She stood with her legs apart, one hand made into a fist and resting on her hip, the other rocking a coiled whip back and forth through the air. The hard sole and spike heel of her boot had left a steady pain in Boyd's throat. Every beat of his heart seemed to throb there, reminding him that she would stop at nothing to master him. It was utterly humiliating to lie at her feet and allow the two women to strip off his clothes as Lucia had ordered them to do. Yet he dared not protest.
Fear of what might come flooded his mind. Common sense told him that Lucia was demented, that she meant him no good. He wanted out of this place and away from her. But how? How? Did he dare try to get to his feet again?
No. Once was enough! He'd already attempted to get up, when Lucia had taken her foot from his throat. What a mistake that had been! His scalp still ached from the vicious way she'd grabbed a handful of hair and jerked him roughly to his back again. Then the boot… right back onto his gasping throat! Lucia'd threatened to kill him then, had squatted down close and hissed it into his face. Slave, she'd called him, slave! Then she'd spat in his face and dared him to try and get up again before she told him it was permissible to do so.
Something inside Boyd had wilted when Lucia's sputum hit and spattered over his face. All hope of complete escape died at that very moment. Lucia'd watched his expression change, grinning satanically above him and laughing deep within her throat. She'd known then. They both had. She was Mistress, he slave. He was going to so do as she ordered, one way or another. She was the stronger willed, the dominant one, the Supreme female. His prick growing hard at the thought, he wondered if Lucia might let him lick her boots. He'd opened his mouth to ask and got a slap across the face before the first word formed.
One shoe came off as Bess pulled, then the other. His socks followed. Her eager hands gripped the cuffs of his trousers and tugged them down, dragging his shorts half off before the pants slid on down his legs and over his feet. Spraddle-legged, Bess walked on her knees back up to his midsection. Her fingernails dug sharply into his skin as she hooked trembling fingers over the waistband of his shorts. She jerked at first one side and then the other, working them down over his hips and buttocks.
His stiff dick flipped free and slapped against his lower abdomen. Oh God! If only Faith weren't here! She shouldn't see this, he thought. What would she think of him? How could he face her after this.
Raising only his head, he saw her across the room and gasped. She was taking her own clothes off. From the looks of it, she was not being forced to, but stripping of her own free will! Her dress was already off. Dirk had it draped over his arm. He was smiling at her as she worked her slip up over her hips and breasts. It went over her head, leaving her in only a tattered bra, panties, hose, and high-heeled shoes. She hung the slip over Dirk's arm with the dress, then turned for him to unsnap her bra!
Gone now were his shorts. Tanya was sitting on his thighs, pulling his arms and urging him to sit up. He looked up at Lucia, his eyes silently asking if he should. Lucia nodded. He let Tanya pull him into a sitting position and push his shirt back and down his arms. Her deft fingers found the bottom of his T-shirt and slipped it over his head as he raised his arms to help.
There he sat, naked, watching his wife wiggle out of her panties with Dirk waiting to take them from her. Even under these circumstances Faith looked like an angel. The hair at the edge of her pussy looked damp. Boyd knew his wife was aroused. It excited him to see that she was. He felt an urge to go over to her, to kneel between her legs and lick her cunt.
A hiss sounded behind him, a crack. Leather thongs bit into his bare back. Yelping at the unexpected blow, Boyd winced in pain and jumped up. He got as far as his knees when the whip cut into his flesh the second time. The blow was harder than the first, sending him off to the side and falling back to the floor. He rolled onto his back, staring up as Lucia loomed above with the whip poised once more. An insane look on her face, she brought it down expertly across his stomach. He screamed in agony, writhing as Lucia drew the snakelike leather rope slowly across his skin.
She teased him with it now, stroking the flexible whip back and forth across his stomach. Boyd glanced down and saw the red welt her blow had caused. His hand caught at the torture instrument in an effort to wrest it from her. Both his hands claimed it, pulling it from her as she struggled to hang on.
He seemed to be winning. Lucia was weaker than he was, after all. Using all his strength, Boyd pulled the whip hand over hand, dragging a furious Lucia ever closer to him. He had all the flexible part of the whip now in his possession. The stiff handle was only about eighteen inches long. Lucia clung tenaciously to her end, digging the spike heels of her boots into the carpeted floor and throwing the muscles of her legs into the struggle.
