Letha crossed the room and stood by the head of the other bed. Ellen Carver glared with both fear and loathing in her dark eyes. She was breathing hard, heaving her lush tits under the flannel of her frumpy nightgown.
"First that has to go," Letha said. "I want to see what you really look like."
She bent down and took a pair of bandage scissors from her kit. They were ideal for cutting off unwanted clothes.
Jim watched with a bemused grin as the beautiful masked Phantom began cutting his wife's ugly nightgown from the hem between her bound legs to the point of her quivering chin.
"She's ruining my nightgown!" Ellen cried.
"It doesn't matter. After this, you're going to wear sexier outfits to bed. A filmy black baby-doll would be nice. Something low cut to show off those luscious big tits you don't like to have touched."
Ellen groaned. The gleaming chrome scissors had just reached her crotch. She felt the press of cold steel against her shivering skin.
"Hhhmmm," Letha said admiringly, "your cunt hair is almost as black and silky as mine. And what a thick, hash and luxurious bush it is! I can hardly wait to bury my face in your hairy crotch!"
Ellen hissed and her body strained. The black strands binding her wrists and ankles creaked and groaned. She shivered, tossing her head in despair.
The scissors snipped up the length of her belly and cunt over the woman's huge tits. They passed through a deep soft cleft, a narrow canyon of creamy warm flesh.
"You've got tits like two over-inflated balloons," Letha said with a smirk and a swipe of her tongue. "And what delicious-looking big nipples. They're as big and ripe and plump as cherries!"
Ellen cringed, blushing with shame and shivering with revulsion. When the front of her nightgown was open completely, Letha grabbed the heavy cloth and yanked it out from under Ellen's trembling body.
"You're beautiful in the nude!" she said. "I can't believe any woman would want to hide a body like that."
"I don't believe in making a spectacle of myself."
"A spectacle? You're an extravaganza! A veritable feast of luscious curves!"
Ellen whimpered. "Do-do you think so, Jim?"
"I always have. Too bad you never wanted me to enjoy the bounty."
"I want you now! Please make her stop! Don't let her do this to me!"
The black-clad woman with her haughty sharp tits exposed was climbing up on the bed. She straddled Ellen's strickened face and spread her dripping wet cunt. A pearly drop of jism fell on the tip of Ellen's nose.
"Ugh!" she snarled, shaking her head violently to dislodge it.
Letha lifted her knees and fanned the woman's dark-brown hair around her head. Then she knelt back and pinned the soft waves beneath her knees, binding her so that Ellen couldn't toss her head.
"If you want that bead of cum off your nose, you'll have to lick it," she said.
"I won't! I-I can't. My tongue won't reach that far."
"Ooooh, then I'll have to drop some on your lips."
Ellen cringed and clamped her mouth tightly shut. Letha made humping motions and jiggled cum from her over-filled cunt. Gleaming drops dotted Ellen's tautly indrawn lips.
"Open up," Jim said. "Get used to the taste. You've got twenty years of not sucking my cock to make up for. You're going to be living on a diet of hot prick from now on."
Ellen made fierce gurgling noises through her closed lips.
"Make her open her mouth, Jim. Your precious cum is running off her lips. I want her to taste it, not waste it."
"How the hell can I make her open up?"
"Look in the black bag. I'm sure you'll think of something."
"Oooh, yeah! My God, that leather satchel is a storehouse of kinky treats. What the fucking hell is this? An eighteen-inch rubber prick with a head on both ends?"
"Two heads are better than one," Letha told him. "As you can see, one appears to have been circumcised. The other had not. Which end do you want, Ellen? A bald headed cock like mine or one that wears a big cowl of foreskin?"
She wouldn't answer.
"That must mean she wants both," Letha said. "Bend it double and we'll soon see which end she likes best."
"Both? Oh, hey… she's got a real tight cunt. I'm not sure there's room for one shaft this thick."
"Then bend it like a U and give her one end up the ass. That should be a real thrill for her."
"No!" Ellen cried, forgetting that cum had puddled all over her clenched lips. "Don't put that awful thing in me! I've never had anything in my ass."
"You've never fucked your wife's luscious ripe ass?" Letha asked sadly.
"Hell, I have trouble enough getting into her cunt!"
"You won't have any trouble now. She's tied real tight. Tonight you can make up for all she's denied you."
Carver laughed wickedly. "That's going to take longer than one night! Get your cringy ass and cunt ready, bitch, you're about to get it in both ways at once!"
He bent the long dildo double and it started to purr, vibrating lewdly in his hands.
"Bending the shaft turns it on," Letha said, her eyes flashing behind her mask.
"It'll turn her on too," Jim said. "We've got to get some toys like this, Ellen."
