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Unintended Consequences (Chapters 12-14) (Blackmail, MF, FF,
Anal, Fdom,
bd)
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Unintended Consequences (Chapters 12-14)
This is my first story posted to ASSM.
It is the fifth installment of the series.
This is a mixture of truth and fiction at the beginning and
becomes more fictional as the story unfolds.
I appreciate the comments I have gotten so far. As this is my
first attempt at writing all sincere comments are welcome.
Unintended Consequences
(Introduction - Chapter 2) 4/8/03
(Chapters 3-4) 4/9/03
(Chapters 5-6) 4/11/03
(Chapter 7-11) 5/29/03
Chapters 7-11 (Blackmail, MF, FF, anal, fdom, bd)
Chapter 12
Lisa and Kathy had pretty much disappeared from the scene. Kathy
especially had not been heard from in several weeks.
Unfortunately for her, we would hear from her again. But not
yet. Lisa was obviously instrumental in mine and Jane's
entrapment; but she had given way to Brittany almost entirely.
That trend continued through out this ordeal. Yet, from time to
time she would make her appearances. I grew to hate those
events. I still don't know if it was just coincidence or planned
by Lisa or by Brittany, but every time Lisa showed up Jane and I
suffered. Her visit during our first week of captivity was just
such an event.
Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday went normally enough. At
various times Jane or I were called on to pleasure our mistress.
Jane was kept in her belt except for some times to stay hygienic.
I was never allowed out of my cage. By Friday, blue balls would
not begin to describe the condition my genitals were in. I
needed to come badly, but could not have stroked my dick enough
to do it, even if I had been brave enough to disobey Brittany.
Every erection was excruciating. Brittany enjoyed every one. She
had me eat her out just so I'd get hard. On Thursday, she even
let me suck of Jane's tits until I was hard again. That was
worth the pain. It was the first hint of intimacy we had all
week long.
On Friday, Brittany was out of school. Jane and I were both off
of work. The three of us spent the day at home together. Make
that the four of us. Lisa was also home from work. Her husband
was not. She arrived around 10:30 AM. Brittany escorted herin.
"Well, Slut and Pussy, we have a visitor. Mistress Lisa has come
by to play some. Be good little pets and say hello to her."
"Hello," we replied together.
"Oh! Demerit time. You get one demerit a piece. That should have
been hello....."
"Mistress Lisa," we replied on cue this time.
Lisa came over to us. She was beaming with pride over what she
had helped create.
"Mmmmmm, Slut. That's a good name for you," she said as she
grabbed Jane and kissed her hard with a probing tongue entering
her mouth. She broke off the French kiss and tossed Jane aside
with a painful twist and yank of her nipples.
"And Pussy, a good choice also. I understand Brittany's has your
balls in a vice in a manner of speaking," she joked as she grab a
hold of my cage and pulled me to her.
"You keep them locked up all the time?" she asked Brittany.
"For the most part, yes. I still think they'd fuck each other if
I left them free. And I know Pussy would have jacked-off by now.
I did let him out to fuck me a few days ago. But I stopped him
short of cuming. Wouldn't want him getting lazy on me. You're
welcome to let them out, of course. Just don't let him come. I
have plans for that sperm." With that Brittany tossed Lisa the
keys.
"I'll have the bitch first, I think. On your feet, Slut." Again
they kissed. Lisa ran her hands down Jane's back and cupped her
full ass. She whispered in her ear, "I've always thought you had
a great body. Such a nice round ass and tits I'd kill for.
There's just one thing I'd like to change." She pushed Jane way
and knelt down in front of her. She unlocked her belt. With the
belt gone Lisa grabbed her by the pubic hair and pulled it. She
cried out in pain.
"And that's it. You've got way too much hair. Its time to show
off your pussy. Now that so many people can have you on demand
you need to do a better job promoting the goods. Now go gather
up a razor and shaving cream and whatever. Then come rightback."
Jane left the room on her errand. Lisa stripped herself and
moved to the chair in the far corner of the living room, my old
chair. She called me to her. Her fingers were spreading her
pussy lips and left no doubt what she wanted. I dutifully knelt
before her and ate her pussy.
When Jane returned she was told to lie in the middle of the room.
I was given the job of preparing her to be shaved. First, I
lifted her hips and underneath her ass spread a towel she had
brought back. I then took a cloth and dipped it in a bowl of
warm water. I moistened the coarse hair and skin above her slit.
Moving slowly, I worked the wash cloth down between her legs.
Applying some pressure, I could feel the folds of her vagina. I
dipped the cloth again and moved farther down the length of her
pussy. I stopped at her asshole and reluctantly removed my hand.
