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"The Present"
   by Master Rhetoric


The table was set so elegantly. Silver and grandmother's china
glinted in the soft candlelight. Mary sat at the table with a
dreamy smile on her face. Her ten-year anniversary being married
to John was being commemorated by one of the loveliest evenings
she could remember. The couple had gone to the opera and seen
Othello and rushed back to the house for a late dinner. Mary was
feeling warm as the cognac she was sipping spread throughout her
body relaxing her entirely. She took small bites of the chocolate
mousse in front of her and beamed at her husband as he sat across
the table. Mary leaned forward and her firm large breasts brushed
the edge of the table. Her red hair was tied in back and braided
and the thick braid reached down to her waist. Her green eyes
flashed in the candlelight and she resisted the urge to throw off
her short black dress and pinch her nipples hard.

John sat back in his chair and spread his thick muscular legs
widely. He smiled back at Mary with a look that said, I know
exactly what you are thinking and I know even more than that. His
black hair was conservatively cut and he could have passed for a
young Gregory Peck. He pointed his dark brown, almost black, eyes
directly at Mary and spread his hands on his lean waist and said,
"Dear, I got you a present."

"Oh, John! You shouldn't have!" The two laughed till they cried
at this point. Saying "you shouldn't have" had been a running gag
dating from their days as boyfriend and girlfriend way back in
college. But then the laughter subsided and John said, "Oh, but I
did. Would you like to see it?"

"Yes, of course. Where is it?" Mary was anxious and nervous. Her
husband's surprises could be very mischievous. Mary still
remembered the time he hired a full camera crew to film them
having sex. John got up and clapped his hands three time. His
father was French and he retained a bit of the European
sensibility. Mary's gaze was centered on him and when she heard
the kitchen doors swing open her head whipped around in surprise.
Outlined by the harsh light of the kitchen Mary could see a
female form, her female qualities made all the more noticeable
due to the fact that she was completely nude. Mary smiled and
clapped her hands and raced around the table to hug and kiss her
husband. "Oh, John! She really is delightful. Is she for me? Oh,
John, have her come closer."

"She is most definitely for you, dear. Britta, come closer. Let
Mary see you." Britta walked to the table and as she stepped
closer Mary could see that she was perfection. Her straight straw
colored blond hair fell forward over her high breasts. Their
nipples point slightly upwards and looked very firm. She looked
strong and was in fact taller than both John and Mary Her broad
shoulders tapered to a thin waist which again led the eye to her
swelling hips and long model's legs. She looked like a Swedish
goddess on holiday.

Her expression was blank, though and she seemed like a toy to
Mary who, as a girl, tended to be very hard on her toys. "John,
she looks just adorable. Let's take her into the bedroom!" John
stood up and placed his napkin on the table. "Absolutely dear.
Lead the way." The two lovers led Brita to the master bedroom and
pinched and tickled each other as they went. Still she was silent
as she followed and in the back of Mary's mind Brita's silence
intrigued her. She wondered as she got hotter by the second what
it was that she did not yet know about her not so little present.

They arrived in the bedroom and it looked just it always had. A
big bed in the center of the room covered in a white fluffy
bedspread. Mary leaped into John's arms and he held her small
body as she kissed him all over his face. He smiled and kissed
her back and whispered in her ear, "Maybe you should play with
your new toy, dear. I will sit here and watch." It was then that
Mary knew what his present was, or so she thought. He sat down on
the side of the bed and Mary grinned at him and pounced on the
tall blond silent girl. She pushed her body against Britta's and
began kissing her neck and breasts. Mary's back was to John and
she couldn't see the look of evil satisfaction covering his face
like a settling fog. Mary's kisses spread down to Britta's
breasts and she began suckling her perfect pink nipples. Still
Britta stood immobile and silent.

Mary was getting very worked up, however. She was squeezing her
legs together and scratching Britta's back as she bit and sucked
her breasts. Mary was devouring her and could feel the come juice
rise and drip down her thighs. All the while, unbeknownst to
Mary, Britta's gaze was locked on that of John's. Mary was
oblivious to everything as she dug her fingers roughly into
Britta's vagina. She reached into it like a purse thief and with
drew her hand to lick up the juices and spread them over Britta's
breasts. And then it happened and everything in the room changed
at once.

