed. It’s so close, I can taste it,” I whimpered.
“That’s right. You can taste it. Just there, in the corner of your mind, a huge weight, a boulder, gaining momentum, just out of reach.”
Toni laved the nearest nipple, sucking on the puckered bud. At the same time, Slut finally licked my clit, her tongue dancing on the tip. I exploded. I have no other words for it. It was like breaking into a million tiny pieces, all sparkly and shiny, atomizing and blowing away on my breath. I screamed; loudly, my shriek ringing in my ears, my body bowed and rigid, unable to move save for the palpitations of my pussy, fluttering from the force of the blast. Never before had I had such an orgasm such as this. It was like I was melting, fusing with the earth, tidal waves of pleasure rippling through my body. My cunt gushed, not squirting, but suddenly so liquid I could feel myself squish.
“Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I squealed, getting louder with each word. Really, there were no words to describe it. Attempting to do so didn’t do the experience justice. I was flowing into the bed, being absorbed, disappearing. I passed out briefly, overcome.
When I opened my eyes, Toni was stroking my cheek, her fingertips light and delicate. “That’s how you lick cunt, Whore. Now you do it to me.” She lay back on the bed and spread her legs, inviting me in.
I gathered myself and began the process as I remembered Slut doing it, Toni frequently whispering commands or urging me to go slower. She eventually orgasmed, not as loud as me, but I could tell she’d enjoyed my labors. Taking a brief rest, she bid me start again, and I believed I was better the second time. Toni was marginally noisier when she spent.
“Very good, Whore. You’re a good student, but now you must learn to work while you’re being fucked yourself. It’s easy to get distracted by your own pleasure, your own orgasms, but you must not. Your first duty is to your Mistress or Master. They are the ones who must be pleased ultimately, not lowly slaves such as yourself. Slut, put on a strap-on. The black one, something a little thick and long, shall we, to make it tough for Whore. Oh, and get the Enforcer, too.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Slut dug in one of the drawers and pulled out a black strap-on nearly the size of Tan. When it was firmly secured to her waist, bobbing out before her, she went back in the drawer and pulled out what looked like a clear, plastic or plexiglass paint stirrer about fifteen inches long and two inches wide.
“This time, while you are pleasuring me,” Toni said, “Slut will be fucking you with the strap-on. Believe me when I tell you she’s almost as good a fucker as she is a licker. She will make you cum. You still have my permission to do so, but you must not let your pleasure interfere with mine. You must continue pleasing me no matter what you feel yourself, even if you cum. If you begin to neglect my pleasure, I will signal Slut and she will spank your sore ass with the Enforcer she’s holding in her hand.”
Actually, my ass wasn’t nearly as sore as it was before. My own orgasm and the passage of time since my spanking having reduced the amount of pain I was feeling. Nonetheless, I had no desire to experience the evil looking little tool Slut was holding in her hand.
“She’s going to strike you with it now, so you’ll know how it will feel if you flag in your duties to me. Slut, now.”
Slut slapped the wicked instrument over the meaty part of my buttocks and it was like being hit by a bolt of lightning, instant pain which lingered long after the thing struck me.
“Whether she is fucking you, or hitting you, you need to concentrate on me,” Toni said, “or your ass will once again be burning, perhaps worse than it was before.”
“Yes, Mistress. I understand.”
“Get started. Slut will start fucking you when she’s ready, so you can’t anticipate.”
“Yes, Mistress,” and I began.
Nothing happened for awhile and I was well into the routine drilled into me. Suddenly, the big pseudo cock plowed into my pussy, and I gasped. Immediately, the Enforcer smacked down on my ass, reminding me where my duties lie. My ass stinging, I dived back into Toni’s cunt. Slut fucked me now, slowly sliding back and forth in my pussy, developing a nice rhythm. I was fucking her back, enjoying it, feeling my arousal rising, my pussy preparing to release. Every time my attention slipped from Mistress, she signaled Slut and the plastic paddle smacked my stinging ass.
It was only with the most intense concentration on Mistress Toni’s cunt that I could avoid another hard swat to my red derrière. When I was able to exercise the concentration needed for her, I found my own pleasure suppressed despite the excellent fucking and it delayed my orgasm. I wondered if I could use this discovery to avoid being punished for climaxing without permission. If I could concentrate so much on the pleasure of my partner, my own would pass. If not totally eliminating my need to cum, perhaps it would reduce the number of times I was punished.
I was so intent on practicing this discovery, it was a total surprise when I orgasmed. My rising need not impinging on my consciousness until it clubbed me like a hammer. Of course, I earned another sharp slap on my ass when I responded to my orgasm, but quickly managed to get back on point. When I had my second orgasm, I didn’t even receive a smack on the bottom, never losing my focus on Mistress Toni. She praised me for my increased skill and focus when she had her own climax. Before she let me sleep, she made me satisfy Slut a couple times in return for her help training me and throwing me a good strap-on fuck. I was happy to see Slut orgasmed as easily as I did. Perhaps it’s how she acquired the name. Perhaps I deserved my name as much as she did. I fell asleep between them.
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It seemed I’d only been asleep for a couple hours when there was knocking on our door.
“See who it is, Whore,” Toni said sleepily, pulling the covers over herself. Slut, she left bare. She was merely a slave.
I got out of bed, unclipping my leash from the headboard, and opened the door. Two young men stood there. One of them looked vaguely familiar, though I didn’t know him. “How can I help you, Masters?” I said.
“We want you. Toni’s hogged you long enough. She needs to share.”
“Please wait one moment. I shall see if Mistress requires my services further.” I closed the door so Mistress might have some privacy.
I went back to the bed and Toni asked, “What did they want?”
“They believe you’ve had my services long enough, Mistress. They wish you to share.”
I was hoping she’d keep me. I could use some more sleep and Mistress didn’t look like she’d be getting out of bed soon. She was up as late as I was last night and as tired now.
“Go with them. I have had you long enough.”
“Yes, Mistress. Thank you for your instruction, Mistress.”
I retrieved my leash and hooked it back onto my collar. Having nothing else to gather, I went back to the door and stepped out into the hallway with the two young men. They clipped my wrist cuffs together behind my back and led me away by my leash, heading back to the common room, which still had a nice fire going, keeping the room warm. There were a couple other naked slaves secured in the room. They looked tired. I wondered if they’d been secured here all night. A man I couldn’t see due to his chair’s position, was getting his cock sucked by a naked male slave whose hands were secured behind his back. The man who looked familiar started hooking my wrist cuffs to a chain dangling from the ceiling.
“I thought we were going to fuck her?” The other man said. “You said we were going to double penetrate her?”
“I like to tenderize my sluts first,” Familiar replied. I had no idea what tenderizing was, but it didn’t sound pleasant to me.
Oliver’s voice rose from the chair I couldn’t see behind. It was Oliver receiving the blow job. “Fuck her or not, your choice, but you’ll not tenderize her.”
“I thought you were sharing your slave, Oliver?” Familiar said.
“I am sharing her. You want to double penetrate her, fine. She can suck you, or fuck you, as you wish, but you’ll not tenderize her.” Oliver sounded as if he were protecting me; something totally unexpected.
“We were given free rein,” Familiar said, “as long as we didn’t remove her mask or leave marks lasting past tomorrow.”
Oliver stood, pulling out of the slave’s mouth, his cock hard and twitching like he was ready to cum.