Next came the shaving cream. I sprayed a glob of the white
cream into my right hand. With my left I collected a small
amount and applied the cream to the moistened areas. I rubbed my
slick hand across her lower abdomen working the cream into every
strand of hair. Getting another lump, my fingers slid down the
outer rim of her pussy. My dick again strained against its
confinement as I felt the slickness of the cream in my hand
mingle with the moisture leaking for my wife's slit. I wanted so
much to take her in my arms and claim her again as my own. But
Lisa would have none of it. Seeing that the preparations were
complete I was roughly pulled away from Jane's pussy. That was
the last time I would touch those lips for a long time.
Lisa took the job of shaving for herself. She started back
toward Jane's anus and worked her way forward. She forced Slut's
leg in the air and made her pull her cheeks apart to get full
access. The cream was melting and spreading thoroughly in Slut's
crack. Lisa finished shaving what hair there was, but couldn't
resist the sight of the exposed ass.
"Pussy, have you ever fucked Slut in the ass?"
"Just once, mistress. And then only a couple of inches deep.
Slut does not like things in her ass much."
"Well, that just won't do at all for a true slut. Pull her legs
up toward her head and hold them there."
I moved over and grabbed Slut by the ankles and pulled as my
mistress told me. Slut was now on her back, bent at the waist
with her ankles pulled up and over by her shoulders. Her ass was
high in the air. She still held her cheeks as far apart as they
would spread.
Lisa turned the handle of the razor in her hand toward Slut. She
spread the mixture of cream and Slut's juices all over the
handle. With a gentle pressure the handle was pressed into
Slut's nearly virgin ass. Lisa carefully slid the handle in and
out several times, but grew frustrated.
"This won't do at all. I need something to fuck her with."
"Mistress," I spoke up, "she has a vibrator hidden under the end
table beside Mistress Brittany's bed."
"Very good, go get it." I was back in just a moment. Slut's
vibrator was about the size of an average dick. The first few
inches were metal and then it tapered down some to a plastic
base. With the vibrator still off, Mistress Lisa removed the
small razor handle and pressed the dry head of the vibrator
against Slut's rectum. She let out a small moan as the gold tip
of her sex toy pressed past her hole. Her mistress paid her no
attention. Lisa pressed the vibrator deep into Slut. Soon the
entire length of the shaft was firmly embedded in Slut's bowels.
Its tapered shape held the vibrator in place. Slut squirmed hard
against my grip. She had never been filled like this before.
When Mistress Lisa saw that Slut was beginning to relax, she
turned the toy on high. Slut's moans drowned out any hum her
intruder's motor made.
With her ass now full, I was dismissed. Slut once again lay full
on her back. Lisa freshened the cream on Slut's pubic hair.
Slut could barely keep her hips still as the toy kept stimulating
her body. Lisa shaved skillfully around the upper portion of
Slut's pussy and then made short work of the hair above her
pussy.
"Go wash up," Slut was told, "and make sure you hold that cock in
your ass."
Slut returned from her cleaning. She kept her ass clinched as
she walked in, but held one hand on the base of the vibrator to
keep it from sliding up into her and disappearing. Her hairless
crouch was a new sight for me. I liked it. It made her look
younger and more innocent.
"Now you look like a good slut. Just lay back down and fuck your
ass for a while. I'm going to play with Pussy for a bit."
Mistress Lisa released my dick from its cage. "Fuck me from
behind. But you may not cum."
Lisa got on all fours over Slut. Her mouth hung directly over
Slut's titties. I knew I was in trouble. There was no way I was
going to last through this fuck without cuming. A week and a
half of constant stimulation with no release had my dick ready to
explode. But fingering Slut earlier, watching her fuck her own
ass now, feeling my Mistress' cunt slide down my length, watching
her ass shake with each impaling thrust, and hearing the smack of
her cheeks against my body - well, it all added up to just too
much.
I struggled from the moment I felt my swollen head press into her
sex. I held on for a few thrusts. But then Mistress leaned down
and began to suck on Slut's tits. This final scene was the last
straw. I pulled out as quickly as I could. I pinched down on
the shaft of my cock, trying to hold back the flood. All that
did was to make the first squirt that much larger. Lisa felt me
withdraw and lifted and turned her head toward me. Her face was
now in a perfect position to be soaked in cum.
Semen shot from my dick and landing hard against my mistress'
left cheek. I kept cuming and left an unbroken trail of my seed
down her shoulders and back and ass. The room fell silent for a
moment. I had almost forgotten that Brittany was still there.
