Sleeping between silk sheets was a sensuous experience for young Debbi. Fati had obviously been pleased with her sexual expertise. And already this rambling old house felt like home. For an instant, her mind saw Willie, but he was quickly relegated to the shadowy past. Like Cindy and so many people before her, Willie was nothing more to Debbi than a bad memory. A knock came to her door.
"Who is it!" Debbi called out.
"It's Kristine," came the reply.
"Come in," Debbi answered. The girl was not dressed in her leather mini dress as when Debbi had seen her last evening. She smiled warmly as she entered. The girl had a package in her arms.
"Good morning. Did you sleep well?" Kristine asked.
"Fine, thanks. What's in that bag?"
"Look for yourself. It's your working uniform," Kristine answered. Debbi took the package and removed the contents. Kristine looked wide eyed as Debbi inspected the leather halter. It felt somehow animal to her. It caused her flesh to tingle as it rubbed against the naked flesh of her arm. The miniskirt was very short.
"Try them on. Go ahead," Kristine urged, her eyes glaring with anticipation.
"All right," Debbi answered. For a moment she felt shy about stripping in front of the girl, but she quickly overcame this feeling. She stepped out of bed and dropped her negligee to the floor. Kristine was eyeing her naked flesh and her breath had increased noticeably. Debbi hesitated for a moment. It was intended to tease.
"Go on. It'll feel super," Kristine urged impatiently. Debbi let out a soft laugh and put on the garments. Her nipples immediately hardened at the feel of the leather. The skirt felt exotic around her hips.
"Press it into your puss," Kristine suggested, boldly taking Debbi's hand and moving it against the fabric. The first contact of the leather on her cunt lips sent a shiver up Debbi's spine.
"It's lovely," Debbi commented. She idly continued the rubbing even when Kristine removed her hand.
"So are you, darling Debbi," Kristine murmured dreamily. She kissed Debbi fully on the mouth. Debbi felt wildly horny, and she responded. In an instant, Kristine had her mouth under the leather skirt and was sucking Debbi toward a quick orgasm. The slippery tongue of the girl thrilled even her asshole in a forbidden exploration. Debbi could only gasp at the pleasure of it.
"Come," was all Kristine said, from under the skirt.
"Oh yes!" Debbi answered, feeling the wave of orgasm washing her womb. It was gentle, but satisfying. And Kristine stayed with her to the end.
"Nice, my Debbi," Kristine said. She rose and gave Debbi a kiss. The girl was a few years older than Debbi, but she seemed childlike. Debbi too felt like a little girl who had just done something naughty. And she wanted to taste the sex of her
new and intimate friend.
"Oh no," Kristine warned, gently moving Debbi's head away. "We mustn't be too long or Magda will get angry. We have a client coming after breakfast. We'll have much pleasure then."
"All right. But I've got to love you," Debbi said. The smile of the girl told Debbi that it would suit her just fine. And Debbi knew she would never get lonely for some tender loving. This was another added bonus of her new world.
"Take that off now. I'll have boots for you later. But first breakfast," Kristine said, smiling with unsatisfied longing as she helped Debbi undress. The girl followed Debbi into the bathroom and watched her urinate.
"You make a nice, long stream. I'd like you to do that over me some time, if you wouldn't mind," Kristine said.
"You mean you'd want that?" Debbi asked, finding the notion disgusting. But she didn't express her sentiment for fear of offending her new friend.
"Oh yes, I like that very much," Kristine answered. Debbi didn't comment, but finished dressing quickly and went down with Kristine for breakfast. Magda and Fati were already at the table.
The breakfast was another elegant meal. There was a selection of meats and several varieties of eggs and pancakes. Debbi was hungry, so she ate heartily. The others were completely silent throughout the meal. Everyone waited for Fati to speak before settling into a more relaxed, social mood. Debbi followed the lead of the other two women.
"Good morning. I hope that everything is ready," Fati commented, lighting up a long cigar.
"Certainly," Magda answered. She had been watching Debbi, and her intense look made the girl feel slightly uneasy. Kristine was obviously simple-minded, but she had an admiration, probably bordering on fear, for Fati and Magda. Debbi noticed this and was impressed by it.
"Excellent. Then our guest will find it convenient in an hour. You can set up the last-minute preparations," Fati said. His tone expressed confidence in his position of authority. He ran the house and his dictates weren't about to be challenged.
"Girls, you heard Mr. Fati. Get dressed, both of you. Then, Kristine, you bring Debbi to the chambers," Magda ordered very firmly. Debbi followed when Kristine rose.
"I'll see you in a little while," Kristine said, giving Debbi a quick peck on the mouth. Kristine then disappeared in a room down the hail.