Sticky-sweet cum was splattering all around her mouth, and twin pulsing fake cocks were being pushed into her pussy and ass.
Letha saw the woman's chest swell to power a blood-curdling scream. She squatted low to muzzle Ellen's wild cry with wet cunt. The woman sputtered and gagged, choking not only on the force of her trapped scream but also the slimy hot taste of jism.
"Hhhmmm! That's one way to get her mouth to move. Keep driving that double dick in. When it's rooted deep. I think her tongue will pop out."
"I don't know…" Jim began haying misgivings. "Look at the way she writhes and squirms. Those cords are chafing her skin. What I can see of her face is like a tight knot. She must hate me already."
"She probably does. And if you stop now, she always will. We've got to take her beyond pain to pleasures that she's never known."
"I sure as shit hope you're right!" Carver pushed the twin purring cocks in until the bottom of the U-bend was snug in the cleft between Ellen's writhing pussy and wringing tight ass. Her pussy was so shocked by stimulation that honey simmered from her slit and glossed her dense tangle of black pussy-hair.
"That's more juice than I thought she had!" Jim said.
"It's nice to see, but she's still keeping her mouth closed, Jim. Make her eat my cunt. Make her taste your cum. I know she'll want, more after that."
"Well, let's see what else you've got in that leather toy chest of yours. Hmmmnn, a cat-o-nine-tails. I haven't seen one of these since I was in sixth grade in a super-strict private school."
"Don't you think she deserves a few lashes?" Letha asked wickedly.
"Yeah, about twenty, I'd say. One for each year she's made my cock suffer."
"Go to it, Jim. Whipped pussy is like whipped butter, softer, sweeter, and easier to spread."
"Yeah!" He hurled his arm back and the nine leather tongues of the lash all hissed. Ellen cringed, and Letha could feel the woman's clenched lips squirm expectantly in her wet crotch.
The cat came down on the dome of her cunt with a loud crack. It was a whip specially made for mild discipline, with light thongs that would sting and smart but not permanently scar the skin.
"Harder, harder!" Letha said. "She hasn't licked my pussy yet."
"Come on Ellen. All the years you've been bitching at me, I thought your tongue would never stop wagging."
He lashed higher up and stung her big tits. A fan-like pattern of red welts blazed on her creamy melon-sized tits.
Ellen gave a muffled cry.
"That almost did it, Jim. I felt her tongue wiggle."
"Eat that pussy, Ellen. Show the Phantom what a big mouth you have!"
"Whip her pussy again. That dildo is making her cunt bulge. If one of the knotted tips hits that, she'll think her pussy and ass are both on fire!"
"Ha-ha!" Jim's arm blurred forward. The biting tongues of leather fanned all over Ellen's anguished pussy, but missed scoring a direct hit on her clit.
"Again!" Letha cried.
"Ooooh!" Ellen's muffled voice roared.
That time the stinging lash had hit her clit dead-center. Her lush body arched and writhed.
"Whip those big ripe nipples, Jim… left, right, left, right!" Letha chanted like a drill sergeant and Carver was happy to oblige.
Each crack of the lash made Ellen's body quiver more violently.
"I could shield your tits," Letha told her. "I could cover them with my warm hands." She did that and began to knead the lush tits, whipped hot until her large nipples felt like glowing embers.
Letha flicked her swollen tit crowns with the sharp points of her blood-red artificial nails. To Ellen it felt like live wires spitting sparks. Heat unlike the sting of the lash came from the flicking fingertips. It flowed into Ellen's heaving chest and made her moan with joy.
"There, you see? Your nipples are like magic sex-buttons to help turn you on. Whip her clit again for me, would you, Jim?"
"Oooh!" Ellen moaned. She shook her head even though that pulled her hair, trapped under the Phantom's bent knees.
"Would you rather have me kiss it?"
Ellen didn't know. It all seemed like hideous torment to her, but the black-clad woman's whirling fingers were sending delightful shocks of pleasure down her spine. Poor prissy Mrs. Carver feared pleasure more than she did pain.
"Lick my cunt, Ellen. Then I'll lick yours. My one tongue is much nicer than the vicious cat's nine."
Ellen's lips cringed, but her tongue wiggled out. It was flooded over with warm jism seeping down from above. The breathy-voiced woman bunched astride Ellen's head gave a raptured cry.
"That's it! Eat me! Thrust your tongue deep. Don't mind the taste of Jim's cum. You'll get used to it after a couple of gulps."
Ellen's mind rebelled, but her body didn't want any more whipping. She thrust her tongue with grim determination. Letha's delighted wail shrilled loud and long.
"Ooooh, Jim! Thank you. You made her do it! She's eating me and sucking your cum!"
"I just don't believe it!" Jim watched entranced, his cock starting to twitch and throb.
