Postby Septimus7 » Mon Oct 14, 2013 4:20 pm
After Kendra and Monique had their share of television, Rita heard them return. However, they took the liberty of making their presence known by several canings of her legs and rear end.
After they’d had their fun, Kendra and Monique untied her arms from behind her and attached a makeshift halter onto her back. It was light enough to bear on her shoulders, and it also served to as a sort of pillory. Her hands were secured to either end, giving her very little ability to move her arms. Next, they took off her blindfold, allowing her to see for the first time in several hours. Finally, they secured a short leash around her neck and untied her legs from the table. After all that she had been through, Rita was wobbly on her legs. The vibrator was removed and replaced with a proper butt plug, which was safer, as explained by Monique. Of course, Kendra reminded her that their butt plug was still able to vibrate, and she proved it by driving Rita to come so ferociously that she fell to her knees.
Waiting until she could stand again, Kendra prompted Rita to look at the table. There were large stains where Rita’s sweat and orgasmic fluids had collected, and the used kitchenware was scattered around the area where she had been tied, “You see that mess? You’re going to clean it up while Monique and I catch up on our show. I want this place clean by the time we’re finished, or you’d better get used to that butt plug vibrating in there,” she emphasized this by slapping Rita’s right buttcheek, prompting Rita’s loudest scream yet. Of course, even this one was limited greatly by the penis gag still in her mouth.
Thus Rita began to work as her captors left her for the privacy of their own room. Having her hands secured in such a fashion as they were meant that she was only able to very slowly fill the sink with soapy water and carry the dirty dishes to the sink. She took a soapy rag and wiped the table and floor of her various fluids. When it came to washing the dishes and cutlery with a sponge, this proved much harder, and it took her several tries to even get one of the objects cleaned and put on the dish rack.
She sobbed through her gag from the weariness that she had gone through the past day or so. Her progress was unbelievably slow, hindered by not just her gag and halter, but by the nipple clamps still on her breasts and the butt plug firmly in place. Occasionally it would buzz for a few seconds and it almost caused her to drop a plate on the floor. All the while, she looked fearfully at the clock, wondering when they were going to finish with the television.
As she struggled with the work, she contemplated all that had happened to her so far. She had been abused, tortured, groped, tied up, and played with by her two roommates with almost no food, water, and rest for herself. That she had been stark naked in front of these girls for more than twenty four hours was the least strange of all that had transpired in that time period. And yet, despite all the pain and humiliation, she couldn’t forget just how good it had felt when Monique had kissed her, or when she’d brought Rita to orgasm through cunnilingus. She couldn’t separate the pleasure that had come with the pain. Was this the type of girl she was? Was she a masochist after all or was she just going through Stockholm Syndrome or something? She couldn’t be sure.
Finally, she was finished cleaning up the kitchen and dining room. She carefully sat down on one of the chairs to get some rest.
Monique and Kendra walked back into the room, still in their dominatrix costumes. They inspected the area thoroughly before Monique smiled at Rita.
“Well done, slave. I’d say you deserve a reward. Tell you what, if you promise to stay absolutely quiet unless you’re bidden to speak, you can have some dinner with us.
Rita felt her hunger hit her worse than ever before, and she nodded eagerly to the demands that Monique gave.
“Good,” Monique said, leading Rita into her own room, “Since you’ve been working hard, you get to sit down and rest.”
She allowed Rita to sit down on her bed, securing the leash around Rita’s neck to the far bedpost so she couldn’t move. Out of sympathy, she removed the nipple clamps from Rita’s breasts, giving each nipple a tender kiss. With that, she turned to Rita’s laptop. “I’m going to have to leave you here alone for a bit, so we’ll need to keep
you pre-occupied with something.” With that, she confidently pressed a button on Rita’s computer.
Hannah Montana started playing loudly in the room. Rita’s eyes widened in horror. She hated Hannah Montana, and any kind of music that she or whatever the actress who played her did in the ways of music.
Monique patted Rita on the cheek in mock sympathy, “I made a playlist for you so you wouldn’t have to worry about it not playing more music. Enjoy, babe!” She started to head out of the room, before turning back once, “By the way, I gotta say it was so hot to watch you on the table today. I actually managed to get a video of it so I’d always have a reminder. If you’re really nice to me, I’ll let you see it for yourself.” Ignoring Rita’s loud “MMMMMPH”s, Monique closed the door behind her.
Rita lost track of how long many songs she heard. She couldn’t get up and change the music, nor could she do much of anything except sit there and moan. Her arms were also getting tired from being held up in the halter, to say nothing of her jaws, nipples and anus.