"Stop it, Boyd! You'd better quit fighting me if you know what's good for you!" Lucia barked.
Her hands were sliding up the shaft inch by inch. Finally Boyd had it all but the small portion her hands covered. The very end of the whip handle was made in the shape of a phallus. To that Lucia clung, the bulbous leather glans alone showing on her side of her hands.
A gleam coming to her eyes, Lucia braced herself as if she intended to exert all her power in one final effort to reclaim the whip from Boyd. Using leg, back, and arm muscles, she wiped the smile from Boyd's face by gaining back several inches of the handle. When he countered with all his might, Lucia merely let go of the handle and laughed out loud as Boyd hit himself in the mouth with the cock head.
While he was still seeing stars, she acted. The toe of her boot caught him directly in the butt. He wailed out and rolled onto his back. That's what she had been waiting for. Lucia let out a squeal of joy as she jumped in the air and landed with both feet planted firmly on Boyd's chest.
"No, Lucia… noo," Boyd pleaded.
But it did him no good. Her face glowing evilly, Lucia jumped up and down on Boyd's body. Her spike heels dug into his flesh brutally, leaving red splotches to mark where she'd walked upon him in utter domination. "Slave! Slave! Slave!" she chanted.
"Yes… yes, you win, Lucia. Aargh! Stop… please stop!"
Coming to a stop at the top of his chest, Lucia spat down into Boyd's face. "Pig! When you wish to address me, you'll call me Mistress!"
"Yes, Lucia… I mean, Mistress Lucia."
"That's better, dog. Now… what are you whining about?"
"I can't take it any more… Mistress. Please stop. Please."
"Is the filthy swine begging for mercy? Well are you?"
"Yes, Mistress… mercy. Dear God, have mercy!"
Quickly she squatted and slapped his face several times. "I am your God! If there is any mercy, I alone will give it. Do not call any name other than mine… understand?"
"Yes, Mistress Lucia… Yes."
"Lie still now. I have decided to favor you," Lucia said to Boyd, then turned and called for a washcloth.
In the back of the room was a partitioned cubicle enclosing a shower stall, a commode, and a wash basin. Bess, herself excited over the way Lucia had mastered Boyd so quickly, hurried into the bathroom and dampened a washcloth. She half ran across the room in her eagerness to please Lucia. "Here, Mistress. Here is the cloth," she breathed.
Smiling sweetly at Bess, Lucia said, "Well? Don't just stand there, you stupid little bitch! Wash his face!"
Licking her lips, Bess dropped to her knees and began rubbing the wet cloth over Boyd's face. "Are you going to do him the highest honor, Mistress? May I get my face up close and see it if you do?" she asked nervously.
Lucia reached out and pinched harshly at Bess' cheek, wringing her flesh until Bess began to whimper. "How many times must I tell you, bitch? When I want any suggestions from you, I'll ask for them." Lucia gave her cheek a final twist before she let go.
"I was just asking… that's all, Mistress," Bess whined.
"I haven't decided yet! If I do, then you can watch up close. Haven't you finished cleaning his face?"
"All done," Bess beamed, running the damp cloth up Boyd's face as she scooted backward out of Lucia's way. "Shall Tanya and I assist you?"
"Yes, and Harold, too. You all know what I expect of you."
Tanya and Bess each took one of Boyd's arms and stretched it out to the side. Then they squatted with one foot on his wrists and one on the back of his palm-down hands. Harold waddled over and plopped his fat butt down on Boyd's thighs. He sat just above the knees, one leg on either side of Boyd's and facing up toward Lucia's back.
"He's got a lovely peter," Harold exclaimed, leaning over till his face almost touched the head of Boyd's semi-rigid organ.
"You can suck it if you want to, Harold," Lucia told him matter-of-factly. "Just so you keep his legs pinned to the floor."
It was all the encouragement that plump Harold needed. He heaved a satisfied sigh and shifted himself to lower his mouth over Boyd's cock. His checks hollowed. His eyes closed contentedly. With one hand on the floor beside Boyd's left buttock and the other beside his right, Harold started doing four inch push-ups from his waist up, sucking and slurping as his head rose and fell.
Looking up in wide-eyed confusion, Boyd moaned, "Make him quit… don't let him do that!"
"Pay it no mind, slave. I have a treat for you that will make you forget what Harold is doing," Lucia said.