An imperceptible nod from his John's aristocratic head breathed
life into Britta. Her face suddenly lit up revealing two rows of
impossibly white teeth. She laughed and grabbed Mary's arms and
pinned them behind her back. Mary screamed but Britta was ready
for that, too. She bent her head forward and sucked Mary's
outstretched tongue into he mouth and bit it hard over and over
again. Mary screamed and struggled, but the strength of the
bigger girl was too much to overcome. Helpless, Mary moaned into
Britta's mouth. She rubbed her cunt against Britta's leg and
wished her dress was off and crumpled on the floor.

Britta looked down at the struggling red head in her arms and
laughed at her. "You go on struggling girl. You won't get
anywhere. Your husband paid me lots of money to do anything I
want to you. You better be in good shape because Auntie Britta's
going to wring you out." With that she threw Mary onto the bed
and leaped on her before she could escape. Laughing, Britta tore
Mary's dress from her and threw it on the ground. Mary was
wearing a sexy black half-cup bra and a matching thong panty.
"Look at the little slut and her sexy underwear." Britta's voice
was slightly accented and the sing-song Swedish lilt increased
the air of mockery her voice possessed.

Mary struggled as Britta held her wrists over her head and sat on
her hips. "John, help! She's crazy! Oh god, don't let her hurt
me!"

"I'm sorry dear, but there's not a lot I can do. I did already
pay her, you know and it isn't as if the money is refundable.
Best get through this as best you can, dear. I am sure she won't
do permanent damage. Not much anyway." John began undressing and
fastidiously laying his clothes on his valet next to the bed.
Britta sneered at Mary and slapped her face and again and again.
Mary was close to tears and her cheeks were flushed. She had
stopped struggling and only whimpered as Britta got off of her
and threw her face down on the bed.

Britta sat on Mary's short left leg and slipped a chain around
it. The metal was cold and the hard steel of the chain dug into
Mary's flesh and caused her to scream out when Britta yanked it.
Then Mary's other ankle was chained and she found she couldn't
really move around too much. "Try to move around you little
bitch. Your husband ran the chains under the bed. You are trapped
here and I am going to use you like the bitch you are. Britta
then lifted Mary by her thick braid and she was forced back into
a kneel. The chain was keeping her legs impossibly wide as she
was pulled back forcibly into a pose of complete supplication.

Britta cuffed Mary's wrists. One cuff on each wrist clamped down
and Mary whimpered as she felt the cool air on her swelling clit.
She saw her husband sitting on the edge of the bed idly stroking
his cock and moaned. Brita shoved Mary forward and chained her
wrists to the other chain running under the bed. "Look at the
nasty bitch. She's dogging up just like she wants a good fucking.
Do you want a good fucking doggy? Well I'm going to give you one,
but I'm not sure it's one you'll like." Britta went into the
walk-in closet and when she returned she sat on the bed so that
her crotch was right under Mary's face. Mary looked down to see a
very large black dildo pointing up from Britta's black rubber
panties.

"Oooh nooo! Please god don't my cunt could never take it."

Britta smiled. "Who says it's going in your cunt, slut?"

A beat. Then another and then Mary began crying and screaming for
her husband to rescue her. Slap! Britta's hand hit the side of
Mary's face, stopping her screams if not her sobs. "Now listen
slut. This is a big old cock I have here. You can make things a
bit easier on yourself by lubricating it up. Suck it or don't
suck it. Either way I am going to shove it in your ass in about
five minutes." Mary shivered and glanced over at John.

"Better listen to her dear and do what she says. It looks like
she means business." Mary then turned to look at the enormous
rubber cock in front of her and plunged her face down onto it.
Her big thick red braid whipped about as she tried to coat every
bit of it with as much of her saliva as she could. She sucked
Britta's strap-on deep into the back of throat and made sure to
drool onto the base. Then she lifted off of it and licked the top
of it spreading her spit all over the cock in thick coatings of
gooey dribble. Britta clapped her hands like a five year old that
has just received a new tricycle.