Finally, Monique re-entered, untied the leash from the post, and led Rita back into the dining room.
At once, the smell made Rita’s stomach growl. The two of them had made fried potatoes and steaks with wine. Rita gazed longingly at the food on the table, noting with delight that a third plate had been set for her at the table.
“Remember our deal, slave,” Monique reminded her as she led Rita to the designated chair. To enable her to sit down, they removed the butt plug, to her huge relief.
Once she’d sat down, Kendra and Monique took off Rita’s halter and tied her arms behind the chair with handcuffs and rope. They also secured her feet to the chair legs and ungagged her.
“Remember, not a peep. This is just so you can eat with the rest of us.” Monique reminded her.
And so began a slow, strange meal between the three women. Kendra and Monique would, in turns, feed Monique bits of potato and beef, occasionally fondling her while they did so. Rita meekly stayed quiet, thanking both her mistresses when the meal was finished.
When all three plates were empty, Kendra and Monique put one of Rita’s freshly cleaned socks into her mouth and taped it shut. They re-attached the halter and re-inserted the butt plug when she’d stood up again.
“You know the routine. We made dinner and fed you. Now clean up.” Kendra ordered, teasing Rita by causing the plug to vibrate for a few seconds.
As her mistresses went off on their own to the bedroom, Rita cleaned up again. This took less time, thanks to the ordeal she’d already been through to clean up the dining room and kitchen.
At one point the two came back and started distracting her with some teasing slaps with their hands and various toys. Rita felt their gaze as they watched her work, but made no attempts to stop their antics, as the occasional buzz of the butt plug warned her. The two women got more creative. Her swaying breasts were decorated with tassels and glitter, so that they shimmered when they swayed through the air as Rita moved along. Glitter lines were painted on her by both giggling captors, and they applied silly make-up to her face as she patiently waited for them to let her continue working. Rita also heard the occasional snaps of a phone camera, but knew that there was no good complaining. They loved to hear her gag talk anyway, so it would do her little good.
Eventually, she finished. She was, by this point, covered in glitter and make-up from head to toe. Chortling over how Rita looked, Monique and Kendra led Rita to the bathroom, removing her butt plug and tassels. The two mistresses placed a blindfold over her eyes, and made her sit on the toilet to do her business. As Rita finished, she heard the other two get undressed and got into the shower. She heard giggles and soft kisses, moaning from Monique and then from Kendra. She felt an aching in her loins as she longed to be there as well, cuddling and kissing with the two of them. Even Kendra, whose body Rita couldn’t deny was wonderfully toned and well-kept.
Eventually, Rita felt her halter undone, and told to stand still unless moved by one of her mistresses. Blind and gagged, Rita was led into the shower and she felt the warm water from the shower wash away the glitter. At one point, she was told to close her eyes, and her gag and blindfold were removed so that she could rinse off her face.
“Some of that stuff’s not quite gotten away, baby. Stand still and don’t move.”
Rita stayed still, even though nothing bound her anymore. She could have opened her eyes, spat out the sock in her mouth, and tried to escape. However, she knew what would happen if she did that. She instead allowed Kendra and Monique to lather her face, hair, and entire body in soap. The feeling of their hands all over her body in such a gentle caress was heavenly in contrast to how they’d previously felt her up. She felt so turned on as she allowed her sense of feeling dominate her other senses.
That was when both women told her to kneel. Carefully, she obeyed, keeping her eyes closed (this time because of the soap in her hair and on her face). She felt the click
of cuffs secure her hands to her shins, so that she couldn’t move herself forward without tipping over and falling flat on her face.
Suddenly, a strong hand was placed over Rita’s mouth. “Surprise, slave!” came the yell. And a blast of cold water from the shower head proceeded to wash out all the soap that had collected.
Rita screamed at the sudden change. She kept her eyes closed because of the water and runoff soap, but the hand prevented her from spitting out her gag and screaming blue murder. The sudden change to torture took her by surprise so much that she almost started to weep from the shock.
Finally, they finished washing out the soap, leaving Rita shivering, soaked, but clean. They re-blindfolded her and carried her to what she perceived to be her bed. She was retied in spread-eagle style, but this time on her front instead of her back. So she was subjected to another bandana OTM gag as the mistresses took turns tickling her bare feet with feathers.
“Get some rest, tomorrow’s another day,” Monique called out as she and Kendra turned off the lights and left Rita alone once again.
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“Wake up, baby!”