“Listen, Friedrich, you sadistic little bastard. She’s my slave and I can withdraw my permission as easily as I grant it. In fact; your permission is withdrawn. Under no circumstance are you to touch my slave this weekend. Your friend may fuck her if he wants, but you’re done here. Get the fuck out!”
“Bah,” Friedrich said. “Come on, Georgie. Let’s go find someone else to fuck.”
“I want this one,” Georgie said. “She’s the most beautiful one here.”
Friedrich went storming off, stomping his feet like a little child.
“Damn,” Georgie said. “I wanted to do a double penetration. I’ve never done one before.”
“I’ll do it with you,” Oliver said. Finally, an Oliver I recognized. One who’d ensure I had two cocks in me at once. “Do you want her cunt or her ass?”
“Which one do you recommend?” Georgie asked.
“They’re both exquisite and very tight,” Oliver replied. “You can’t go wrong with either one.”
“I’ll take her ass then.”
“Friedrich had the right idea about this anyway,” Oliver said, eying the contraption I was attached to.
Pushing a button, he raised me up so my cunt and ass were at the proper height for the two of them. He fastened two other wires to the cuffs on my legs, pushing another button which slowly parted my legs, almost in splits, something I hadn’t done since working on my flexibility in college. The tendons in my groin were stretched painfully. I was also becoming damp, my cunt spread wide for them.
“Did you bring lube, Georgie?” Oliver asked.
“No, Friedrich wanted us to fuck her dry.”
“Stick your cock in her cunt first to slick it up some. She’s already wet. Fuck her a minute or two before pushing it in her ass. She really is tight and your cock will appreciate the lubrication, otherwise she might scrape your skin off. I need to delay a bit anyway, or I’ll cum too soon. I was so fucking close when I was interrupted.”
Georgie took his advice, plunging up my cunt first and fucking me for several minutes to coat his prick with my juices. Then he got behind me and speared into my ass, plunging up all the way in one thrust. I groaned.
“You’re right. Her asshole is so tight, she’s practically choking my cock.”
“Wait until I’m in her with you. You’ll think you’ve died and gone to heaven,” Oliver said.
He let Georgie fuck my ass a few minutes alone until his own cock lost some of it’s tension. When he was ready, he plunged deep into my slick cunt. I moaned. Oliver was a bastard, but he introduced me to something I enjoyed greatly, a double penetration of my cunt and ass. They fucked me awhile and without anything else to occupy myself, I found my orgasm rapidly creeping up on me.
“May I please cum, Masters?” I panted. “I’m very close.” I expected Oliver to refuse like he had last night, but I had to ask.
I was surprised to hear him say, “Cum as often as you want, slave.”
It was all the permission I needed to really let myself go. Using my suspended hands to raise and lower myself, I was fucking them as much as they were fucking me. It didn’t take long and I started cumming.
“Fuck me, I’m cumming! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop! Aauuggghhh! This feels so fucking good,” once again abandoning all sense of propriety and begging for my rapists to fuck me.
Of course, they didn’t stop, not until they orgasmed themselves, young Georgie first, filling my ass, and finally Oliver, coating my cunt. When they both pulled out, my split position didn’t allow for me to hold much in and their cum dripped to the floor beneath me. I thanked them for their gift to me. As the fucking had gone on, more and more people had started showing up in the common room, waking up and joining the world. Even Toni and Slut had gotten up. Seeing me, my position, and the wonderful fucking I’d received, I found myself filled with two other cocks, eager to try me out. When they finished in me, two more took their place, and two more after that, including Georgie, wanting to try out my cunt, now he’d had my ass. Nobody had negated my permission to cum so I orgasmed frequently and hard, begging for it.
When all were finished, my nether regions were soaked with cum, as was the floor beneath me. One of the slave servants was made to clean it up. Before Oliver lowered me, he had another male slave lick my cunt and ass clean of all the cum. His tongue even penetrated both orifices to swirl out the cum and I felt him lightly sucking at my sphincter to extract some. Despite how good it felt to me, I nearly felt my gorge rise when I realized where his tongue was.
I was finally lowered to the floor and I could barely stand, my legs wobbly from being in the splits so long. Slut helped me to the bathroom, where I used the facilities as best I could and cleaned up some more, a tongue being a poor substitute for a wet washcloth. Slut led me to the dining room after, where the Master’s and Mistress’s were eating while their slaves serviced them under the table. I sucked Oliver’s cock under the table, breaking my fast when Oliver let me swallow his cum. He also fed me some of his food. It seemed the non-slaves received a large portion so they could give some to their slaves, who were the responsibility of their owners. Oliver fed me by hand, but some of the owners put their plates on the floor after they were done and let the slaves lick their food from the plate.
After breakfast, Oliver took me to his room and let me remove my mask before fucking me in the ass.
We were lying on the bed afterward and I asked, “What’s tenderizing?”
“What do you think it means?” Oliver asked.
“I had no idea, except it didn’t sound very pleasant.”
“Friedrich meant to spank or whip your cunt until it was very sore before fucking you hard. It makes the sex very painful.”
I shuddered thinking about it. “Why did you stop him?”
“Because Friedrich is a sadistic bastard and you don’t have a safe word.”
“I think of you as a sadistic bastard.”
Oliver looked down at me. “There’s sadistic, and there’s sadistic. Friedrich is off the scale. I’m a walk in the park in comparison. I’ve heard stories. His whole family is like he is. His mother was banned from the club. The rest of the family is on probation here.”
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“What’s a safe word?”
“It’s a word you’re given which allows you to stop whatever is being done to you. Friedrich’s mother was banned because she ignored a safe word when given. The slave was badly injured and it cost a lot of money to cover it up.”
“Why don’t I have a safe word.”
“Because you’re my slave here. I’m one of the founders of the club.” Why was I not surprised. “No one would normally dare hurt you except possibly for Friedrich. He doesn’t have much of a governing switch. Saying you couldn’t be marked is enough for most people to realize I don’t want you hurt.”
“Why do you care whether I’m hurt or not?”
“I need to return you back to your husband in essentially the same condition after I’m done with you. It’s part of my agreement with you. You may be a little tainted, more well used, shall we say, but except for the use, the same condition.”
“You don’t think turning me into a whore is returning me in the same condition, do you?”
“Whether or not you choose to remain a whore after I’m done with you, is your decision, isn’t it? You can’t tell me Tan hasn’t received some benefit from your experience. Would you have allowed him to fuck your ass if I hadn’t forced it on you.”
“Maybe. It might have taken awhile and a lot of convincing on his part, but it could have happened.”
“Now he doesn’t have to wait. He can have your ass whenever he wants.”
I supposed Oliver was right. Tan had benefitted from my corrupting, but at what cost to me and him. He’d told me he couldn’t bear the thought of me with another man, and I’d fucked dozens of them, including two right in front of his eyes.
“Would you consider yourself bisexual?” I asked.
“Because I was letting the male slave suck my cock?”
“Yes.”
“I suppose I am, if you define it by who I’d fuck. I’ll fuck anyone if it serves my purpose. I’m attracted more to females, but men make the best cocksuckers.”
“Really?”
“They’ve got a cock. They know how it feels to them. Has anyone ever licked your cunt as well as Slut did?”
“How do you know she licked my cunt?”
“It’s Toni. She and Slut work as a team to train cunt lickers. If they didn’t train you to lick cunt, I’d be surprised as hell.”
