Chapter One : Paying the price
In a leafy suburb "somewhere" in Washington State, 27 year old Allene Blake's car drew to a halt outside the front gates of a very large house. Usually it took thirty minutes to reach the place but today had been different. Favouring back roads wherever possible had doubled her journey time and an hour had passed since she'd left home. There was only light traffic and in any other circumstances she would have enjoyed the scenery.
Luckily she hadn't needed to stop for gas, which was just as well considering the outfit she'd been forced to wear. No other clothing had been allowed, not even a coat. If there'd been a problem along the way she'd have been in big trouble. Sometimes she shopped and socialised in the town so the risk of being recognised was very worrying. A tiny vest did little to hide her large breasts. Unsupported by a bra they bounced and swayed with every jolt and movement the car made. Her nipples, stiff with fear and excitement, were clearly visible. They formed two distinct points which poked and rubbed against the thin cotton material. A very short white skirt rode high across the backs of her thighs revealing the lower curves of her bottom. When she walked the mound of her pussy was also visible. The costume had been fashioned to be as humiliating as possible, especially if she was seen in public.
The house belonged to an old friend and work colleague of her husband, Bill Moore. Over the years Bill had tried to corner his friends pretty young wife on numerous occasions but had never quite managed it. He'd lusted after her since their very first meeting some five years before. Once he'd found out she was regularly spanked, too much drink on Michael's part at a dinner party, his lust had turned to obsession. As luck would have it fate had finally smiled on him. The bet had started as a joke but became more serious when the case they were working on became high profile. Media interest increased due to their client's family background and the chances of a huge fee became a reality. The bet concerned their professional expertise and the stakes were set some three weeks into the trial. If Bill made the breakthrough he would have the services of Mike's wife for a day, no limits, no rules. If Mike won he'd have Bill's girlfriend for a similar period. Allene had argued but to no avail, the wager stood. When she'd whined about it her husband strapped her buttocks for an hour, by the end she would have agreed to anything. Bill wasn't bad looking and she found the idea exciting in many ways but she was still worried. Without Mike there to control the situation she was concerned that Bill might lose his self control and perhaps do her some real damage. Mike threatened to whip her pussy for an hour if she didn't shut up, so she bit her tongue.
She looked back and forth up the road to check there was no one around before leaving the car. Her heart was beating wildly as she stood waiting in the ridiculously revealing outfit. Frightened at what would happen when Bill saw her, but equally concerned that some stranger could come along at any moment, she was more than a little relieved when he answered the intercom.
"Hello it's Allene, can you open the gate please?"
"Well if it isn't the little slut. I trust you're dressed exactly as I specified. I've got lots of things planned for you today young lady. I hope you like to exercise." Allene knew he was a fitness freak. She didn't like the sound of exercise but she had to get in off the street.
"Please open the gate."
"Please what?"
"Please....Sir!" Just in time she remembered how she was supposed to address him. The gates whirred and began to smoothly slide open. Bill was waiting at the front door. As she climbed from the car she did her best to cover her boobs and pussy but it was impossible. The enormous smile on his face reminded her of the Cheshire cat in Alice in Wonderland. She jumped as he suddenly shouted.
"Hands behind your back you stupid girl!" She complied immediately. Her boobs jutted out towards him, stiff nipples forming two very obvious points which drew his eye. Beneath them her flat belly guided him down to her bare tanned thighs, the tiny skirt just covering the knicker-clad bulge of her pussy. Bill took a few deep breaths as he watched her face growing redder then beckoned her in over the threshold.