She stood up with her feet still on his chest, then stepped off with a foot on either side of his head. Hiking up her leather skirt, she squatted down again and brought her crotch hovering over his face. "Look at it," she ordered. "Look closely and study every inch. Are you looking?"
"I'm looking," Boyd answered, his voice quavering a bit.
"Wash it," she ordered. "Use your tongue. Get it nice and clean from one end to the other. Lick gently. I don't want to feel your teeth at all. If I do, you may regret it. A tongue bath makes me purr like a kitten. But teeth… don't let me know you even have teeth or I'll piss right in your mouth. Got it?"
"Oh God," Boyd moaned.
"There you go again," Lucia snapped, reaching down and twisting his ears painfully. "I told you that I'm your God. Don't forget it again! Now… lick me," she hissed, and pulled his face against her crotch by the ears.
Coarse cunt hair mashed against Boyd's lips. He opened his mouth and probed out with his tongue. Lucia tasted strong, unclean. She smelled of urine and sweat allowed to accumulate for several days. He gagged and drew his tongue back into his mouth.
"Lick! Lick, you bastard!"
He did. He was afraid not to, Lucia had made her threats good as far as he had tested them. There was no doubt in his mind that she wouldn't hesitate to urinate over his face if he displeased her.
"That's it, Boyd. That's a good slave. A little farther… put your tongue up my cunt a little farther… oohh… nice, nice. Wiggle it around now. That's it! Fine. More!"
The mouth on Boyd's dick was beginning to feel good. Lucia made so many demands on him, kept him so busy licking and tonguing her pussy that he almost forgot it was a man's mouth working at him. That tongue spinning around the crown of his dick! The suction – so harsh at times that cheeks pressed softly and hotly along his shaft! Smothering… Lucia had her cunt over his nose now, as well as his mouth. Some of her juices got sucked up his nostrils as he tried desperately to breathe. Coughing and sputtering, Boyd managed to turn his head enough to the side to catch a much needed breath.
"Did I feel teeth, slave? Did I?" Lucia demanded angrily.
"No, Mistress… no, I'm being very careful so that you will not."
"Get back at it, then. Half your job is now finished. Well done so far, slave. Now, here is your reward!"
Wiggling forward, Lucia brought her asshole to his mouth. Surely she doesn't expect that, thought Boyd. She couldn't expect him to do that!
But she did, and said so in no uncertain terms, "Lick my ass, slave. Consider it your dessert. Gently now. The tip of your worthless tongue first. Do it well. I leave you to wonder what will happen if you don't."
"Do it anyway," Bess pleaded. "Right in his mouth… do it, do it now! Men are such shitty creatures anyhow. Make him eat a turd as it comes out of your asshole. I wanna see it…"
"Shut up, Bess! One more word out of you and I'll make you suck his ass!"
Bess turned white as a sheet at even the thought of putting her mouth to a male's anus. Mouthing a hasty agreement, she shut her mouth and kept it closed, gladly.
"Now, Boyd," Lucia said. "Go at it nice and easy."
It wasn't nearly as repulsive as Boyd had expected. The odor and strong taste of Lucia's unwashed pussy had dulled his taste buds to the point that he barely distinguished the flavor of shit. He detected a heady muskiness, nothing more, and decided that Lucia must have left only her cunt unwashed for his degradation. Slowly he licked back and forth at the crack of her ass, letting the tip of his tongue jab a little deeper up into her asshole each time he passed it. It seemed to please her immensely.
"That's it, baby," she murmured softly, "That's it. Good. Very good. More tongue. Give me a little more."
Suddenly he wanted to please her very much. It was important to him that she feel pleasure. Serving her seemed right and natural, a part of him that she had brought awake. Being extra careful not to let his teeth touch her flesh, Boyd tightened his lips around her quivering anus. Alternately he sucked gently at the brown hole and jabbed in deep with his tongue. Her moans of pleasure spurred him on.
Doing her ass wasn't enough. She was Supreme, his Mistress. His cock threatened to explode inside Harold's suctioning mouth. Extending his tongue to full length, Boyd began to rock his head wildly back and forth, licking her asshole up to her cunt. Flicking her clitoris and then hurrying back to her anus.
"Oh, Boyd!" Lucia exclaimed breathlessly. "You're doing a wonderful job! Keep it up… keep it up and I'll make you the favorite of all my slaves," she promised, stiffening above his head and shutting her eyes as orgasm drew near.