“No,” I admitted, “Slut’s the best I’ve ever had.”
“I’d guess most women are better cunt lickers than most men. Not having a cunt, I couldn’t say for sure, but you have one and you know what you like, so it’s easier to apply your experiences to the cunt in front of you. Despite how good Slut was, do you want to run out and fuck a bunch of women?”
“It’s not high on my list of things to do.”
“Then you’re not a lesbian, and probably not bisexual. If you start fucking your girlfriends, I’d change my mind, at least about bisexuality. Now, clean my cock and suck it again.”
I got a washcloth and washed and dried his cock thoroughly before sucking him again. I was allowed to swallow his cum. After, I was permitted to shower, brush my teeth, and clean the mask as best I could before putting it on again. We went back to the common room.
The rest of the weekend followed the same script. Used multiple times; sometimes allowed to cum, other times not and suffering punishment for it. Sometimes I was punished for no reason other than to punish me. The men and women were about the same in that regard. Both could be equally cruel. The primary difference I noted was the women tended to enjoy their pleasure in private, the men cared little if others watched them, preferring it even. I suspected it was some deep seated compulsion in their lizard brains which wanted to prove their masculinity to the the other males present, like two roosters fighting over the same hen. They were proving their right to breed the loveliest women.
The women had no need to prove their masculinity, and perhaps hid their pleasures because they realized how easily they might end up like me, a sex toy to dominant men and women. Or they didn’t want others to see their flaws and weaknesses, because women are vain creatures; a multi-billion dollar beauty industry proof of that.
Saturday night, I spent the night with an older gentleman with his own female slave. He made me and his other slave play with each other frequently while he fucked one or the other of us. I was made to lick and suck his cum from her cunt and ass, though I could not do what the male had done for me earlier and dip my tongue into her anus. I licked the cum from her cunt until her ass had closed sufficiently for me to clean the surface, and even then, I almost retched at what I was doing. I didn’t get much sleep again.
Sunday was more of the same. I lost count of how many times I was fucked, and even how many times I was punished. I didn’t care. I survived, and that was all that mattered. Around four, Oliver let me shower again in his room. He gave me some clothes after, clothes he’d purchased. I’d never seen them before. We went out to dinner afterward, a nice restaurant and I was permitted to eat from my own plate, like a normal person. He brought me back to his house when we finished dining. We were there by 8:00.
“What time is it in Osaka?” Oliver asked.
“It’s 14 hours ahead of us,” I replied. Doing the quick math in my head, “It’s noon on Monday there.”
“You haven’t called your husband all weekend,” he said. “He’s going to wonder what you were doing with yourself all weekend. I think you should call him and reassure him you aren’t fucking around on him, don’t you.”
Of course, fucking around all weekend was exactly what I’d been doing, so telling him any different would be a lie.
“But first,” Oliver said, “strip off all your clothes. I’m not quite done with you yet.”
I reluctantly removed my clothes.
“Get on the bed and spread your legs, then call Tan.”
I could see I was not going to enjoy what was coming next.
“What if I cum while you’re doing whatever you’re going to do? I don’t want him to know I’m with someone else.”
“Tell him you’re masturbating because you miss him so much.”
Fuck! I lay down and the bed and spread my legs. I called Tan. Oliver waited until the Tan answered the phone before he started licking me. I tried to ignore him as much as possible.
“Brenda. What a pleasant surprise,” Tan said. “I thought you’d call me on the weekend when I wasn’t working.”
“I’m sorry. I planned to but the problem with you being halfway around the world is the time change screws me up. I figure you’re sleeping when I’m awake and awake when I’m sleeping. I never know what’s a good time to call you, but figured I’d take a chance now if you have a few minutes to talk.”
My cunt was liquefying. Oliver may not be as good as Slut, but he was damned good at what he was doing.
“Sure, I’ve got a few minutes. It’s lunch time.”
I made a noise I wasn’t expecting to make, but Oliver was doing his damndest to make me cum and I was starting to squirm from the pleasure.
“Tan,” I said. “If I make any inexplicable noises while we’re talking, I want you to know I’m masturbating right now because I miss you so much. I wanted to do it while I could hear your voice.” I gasped.
“Lovely. I’d join you if I could but I’m at a lunch counter with 30 of 40 other customers around. Why don’t you FaceTime me later today about 7 or 8 PM Osaka time, and I’ll join you. You can show me yours, and I’ll show you mine.” I moaned.
“It’s 4 AM here at 8 PM there. Can I push it back to 10 your time?” I asked. “I need some sleep. I didn’t sleep very well without you here in bed with me.” I was getting fucked constantly, day and night. Slaves don’t get sleep. I moaned again, arching my back as Oliver rubbed my g-spot and licked my clit.
“For you anything. It sounds like you’re really enjoying yourself, honey. I’m hard as a rock listening to you.”
“I am,” I gasped, haltingly, “I really am. I’m going to cum soon.”
“Let me hear you cum, Brenda. I want to hear you when you cum.”
I had little choice in the matter. Oliver was going to make me cum whether I wanted to or not.
“Now, baby, now,” I moaned. “I’m cumming now, just for you,” cumming all over Oliver’s tongue, dipping into my dripping cunt. “Oh, baby, I miss you so much. Ooohhhh, I’m cumming.”
“Shit. I might have to find a bathroom,” Tan said. “I can’t believe you did that. Call me tonight at 10, okay?” He hung up.
I set the phone on the bed, still cumming from the perverted pleasure of talking to my husband while another man licked my cunt.
“You’re such a fucking liar,” Oliver said, halting what he was doing momentarily.
I was. I was a fucking liar and I’d cum from another man’s tongue while talking to Tan.
When Oliver came up for air, his face was drenched in my fluids. He plunged into my pussy and fucked me to another orgasm, drowning my cunt in his cum. He sent me home after, my cunt still dripping with his sperm. I drove home and crawled into bed just the way I was, cum soaked and filthy in body and soul and cried myself to sleep.
Chapter 19
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It’s Always Darkest Before the Dawn
In this chapter contains anal and oral sex, including ass to mouth sex. Brenda decides to go after Oliver and his blackmail material in a more proactive way, including spying on her friends to see who the Judas is.
My alarm was set the next morning for 5:30am and after rising to use the toilet, shower and douche, I FaceTimed with Tan. We masturbated for each other and not having to restrain my orgasms, climaxed twice before he did. His cum shot up from his cock like a geyser, so I guessed if he was getting sex himself, it wasn’t nearly as much as I was getting, or it would have dribbled out. I blew him a kiss, said goodbye and got up to meet Suki for my posing.
Suki was late, as usual, and JackAss noticed I was less than the chatty, vivacious person he was used to seeing. A weekend as a well abused sex slave will do that for you. I was still sore from all the times I’d been used, though the punishment pain was all gone.
“What’s up cupcake? Why so glum?” JackAss asked.
Of course I couldn’t tell him it was because I’d been used as a fuck toy all weekend and sort of enjoyed it, no matter how much I’d hated it. I was so sick of myself.
“Tan’s gotten an assignment in Osaka, and I miss him so much,” is the excuse I gave.
“Not getting enough anymore, huh?” JackAss teased.
The opposite problem was more the case. I was getting too much.
Still I managed to put a smile on my face as I said, “Why? Are you volunteering as a stand in?”