But her enraged gate as she crossed the room brought her back to
my attention. Her hand struck squarely across my cheekbone. I
fell over to the floor
"You stupid pussy!! I told you not to cum. Mistress Lisa told
you not cum. But you disobeyed both of us. What do you think I
should do to you? You've got to pay for this insolence. The
first thing you're going to do is beg Mistress Lisa to forgive
you. . . . NOW!"
"Mistress, I am so sorry. Please forgive me. You let me touch
your beautiful body and I messed up. I don't deserve to be able
to give you pleasure. What can I do to fix it, Mistress? Please,
I beg you to forgive me."
Lisa paused for a moment, "You can start by cleaning your mess
off of me." I reached for a towel.
"No, no. No towels. Just use your tongue."
After I came she had laid down flat on top of slut. My cum had
begun to spread across the small of her back and cover the skin
between her shoulder blades. I started licking just above the
top of her ass. I had never tasted semen before that day. It
tasted just like I imagined. It was thick on my tongue. The
salty flavor clung to my throat as I made my way up Lisa's
glistening back. The feeling was one of utter humiliation.
Being ordered to eat my own cum off of my Mistress coupled with
the anxiety of the unknown punishment - a punishment that would
ultimately hurt my wife and that would be coming because of a
lack of self-control on my part - was a degradation I had never
felt before. I feared the taste of my cum would be a faint
memory long before the effects of my failures stopped assaulting
my precious bride. I had failed her again.
I continued to ponder my situation as I licked the final drops of
cum from Lisa's shoulders. Her face was still covered in my
failure. With her head resting on Slut's chest, I sucked the cum
from her cheek. I licked lightly across her lips removing the
final drops from her face. Slut's right breast rose just next to
these lips and my tongue. I could see clearly her nipple rise
gracefully from it base. My mind reflected on how that nipple
had so captivated my attention some 15 years ago and how I
possessed them the first time without hesitation or fear of
rejection. But now, I was just inches from the same treasure,
but dared not to move toward it. My lack of control was already
going to cost her dearly, I feared, I was not going to chance
harming her more by acting on impulse. I knew that for the
moment, Brittany had won.
Chapter 13
Brittany did not allow my moment of reflection to linger. I felt
the hair on the back of my head being pulled and rose to my knees
immediately. Lisa rolled off to Slut's side.
"Slut, on your knees beside Pussy," Brittany barked. She rose,
crawled to my side and sat on her knees as commanded.
Brittany began, "Pussy, what you have done is without excuse.
You are only fit to be my servant when you can present me with a
hard dick when I want one. Can you give me no hard dick now?"
I looked down at my now relieved and limp penis, "No, Mistress I
can not."
"Well then, here's what's going to happen. I want to see `my'
dick hard. And since you can't give it to me, I'm going to start
charging you demerits. You get one demerit a minute until you
are fully erect again. Your time starts now."
Her punishment was ingenious. It played on the feeling of
failure that had been running through me since the orgasm. I
felt as if I had failed Slut by getting too aroused, and now the
charges against her would mount until my arousal returned. I
don't know if Brittany intended the punishment to have that
effect on me, but from my perspective it did not matter.
My mind raced over the totals quickly. I had one demerit when
the day began. Brittany had assigned another when I failed to
greet Lisa properly. Slut's punishment began at 25 demerits.
That gave me 22 minutes to stand tall again. At 18 years of age,
there would have been no challenge. My wife would have been in
the clear. But now, passed 30, I wasn't so sure. Any man that
tells you he can get hard as quickly and as often at 32 years of
age as he did when a teenager is simply a liar. I knew that. I
hoped it had helped that I had had only one orgasm compared to a
week's stimulation. I hoped at least.
I began stroking at 11:27 AM. My hand pumped furiously on my
spent penis. For the first several minutes, there was no
response. My wife sat quietly beside me. I could hear faintly
the hum of the vibrator still buried deep in her ass. Lisa,
still naked, sat next to Brittany on the couch across the room.
She had not cum during our brief intercourse that led to this.
Perhaps it was that need which caused her to stroke her pussy
mindlessly. Nothing, however, in the room helped. My dick
remained soft in my palm.
The clock read 11:37. My wife now had a total of 12 demerits
against her. 11:49 was my mark. I had to do whatever it took to
be erect in 12 minutes or less. My arms tired quickly. I had
switch off hands often. A feeling of desperation was taking
hold. My cock was dead. A less than 30-minute turn around was
too much to ask, I feared. I began to believe that I would fail
her again.