"Oh, very good little slut. Keep licking because very soon I am
going to pound your ass till you scream. Your hubby is going to
get quite the show." This spurred Mary on and she bobbed her head
over the thick cock taking it as deeply as she could on each
stroke. She was possessed as her cheeks sucked in and her wild
tongue flailed around it as if it were alive and she was trying
her best to please it. As she licked she felt her pussy begin to
twitch and clutch as if it were hungry and needy. She moaned a
bit as she began to enjoy the cock in her mouth. As she worked
her head up and down it she imagined it in her cunt and she
wiggled her ass in the air as her lips pressed over the invader
in her mouth.

Britta grabbed Mary's braid and pulled her head off of the cock
by yanking the braid hard. Mary's head jerked back and she
screamed. Then Britta took some rope and tied a strong knot
around the braid. "This is going to keep you from moving around
too much, slut." Britta put a cold heavy chain around Mary's
waist and locked it there with a padlock. Then she tied the other
end of the rope to the chain forcing Mary's head up so that her
head was locked in position staring straight ahead.

"Mary, it looks like that kind of hurts. I hope your little
present isn't proving too much for you." John was fisting his
cock and chuckling at his wife's predicament. His meaty cock was
actually big enough for two fists and Britta looked at it
longingly before Mary's moans brought her out of her reverie.
Mary moaned and struggled. She pleaded for her husband's
intercession but as soon as she felt the crotch of her panties
moved aside and the cold slippery rubber head of the cock on her
anus she stopped pleading because she knew it was too late. She
got very quiet and waited for what seemed like hours and days and
then without warning the giant phallus was forcing itself into
her. She tried to keep it out. John got up and stepped closer to
Mary's ass to see Britta's progress.

"Mary that cock is really having a hard time getting into your
ass. Are you sure you aren't trying to force it out? You know you
can't keep that cute little sphincter squeezed closed forever."

"Ung ung! Mary grunted as her head was stretched back by her hair
braid. She looked like an erotic statue.

John moved over to Mary's face and kissed her sweetly on the
cheek. Then he stretched out beside her and began cooing to her
as if they were alone and cuddling together softly in the
darkness. "Sweetheart, I so hope you are enjoying our anniversary
as much as I am. Are you?"

"Ung ung ung. Gyeeah!"

"Oh dear, Britta. I think she's lost the ability to talk. You
really have turned her into a grunting bitch. There is going to
be a big tip in this for you."

Britta leered and with one massive thrust of her hips slammed the
swollen head of the dildo straight past Mary's sphincter. A howl
could be heard all over the house. It came from Mary's gaping,
drooling mouth. Mary kept right on howling as the thick wet cock
slid deep into her. Britta poured lube all over her ass so that
the deeper the cock went the easier it slid inside. The lube also
prevented Mary from having any say whatsoever as regards how much
cock was going in and out of her or how fast and hard she was
being fucked. She had become a hole and was fast getting to the
point where that was all she cared to be.

As the cock in her ass thrust in and out her, Mary's cunt was
pulsing as if it were filled with a nice chunky dildo of its own.
Her inarticulate cries had turned from protests to pleadings.
John kissed her quivering mouth and crooned to her, "What's
wrong, honey? Do you need something? Britta seems a bit angry for
some reason so I don't know if it is safe to ask her for
anything, but if you tell me I might be able to help you." John
leaned his ear closer to Mary's mouth and she breathed words into
it. Britta had grabbed Mary's hips and was pulling her tight
shapely ass back hard on the latex dick inside her. She was
pinching her own nipples and pounding fiercely at Mary's asshole.

"The bitch probably wants her clit rubbed. Too bad she's all tied
up or she'd be able to rub it herself. Is that what you want,
bitch?"

"Ung ung yesss! Pleeease! Oh God! You're killing meee!" The cock
slammed in her ass deeply and Mary felt her asshole grip it hard.
John got up and changed positions so that his head was under her
crack. He could look up and see he dildo stretching her ass and
he could see what it was doing to her cunt.