JackAss threw up his hands and backed up a step. “No, no, no, no, no. Not me. Never get between a man and his wife, I always say. It only ends in misery. Just teasing you is all.”
Too bad all people didn’t feel the same way.
“It’s more the emotional support,” I replied, “not the sex.”
“I could see that. There’s a lot of camaraderie in the military. They become like family. When I discharged, I lost some of it. There’s a little with the other security people, but it’s not the same. Everybody has their own lives. In the military, we all had the same life. I’d like to meet a good woman and start a family, get a little of that feeling back.”
“What’s stopping you?”
“I haven’t met the right person.”
“Who’s the right person for you?”
“Someone who’s smart, and funny. Well grounded emotionally, not into much booze or drugs, wants to settle down and have kids. I wouldn’t mind if she was tall like you.”
“You don’t want much, do you?”
“No, not too much,” he laughed.
“You didn’t say anything about looks.”
“I’m not saying I wouldn’t want someone who was beautiful, and I admit, it’s one of the first things you notice about a person, but it’s not the basis for a permanent relationship. Looks are fleeting. We all get old and wrinkled at some point, and the other things are a lot more important.”
“You sound fairly well grounded yourself, JackAss. I know quite a few women who would go for a man like you. Would you like me to set you up with one?”
“I don’t know, wouldn’t it be awkward?” JackAss asked.
“How so?”
“If it doesn’t work out. If one or both of us are disappointed.”
“People do it all the time. It shouldn’t be that awkward. Have you ever come close?”
“I thought I’d met the right one once. Turns out she was married.”
“Oh, oh. Is that how you know not to get between a man and his wife; personal experience?”
“Thankfully, I found out before anything happened. Stepped back and left it alone.”
“Good for you. So, what do you say? Should I hook you up?”
“Let me think about it.”
“Do you have any preferences, white, black, lesbian?” I teased.
“Color doesn’t matter too much. I guess I’ll stay away from the lesbians.”
“One of my girlfriends, Yvonne, is getting married, so she’s off the table. Tiffany is getting serious about the man she’s been dating, so we’ll stay away from her at the present. Tammie is a bit on the flighty side. She changes boyfriends about once a month whether she needs to or not. That leaves the Donna, a nurse, black, Cheyenne, the sales manager, also black. Hmm. Also Tan’s sister, Sydney, white by the way. Erin is bi, but in a quasi-committed lesbian relationship with Shizuko, and Maria, who’s also bi and never had a relationship lasting past two dates, so I guess we could call her uncommitted or decommitted.”
“Quasi-committed?”
“Yes, committed to each other but allowed to have lovers on the side, usually as a couple.” I noticed the look on his face. “Strange, I know, but it seems to work for them. I know another couple who does the same thing. Just met them on my honeymoon in fact.”
“I don’t know if I could ever do something like that.”
“I’m with you.” I wish I wasn’t having sex with everyone Oliver wanted me to.
Suki chose that moment to arrive. “Sorry I’m late,” she said, gathering her supples.
“I’m used to it,” I said.
“What were you talking about?”
“You’re unusual relationship with Erin,” I replied honestly.
“Ha. You should talk. You didn’t have sex with anyone until you were married. The last remaining 24 year old virgin in Atlanta.”
JackAss’s eyebrows went up.
“It’s true,” I admitted. “I thought saving myself for my husband was the right thing to do.” I’m not so sure I should have waited anymore. Tan may have gotten to have all the firsts with my body if I’d started having sex when we got engaged.
“Most people don’t wait anymore,” JackAss said.
“Apparently, that makes me special,” I said. Special in an unhappy way I wish I wasn’t so special for.
“Let’s get going,” Suki said. “Daylights burning.”
“You could have been here earlier,” I reminded her.
“I know. I said I’m sorry.”
“Later, JackAss. Let me know if you want to be introduced.”
“Introduced to who?” Suki asked as we rolled away.
“Any one of my single friends not in a committed relationship.”
Suki turned back to look at him. “If I weren’t a lesbian, I’d give him a second look.”
“If I weren’t married, so would I.”
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The following weekend, Oliver kept me to himself, though I soon regretted the reason why. On Friday night, he used all of my holes, letting me sleep after fucking my ass. He led me down to his basement on Saturday morning after I sucked his cock. He brought me to a sanitary looking, white tiled area with several chains and cuffs and a huge drain in the floor. It looked ominous to me; the sort of place where a serial killer confined his victims before killing them and draining their bodies of blood. If I didn’t think he planned on returning me to Tan, changed but alive, I might have worried more.
I still joked about it. “How many people have died down here?” I asked as he fastened my wrist cuffs to a chain descended from the ceiling.
He finished fastening me up, then looked around, perhaps seeing what I saw for the first time. He smiled again. God, I hated his smile. It had depraved lechery written all over it.
“Down here? Nobody’s died down here.” Not nobody’s died, but they haven’t died down here.
“Why are we here?” I asked.
“To break you of some bad habits.”
“What bad habits do I have?”
“You’ll see.”
He moved behind me where I couldn’t see him and I heard him running water in a sink. I wondered if he was washing his hands.
“Spread your legs, Brenda, like the good little slut you are.”
He was still behind me so I assumed he was going to fuck me in the ass. I spread my legs. This assumption took more root when he smeared lube around and in my sphincter. Instead of his cock, something else went into my bum, something not as large. He hung a rubber bag beside me and there was a tube running from the bag down behind me. He opened a spigot on the bag and my rectum filled up, pushing my stomach out some. It was warm and stung a little, but not too much. The bag emptied. The other end of the hose was removed from my bottom, leaving the fullness behind.
“What are you doing?” I said.
“Giving you an enema. Three of them actually. We’re going to clean you out. It’s only warm soapy water, so easy on the system. I want you to hold it as long as you can. When you can’t hold it any longer, evacuate your bowels. Everything will go down the drain. We’ll clean you up afterward. You can shower in the corner when you’re done.”
“Why are we doing this?”
“Because I want your asshole to be nice and clean when I fuck you today.”
Having a dirty asshole had never stopped him before. Still I wasn’t mortally opposed to being cleaner when he fucked my ass. Seemed it would be less messy that way, so I did as he instructed. I stood there as long as possible until I felt ready to burst.
“It’s going to come out soon,” I warned.
“Let it.”
“Can I squat? I’ll get less on my legs that way.”
“So squat.”
I shook the chain to which I was attached. “Right.” He lowered it down so I could squat over the drain and I let it all out with a loud whoosh accompanied by some unladylike farts. When it was all drained, he wiped me down and washed everything down the drain so we could start again. Filling the bag, inserting the plug, opening the bag and more warm water filling my rectum. He raised the chain again so I could rest against the tension a little as I stood. When I was close, he lowered it, and I squatted; the water running much clearer this time. There was a lot less shit to rinse away. We did it a third time and the water ran clear.
“Good,” he said. “That should do it. Very nice, Brenda.”
He unhooked my cuffs from the ceiling and bent me over what looked like a gymnasts pommel horse, without the pommels, fastening my wrist cuffs to a bracket on the floor, and my ankle cuffs well to either side so he’d have unrestricted access to my ass.
Having secured me firmly, he approached me with what appeared to be a gag.
“Why? I’m not fighting you. I’ve never fought you.”