Rita groaned into her gag as she was brought awake by several pinches on her leg, side, and rear end.
Kendra’s face leaned into her line of vision, “Time for breakfast.”
Rita put up no resistance as she was carefully re-tied by Kendra. A pile of rope was put on the bed next to her, a foreshadowing of what was to come.
Releasing her from the ropes securing her to the bed, Kendra got to work. First, she undid Rita’s OTM gag, without replacing it with anything. Then she tied Rita’s hands behind her back as before. Kendra applied more rope to Rita’s torso so that she couldn’t move her arms at all. This also placed her breasts in a strict bondage which caused them to harden and swell from the limited circulation. Kendra applied the nipple clamps, reveling in Rita’s low moans. The lower ropes in Rita’s breast bondage was connected to a strict crotchrope that added to Rita’s discomfort.
Next, Kendra bound Rita’s feet together with the shin-cuffs that had been used before. Kendra tied a length of rope around the chain connecting Rita’s feet, and tied the other end to Rita’s ponytail. Rita could barely move her legs, as they were forced into an acute angle thanks to the bondage.
Finally, Kendra re-inserted Rita’s butt plug and re-attached the leash that had become so familiar to Rita, “Come along!”
Carefully moving her legs so that she could just barely hobble, Rita followed Kendra out of her room into the kitchen. Rita’s crotch rope and nipple clamps were already becoming hard to bear. Throughout it all, though, Rita kept quiet. She was hungry and wanted to get food.
Monique was sitting at the table, already halfway through her breakfast. She smiled down at Rita, “Your breakfast is over there”. She pointed to a brand new dog bowl filled with cereal and milk.
“And for added fun,” Kendra announced as she suddenly connected Rita’s two nipple clamps with a thin chain. In the middle of it dangled three small weights. Rita bit her tongue to stop herself from groaning too loudly.
Rita stared at the bowl in utter misery. She knew what was expected of her, and she already hated it so much. Was there no depth to which these two would sink?
Slowly, she worked her way over to the bowl, and awkwardly tried to get a mouthful of cereal and milk using only her mouth. As she discovered, three things worked against her immediately.
Firstly, she had to bend down so far that her breasts dragged along the floor. This played havoc with the clamps and weights attached.
Secondly, her movements going down to feed at the bowl, and then up again to chew and swallow meant that she regularly received pangs of pleasurable agony from the strict crotch rope.
Thirdly, the two women took great amusement in turning on the vibrations of the butt plug at random intervals. More than once she was forced to spit out the contents of her mouth in shock at the feeling. This physical response also triggered her other pleasure points, and soon she knelt in a small puddle of her various fluids as she continued to try and eat.
Finally, the two mistresses took mercy on her and allowed her to finish her meal without the sudden intervals of the plug. Sobbing from the efforts of the last hour or so, Rita finished her meal, covered in spilt milk, soggy cereal, sweat, tears, and orgasmic juices.
“You know what, let’s clean our slave up first before she has to clean,” Kendra suddenly offered. Monique looked surprised but agreed that it seemed fair enough.
Carrying Rita back to the shower, they rinsed her off without untying her, carefully removing the butt plug so that the water didn’t cause any accidents.
When that was done, Kendra once again fitted the penis gag into her mouth as far as she could without having Rita choke. The two women led her back into the room where the aftermath of Rita’s breakfast lay on the ground.
“Start cleaning, slave.” Kendra said.
“MMMMPH!” Rita wailed, shaking her heavily bound body to show her inability to do anything.
Kendra smiled, and attached something to Rita’s gag.
It was a miniature mop.
Placing a bucket of soapy water near her, Monique pressed the button to give Rita another taste from her re-inserted butt plug, “Go ahead!”
The two mistresses departed once again, leaving Rita near to tears as she struggled with the laborious task of cleaning the floor with just her forniphilic gag. She couldn’t ignore the pain in her private parts as she worked, and so she tried to be as careful as possible during her labours.
After a while (it seemed to go on for hours to Rita), the door to Monique’s room flew open and Kendra strode in, smiling. She was once again completely naked, and she seemed out of breath.
“Time for something new, pussycat,” she gasped triumphantly as she dragged Rita towards the doorway of the room. Rita’s eyes widened in shock.
Monique was tied to the bed. She was gagged with a ball gag that seemed too big for her mouth. Her breasts were bound in a similar manner as Rita’s were, and her arms bound to the frame of the bed. However, she had been made to sit upright, and her legs had been bound so that Monique was forced to stick them out in the air at a ridiculous angle. Monique’s eyes were wide, and she “Mmmmmph”d as loudly as she could.