She followed him through the hallway noticing immediately the thick leather strap hanging from his belt. It was obviously oiled and very supple. Before long she'd be feeling it's sting, of that she had no doubt. Opening onto an extensive immaculately kept garden the main feature at the back of the house was a large conservatory. Besides the usual mix of furniture and plants it also contained a collection of fitness equipment. Side by side along one wall was a weight bench, multi-gym, treadmill and exercise cycle. For some reason the exercise cycle really worried her. It didn't have a seat just an empty upright. Why on earth would he have one without a seat? Passing his "home" gymnasium he led her outside into the sunshine. She was more than a little surprised by what she saw. Standing at the edge of the poolside patio was a leather topped sawhorse with a short crosspiece at one end. Embedded chrome rings sparkled in the sunlight. Next to it stood what could best be described as a throne. It squatted on thick wooden legs. Wide leather covered arms met it's bolster topped backrest. An array of straps and buckles seemed to hang from every surface but where the middle of the seat should have been there was just an open space. Set back under the lower branches of a tree was a large rectangular wooden frame. Bolts and rings dotted it's inner surface. The objects wouldn't have looked out of place in a medieval dungeon. Feeling slightly sick Allene swallowed hard, her heart fluttering against her rib cage.
"Like my toys Allene? I hope so 'cos we're gonna play with all of them today." He turned and studied her. God he was going to enjoy this. He'd planned his day very carefully. It would have been easy to simply throw her on the floor and fuck her in every hole, but it would have been over in moments. This was a chance he wasn't going to waste and he was determined to savour every second.
Sitting in an easy chair he watched her run slowly around the pool. Her breasts had a life of their own, wobbling and juddering as she ran. The nipples looked hard enough to tear through the fabric of her vest. As she ran her knickers flashed both back and front and there was nothing she could do about it. He smiled. It was a warm day so she was soon perspiring and out of breath.
"You don't seem to be putting much effort in Allene," he said, rising from the chair, "get inside I think you'll do better on the treadmill." He set the speed to a steady jog and watched as she ran. Up close the view was much more interesting. Allene suddenly shrieked as the strap caught her low across the back of her thighs. He watched a red band appear on her skin, it didn't take long, before striking again. She stumbled slightly but managed to keep going. The strap began catching her at regular intervals. The backs of her thighs burned and for some time the only sounds were the crack of the strap landing and her resulting cries. When he finally turned the machine off she doubled over and vigorously rubbed the backs of her legs gasping for breath. Tears were just beginning to form, any longer and she would have started crying for real.
"Take your knickers off." Reluctantly she slid them slowly down and stepped out of them. "Stand up straight girl!" As she complied the pink lips of her pussy peeped from beneath the hem of the skirt.
"Turn around." From behind he had a perfect view of the swelling cheeks of her bottom. The marks made by the strap travelled down the backs of her thighs almost to her knees and certainly looked sore. He ran his hands lightly up the backs of her legs, she gasped at the slight contact, and cupped her buttocks. They were firmer than he'd expected. Turning her around he made her lift up the skirt to her waist. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed into a small triangle, leaving her vaginal lips and opening completely bare, which he liked. He ran his fingers along the moist lips and then gently teased the clitoris from it's hood. Allene drew in her breath and involuntarily wriggled her hips. He smiled at her obvious sign of arousal but resisted the temptation to plunge his fingers inside. Everything in good time.
Allene hated the way her body was betraying her. She didn't want to collapse in an orgasmic heap in front of him but the sexual tension she was feeling, combined with the pain, was already making her light headed. He had her remove the vest. As she lifted it over her head her boobs fell forwards into his waiting hands. He mauled them for a few moments before closely examining her hard nipples. After much pulling and pinching, which had her gasping and groaning, he allowed her breasts to return to their resting position. They were very impressive.
"Big breasts like these should be able to withstand a good deal of punishment," he thought to himself. He made her turn this way and that, had her place her hands on her head, bend forwards, lean backwards, stand sideways until he'd exhausted all possible angles from which to view them.
"Take off your skirt." She did. The sensation of being totally naked in front of this man who she'd known for several years as a friend was almost overwhelming. Her face was scarlet with shame as he had her posing for him once again. He investigated the crack between her buttocks, drawing them apart to get a better look at the puckered entrance to her bumhole. His fingers pressed it gently but didn't stray inside. He made her spread her legs. His examination of her pussy lips and clitoris was lengthy and teasing but once again he refrained from penetrating her. His manipulations were making her very wet and she was on the verge of coming when he finally stopped.
"Outside young lady."