"Look at that. Every time your cock goes out of Mary's asshole
and plunges back into her it stretches her pussy lips a bit and
they're rubbing her clit. Mary, this has got to be horrible
torture for you." John's voice was syrupy with ironic mocking as
he moved his erect cock under Mary's nose. Her head was unable to
move down as it was held in check by the rope on her hair braid.
She wanted to bend down in the worst way and suck it until the
pent up semen inside sprayed all over her mouth. She wanted to
gulp down the come, or better yet to have it spray all over her
face. Instead she was forced to watch John's hand glide up and
down the shaft made slippery by his pre-come. Her face was just
out of reach of it and no matter how far out she stuck her tongue
she couldn't reach it.

"Britta do you think you could touch my wife's clit? She is in a
serious state of need."

"Oh yes," the Amazonian blond said as she kissed her own breasts
and pumped her hips into the quivering woman in front of her. "I
can touch her clit in a way she will not soon forget. Give me
that clothes pin." Mary's heart jumped into her throat and she
struggled to get loose as John handed Britta a wooden clothespin.
Britta had fun flicking it open so Mary could hear the clack,
clack clack, of it as it snapped closed. Mary tried to move her
head around to see the source of the sound but her hair stretched
back behind her prevented her from taking any other pose but
looking straight ahead like a well trained dog. And like a dog
she whimpered. Her mouth hung open because her head was pulled
back so far she couldn't keep it closed and also because the
pounding on her asshole made her utter a continuous series of
grunts and whines. "I'm so sorry, honey. It looks like you are
going to get a big pin on your clit." John smiled as his voice
mocked Mary's pain.

Britta reached under Mary and pulled her cunt lips up to expose
one very swollen and throbbing clitoris. Then she poised the open
clothespin over it and clamped it down hard. Mary shrieked and
bucked up and down trying to dislodge the pin on hr clit. It was
squeezing her tender flesh in a very cruel way and John could see
that it was making Mary's cunt pump. Cream was dripping down her
thighs and her cunt lips were red. John could see Mary's cunt
hole open and close as the pin held onto her clit with a vicious
grip.

Then Britta took a vibrator in hand. "Do you want a vibe on your
clit, slut? That's what you were begging for just now. I will be
merciful and give you some of it now. Do try to scream a lot as
it makes me so very horny," Britta giggled as tears began
streaming down Mary's face. She turned on the vibrator and its
mechanical buzzing made Mary jump again. As soon as the vibe
touched the clothes pin Mary stretched her head back as far as it
would go causing her hair braid to go slack. She began openly
sobbing as the clothespin, excited by the vibrator, began chewing
on her clit like a pit bull.

John moved back towards Mary's crying face and began licking up
her tears as one by one they rolled down her face. "Mmmm,
delicious. I have been looking forward to drinking your tears for
a long time, my dear. We really must do this more often. Stop
fighting it now, and let me have more. Think of how horribly that
clothespin is pressing down on your poor defenseless clitoris.
That vibe must be agitating it a great deal." Indeed Britta had
pressed the vibe hard onto the clothespin and every vibration was
passing through it to the clothespin that was pulling and yanking
Mary's clit at hundreds of cycles per minute.

Then Britta simply removed the pin and pressed the vibe directly
onto Mary's tortured clit. Mary screamed louder and louder.
"Iiiyyyaahhh! Iiiiiiiyyyyyaaaahhhh! Ooo Goood! You bitch! I'll
kill you for this! After I get loose I'll kill you!!!" She
writhed and moaned as the pain became more and more intense as
the blood flowed back into her clit. John looked at Mary with a
sad resigned look in his eyes.

"Shouldn't have said that, dear. I think she is really going to
hurt you now. I would try to please her if I were you. She looks
like she means business."

"Oh, John. Why are you doing this to me? Don't you love me?"

"Love you? I adore you, dear. That's why I like to hurt you. Oh
look, Britta has my belt in her hand."

Slap! The leather belt came down hard on Mary's ass. Slap! Red
marks began to appear. Slap! Mary began screaming. Slap after
slap landed on Mary's ass and back leaving horrible red welts.
Britta kept fucking her ass and whipping her as Mary wailed and
cried. Britta wielded the belt like circus trainer and made Mary
her little animal. "Take this whip, bitch. Take it and learn to
behave or I will shove my fist up your asshole." Britta vibed
Mary's clit and whipped her ass and fucked her well greased
asshole until Mary's drool was mixing with her tears. Britta
laughed and danced behind Mary like a girl alone at a club
ignoring those she was trying to seduce.