Debbi entered her own room and immediately stripped. She was actually shaking with excitement as she hurriedly got into her outfit. There was a pair of high, black leather boots near the bed and Debbi stepped into them. When she had finished lacing them, she stood admiring herself in front of the full-length mirror.
Debbi wondered what deliciously horrible things they would do to the man. The whipping of Mrs. Smyth's boy would probably be nothing in comparison to what would happen here. Mr. Fati said that all the males who come as clients were connoisseurs of pain. As such, they would probably demand as bizarre a treatment as any Magda could conjure up. Debbi would soon witness for herself just what went on in this house.
"Let's go, Debbi," Kristine's voice urged from the hall. Debbi joined her wad the two girls went
down a long and winding staircase. Debbi was amazed to see a large room which seemed the size of the entire circumference of the house. The room was loaded with tables and various ugly, yet fascinating, devices. Kristine was determined to give Debbi a tour before Magda arrived. Debbi understood from the girl's behavior that when Magda arrived, everything would be strictly business.
"Over here is the rack. We can stretch them out a bit," Kristine giggled, pointing to a medieval device that Debbi remembered reading about in her history courses in high school. Debbi never would have believed that they still existed and were operational.
"Do you actually put someone on it?" Debbi asked in astonishment. Her pulse quickened as she imagined how painful it would be for the victim.
"Of course," Kristine answered.
"Don't they scream?"
"Oh yes. Quite a bit, in fact. But they can howl all they want. The room is completely soundproofed," Kristine explained, rubbing her hands on the leather seat of the couch.
"What are all the tables for?"
"We put the men on them and use all kinds of devices for their discomfort," Kristine explained. Debbi walked over to a chair.
"What's this?"
"We call it our electric chair. We use it only for very special clients. We put the man in and are able to restrain him in a painful way. Then we put a current through him and cause him great pain. And the best thing is there are no nasty marks, like from a whipping. A lot of men want this type of discipline so they won't have to explain the welts. But I like to use the whips myself," Kristine confessed, stopping by a large series of cabinets
that had over fifty different styles of whips in them. Large cases also were lined up against the wall, containing manacles and chains, as well as large canes.
Both girls turned when they heard footsteps on the stairs. It was Magda. And she was dressed in the same exotic uniform as they.
"I see little Kristine is giving you the tour," Magda commented, stopping in front of Debbi. "You look ravishing. The men will be glad to see you. Do you like men? I mean, sucking their cocks and letting them fuck you?"
"Yes," Debbi answered. She hoped it wouldn't be held against her.
"Good. You see, Kristine is very good at making men suffer, but a bit squeamish about touching them in certain ways," Magda explained. Debbi noticed that Magda was in every way a sexy woman. Though at least fifteen years older than she, the woman looked exciting. Especially in her daring leather outfit.
"I also like to give them pain," Debbi said defensively. Somehow, liking sex with men did not seem as honorable as beating them and making them suffer. At least in this unique environment.
Debbi wondered if the woman was a lesbian like Kristine. Perhaps she was even Fati' mistress.
"The man coming today is one who likes sex more than pain. In his mind he feels it is delicious to be put into submission and beaten, but in reality he doesn't Like it," Magda explained, taking a whip from the rack and swishing it through the air.
"Then why does he come?" Debbi asked. The question sent Magda into raucous laughter.
"My, you are naive. He has to come. He's compelled by something in his nature. No matter how badly he's treated, he'll always beg to come
back," Magda explained. "Now, you'll both do exactly and only as I say. I have to maintain proper order during a disciplining. Is that understood?"
"Yes," both girls answered in unison. Magda turned as she heard footsteps. The girls followed her gaze and saw a meek-looking man of about forty slowly coming down the stairs.
"Girls, it looks like we have a visitor," Magda said, a wicked gleam coming to her eyes. She swished the whip several times to. make her appearance even more menacing. The man hesitated for a moment, then came down the stairs.
"I don't know about this," the man said. He was definitely having second thoughts about entering.
"You do too. You know you need a nice stretching. Besides, you'd like a piece of that, wouldn't you?" Magda asked, laughing as she indicated the sexy and exciting Debbi.
"That's sweet," the man commented.
"Good. Girls, help him strip," Magda ordered. Both girls flew to the task. Kristine undressed him roughly. She yanked his underwear down over his semierect dick.
"Easy, dammit," the man winced. But he made no move to stop them. His hand reached out to feel the leather mini dress on Debbi. Then it strayed to her thigh.
"First a little whipping. Kristine, you do it, while our friend eats out Debbi. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Kristine put the man down into a low crouch on the floor. Debbi sat on a cushion, spreading her legs out as far as the fabric of the skirt would allow. The man crawled the short distance until he could bury his head under Debbi's skirt.