Now totally naked she went out to the poolside. He followed closely watching the soft white buttocks sway from side to side as she walked. Sitting comfortably in a chair once more he sipped red wine and had her stand directly in front of him. His eyes greedily roamed over her naked body. Nothing was hidden and all was his for the taking.
"Let's have you running on the spot Allene," he said quietly, "get your knees higher, that's better." As she ran the soft pink lips of her vagina were teasingly revealed. He enjoyed the view for a while then had her perform Star jumps. Her breasts really came to life juddering and bouncing quite delightfully, the nipples poking stiffly in all directions. By the time he had her stop her boobs were getting sore but he didn't allow her to rub them. "Turn around and bend over, that's right, grasp your ankles and spread your legs nice and wide." As she did so he immediately reached out and parted the lips of her vagina. Their wetness allowed him to easily slide two fingers deep inside. Allene started gasping and squirming her hips as he explored the interior of the tight passageway. When his fingers slipped teasingly over her clitoris she started to moan and push herself back onto his hand. He smiled. Just as she really started to enjoy it he stopped. Her hips continued to gyrate in the hope that he would continue but he ignored her. Bent over as she was she couldn't see what he was doing, only hear him walking about.
When he had her stand up straight once more her attention was immediately drawn to the sawhorse. Her eyes grew rounder when she saw the objects jutting up from it's centre. The first black dildo was about 7 inches long but curved wickedly. It's partner was very different, any resemblance to a normal penis was absent. The thing was at least a foot long and looked like some obscene sea anemone. It's thick shaft, dotted with small finger like protrusions, was topped with a large bulbous head. She gazed anxiously at the larger artificial cock as he first led her over to the "throne".
"Right Allene, up you get." It took a few moments to get her positioned as he wanted. She knelt on the thing's arms with widely parted legs as he fixed her in place with several buckled straps. Her stomach rested on the bolster as he had her bend her upper torso over the back of the chair. It took only seconds to strap her wrists low down to the back legs. Looking at her hardened his cock immediately. The lips of her vagina were parted revealing the pink hole which led directly into her belly. Between the spread cheeks of her bottom the tight dimpled entrance was also fully exposed. Allene's legs and bottom involuntarily tensed as she saw the leather paddle he held in his hand. The first impact threw her forward against the restraints, seconds later the burning sting seared into her. Within a few moments she was gasping, crying out each time he struck. The pain in her buttocks made her shake her bottom and hips from side to side in a crazed dance. Each cheek went pink as the paddle bounced off it then gradually grew redder as the impacts overlapped. Allene didn't want to beg but she couldn't help herself,
"Ooooohhhh! Please Sir! Please stop! I'll be good! Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh! Oohhhh! I'll do anything just stop for a second! Oooohhhhhh!" Bill Moore laughed as he watched her breasts swing wildly each time the paddle landed.
"I know you'll be good Allene. I've got the whole day to make sure you are. I'm having a lovely time, are you?" He laughed again. Her buttocks had taken on a deep red hue by the time he'd finished. They were tight and shiny and looked very sore indeed. Allene's head hung down, her tears dripping freely to the floor. She was shaking everywhere and sobbing uncontrollably. She wasn't able to beg anymore because quite simply she couldn't get the words out. "Thank goodness it's stopped," she thought, "thankyou thankyou thankyou!"
The relief was short lived however. He walked slowly in front of her so she could fully appreciate what he held in his hand. The paddle was gone and in its place was a multi-tailed leather whip.
"I'm going to visit your more sensitive areas with this Allene," he said, running the leather thongs through his fingers, "it's going to hurt you a lot. If you start making a lot of noise I'm going to have to gag you. I don't want my neighbours complaining now do I?" He smiled as she looked up. Her very red cheeks were streaked with tears. She squealed at the very first stroke. As the whip began to kiss her tenderest parts she jerked and moaned continuously. The tips of the thongs caught the inner slopes of her buttocks, burning and stinging. She tried desperately to close her bum cheeks but the chair ensured they were held fully open, there was no escape. Then the strokes were catching her fully on the crinkled bud of her bumhole. Between cries she could feel the puckered entrance swelling, pushing up and out towards the stinging leather strips. When he moved on to the soft pink lips of her pussy she went into a frenzied gyrating dance. Her bottom shuddered and writhed from side to side vainly trying to escape the searching impacts. Crying unrestrainedly she began to plead with him to stop.