The red lights of the digital clock showed I had but four minutes
left. It was 11:45. My arms were weary from their unexpected
workout. The skin on my shaft was red and puffy from such a
brutal attack. Yet, as the final light of hope faded, I felt the
first twitching - the first signs of life.
Another minute passed and then another. My dick was stiffening,
but it was not enough. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on
Slut. My dick had always responded to her. As the seconds
ticked on toward her fate, I tried to remember the first sight of
her body, the first feel of her lips on mine, the first taste of
her pussy. It was those thoughts, the memories of that beautiful
creature that had given herself to me, not thoughts of some other
woman or some fantasy that brought my dick to a full arousal. I
was now fully erect. Lost in my daydream, I was no longer sure
of the time. Cautiously, I opened my eyes - 11:49 AM. I had
done it. Exactly 22 minutes and I was hard. If my math were
correct, my greatest treasure would be spared another day.
Brittany rose from the couch. "Well, that's better. I like to
see my slave with a hard dick in his hand. Let's see, 22
minutes. That's 22 demerits charged against you. I think its
time we add everything up."
Brittany went to the wall on which the pictures and the charts
hung. "Well, Slut had four demerits before the day began. She
got one more for not addressing Lisa as mistress. So she has a
total of five. Pussy, well, you've got several more. You
started with just one today. You got one also for not saying
`mistress.' That's two. And just now 22 demerits for your major
mess up earlier. That's 24 so far..."
I relaxed for a moment inside. Slut had escaped. I had not
failed her.
" . . .but there is another matter," Brittany continued, "I
noticed earlier that when Mistress Lisa was fucking Slut's ass
with the razor you spoke up and told her where the vibrator was.
That's was so helpful of you . . ."
Again, my glimmer of hope was there. Maybe she would take a
demerit away.
"It was helpful, but it was also an act of disobedience. I told
you on our first day together that you were not to speak and
unless spoken to. Mistress Lisa did not direct her request
specifically to you. So, I'm sorry to say, but I'm going to have
to give you one more demerit. That makes 25."
In an instant, my heart sank again. There was no hope in this
room. I could not see how there would ever be any. I had failed
my wife again. I knew that she would soon be the complete
possession of another man. And I would choose the man who would
own the woman that once was my bride.
Chapter 14
I stared at the four pictures that hung on the wall. I had
helped hang them just about a week ago. Now I would choose one
to be the first man besides me to reap the treasures of my wife's
body. Brittany and Lisa and dismissed themselves to eat some
lunch. Before she left, she told me about the four men.
The first picture was of Tony. Like all the men, he was single.
He was a lawyer working mainly civil cases for the firm at which
Brittany worked part-time. Although I could not tell from the
picture, Brittany said he was 27 years old. He had jet-black
hair, olive skin, and dark eyes. I never got a last name, but he
seemed of Eastern European descent. He stood about 6 feet and
weighed about 180 lbs.
Moving left across the wall, Gary was next. Gary was a fellow
student with Brittany. He was a year ahead of her and about 25
years old. He was the most intimidating of the group. Easily
over 6 feet and pushing 240 pounds, I was certain he had stories
of conquest both on the athletic field and in the bedroom. He
was one of those annoying men that come from the deep end of the
gene pool. God had just given him every physical gift.
Next was Walter. He was the only one of African descent.
Interracial relationships had no stigma with me. Other than my
wife the best friend I have in the world is black. He is the
other preacher where I preach. We met in school and have been
knit together sense. It was his influence that led me to the
church where we then worked. That church was about 80% black.
Walter's race was not what stopped me. It was the regal quality
that came through the photograph. Physically, he was just an
average man. But he was a refined one. His suit was impeccable.
The decade old Mercedes in the background was not a junker he had
bought to appear more powerful. It was a token of his precision.
It too was perfect. The paint was flawless. There was no dirt
to be seen on the body or wheels. He was an organized man, one
who would take his time to get what he wanted.
The last was Robert. He was the smallest of the group, about my
size. He too was a lawyer at Brittany's firm. He worked mainly
criminal cases. At 30, He was the oldest of the men. He like
the other men was clearly a professional. His hair was brown and
cut short. He could have been one of a million young
professionals. There was nothing outstanding about him. Maybe
that's why I chose him. All of the others had something that I
didn't. Something that I secretly feared might appeal to the
woman I was giving them. My choice was made. Robert appeared to
be the least capable of tempting my bride. What I would soon
learn was that he was also the most dangerous.
Brittany entered after lunch, "Well, Pussy who's it going tobe?"
I never looked up, "Mistress, I choose Robert."