“You will,” he replied ominously. Given his words, I didn’t want to take the gag and I did fight him, trying to keep my mouth closed. He didn’t fight me. Instead, he held my nose until I couldn’t hold my breath anymore and the second I opened my mouth to breathe, he shoved it into my mouth, securing it in back of my head. It wasn’t the ball gag I thought it was. It was a metal ring, open so I could breathe, but wide enough to keep my mouth locked wide open. He stripped off his clothes in front of me, his cock hard and ready.
I suddenly remembered the video I’d seen when my friends were preparing me for my wedding night.
“Nootth, noootthh.” I couldn’t speak properly, my no’s coming out as garbled nonsense. Saliva was dripping to the floor. I started fighting my bonds to little effect. I was as secure as a condemned man in an electric chair. Fuck!
Oliver smeared lube on my star and pushed into my ass, moving slowly, sliding all the way up. He fucked me for a few minutes, then approached my head, lifting it by my hair.
“Nooottthh attthhh to muuttth,” I said, crying.
Oliver pushed through the ring in my mouth, filling my throat with his cock and I vomited. I hadn’t eaten anything but his cum since last night, but everything in my stomach went all over him and down the drain. He pulled out, calmly washed himself and the floor, went behind me and fucked my ass some more. A couple minutes later, he was back at my head, fucking my throat. I vomited again, not as much this time. The same process repeated over and over. It wasn’t long before I had nothing left in my stomach, unable to bring anything up, but a bit of spit. Pretty soon, I was finding it hard to even gag, my throat raw.
It finally reached the point nothing happened. He fucked my ass, then fucked my mouth and nothing happened. I had no fight left. I couldn’t throw up anymore. He climaxed in my throat and I swallowed what I could, the rest running out my mouth and dripping on the floor. He cleaned up everything again, putting it back in pristine condition while I remained bent over the horse, drool running out of my mouth.
He squatted down in front of me.
“We have to repeat this process without the ring gag. I know you’ll be tempted to bite my cock off. Can’t say I blame you, but you have to learn to take it. I remind you, should you bite off my cock, I will likely bleed to death down here. You’re tied to the horse, having emptied your stomach and you won’t be able to get away. It’s sound proof down here; no one will hear you scream. You’ll slowly starve to death. People will wonder where you went to. After awhile, my disappearance will cause your slutty films and photos to be released to the internet. At that point, people might think you were running to avoid the shame. Maybe after some period of time, when your disappearance becomes public, your private detective agency will figure out where you are. Your car is in the garage. No one will see it. If this is the ending of your life you see for yourself, go ahead, bite if off. I think you have more to live for than that. In a couple months, this will all be over and you can go back to your normal, white bread, life. I’ll be out of the picture and you can settle down, have a couple kids with the husband. Do you understand your situation?”
I glared at him, but I nodded yes. It was very clear.
He removed the ring gag.
“You’re a fucking, rat prick, bastard!” I said. “I hate you so much it burns.”
“I understand,” he said. “Many of the women down here have felt that way. Are you going to behave yourself?”
“What choice do I have?”
“Only the choice to comply or die a slow death. I told you before, no one’s died down here. I’d hate for you to be the first. I’m rather fond of you.”
“You have a funny way of showing it.”
“It won’t be so bad,” Oliver said. “It’s why I cleaned you out. Right now, you’re rectum’s probably as clean as your cunt and you’ve sucked many a cock which has just fucked it.”
He patted me on the head and disappeared up the stairs. He returned several minutes later with a movie camera which he set up to record from my rear quarter. You would be able to see his cock, first in my ass, and later in my mouth. Fucking prick. This is one movie of his I might destroy. I wouldn’t be able to bear watching it or for anyone else to see it either.
By the time he was set up, his cock was hard again. He smeared a little lube around my back door and pushed in. He went the same way he did the first time. Fuck my ass a little, then my mouth, back and forth. At first I tried not to touch his cock. To let it go to my throat without touching my tongue, but that was a pointless exercise. I couldn’t do it for long, and my tongue would circle his cock so I could swallow. Despite it being in my ass and my belief I would be licking my shit off his shaft, he was right, damn him. It didn’t taste awful. It had an earthier taste, sharper and more pungent than before, but not horrible. Worse yet, I orgasmed while his cock was in my ass.
Ass, mouth, ass, mouth. It wasn’t long before I was sucking his cock as I normally did, as distasteful as the prospect was. He finally finished up in my ass and I sucked his cock clean of his cum. He readied up a package for me, an enema bottle like the one he used, hose, nozzle, and a small bottle of soap.
“I’m going to release you now,” Oliver said. “I told you it wouldn’t be that bad and it wasn’t. You can either go home or I’ll take you out to dinner. Before coming over in the future, I suggest you do three enemas as you did today to thoroughly cleanse yourself. You can choose not to, if you wish, but you will be expected to suck any cock, whether it’s been in your ass or not, and I think you’d prefer a clean ass to one that isn’t.”
“I’d like to go home,” I spit out.
“As you wish.”
He finally released me and I slowly stretched my muscles. It was all I could do to not kick him in the balls, but he looked as if he were prepared and I’d prefer to be wearing big fucking boots when I did it. I took a shower in the place he indicated, cleaning his cum from my ass as best I could without a douche.
Before I went upstairs to dress, I said, “I hate and detest you with a passion you’ll never understand.”
“You say that now, but I’m only unlocking the person trapped inside.”
“What? The slut? The whore? That person?”
“I would say the results speak for themselves. You’ve responded very well to your training. You’re fucking like someone who’s been sexually active for 9 years, instead of 9 months.”
“As if you’ve given me any chance in the matter.”
“You decided at the very beginning that sucking my cock was better than stopping your wedding and explaining what happened was an accident. It would seem you were born for this. At every point, you’ve chosen the response of a whore rather than a loving and devoted wife. What would you think?”
“If I’d had a moment to decide, I would have chosen otherwise. You gave me like thirty seconds. I know I made a mistake.”
“When you have no time to decide is when you follow your deepest and most basic impulses. You chose cock sucking. Given one cock sucking incident, you chose fucking other men rather than telling your husband and throwing yourself on his mercy. Even if your husband left you after you said anything, you wouldn’t be at risk of exposure for all you’ve done since to all those people you don’t even know. Now, I would agree you have little choice left, because you’ve always chosen the path of the slut, and your upbringing says you can’t expose your true nature. I say you’ve followed your true nature, what my Father would call your True Will.”
Shit! Was he right? Was I a natural whore? I imagined acting as I did to save my relationship to Tanner, the first man I ever loved. That if I somehow managed to keep everything from Tanner, I could go back to the way things were. Did every choice I ever make reveal a true nature, a fucking, debauched, cunt licking, cock sucking, orgiastic inner whore?
No. No. No. I hated this. I didn’t want this. I detested everything about my life and I detested Oliver even more, but, Oh, God, if he was right. Why had I made all the choices I made? Granted, he’d given me no fucking time for any rational choices, but was a choice made in haste indicative of my true nature? If I was what he said, wouldn’t I like this more, not just having orgasms, but wanting everything he made me do and not dreading it with every fiber of my being.
“I refuse to believe that,” I said. But still worried he might be right.
“Actions speak for themselves,” Oliver replied calmly.
I departed, no words left.
As soon as I was in the car, I started crying. I called Tiffany. She heard me sobbing and without another word being said, told me she’d be right over.
“Give me an hour,” I said. “I’m leaving Oliver’s now. Let me get home, and take another shower. I’d like to get a little more presentable than I am now.”