"Ooooooohhhhhhh! Please Sir! Aaaaaaah! Stop! Please Sir stop! Ooohhhhh! I can't take any more...it's burning so! Please stop"! Please!"
"Now why would I stop when I'm enjoying myself so much Allene. You've got a lot more to come so why you're making such a fuss at this early stage I've no idea. Try to keep still there's a good girl." The whip caught her perfectly along the sticky lips of her vagina. They parted reluctantly at the crisp impact and Allene screamed as the tips of the whip seared the inner surfaces.
"Open up!" he said, "you're making far too much noise." The rubber ball pressed roughly into her mouth stifled any further protests. He continued for a while. It wasn't that long but to Allene it lasted an eternity. Several times the tips had caught her fully on the clitoris. The hood had thickened and was now fully pulled back. Her clitoris itself was massively swollen and excruciatingly sensitive but he'd been very careful not to direct more than a few blows onto the area at any one time. She wasn't going to be allowed to come until he was good and ready. When he stopped she continued to sob uncontrollably. He calmly stroked the reddened puffy lips of her vagina. They were slick with secretions, his fingers slipped inside. Allene gasped and strained against the straps. The intense sensations caused her vaginal walls to pulse in expectation. As his fingertips carefully brushed against the sensitive tip of her clitoris she went into a paroxysm of trembling and wriggling.
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhh! Nnngh! OOOOhhhh!" A whole series of sounds exploded into the gag.
"Nicely sensitive now are we? That's good it'll make the next stage of your punishment very interesting."
Releasing her from the straps took only moments. She swayed on jelly like legs as he pushed her towards the sawhorse.
"Right, on you get," he said indicating the curved dildo. With a leg either side of the horse and almost overbalancing she shuffled along until the tip of the plastic cock was directly between her legs.
"Get on with it then, you're wet enough you don't need any lubricant." With that he forced her down onto it's length. Splitting her pussy lips apart it slid easily into the centre of her belly.
"Ggggggnnnnnn! Aaaaaaaaaarrrrrhhh!" Spearing up inside her the things head pushed along the front wall of her pussy forcing her to stumble forwards. She had no choice but to try and follow it's curve. Fixing her wrists together in front of her and carefully clipping them to one of the embedded rings caused her to bend forwards. Her pussy lips stretched apart as the curve of the dildo bulged out from between her spread bum cheeks.
"Ride it you little tart," he said picking up the oiled strap. Before she'd had time to react the leather curled around her already sore bottom. She jerked upright on the now shiny cock, it's shaft sliding from her, stumbling slightly as she tried to keep her balance.
"Aaaaahhh! Nnnnnoooooo! Nnnnooooooo!" As the strap caught her a second time she slid frantically down the rigid pole, wriggling from side to side, trying to avoid the stinging impact. There was no escape. With practised ease he caught the wobbling cheeks again and again, driving her up and down on the black rubber rod. Her boobs jerked and swung from side to side as she screamed and shouted into the gag. The spectacle made his erection throb but he was quick to notice a subtle change in her movements and in the tone of her muffled entreaties. The frantic wriggling was gradually being replaced by a more controlled motion. Each time the strap cracked home she plunged down on the shaft but then waited for the next stroke before quickly pushing herself up and down onto it once more. He realised she was trying to ride the false cock to orgasm so immediately stopped swinging the strap. Allene continued to bounce up and down trying to elicit the orgasm she so desperately craved.
"Get off it you slut!" He roughly jerked her to her feet where she stood trembling and shaking, her legs threatening to collapse under her. Releasing her wrists from the ring but keeping them firmly strapped together he forced her forwards until she stood positioned over the monstrous dildo's shiny head. Relief flooded her jaws as her pulled the gag from her mouth.
"Now Allene you're going to ask me nicely to be allowed to come." She eyed the thing rearing up between her legs with undisguised fear. Ignoring what he said she began babbling in panic.