Mary's clit began to stop hurting and start feeling good. She
tried to grind her hips into it, but couldn't move enough to get
sufficient stimulation to orgasm. It was a nagging thing having
that buzzing piece of plastic lightly brushing her clit as
Britta's tanned blonde body was pounding into her over and over
again. Mary stopped crying and began whimpering and moaning. She
lost herself and began sounding like a helpless little girl.

"Ooooh, umm I umm oh good I ohhh!"

Britta prompted, "Mommy," and slapped her with the belt.

"Yeahhhh! Mo, mo, mo, mom"

She hit her harder, cracking the leather diagonally across Mary's
back. "Mommy, bitch. Call me 'Mommy!'"

"Mommmyyy! Oh god, Mommy! Please make me come! Oh, Mommy!

Britta pressed the vibe harder to Mary's clit and fucked her as
deeply as she could. "Little girl, are you going to be a good
little cocksucker from now on?

"Oh, yes, Mommy! I will. I will. I will. Oooohmmm! Yesss!"

"Are you Mommy's little bitch? Hmmm?" She whipped her and drew
all the way out before slamming the dildo home.

"Oooh goood, yesss! I'm your little bitch, Mommy! I'm your cock
hungry, cock sucking, little freaky bitch!" Mary strained at her
hair, which was keeping her face staring straight ahead at the
headboard grunting and squealing.

John was waving his engorged cock less than an inch from Mary's
tongue. The tip of it was millimeters from the slippery head. She
tried to reach it to taste the delicious precum but he always
kept it just out of her reach. Britta laughed at her effort and
smacked her harder with the belt twenty times in a row on her ass
and back. Each strike caused Mary to clench down harder on the
cock in her ass. She moaned with every hit and felt only the
pleasure she was distilling from the pain.

"Do you love your Mommy, Bitch?"

Mary moaned but did not speak as she was still trying to get at
the cock in front of her with the single minded effort of a
hungry animal. Britta bent forward and clamped two clover clamps
on Mary's nipples. She hung lead weights on the chain that linked
them both and pulled on the chain listening to Mary's howls.

"I asked you a question, bitch. Do you love your Mommy?"

The words poured out of her like honey. "Mommyyy! Ooooh. I love
you Mommy! I love you, oh god, I love you so muuuch!!"

She began crying again with love for the evil Scandinavian
fucking her ass and with longing need for her own orgasm. Just
when she felt that she truly would go insane Britta took another
bigger thicker strap-on and strapped it to herself just under the
cock she was burying in Mary's ass. "Since you have been such a
good little bitch tonight, Mommy is going to give you a treat.
Now open wide you cunt and take it all in." Britta slammed both
cocks deep into Mary and the sensation stole her voice. This was
convenient because as her back arched and her mouth opened John
slammed is cock deep into it to the roots.

The fleshy gag in her mouth rammed deep to the back of her throat
and after a second or two of gagging Mary began opening and
closing her throat over the head making a nipping cunt out of it.
Britta was jamming her cocks into Mary and had given up whipping
her in favor of full on fucking her. John watched in awe as the
blonde's lean muscular body moved athletically as she pistoned in
and out of his little wife's asshole and cunt. Mary was screaming
at this point, but John's thick cock shoved in her mouth muffled
all of her screams. He was fucking her face just as Britta was
fucking her other holes and John smiled at Britta and laughed as
she leaned forward for a kiss. The two embraced and kissed each
other deeply before settling back on their haunches to resume
fucking poor little Mary.

"You better come, bitch, or I'm going to tie you upside down to
your god damned Soloflex machine and leave you there while I fuck
your husband all night long." Mary wailed onto John's cock and
tried to rotate her hips along the plunging cocks as she licked
and sucked the cock in her mouth. She felt completely filled and
used as if the region between her three holes was dead space and
a receptacle for cocks was all she was. She felt her orgasm
mounting and began whining. Her whines turned into a scream as
Britta pounded her harder and harder. Britta had turned on the
vibrators on both cocks and they were buzzing and rotating inside
Mary as she went slowly insane with their fucking.