“Okay. Please don’t do anything rash.”
“What could be more rash than all I’ve done.” I hung up.
At home, I took the hottest shower I could stand after using a douches to cleanse my sex and bottom. I gargled with mouthwash for 5 minutes, but even leaving a minty taste, I still remembered the taste of his cock after it was in my ass. I put on a t-shirt and shorts and opened a bottle of wine, waiting for Tiffany to show. I’d stopped crying, but tears lurked in my eyes, waiting to spill over. Tiffany knocked on the door and I let her in and clasped her in a close embrace, my tears escaping again. Tiffany hugged me back, patting my back, letting me get it out. When my crying was reduced to a few gasping sobs and hiccups, Tiffany led me to the couch and had me sit down.
“Rough day?” Tiffany asked, while she poured us both glasses of wine from the open bottle on the coffee table.
She handed me my glass and sat down beside me with her hand on my knee.
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“The worst. I thought nothing would be worse than last weekend, but today was much worse.”
“How bad?”
“Ass to Mouth bad,” I said, crying again.
“Oh, Brenda, I’m so sorry. I can’t tell you how sorry I feel for you.”
She pulled me against her and I cried into her shoulder, taking comfort from her arms. It took awhile before I could speak again. I continued lying against her shoulder and whispered. Tiffany was stroking my hair.
“At least he gave me 3 enemas first. I kept throwing up at the beginning, like I did at your apartment. He’d just clean himself and everything else off and start again. He kept going until I didn’t respond anymore. I had a ring gag in my mouth so I couldn’t close my mouth. After he was able to cum in my mouth without my gagging anymore, he took the ring gag out and said we’d have to do it again, without the gag. He said if I bit his dick off, I’d die of starvation down in his soundproof basement. It would take weeks or months before anyone found me. I was chained down there. So, he did it again, and I sucked his cock. In my ass, then in my mouth; back to my ass, back to my mouth. He finally orgasmed in my ass and I sucked him clean.”
“From now on,” Tiffany said, “if I don’t hear from you every two days, I’ll attempt to reach you. If you don’t respond, I’ll assume Oliver has you and it’s the first place I’ll look. If you need to bite his cock off, I’ll find you. You won’t starve to death.”
I gave a small unhappy laugh. “I’m not always at his place. Last week he had me at some BDSM club he helped found. I was treated like a sex slave for two days, available to whoever wanted me. I was punished for cumming without permission or for any reason at all. I lost track of how many times I was fucked. I was trained to be a better cunt licker. I was swatted every time I lost concentration licking a Mistress’s cunt while I was fucked with a strap-on. I thought the experience of last weekend was the worst thing I’d ever done until today.”
“Do you always have your phone with you?”
“It’s normally in my car. I’m not allowed to keep it on me when I’m with Oliver.”
“Did you drive to this club?”
“I was taken there. We went in Oliver’s car.”
“It would give me a starting place, even if you’re not with your phone. Give my your Apple ID and password, Oliver’s address and the name of the detective agency you worked with.”
“Why?” I said.
“With your Apple ID and password, I can track you on ‘Find my iPhone’. It gives me a starting point to find you. I can check Oliver’s address, and I can contact your detective agency if I need more resources. I’m not going to let you die if you need to fight back. No matter what happens. No matter what information is exposed, I will always be your friend. I think most of us would. Don’t sell your parents short either. They might be disappointed in the choices you were forced to make, but they’ll stand by you, no matter what.”
I hugged her again, then got a pencil and paper and wrote everything down. Tiffany held up the paper. “This information will go into a password protected portion of my phone. I won’t give it to anyone without your permission, not even Tan. If I need it, I’ll use it, but not for anything but to protect you. I’m with you, Brenda, all the way.”
“Thank you, Tiffany.”
My phone went off, the text message warning. I ignored it.
“What if it’s Tan?” Tiffany said.
“It’s the middle of the night in Osaka. We have something planned for about ten tonight my time. It’s probably Oliver sending me a video of my latest performance. I plan on deleting it, I’m so disgusted.”
“What if it’s not?” Tiffany said.
Okay. I glanced at my phone. It was Jolene.
“It’s one of the detectives at the agency I hired. She wants me to call her when I have a minute.”
“Call her now to see what she wants and invite her here. I’d like to speak to her.”
I called Jolene on speaker and asked her what she needed.
“I can’t stop thinking about you, Brenda, and what you’re going through. It’s absolutely horrible, and I was thinking,” Jolene said, “that you only asked us to check the connections between Oliver and your bridesmaids or other female friends, because you believed one of them was helping Oliver. You never asked us to check any possible connections between Oliver and male members of the wedding party.”
“None of them were at the Bachelorette Party,” I replied. “Why would I?”
“Because maybe it was somebody else who got one of your girlfriends to do this; not Oliver. Some cut out to distance Oliver from the women, make it harder to figure out who did it.”
I looked at Tiffany. She nodded.
“Jolene, my name is Tiffany, Brenda’s Maid of Honor, and I think you made a very good point. Do you have time to come to Brooke’s place right now?”
“Brenda?” Jolene asked. “Is this something you want?”
“Please, Jolene. I’ve decided to trust Tiffany and she knows everything you know right now, and maybe stuff you don’t. We can discuss this more thoroughly if you come over.”
“I’ll be there in an hour.”
While we waited, I wrote everything down I could remember about the wedding and who had attended and where they lived. I still had the list made up from writing my Thank You cards and Tiffany and I went through the list with a fine tooth comb, trying to decide what names to give Jolene when she got here. All the groomsman, Best Man, closest friends. Theoretically, it had to be someone who knew all of us, knew most of the details of our personal lives and had some type of access to those closest to me.
“If you had to pick one name off this list who jumps off and grabs you by the throat,” Tiffany said, “who would it be?”
I tapped one name with my pencil. Geoff Suck.
“God, me too,” Tiffany said. “That slimy weasel is exactly the sort of person who’d be involved in something like this.”
Suddenly, I remembered why Friedrich had looked so fucking familiar to me. He looked a little like Geoff.
“Do you know if Geoff has any family? A brother, or cousin, someone who might look a little like Geoff?”
“I’m not sure,” Tiffany said. “I never paid any attention to Geoff or anyone he was close to. I hate him so much, why would I want to know more about him. He might have mentioned a cousin while we were dancing together, before I had to practically slap his face and leave him on the dance floor. He said something like his cousin and he would love to double team me some time. That’s when I left him on the floor. What a prick!”
“Do you remember the cousin’s name?” I asked. “It’s kind of important.”
“I’m not sure. Shit it was months ago and a guy I detest. Maybe Fred or Freddie.”
“Could it be Friedrich?”
“Maybe, but I thought Geoff called him Fred. Why do you ask? What’s so important about a cousin?”
“I might have met him at the BDSM club last weekend. He wanted to tenderize my cunt before fucking me. It’s the only nice thing Oliver may have ever done for me, making Friedrich leave me alone. Maybe Fred’s a pet name or nickname for Friedrich.”
Jolene arrived and I invited her in. She joined us in the living room, sitting across from Tiffany and I.
“Jolene, this is Tiffany, my best friend. Tiffany, this is Jolene Barstard of CapOn Investigations. I apologize, Tiffany, but I had CapOn investigate you and all my friends to find out who was betraying me. She probably knows more about you than you’d want her to know, but she didn’t find any connections between you and Oliver, so it’s the reason I was willing to take a chance on our friendship, so I hope you can forgive me and forgive her.”