Soft, spit-slick female crotch began to quiver out of control as Boyd went on licking furiously. Anything she wanted to do was now all right with Boyd, anything at all. Nothing was too good for her or too vile and belittling for him. He began muttering incoherently as he licked and jabbed with his tongue, urging Lucia to defile him, to piss on him, to expel a turd and mash it into his mouth, to come and press her fluttering cunt tightly over his face, to smother him as she climaxed.
Though his words were too jumbled to make out, Lucia knew from past experience what he was trying to tell her. The first waves of orgasm shooting out through her sweaty loins, she ground her cunt cruelly down over his face and pinned his head to the floor. Then, quaking in every extremity of her body, she hunched her crotch up and down, rubbing it over his entire face.
Cunt covered his eyes, asshole claimed the tip of his nose. Back down. Cunt over his nose. Clitoris flipping from side to side over the bridge of his nose just below his eyes. Asshole at his mouth, demanding a worshipful tongue be inserted as far as possible. Hot, wet mouth on his cock. Lucia wailed out above him, proclaiming her shuddering orgasm for all to see and hear. He couldn't breathe, was smothering. His cock exploded and sent jet after jet of hot come spiraling into the sucking mouth. Grunting. Fighting for air. A long time. Then it was over and Lucia was rolling off his face as the mouth left his cock.
Boyd lay gasping desperately for breath, dimly aware that Lucia was speaking to him. Finally he was able to make out her words. She wanted him to get up, to accompany her. Tanya and Bess helped him get weakly to his feet. Meekly he followed Lucia to the back of the room, his knees threatening to buckle with each step he took. She opened a door for him. He went through it. It was a bathroom, and Lucia was coming in with him. He turned to tell her that he needed no help, that he could manage for himself.
She paid him no mind. Taking his cock in her hand, she held it while he relieved himself into the commode. When he was finished, she led him by the cock into the shower stall. "I'm going to give you a nice warm shower," she murmured softly, "Sit down in the center of the shower."
"Sit down?"
"Sit down," she urged, pressing his shoulders until he obeyed. "Now. Put your arms around your knees and hold them up to your chest."
It seemed a strange way to take a shower, but he did as she directed. What was she doing? One booted foot came on either side of his buttocks. Leather rustled softly. Her smooth thighs brushed at his shoulders, then pulled out to the sides.
"Look up, Boyd," she coaxed.
He turned up his face obediently. Cunt met his gaze. She was standing over him, with her cunt just a scant few inches above his face. The lips of her lovely cunt relaxed and appeared to open slightly. Then it came bursting forth as Lucia laughed insanely above him. Hot and yellow and smelly! Urine! Gushing in torrents from her pussy and hitting directly into his face. He moaned mournfully, then opened his mouth.
The warm, yellow stream dwindled to a trickle, then stopped entirely. Lucia stepped from the shower. She was a blur, a ghostly outline. Boyd's eyes burned something fierce. He sat there in a huddle, drenched and smelly, waiting for Lucia to tell him he could get up. Water sounded in the sink, then stopped.
He could see better now, well enough to make out that she was washing the insides of her thighs and boots with a washcloth. Water sounded again before she rubbed the cloth back and forth over her crotch.
She came to the edge of the shower stall. The cloth hit him in the face and fell onto his knees.
"You're a sickening sight," she hissed. "Get up. Take a shower. When you're presentable again, come and find me. I've got more plans for you. Any objections, slave?"
"No, Mistress… none," he mumbled.
Her hand reached in and spun the cold water on to full force. It beat down on him, making him shiver and his teeth chatter as she jerked the shower curtain closed.
"Brush your teeth, too," she snapped. "There're extra brushes in the medicine cabinet."
Then her silhouette faded from the curtain. The spike heels of her boots sounded on the tiled floor. The door opened. It closed with a bang, leaving Boyd alone and wondering if he were completely insane.
The thought still plagued him several minutes later. He stood at the bathroom door, showered, teeth brushed, dried and clean. Why was he going back out to Lucia? Why was his heart beating faster as he wondered what she had in store for him next? It was unfathomable, yet so simple. She was his Mistress and he her slave. She ordered, and he now willingly obeyed. Accepting it with a sigh, Boyd opened the door and went in search of Lucia, ready and eager to submit to whatever evil scheme lurked in the depths of her devilish mind.