"You choose Robert to do what?"
"I choose Robert to take Slut and make her his own, Mistress."
"Very good. I'll call him right now and see when he can be
here."
She patted me on the head as she walked past me to my old chair.
She sat down and called Robert on the nearby phone. The
conversation was brief and to the point. Robert was at work and
could not leave early. He would arrive at 6:00 PM - about 5
hours later. Brittany hung up the phone and spoke to Slut, "Your
new master will be here this evening. He's going to take you
right out, as he has plans already this evening. So, we have to
get you ready to go out tonight."
The three ladies readied themselves to go to the store. Slut was
again allowed only a white T-shirt and shorts. She wore no
underwear. I was locked in my cage again and left alone.
They returned about 4:30, but disappeared again into the bedrooms
upstairs. They took about an hour getting Slut ready for her
coming master. She was a different woman when she came
downstairs. They had dressed her as the pet she was going to be
that night. Her hair was teased and looked like it belonged in
the 80's or early 90's or perhaps on a whore which I guessed was
the point. Her make-up was put on far more heavily than I had
ever seen.
Her dress stood in contrast to her face. It was certainly a
revealing number, but it was more classy than slutty. The dress
was black. It was shorter than she ever wore, coming to
mid-thigh. The neckline was open to reveal the beginnings of her
breasts. However, the back almost completely open. It was the
kind of dress, I had always wanted her to wear, but in which I
knew she was not comfortable. She would have thought it too
revealing. She would have complained about the sag of her
breasts or the 5 pounds she would have like to lose. I would
have just thought she looked beautiful. And she did then. Her
legs were encased in black stockings. I assumed garters held
them up. As I looked more closely, I could just make out the
line of her belt around her hips. It was then that I noticed the
key hanging from a gold chain around her neck. It fell between
her breasts and came to rest just above the drop of the dress'
neckline. She was a present, just waiting to be unwrapped.
The doorbell rang promptly at 6:00 PM. Lisa led Robert into the
living room. I was sitting at Brittany's feet by her new throne,
my old chair. Robert crossed the room to her. Ignoring my
presence, he bent down and kissed Brittany on the cheek.
"Take a seat. Your new toy will be right with you," Brittany
motioned and he took a seat on the couch."
Slut had been hidden when the doorbell rang, so that she could
make an appropriate entrance. Lisa had excused herself after
directing Robert in. She waited several minutes to help build his
anticipation. Being on the couch, his back was to her as she
entered. Slut moved slowly around the couch and into his vision.
She kneeled before him and placed her forehead on his knee.
"Master, My name is `Slut.' I have no greater joy in my life,
than pleasing you. How may I begin my service to you?" I
couldn't tell if her statement was the product of coaching or
true desire. Either way, she player her part well.
He replied, "Stand up and let me get a good look at you."
She stood slowly. On his command, she turned so he could see her
from all sides. She finished her display, "Take off the dress so
I can get a quick look."
As if it were natural for her to do so, she calmly lifted the
dress over her head. She spread the dress on the arm of the
couch. Now naked except for her belt, the stockings and heels
she wore, she turned again showing him her tits and ass.
"Well, you're no lair, Brittany," he commented, "She is a nice
piece of ass. The tits could stand to be a bit bigger. She
needs to hit the gym, lose a few pounds and firm up a bit. But
nothing we can't handle."
His evaluation of my wife's body was cold and matter of fact. It
was if he were judging a horse on the auction block.
When she turned her ass toward him again he told her to stop.
"Bend over and spread your ass cheeks." Again she obeyed without
pause.
Her body was now fully exposed to him. "Slide a finger in your
pussy."
Her index on her left hand slipped from view. "Yes, she'll do
just nicely. Yep, need to firm this ass up some. But
everything's in place here. Looks like a willing pussy and tight
ass. Give me a month with her and she'll earn a fair price."
With his evaluation complete, Slut dressed again. A quick hug
was exchanged between Brittany and Robert. She handed him a
video camera and a box of tapes.
"Remember, you have just one week this time. She needs to be
back here next Friday at dinner. And also, make sure you tape
everything so we can watch it when you get back."
"No problem," Robert answered. He grabbed Slut by the left hand
and began to leave. He paused. He looked down at her hand. He
took hold of her ring finger and slipped off the tokens of her
former life. For the first time he acknowledged my presence,
"Here Pussy, she won't be needing these anymore."
As the rings fell to the floor between my legs, he turned and
left with my wife. She never even looked back. The ominous tone
of Robert's critique of my wife ate away my peace all week. I
had completely failed her.
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