Jolene leaned forward and shook Tiffany’s hand, then leaned back, serene and looking calmer than I felt.
Tiffany said, “Actually, I understand perfectly well and don’t blame either of you a bit. In fact, I’d like to hire you again on Brenda’s behalf.”
“Tiffany!” I said. “It’s not necessary for you to do this.”
“If you could have trusted me earlier, we might have been able to stop Oliver before now. I’m sorry you couldn’t. I understand, but now you do, I have to help.”
Jolene smiled for the first time. “If you’re hiring me on her behalf, I can’t share information with you unless Brenda wishes me to.”
“I don’t care. I don’t care where your investigation leads. I want to do everything in my power to make it end, to make her nightmare stop.”
“It might be expensive.”
“I’ve got money to burn. I’d spend it all to save Brenda. She’s told me some of the things he’s done to her and it’s tearing me up inside.”
I started crying again and buried my head on her shoulder. I knew her shirt had to be soggy by now. This was the third time I’d cried on her.
Tiffany pushed the list we’d composed across the table. “These are the people most likely to be involved in some way. We circled the best man’s name. Nobody likes him except Tan. He’s the slimiest person we know. Brenda saw some guy who looked similar to him at a BDSM club she was at last weekend. She thinks a Friedrich or Fred, might be related to Geoff.”
“I’ll get started tonight,” Jolene said.
“Thank you. Brenda told me you took vacation time off to help identify Oliver. You may add that to my bill if you wish.”
“Not necessary. That was my gift to Brenda. I feel much the same way you do. It’s why I haven’t been able to let this go.”
“We know you were able to ascertain the types of cameras used to photograph Brenda. Any luck tracing them or where the signals were sent?”
“No. The cameras themselves were part of a massive shipment to some companies in the Atlanta area. They weren’t resold. My guess is they were either given to or stolen by Oliver by someone in one of those companies. We can only track the signals while they’re being used. My understanding is, Oliver has enough of a hold on Brenda, he doesn’t bother with hidden cameras anymore. Would that be true, Brenda?”
Things were moving at a breakneck pace. I was having difficulty keeping up. Apparently, Jolene was speaking Tiffany’s language and vice versa. “Yes. He set up a normal camera to record me today. Used a flash drive, I think.”
“My understanding is Brenda can’t get this to stop, even by killing Oliver,” Tiffany said, “because her previous activities will be released, bringing a tremendous amount of shame on her and possibly causing her prosecution. This could all end if we can find where his information is stored and can destroy it, including finding out who will release the information if something happens to Oliver. If we can trace the radio frequency of any hidden cameras, it might help us to determine where the information is stored.”
“I would agree with your assessment,” Jolene said.
“If we could force them to use a hidden camera again, do you have anyone who could trace the signal?”
“I know someone we will sometimes hire for tech jobs such as this. He’s very good. But how do we get them to use hidden cameras again?”
“They may still be using them for specific activities,” Tiffany responded. “Brenda, did you receive photos or movies from your trip to the BDSM club last weekend?”
“I receive them from every activity. It’s part of the shaming process, to make me feel like a whore when it’s done.”
“Did you see any cameras or anyone taking pictures with a phone? Even security cameras?”
“No, but I wasn’t looking for them. I already assume I’m always being recorded, so they’re always there someplace. I no longer bother looking for them anymore.”
“It seems to me, a BDSM club would be verboten for any kind of camera. Depending on who’s there and who’s participating, it could be great blackmail material. It’s why we didn’t want cameras or phones at your Bachelorette party. Too embarrassing if we do something stupid. Why would they have security cameras of internal activities? Makes no sense to me at all. Were you even recorded in the bedrooms?”
“Yes, in Mistress Toni’s bedroom with Slut.”
“Slut?” They both asked in unison.
“Mistress Toni’s slave or sub. Her name is Slut. It’s the only name she gave me and the only one anyone used. I was Whore, at least to Mistress Toni.”
“No, this makes no sense to me. If you were recorded there, it had to be hidden cameras,” Tiffany said. “Those people would be awfully pissed to know every perverted detail of their lives was being recorded.”
“You’re right,” Jolene said. “Brenda, I need to see that movie and please excuse me for looking at it.”
I handed her the phone after opening the file. She politely turned the sound off before watching a portion of it. “Please write this number down for me.” Tiffany picked up the pencil and jotted down the number Jolene read off.
“Tiffany, this movie makes me think it’s hidden cameras even more. There’s no panning of any of the individual shots, or any movement to show someone was controlling the camera. Since this is a compilation of many different cameras recordings, which was edited, I couldn’t get all the EXIF metadata, but this number was still available.” She pulled out her phone. “Read the number back to me please,” after opening an app. Tiffany did so. “This serial number comes back to another nanny cam type camera, wireless type.”
“So if she goes back to this club,” Tiffany said. “We can trace anywhere the signal goes.”
“That’s my understanding from the tech guy.”
“Who is he?” Tiffany asked. “Is he reliable and can he keep a secret? We don’t want Brenda’s information getting out any other way, either.”
“I’d trust him with my life,” Jolene said. “Worked with the 75th Ranger Regiment, in their cyber warfare and anti-cyber warfare department. He knows shit I’ll never know. He works as a security guard for some rich asshole north of here. No offense.”
“None taken,” Tiffany replied. “Some rich people are assholes.”
“JackAss?” I asked.
“Yeah, JackAss Hard. Do you know him?” Jolene asked.
“JackAss’s rich asshole boss just purchased two nude paintings of me. Another one is being painted on the estate now every weekday, though not for him. This one’s for Tan. I see JackAss just about every day. I didn’t know his last name.”
“JackAss’s boss is Shizuko’s patron?” Tiffany asked.
“It would certainly seem so.”
“You might want to add JackAss’s boss to the list of people to investigate,” Tiffany said to Jolene.
“Why?” I asked.
“Do you remember what painting he wanted to commission next?”
“Fuck!” I exclaimed.
“Yeah, fuck.” Tiffany replied.
“Why fuck? Jolene asked.
“It was a bondage piece,” Tiffany said. “Given where Brenda spent last weekend, does anyone else think this is a total coincidence? I wouldn’t be surprised to find out rich asshole isn’t a member of the fucking club.”
“What’s the name of the club, Brenda,” Jolene asked, pulling the paper over to write on.
“Oliver said it didn’t have a name, only a motto. It was on the plaque by the front door. French for ‘Do What Thou Wilt’. You can find the French name in your research on the Hellfire Club. I recognized it from your printouts.”
“If JackAss’s boss is unreliable and a possible member of the no name club,” Tiffany asked. “Is JackAss reliable to be used for what we need him for?”
I thought about JackAss and all the conversations we’d had over the past several months, his teasing, his professionalism, the way he alone, of all the guards didn’t try to stare at my nude body. He’d been a good friend, but right now I didn’t trust even my closest friends.
“I think he’d be reliable,” Jolene said. “I’ve worked with him before and like I say, I’d trust him with my life. But, it’s Brenda’s life we’re talking about here. I think it’s her decision.”
“I don’t know,” I said. “I like JackAss a lot and want to trust him, but let’s face it. Unless I go back to the club, he won’t have a job to do. Personally, I hope I never go back to that place. I detested it.”