"Whip him!" Magda ordered. Immediately, Kristine fell to her task. She had a small, thin
switch that made an ugly sound as it smacked against the bare flesh. The man sucked hard at Debbi's cunt, groaning out in pain as each lash fell on his bared buttocks. Kristine was working like a tigress. Her blows fell 'ow, dangerously close to cutting his balls. She used every ounce of strength in her small frame to bring maximum pain to the man.
"Enough, Kristine!" Magda ordered, her voice sounding shattered. Debbi regretted having his mouth pulled away by $ristine. But the gleam in the woman's eyes told Debbi they were far from finished. The man lay in a heap on the concrete floor. Debbi walked behind him to survey the damage. The thin whip had bloodied his ass with deep, clean incisions.
"Now a Little stretching," Magda said. Kristine motioned Debbi to help her get the man up and lead him to the rack. They had him lie on the soft fabric, and quickly fastened his arms and feet to the device. Then they stood back and eagerly awaited instructions.
Debbi knew that Kristine was hot for a come. Her own body was burning. The effect of having a man scream in pain while he ate her was devastating. Magda removed her own skirt and exposed her naked ass. The lips of her cunt were puffed up and juicy, and she boldly worked a finger between them. Debbi watched fascinated as the older woman began to masturbate.
"Should I get the cock? It'll help," Kristine offered. Magda did't take her eyes off the man lying helplessly on the rack. She merely nodded her head and went back to her finger play.
"I don't know if I want this. Let me up," the man ordered feebly. Debbi was slightly aggravated with him for disturbing her as she watched the
woman jerking herself off.
"Shut up! You know you want it," Magda said. Her comment silenced him. She seemed confused by the disturbance, but quickly regained her bearings when Kristine brought her a large cock.
"Is that real?" Debbi asked in disbelief.
"Of course," Magda laughed in reply. "It was cut off a man just as he thought he'd orgasm. Then it was stuffed." The thought sent a shudder through Debbi, but it seemed deliciously perverted.
"It looks great," Debbi commented, watching several inches of the cock slide into Magda's churning cunt. Kristine was watching wide eyed, actually drooling as she imagined herself eating that delectable snatch.
Debbi followed Kristine's lead and did nothing. The silence of the room was disturbed only by the occasional groans of discomfort from the man and the squishy sounds of passion as Magda coupled with the stuffed dick.
"This thing looks so small," Debbi commented, playfully holding the man's limp dick in her hand. She exerted light pressure on the glans and it caused the man to gasp.
"Let me off of this and I'll give you a fucking you won't forget," the man vowed.
"Oh no. You've got to be stretched a little first," Debbi retorted, getting fully into the spirit of this delightful game.
"That's right. Crank him up a little. Play with that little dickie, Debbi," Magda laughed hoarsely. "See if you can make a monster out. of it."
"This little thing? Hah, it wouldn't scare anyone," Debbi commented, feeling the cock start to grow under her fondling.
"I'll crank him up," Kristine warbled, beside herself with excitement. She quickly went to the
control and turned it up a notch. The rack creaked noisily and the man winced in slight pain as the mechanism drew his arms and legs tight. Debbi watched fascinated as the second turn brought a grimace to the man's face. The third turn of the wheel brought forth a scream from the victim.
Debbi took the man's half-hard cock in her mouth and bathed it with her warm saliva. The man grunted in pleasure, but the burning at his joints was growing into a continuous, agonizing pain. Debbi looked up to see Magda pushing her cunt open wider with the huge dick. She finally jammed most of the monstrous dick deep inside of her.
Kristine was not idle. One hand was busy at her own crotch under her leather skirt. Her expression was one of pure bliss, as her fingers played in the gooey lather of her worked-up pussy.
"Crank him! I can feel it coming!" Magda ordered, her hips bouncing about on the sofa as the delicious sensations coursed through her body.
"Urrgghh! Please no more!" the map screamed as the wheel made its fourth turn. He was stretched to a very uncomfortable posture and his joints felt as though they'd be severed any second. Debbi kept up her sucking, finally bringing the man to full erection. Her fingers deftly rubbed his balls to keep up the stimulation.
"Oh, it's so good!" Kristine wailed, stopping for a minute to puU off her dress. Kristine expertly used two fingers to open the vestibule, so her longest finger could stroke her inner lips and hard clit. It was obvious that both women would soon be coming.
"How do you like it?" Debbi asked the man, a wicked smile on her face as she talked to his cock. Her hot breath teased it.
"Puck it! Let me off this god dam thing, you bitches!"
"You bastard!" Kristine answered, making the fifth turn of the wheel.. The man screamed a blood-curdling cry of utter torment at this further torture. Debbi didn't like his comment either, so she grabbed extra hard at his erect prick. But she stopped herself from inflicting too much pain, lest his cock lose its full erection. The wetness between her thighs had to be satisfied. And she needed a hard cock to satisfy it.