All of them, his wife, Faith, included, were clustered around a table. Each sipped at a drink and smoked a cigarette. He wondered at that. Faith had never smoked a whole cigarette by herself. Occasionally she took his and indulged in a puff or two, that was all. But now she had one going all to herself. It was a bad habit. He didn't want his wife to take it up. He bit his tongue. Now was not the time to complain about it.
He saw that they'd saved a chair for him as he neared the table. A drink was also waiting, he noticed, and a cigarette. Maybe his ordeal was over. Perhaps it had been on the order of an initiation, or something like that.
"Have a chair, Boyd," Dirk said friendly.
Boyd stopped behind the empty chair. Faith was sitting next to Dirk, between him and the big nigger. Her eyes looked different, funny. She smiled at him and half giggled. Boyd mistakenly assumed she was laughing at what had happened to him. She had seen it, all of it except the part in the shower, and Lucia had probably told them all about that. He couldn't meet her gaze. Mumbling a thank you to Dirk, he lowered his eyes and took his seat.
Looking down at the table, he picked up his drink and took a deep pull. The cigarette struck him as odd when he put down the drink beside it. It was handmade, rolled in brown paper.
"Smoke your cigarette, Boyd," Lucia said, her voice hostess-warm now. "It'll make the world look like a better place in a jiffy. I guarantee it."
He picked it up and held it between thumb and forefinger, examining it closely. He knew what it was now. Once or twice he'd seen cigarettes like this one when he was in the Navy. "Pot?" he asked.
"The best you can get," Buck said, grinning and slurring his words slightly. "A civilian friend of mine gets them for me when I ask him to. He don't say where… I don't ask. Smoke up, man. We done got ahead of you while you was in there cleaning up. Especially this sweet little gal of yours. This must be her first pot, huh? Man, oh man. She's really turning on – ain't you, honey?" he asked, turning to face Faith.
Faith turned her smiling face to Buck's. "You know it, Black Daddy," she giggled, looking into his eyes as her hand moved under the table. "Ooooh," she sighed, closing her eyes in rapture. "That turns me on, too!"
"Is black gettin' more beautiful, baby? You wanna get you some of it?"
"Mmmm-hmm! I always heard black dick was the best. You gonna prove it to me, Daddy?"
"Hooo-weee, yes!" Buck yelled happily, taking Faith's face between his big hands and kissing her full on the mouth.
Boyd started to get up, to protest and go around the table and jerk them apart. Then he saw Lucia's sternly disapproving glare, and sat meekly back down, trembling as he sipped at his drink. His wife's mouth opened. She sucked in Buck's tongue and sighed longingly, locking her mouth to his as her cheeks hollowed in suction. Boyd's glass chattered as he put it on the table.
After what seemed like an eternity to Boyd, Buck pulled his thick, brown lips from Faith's puckered mouth. His big hand took hers and moved it up to her mouth, putting the half-smoked cigarette to her lips. "Suck some more pot, baby. Being high on grass makes fuckin' so much better! When you're way up there… when you come when you're way high… Lordy! Seems like it just goes on forever and ever! Makes you think you gonna die for sure and don't care even if you does! Suck it, Faith baby, suck some more stick!"
Squinting her eyes against the harsh smoke, Faith closed her lips over the soggy end of her reefer. She sucked in loud and deep, pulling the smoke directly down into her lungs. Then she held her breath until her eyes began to bug before she exhaled a tiny puff of smoke. The rest had been absorbed into her system, the desired result.
"Jew see that?" she demanded proudly of all. "I'm gettin' the hang of it. Didn't cough once! How 'bout that?"
Boyd dropped his eyes as Faith brought the pot to her lips again. He heard her sucking harshly. Cursing under his breath, he picked up his own reefer and brought it to his lips.
"Allow me," a sickeningly sweet voice offered.
A lighter jumped under his nose and flashed to life. A hand moved the flame to the end of Boyd's cigarette and held it there as he puffed a fire onto the end of it. He inhaled a small puff and felt like it was ripping out his lungs. When he finished coughing, the hazy glow was already beginning to seep over him.
"Thanks," Boyd said, turning to look up the arm with the lighter. Harold smiled at him, his eyes dancing with admiration.