“Maybe not,” Tiffany said. “If they are recording with hidden camera’s there, it’s not just you they are recording. We might be able to get at least some of the information we need without you going back. I think you should make a decision about JackAss sooner rather than later. The faster we get this information, the faster your nightmare can end.
“Let me think about it,” I said.
Our conversation sort of petered out after that. Jolene gave both of us hugs and left shortly thereafter taking her new research with her. Tiffany left a few minutes later.
“Thank you, Tiffany. I love you so much. I can’t believe you’re helping me out like this.”
“Brendasie. I told you I feel partly responsible. I’d rather spend the money on you than a new dress or stereo system. Those are just things. People are what count; not things. I’d rather die with lots of friends than lots of money.” She kissed my cheek and hugged me again. “We’ll find a way to get you out of this, Brenda. I mean it.”
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Learning more from our previous mistakes, Tan and I had set a schedule for contacting one another. One of the best times was late on Saturday for me and Sunday morning for him, so after Tiffany and Jolene left, I called Tan. We masturbated for each other on FaceTime. After we orgasmed, he asked me about my week.
“The painting’s coming along nicely. Suki’s about halfway done.”
Of course, Oliver’s part in my week was a forbidden subject. All the other things I’d done for Oliver, I’d done for Tan. I figured if my blackmailer could do it, my husband should be able to do it as well, but today’s episode, I couldn’t imagine sharing with Tan. I was so disgusted and appalled by Oliver using me ass to mouth, letting Tan do it was out of the question.
“Tiffany came over today,” I said. “We had a good long talk. She’s a very good friend to me, Tan. I don’t deserve her any more than I deserve you.”
“Why don’t you think you deserve me?”
“Because you’re a good man.”
“And you’re not a good woman?” Tan asked.
That was a dangerous question. “Not as good as I want to be for you.”
“What more could you do for me, you’re not doing already?”
It was more a question of what couldn’t I be doing, than could, but okay.
“I feel I could be doing a better job as your wife. Nothing specific really.” Nothing I can say to you, Tan. “Just better. I think I could be a better friend to Tiffany, too. I know she’s got more money than we do, but she’ll pay for everything if I let her.” Like my detective agency. “How’s things going in Osaka?”
“Going well. I’m happy with my work here. Things are coming along.”
That was specific.
“When can you come home?” I asked. When can I get back to a single day of Oliver?
“That’s still indefinite,” Tan replied. Oh, shit.
“Would it be possible for you to come home for a week or two before the end of the project? I miss you.”
“I’ll check. I’ll let you know.”
“Please do, Tan. I love you and want you with me.”
“I love you too, Brenda. I’ll talk to you later.”
He hung up. I turned off my light and laid there, in the dark, staring at the ceiling for several hours until I finally fell asleep.
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Sunday was the first day I really had to myself for a couple weeks. Of course, Oliver had to spoil it for me first thing in the morning by sending me a movie of my humiliation yesterday. He followed it up with a short text.
You should watch it. You were such a good little slut yesterday. Mistress Toni has requested your services next Friday night. She’s having a little soiree and would appreciate your cunt licking talents to assist Slut. Arrive there by FIVE PM. You’ll spend the night at her house. You’ll address her and obey as you did at the Club. She’ll report on your compliance. Any failures on your part will result in punishment by me. When you’re released, you’ll come here. Don’t forget to cleanse yourself before coming.
He provided her address. I checked to see when I could leave my modeling responsibilities and still make it to Toni’s by 5. With Friday afternoon rush hour traffic, I would need to leave the estate by 3:30.
I texted back, Will I need to be masked? Will anyone know me?
I’ll let you know.
I wondered which day would be more demeaning; Friday, licking cunt, or Saturday, with Oliver. If I had to cleanse myself for Oliver, I suppose Saturday would be much worse.
I got a call from Jolene in the afternoon. She’d been working on the list today. I appreciated she was willing to work Sunday to help me.
“Hey, Brenda. I’m trying to decipher some of the relationship issues between the people on your list. There are some tenuous threads between Geoff and Oliver, but nothing driving a nail in anyone’s coffin. Some of the same threads exist between Oliver and Richard Wannabe.”
“I’m sorry, who’s Richard Wannabe?”
“JackAss’s boss and Shizuko’s patron. But they could be nothing more than rich guys doing business with one another. I can’t find anything about the club. Apparently a motto is insufficient information to find an address. You don’t know the address, do you?”
“I’m sorry. I was pretty wrapped up in my own thoughts as we went out there. Oliver had me naked in his car with nothing but a cloak on and I was concerned about what was going to happen. I didn’t know you’d still be looking into this, so I wasn’t paying a sufficient amount of attention.”
“Do you even know where it was in relation to Atlanta?”
“Southeast, about an hour to hour and a half from Oliver’s residence. We got on I-285 and I-675 but we left 675 before getting to I-75. It wasn’t in a development. Just stuck by itself in the middle of nowhere. No windows on the bottom floor, a brick wall around a standard sized lawn, but I got the feeling the property was bigger.”
“Out by Stockbridge, do you think?”
“More rural, I’d guess north of Stockbridge, maybe further East too.”
“Shit. I can’t search Google Earth for a place with a brick fence around it over 225 square miles.”
“I’m sorry I can’t help more.”
“Call me if you think of anything else.”
“Jolene, I might have a way to get the address without asking Oliver or going again.”
“What is it?”
“Mistress Toni has requested my services this Friday night. If we go on the assumption the other members of the club are unaware they’re being recorded and would be extremely pissed to find they are, do you think it’s possible she would be mad enough to tell me it’s location?”
“Shit, she might be. It could also be risky if she informed Oliver.”
“Then, I imagine I can’t simply blurt it out, but would need to approach the subject delicately.”
“Definitely.”
“Any suggestions?” I asked.
Jolene thought for a few minutes. I waited patiently for her to work it through.
“You could start by asking if there are recording devices at the Club and see what she says. If she says something to the effect of ’no fucking way’, you could ask her if they had considered recording devices and how she would feel about them. If she’s adamantly opposed to the idea, then you could reveal she’s been recorded and show her the recording. That’s where it gets tricky. We don’t want her blowing up at Oliver or discussing this with any other Club members, some of whom might be in cahoots with Oliver. It might be best at that point if I spoke to her about why we’re interested and why we want it to stop, and why no one else can know until we know who’s getting this information so we can end your blackmail. I’ll also need to reassure her we’re not after her or any other members of the Club who are engaged in consensual behavior.”
“It may be very late at night or early in the morning before she calls,” I said.
“Any time, day or night,” Jolene said. “If I need to come out there and speak to her in person, I will. She might also be able to tell us who holds the deed to the property.”
“I’d also like to approach JackAss about what he knows and if he’ll help me, even if he loses his job. I’m not sure what to say to him. It sounds as if you’ve worked with him before, so any suggestions on what I might say to him?”
“He’s helped us nail the members of a child porn ring and a sex slavery thing we needed his skill set for. He was pissed as hell at the perpetrators when he worked on those. It’s one of the reasons I trust him to help us. If you want to open a dialog with him, ask about me and the cases he’s helped us with. If he responds the way I expect him to, you can hint at your situation and see how he responds. If it’s the way you expect, ask for his help.”
“Thank you, Jolene. I will.”
We disconnected and I had more to think about. Maybe I wouldn’t delete Oliver’s last movie just yet.