"Mommy is going to pound the hell out of you now little girl, but
I think you need some help. John, get under your pretty little
wife and lick her clit. If you do a good job I may let you lick
my asshole clean of my sweat when we are done." John was shocked.
A woman had never talked to him like this before and he found it
strangely erotic. He could not help but obey. He crawled under
Mary and looked up to see the two lubed up Britta powered cocks
effortlessly sliding in and out of his wife. He reached his
tongue out to flick her clit and she moaned. He did it again and
her screams and moans increased so that it was obvious she was on
the edge.

"Are you going to come little girl?" Britta asked in a mocking
tone.

"Yeeeees, Mommy! Oh god, yes!"

"Then suck your husband's cock so he comes too." And Britta
pulled the rope holding Mary's braid to the chain around her
waist and the slipknot came loose. Mary immediately slammed her
head down and covered her husband's cock with her mouth and
fucked him as if the hole in her face was a cunt. Britta began
slapping Mary again with the belt as she fucked her even though
it was plain to her that the red head couldn't feel anything
except her violent rape and the cock in her mouth. John began
moaning and sucked on his wife's clitoris until she shrieked and
came. She tried to force her cunt and asshole back on her
tormentors as hard as she could and every time she moved back the
cock in her mouth slid out of her. Then she was forced forward
and the cock slid back down deep into her throat. She was
helpless and coming and she was being tossed back and forth on
the cocks like a badminton shuttle.

Her orgasm peaked and she tossed her braid all around her. Her
nipples were huge and very stiff. They ached with the cruelty of
the clamps. Mary was rabid and was drooling uncontrollably all
over the thick salty cock of her husband. She arched her back and
screamed as she felt the climax hit and then as it subsided she
sagged. Britta hit her hard on the ass.

"Don't you stop now, bitch. I am not done working on your ass.
Now get up and fuck and suck, you little whore."

"Y...y...yes, Mommy"

Mary got up and once again impaled herself on Britta's cock and
sucked her husband hard. At first it felt painful, as if a dull
ache were inside her and the pounding cocks in her holes were
hitting that pain over and over again. But then that dull pain
metamorphosed into the kernel of such sexual ecstasy as she had
never known. It was a wave front building up inside her. Mary
started fucking in earnest now grunting and screaming on her
husband's cock. Tears were once again streaming down her face as
her feelings of being a slave and a slut and a whore and a little
girl mixed and roiled deep within her. Slam! She rammed back onto
the cocks in her asshole and cunt. Slam! The cock head at her
lips thrust to the back of her throat in one smooth motion. As
the orgasm peaked she felt John's cock stiffen even more to an
unreal hardness and thickness. Mary's lips were stretched as the
veins on it popped out and it completely filled with blood.

She reveled in the feeling of John's sucking lips teasing her
clit out and the tongue that was flicking it back and forth.
John's tongue was moving in time to the fucking she was getting,
and as Mary fucked and fucked she felt John's oral assistance
pushing her right over the edge. She pounded the cocks into her
slamming her ass onto Britta's hip bones. She screamed and sucked
the giant pumping cock whipping her tongue around it until it
spurted huge jets of salty come into her mouth hitting the back
of her throat. Mary moaned as she gulped the come down not
letting a drop of it escape her. Her orgasm was hitting her
relentlessly and her pumping pulsing cunt was squirting thick
cream all over her and Britta.

Mary sucked on John's cock until it gave its last drop of come
and then she laid her head on his crotch to lick at his limp cock
and has balls as she moaned and grunted at her diminishing
orgasm. The slick cocks in her were milking her of the vibrations
deep within her. She gave one last shudder and collapsed on top
of her husband. Britta pulled out of her and quietly left the
room. She smiled at the couple as she left to go get dressed.
After pulling on a black skin-tight body suit, washing and
gathering her toys into her shoulder bag she returned to the
bedroom and bent down to kiss the sleeping couple. Her long
blonde hair brushed them as she pressed her lips to Mary's back
and John's cheek. "Happy anniversary, you two," she said and then
she turned to leave, humming to herself as she stepped into the
night.


                         -- The End --


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