"Don't make me sit on it, it's too big Oh god, it'll split me open, please Bill don't make me, look I'll do whatever you want, anything, just .....Owww!" He struck her opened handed, the force flattening one of her very sore bum cheeks. The sting was excruciating.
"You address me as Sir you little slut! You ignore me again and I'll take the skin off your fat arse! Do you understand?" As he shouted he reached out and twisted one of Allene's rigid nipples.
"Ow! Aaarrgh! I'm sorry, I'm sorry Sir!"
"Now ask me nicely to let you come," he said quietly, pulling and squeezing the nipple between his fingers.
"Ow! Oooohhhh! Please Sir may I be allowed to come?" Releasing the swollen tip he pointed to the head of the monstrous dildo.
"Get it inside you!" It was a simple instruction and one she couldn't misunderstand. She had to obey. Slowly she began to lower herself onto it. The head nudged apart the sticky lips of her vagina which gradually opened wide, sliding over the ball like glans. She gasped as it reached the tight entrance to her moist vulva, the slippery walls trying to stretch to accommodate the enormous intruder.
"I can't, it's too big!" Unwilling to listen to anymore wailing he pushed down on her shoulders with as much force as he could muster. Allene screamed as the false cock slid into the centre of her belly. He stepped back as she stood impaled, unable to move, the dildo stretching her hole to it's very limits. She'd never been so full before, the thing was wedged tight, her pussy lips forming a perfect pink circle straining to accommodate the girth of it's shaft. Tremors ran down her legs as she gritted her teeth. She shivered where she stood, trying her best to keep still, her eyes screwed tightly shut.
"Very nice Allene, that looks a perfect fit," said Bill bending down to observe her distorted hole, "now you're going to fuck it for me! You have my permission to come if you can." Allene's eyes opened.
"S...S....Sir, please I don't think I ca...ca...can move."
"Oh but you can, I've got something that'll encourage you." She hadn't noticed the thin yellow cane laying on the grass by his chair. He walked over and picked it up, flexing it between his hands as he sauntered back. It was incredibly supple, she could see the tip swaying as he walked towards her.
"Well?"
Allene didn't move just stared fearfully at the flexible rod. Suddenly his arm swung back. She heard the swish of the cane as it sliced the air. Then it hit her. She screamed as the searing line of white heat scorched across both of her stretched bum cheeks. They were held in a perfect position to receive the cane, pulled slightly apart by her stance, rounded and unprotected. Pain caused an involuntary jerking of her hips which moved the massive cock inside her. Again she did her best to stop any movement, panting frantically against the twin onslaught. The cane seared her again, her hips rose, the thing's shaft sliding a few inches.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh! Bill please! Don't hit me again! Please."
"Ride it or I'm gonna cane you for the rest of the afternoon!" Slowly she straightened up. Gradually the shiny shaft emerged from her straining pussy, then she slowly forced herself down onto it again. It stretched her beyond any limit she'd ever experienced before. Groaning loudly she repeated the motion under the watchful eye of her amused tormentor.
"You can move faster than that!" The cane zipped in across her bulging bottom. Lights danced in front of her eyes as the scorching line seared into her flesh. She shrieked as her legs shook in response. She couldn't take another stroke like that, she just couldn't. The pain removed any remaining vestiges of dignity she'd once had. Moaning and crying she surrendered to his wishes, forcing herself to plunge up and down on the monstrous false cock. Her natural wetness allowed the thing to slide back and forth and before long her vaginal anatomy adapted to the abnormal size of the object. It's sheer bulk stimulated the tender inner surfaces of her pussy.
"OOOhhhhhhh! Aahhhhhh! Oh God!" It began to feel incredible. Her clitoris was hard, so hard she could feel it sticking out from it's delicate hood. Deep inside she felt the first pulsing that signalled her impending climax.
"Bill, Aaaahhhhhh! Make me come.......Oooooohhhhh!....Pleeeeease!" He slowly reached out and began gently manipulating the swollen clitoral bud. Using just his thumb and forefinger he pinched it, she squealed loudly. Pain and pleasure were intermingling, she couldn't tell one from the other. As he continued massaging the fleshy stub Allene groaned loudly and bounced frantically on the rubber dildo, it's enormous size no longer troubling her. Then the orgasm hit.