Rita stared at Monique on the bed. She had never seen Monique naked before. And she felt herself deeply aroused as she gazed upon Monique’s swollen bosom with her impossibly large nipples. She looked at Monique’s shaved vagina; the position of Monique’s legs made it so that the two folds of skin were made to part, and Rita could peer past the vulva and see more of Monique than she ever thought possible. And to her utter surprise, the idea of one of her captors lying trussed and gagged in such a manner made her suddenly feel moist.
This was not lost on Kendra, “Like it when the shoe’s on the other foot, slave? That’s good. You want to fuck her?”
Rita looked up at Kendra in surprise, neither agreeing nor denying. Kendra flicked a switch, causing Rita’s butt plug to vibrate at its highest level.
“MMMMMMPH!” Rita nodded fiercely, and Kendra removed the butt plug.
“Well tough, you had a chance to do so and you lost. You aren’t going to touch Monique. But the worst of it is that you’ll make her scream anyway.”
Rita had no idea what was going on, but found herself picked up and placed on the bed. She was made to face Monique, who looked on all this with wide, excited eyes.
“First thing’s first,” Kendra said, her voice turning slightly hoarse with some sort of lust inside her. She disconnected the mop attachment from Rita’s gag, and replaced it with something else.
It was a large dildo.
Rita stared in horror at what she realized was going to be forcefully inserted into Monique’s welcoming vagina.
Kendra smiled at Rita’s look, “You’re going to have your way with Monique this way whether you like it or not. And I’m going to make sure that you two beauties will come at the same time.”
Kendra took something from the bed and put it over her private parts. It was a strap-on that contained its own artificial phallus.
Before Rita could say anything, Kendra whispered into her ear, “Enter her.”
Rita obeyed. Out of fear, out of the fact that she couldn’t resist, but also because she wanted to make love to Monique, even if this was the only way she would.
Monique moaned in satisfaction as Rita gingerly pushed her gag further between Monique’s legs. With a jolt, she felt her own anus penetrated by Kendra’s strap-on. The older woman pressed herself against Rita’s backside, and began to ride back and forth.
Rita’s body convulsed with every jolt that Kendra made inside her. Rita began to moan at the effects it was making, and she heard Monique began to sob with delight as she herself was pleasured.
This cycle carried on, going faster and faster. Rita shook with the rhythmic movements of Kendra and felt the strain on her nipple clamps, her crotch rope, her bonds, and her gag. Even after all she had gone through, all she had experienced, nothing prepared her for the climax that reared itself through the effects of all these things.
Rita felt herself come harder than any of her previous orgasms. She also felt liquid splash onto her face, and knew that she had brought Monique to joyous ecstasy. The thought of that made her come harder still. Behind her, Kendra’s movements ceased, as the older woman gasped with the effects of her own pleasure.
All three women panted and sobbed with delight, pondering what had just happened.
After a few moments where she struggled to collect herself, Kendra leaned forward and undid the bonds of her younger companions. Worn out from what they had mutually gone through, the three of them collapsed on the soaked bed, entwined in a complex yet deeply affectionate embrace.
After what seemed like forever, Rita re-awoke. She was lying in between Kendra and Monique. All three were still naked, still lying in that bed, still surrounded by the various toys that had come into play.
She noticed Monique lying in front of her, and she felt possessed to take action once again.
Leaning forward, Rita planted a kiss on Monique’s soft lips, and used her hands to explore the aspects of Monique’s body. She tenderly stroked the curves of Monique’s body, even as her eyes fluttered open, and she looked Rita in the eye.
Rita hesitated in surprise, prepared to apologize. However, Monique smiled, “Keep going, that feels so good.”
Rita smiled in reply, and gave Monique’s nipple a playful tweak. Both women giggled, and snuggled together so that their breasts, stomach, limbs and faces touched the other’s.
“I’ve never had so much fun before in all my life,” Monique admitted.
“I feel like such a different person,” Rita said. She felt so happy, embracing both these beautiful women. All she had gone through seemed so worth having a moment like
this.
Monique smiled, “We’ve noticed how you’ve wanted to be open about who you are, Rita. Consider this a push out of the closet and into the dungeon.”
Rita laughed at that description, but then hesitated, “So what does this mean?”
“It means,” Kendra interjected, “That the three of us understand one another, and we’re prepared to share amongst each other while this understanding lasts.”
Rita smiled at Kendra, and gave her a tender kiss, “Sounds good to me.”
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