"I'm going to return the favor by licking her hot and wet for you. She'll be ranting and raving and begging you to fuck her by the time your prick gets hard again."
"You'd better hurry then. Seeing my luscious wife get hot is giving me a hard on that won't quit!"
"Ooooh, yes! And she's going to love it, aren't you, Ellen?"
Letha bent down, trailing the long black hair of her wig across the woman's writhing groin. She pulled the pulsing artificial prick out of Ellen's densely haired pussy. The buzzing in her ass stopped. Ellen heaved a sigh of relief.
But then warm lips sealed and sucked on the whipped bud of Ellen's clit and her body convulsed into tremors of joy she could not have imagined before. Her frenzied thrashing bent the exposed end of the dildo and started it humming in her ass again.
"Ooooh, God! I do like what you're doing to me!" Ellen sobbed. "You're turning me into a shameless wanton just like you!"
"You'll need a lot of practice to be like her," Jim said. "Her pussy knows every trick in the book!"
"Yes, it does," Letha said. Reading was part of a librarian's job, but she liked field research a lot better. She bored into Ellen's begging wet cunt with her tongue, then reared back and clamped her own hot cunt on Ellen's gaping mouth.
"Ooooh!" Ellen purred, getting used to the musky, salt-sweet taste. The woman's silky soft black cunt hair teased and tantalized Ellen's lips. It felt sensuously luxurious, like mink. Ellen hungrily dug her tongue into the wet, burning cunt and sucked on its puffed lips with all her might. Letha shrilled ecstatically. It felt like her eyes were being sucked back into her skull.
"Oh, Ellen! For a frigid wife who didn't taste cunt until tonight, you sure catch on fast!"
"I've got to make you cum and cum hard so you'll leave my husband to me!"
"That's the spirit! Make me cum before you do and I'll let you have him. He's working up another great boner that's going to drive one of us absolutely wild!"
"I want it!" Ellen snarled. "I'm going to whip your clit harder than he whipped mine!"
"Hhhooo, yes… what a tingly hot tongue you have! But yours is already whiplashed to the point of orgasm. You're going to cum first and climax all over my face!"
"No, your vicious mink cunt is going to cum all over my mouth. Your contractions are going to fill my mouth with Jim's tasty jism. Then he's going to fill my cunt and forget you ever lived. I watched all the clever ways you whirled your ass around to delight him. I can do those things as well as you. Maybe better! I have the tight cunt of a faithful wife… not the sloppy wet cunt of a whore!"
"You bitch!" Letha snarled, restraining a smile. She had Ellen going now and knew that she would give Jim Carver the great fuck he'd been waiting all his married life for.
"Your cunt is only so tight because it doesn't know what to do. You weren't even worth fucking until the Phantom got hold of you."
"Jim's cock is mine!" Ellen wailed. "You might have me bound hand and foot, but I'm going to bite your clit off and leave your pussy as cold and dead as mine used to be."
Letha screamed. The woman had really chomped down on her tender bud. Shocks like searing hot lightning bolts stabbed into her cum-filled pussy and made it gush like an oversized cock slit.
Ellen kept her teeth clenched, but spread her lips wide to suck in cum with her gulping breath. It gave her the wild look of a rabid dog. Her mouth foamed with silver-white froth and she still wouldn't release the Phantom's trapped clit. She lashed it with her tongue, back and forth, up and down. Letha screamed and howled, climaxing not once but three times on Ellen's face.
"Enough?" Ellen asked.
"Yes… oooh, God yes! Eat my cunt, but don't bite it off!"
Letha's sensitive bud of nerve ends had never been so ravaged before, her climaxes with another woman, never so intense. She had used fear and pain to inspire the once-frigid wife, now it was being used back on her.
"Please, I'll leave! Just let me go! God, you've made me climax three times already! You win… I know how much you want Jim's cock, and he does too!"
Ellen enjoyed her swelling sense of power. It didn't matter that she was bound spread-eagled on her bed. With a cry, she let Letha go.
Letha's clit was nipped bloody, sucked viciously hard and tongue-flailed to a fourth great climax that left her knees so weak she staggered home like a weary old drunk. She had to pause and rest several times, leaning against a shadowed wall.
Jim Carver was balling his wife's brains out by the time Letha had collected her things. Ellen was screaming joyously, bucking her hips and wiggling her finger up her ass.
"You're going to cum and cum again," she groaned as Letha went out the door into darkness. "You're going to give me more jism than you gave her if it takes us all night!"
At home, Letha tumbled into bed with a delighted sigh. She didn't have strength enough left to remove her bizarre costume. She threw herself down with her high, black cavalier boots on and fell asleep wondering if the lewd Phantom would ever find courage to strike again.