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhh! Oh Goddddddddddddd!" Pumping herself violently on the thick shaft she lost all control. Her vaginal walls contracted rhythmically squeezing every last drop of pleasure from the false cock. Panting for air she slumped forwards, her head spinning. Slowly she recovered herself and looked up into Bill's smiling face.
"Quite the little slut aren't we?" he said.
Unknown to Bill Moore and his naked plaything they were being secretly observed. Between two of the angled roofs of the property next door was a small flat area. Accessible only via a small latched window it was totally screened from anyone on the ground below and at this moment it was occupied. He took his eye from the camera and carefully wiped the come from his throbbing cock. The long telephoto lens had brought every detail of Allene's suffering into sharp focus. It wasn't the first time he'd had to stop and clean himself up during the morning, seeing the naked woman put through her ordeal had made him spurt several times. If it hadn't been for the tripod he'd have dropped the camera and done it irreparable harm. It was a very expensive piece of technology and any damage, no matter how slight, would have proved extremely costly in more ways than one. Top of the range digital cameras were a luxury item, add a high quality lens and the price went frighteningly skywards. Much to his disappointment it looked as though the show was over, for him anyway, because Bill was leading his lovely naked "guest" indoors. Who the trembling big breasted woman was he couldn't work out, she certainly wasn't Bill's girlfriend, and why on earth she'd allowed herself to be used in such a way was a complete mystery. But if the idea forming in his head came to fruition he'd certainly find out. He grinned to himself and gingerly carried the camera and tripod to the window. He'd come back for his sunglasses, the blanket and snacks later.
Allene was begging. The muscular spasms racking her distended stomach were quite simply agonising. For the past two hours she'd been subjected to a series of ever more severe enemas, the one inside her now was enormous. Besides the sheer volume of liquid, which was bad enough, Bill had added something which stung and burned her insides. Instead of letting her relieve herself in the toilet, as he'd done before, this time she'd been pushed into a bedroom and made to lie down on her back. Once her wrists were secured to the iron bed rail he'd parted her legs wide by dragging each ankle in turn to a bedpost behind her head. She was totally spread open and helpless. A short length of red rubber tube stuck obscenely from her bum hole, deep inside it's inflatable bulb sealed her bottom tight against the pressure building ominously within.
"Aaaaaahhhhh! Please let me go to the toilet Sir." Her bowels suddenly cramped again, the pain was unbearable.
"Arrrrggghhhhh! Let me go, I'll do anything you want, just let me go! Nnnngggg! Bill Moore watched his writhing captive with undisguised lust. He'd waited all day allowing the hardness in his cock to subside many times. His balls felt hard as well, bursting with juice. Very soon he'd treat himself but first he wanted to ensure he'd broken her fully and anyway the longer she was made to hold the enema the cleaner she'd be for him. Panic rose in her eyes when she spied the thick ridged vibrator he held in his hand.
"I'll let you relieve yourself in a little while Allene OK? But first you're going to earn it!" His smile was generous in the extreme.
"I'm getting a bit peckish and I'm sure you are too so I'm going down to prepare us something. I won't be long and in the meantime we're going to try a little experiment. I'm interested to see if pain stops you getting aroused. This," he held up the vibrator, "should extract an answer from you!" He laughed at the look of horror that flashed across her features. He couldn't mean it! The pain in her belly and bowels was excruciating, if he put the thing inside her she'd burst, she was sure of it.
"Aaaarrrggggggggg! Oooohhhhhhh G...G...G...G....GGGGGod!" He had to push hard to get it into her wet pussy, the pressure of the water in her rectum was making the tunnel very tight indeed.
"No please! I can't!"