"Can I fuck him?" Debbi asked. She was determined to make certain she didn't overstep her privileges, even in her urgent need.
"Yes. Certainly, fuck him to death," Magda answered, appearing excited at the prospect. Kristine's fingers glistened as she worked a frantic finger deep into her moving crotch.
"Now, we'll see," Debbi commented to the man. She removed her own skirt. In boots and leather
– bra she was a tempting sight to behold, and the pain-ridden man strained his head to see. She laughed in pleasure and climbed up on the table to get in position. As her weight shifted over him, he cried out in renewed agony at the extra strain put on his joints.
"It's gooey for you, baby," Debbi laughed, knowing the man was torn between the valley of pain and the mountain of pleasure. She bent down until her boots were rubbing against his thighs. She fingered the cock, rubbing the copious flow of juice over the cap of the prick. Then she fit the head between her pulpy and well-greased cunt lips. Her weight dropping on him brought him to the breaking point.
"Christ! Oh no!" the man wailed senselessly, the additional weight making his joints ready to tear.
Debbi enjoyed his extreme discomfort. Her cunt muscles did not allow his cock to lose any rigidity as they kept clamped tightly about their prisoner.
"Fuck, fuck, flick," Debbi laughed, beginning a vigorous motion that made the man start a series of screams. Debbi felt an intense orgasm building within her. It was inspired by the fact that the man was no longer receiving pleasure. It was now only pain. For once, Debbi did not have to be concerned with seeing another's pleasure. She was using the man to satisfy her own hunger. It was the way others had used her.
"Take it, fucker!" Debbi howled. She was in complete control. She was the master. She could give extra pain to the man by taking only pleasure for herself. This was the world she wanted. This was to be her home.
"Eight turns can rip a man's arms and legs off," Magda said, pushing the mummified dick in and out of her soaking snatch in a vigorous mimic of a fucking motion. "Give him another turn."
"Wit pleasure," Kristine said, turning the wheel. The unbelievable sound that came from the man's throat was so horrible as to sound non human. It so shocked Debbi in its intensity that she froze for a second. She actually expected to see the man. ripped apart, leaving her fucking a limb less body.
"One more turn, Kristine. Then I must have you. I must finish!" Magda warbled crazily. Kristine cranked it once more and the sound from the man's throat was only muted gurgling. He was choking violently on the saliva in his own throat. Kristine flew to her mistress, her mouth fastening itself to the woman's clit as the obscene spectacle fully unfolded before Debbi's eyes.
"I'll come too," Debbi whispered to herself,
violently flinging herself down on the man. She used extra force, actually hoping to see his joints ripped apart. But the man wasn't making any more noise.
"Scream, you fucker, scream!" Debbi commanded, pounding ha fists on his chest. The howls that followed were music to her ears. His throbbing dick told her he was beginning to come. But she still had one more thing she wanted to do. She reached behind her and gave the man's hanging balls a hard squeeze. She squeezed until she felt certain the sac must burst.
"Oh, oh, my God!" the man shouted, his seed jetting hotly out of his tormented cock. It came with such force that Debbi could feel the semen pounng up deep inside of her: She released her death grip on his balls and dug her fingers into her cut as her orgasm overcame her. The sweet thrills of release made her brain seem to disolve and flow down her spine to her groin.
As Debbi came down from her peak, she heard Magda screaming out her joy. The woman thrashed about in the powerful sensation of coming, then lay perfectly still, too stunned for the moment to attend to the desperate needs of Kristine. The girl was too far gone to care about anything but her own long-awaited climax.
"Please help me!" Kristine begged to Debbi. The girl's clawing at her own eunt told Debbi it was an emergency. She didn't fail her new friend who had been so good to her earlier.
Debbi immediately jumped off of the man and rushed to the girl; She buried her mouth at the girl's steaming crotch. It 'was a dedicated procedure, but Debbi was finally able to nurse the elusive come from the girl.
"Oh, I'm making it!" Kristine shouted in joy at
her peak. She went wild as both Debbi and Magda had done, cursing freely and thrashing about like an insect on a pin. Finally all of the come had flowed out of her, and Kristine collapsed along with the other two women. All of them rested on or near the sofa as they tried to catch their breath.
"Oh, please let me go!" the man groaned, reminding them that they were not alone in theft lesbian paradise. Debbi got up and walked toward the helplessly bound man. Her crotch and inner thighs were soaked with the sperm that he'd shot into her. Debbi teased her fingers into his sweaty hair. Then she walked about the table.
"Perhaps we should let him go," Debbi suggested, smiling her wickedest smile at her sisters in torment. The laughter of the other two far exceeded his earlier screams of pain. And the hopeless look in the man's eyes increased as Debbi joined them in laughter.