"Oh but you can you little tart and if I think for one second that you're faking it I'll leave you here with your guts full till tonight!" She couldn't bear the thought and she was really frightened that it might do her some sort of permanent damage. Kneeling on the bed between her widespread legs he worked the stiff false prick in and out of her straining hole until he was satisfied that it was fully embedded. It was certainly a very close fit! Allene groaned in agony as her insides cramped once again. He teased the swollen clitoral stem until it hardened between his fingers then carefully attached a small clamp to the sensitive flesh. Allene screamed as she felt the sharp teeth take hold. Passing a tiny rubber sleeve over the clamp he secured it firmly to the end of the vibrator then switched it on. The effect on Allene was immediate. As the vibrations filled her pussy she began moaning and thrashing against her bonds. The clamp ensured that all the sensations were delivered directly to her clitoris.
When he returned thirty minutes later Allene's whole body was coated in sweat. She'd stopped screaming a few minutes before and was only managing to pull feebly at her bindings. Her face was bright red, the pain and pleasure had driven her to the very edge of consciousness. She looked pleadingly at him through half closed eyes as muscular spasms passed across her stomach making her moan in pain. The vibrator had taken her enticingly close to orgasm and kept her there in a frustrating whirlpool of sensations. Bill quickly removed the vibrator and clamp, undid the straps and helped her to her feet. She swayed alarmingly, bending double as the pain swamped her again. She didn't speak, she didn't have the strength. A few moments later incredible relief surged through her as she noisily voided the fluid from her bottom. A very welcome hot shower and food followed. Once again aware of her nakedness she sat awkwardly on a kitchen chair as he looked at her with undisguised interest.
"Those big tits of yours must be sensitive Allene?"
"Yes Sir," she said, worried about what he might have in mind for her next. After fondling and squeezing them for a while he had he kneel on a leather topped stool with her hands clasped behind her back. His choice of instrument had her gasping at once, the soft leather whip caressing the magnificent breasts almost lovingly. Each stroke caused the heavy globes to wobble and swing, the rigid points stinging ferociously at each impact. Soon she began crying freely as the burning increased. Pleading with him made no difference. Fine red lines criss-crossed the firm orbs in every direction by the time he was satisfied. He only ceased the whipping when his penis was suitably hard.
Allene's bottom hole was extremely sensitive, she'd never enjoyed having it examined or penetrated but that afternoon she learned that her feelings in the matter weren't going to be considered. Kneeling in an easy chair with her elbows cinched tightly to her knees she was mortified when he first pushed himself into the tight passageway. Her most private place was rudely used for a very long time, his furiously stiff penis roughly plundering the pulsing hole. Spurts of semen filled her several times as he pumped himself again and again into the clenching entrance. He rested after each orgasm, looking at her body and running his hands freely over every inch of her skin, making sure he thoroughly investigated each hole fully until his cock stood excitedly to attention once again. Consumed with shame she couldn't believe how many times he regained his stiffness as she continued to sob in the depths of her humiliation. Unbeknown to her it was her cries and moans that spurred him ever onwards. He was determined that the afternoon would be one she'd never forget and in this he was correct. The depths she'd sunk to had surprised her but pain and pleasure are very persuasive tools if used correctly. By the end of the day she'd gladly have done anything to please him no matter how demeaning. So when he told her to clean his semi-hard cock with her mouth she hurried to obey. It was getting dark by the time she found herself entertaining him for the final time. Her concern about the exercise cycle without a seat was well founded. When he showed her the rounded pad with it's thick jutting dildo she still didn't understand what it was. It was only when he secured it to the cycles upright that she realised it was an obscene saddle that she was expected to sit on. Pedalling frantically, urged on by the strap, the motion of the saddle caused the dildo to move continuously within her. Wetness oozed from her hole, dripping down the shiny chrome frame. He forced her to come several times before she finally slumped totally spent over the handlebars.
Every part of her body felt bruised and sore as she slid behind the steering wheel and waited for him to open the gates. The journey itself was a nightmare. Bill wouldn't give her the vest and skirt back so she was forced to drive home totally naked. As the miles passed fluid slowly seeped from the twin holes between her legs providing a constant reminder of her truly awful day. Headlights passed her from time to time. She just hoped they couldn't see her striped wobbling boobs as they bounced and swung with the motion of the car. At least it was over now, she just prayed her husband wouldn't be tempted to make any similar wagers in the future. The thought made her shiver, goose pimples breaking out all over her body as she drove homewards through the dark night........