For days now Mary had been having fun with her captives. She had fed them regularly but had never released them. Not even her mother was freed. But lately, Mary was becoming bored. Everything was done in the same old fashion. She was bored with being the leader. She didn't even want sex any more! She thought about letting one of the women free and becoming her prisoner.
Mrs. Hayes was the likely candidate. Mary did not want to tell the woman that she was placing herself in her power; that would spoil the fun. She arranged it so that it looked like she had been deposed. Mrs. Hayes fell easily into the trap. She was happy with her victory. She led Mary to the pillory and locked her inside. Already Mary felt the surging current of sexual excitement claim her. This was what she needed, to be dominated. To be immobilized and controlled. She knew that the other woman was enjoying the beauty offered her by her vulnerable buttocks. Mrs. Hayes was trembling with excitement. She allowed her hands to float over the naked backside. All of this lovely flesh we at her mercy. She was elated. As she stroked the fine ass, she kissed it delicately.
Mary began to moan. Her body moved and squirmed, the strokings and kisses were getting her hot.
Mrs. Hayes' tongue slipped between the hot cheeks of the girl's ass and licked over the beckoning anus. Mary groaned with want. The tongue played at the anus for a few seconds and then liquidly began pushing inside. Mary sighed.
The hot tongue buried itself within the juicy rectum. Mrs. Hayes' fingers slid down the girl's body and caressed her cunt. She slipped three fingers inside the juicy sheath and massaged the swollen clitoris with her other hand.
Mary was in extreme ecstasy. The whole procedure was deliciously erotic. She came savagely, grunting and moaning uncontrollably.
Sometime later Mrs. Hayes surveyed her domain. She now was the mistress. She could not believe that what she was now had always been inside of her, repressed, for all of these years. In any event, she was now enjoying a new sexual freedom which she never thought existed. She was happy.
She turned her attention to the men. Mike was going to be her first victim. Mike had become very complacent under Mary's tutelage. He had been transformed into a nice boy. He had learned to obey. The night stick had been taken from his rectum.
Mrs. Hayes stroked the man's ass. Soon the man was experiencing sexual excitement. She reached around his body and felt for his cock. She found the organ standing stiff and erect. She marveled for a moment about people who were unaware of their true nature: here was a policeman, an authority figure who in reality wanted nothing more than to be dominated sexually by a woman, any woman!
She pulled on the policeman's cock while she began sticking a finger up his asshole.
"Aahhh… ooohhhh," the man moaned. "Oh, do that, you fuckin' bitch!"
Mrs. Hayes was moved by the man's comment. He talked to her as if she were a whore. A man had never begged her to pleasure him before.
The man's body began jerking involuntarily forward. She held his cock firmly, pushed her finger deeply into the man's rectum. The man cried out and his cock gushed its load of hot come into Mrs. Hayes' waiting fist. When the spasms had stopped, she brought her hand to her mouth and licked up the semen.
Mike went limp. He breathed a heavy sigh. It was the most delicious orgasm he had ever had. He would allow the woman to do anything to him as long as she produced that kind of pleasure for him again.
Mrs. Hayes moved to Mary's father. What could she do to him?
Mary's father has not been pleasured in several days. He had been tied to the wall and had been forced to hear the sexual goings on of the others but he was not given release. He was ready to burst. As soon as the woman began stroking his ass, his cock sprang to attention. The woman reached around and grabbed ahold of the wonderful organ. This time she was not going to get her meal second hand. She positioned herself between the man's legs, her face to his crotch. Already the man was wild with excitement. His hips bucked and jerked like a fucking dog. He wanted to bury his prick in some hole, any hole. Mrs. Hayes had a hard time feeding him into her anxious mouth. Finally she gobbled in his rampant rod. Both of them moved and strained against one another. He forced nearly his whole cock into her mouth and throat. She followed his movements with her own. She dug this animalistic treatment. Mrs. Hayes was turned on by the fact that she was a willing receptacle for his unrestrained lust.
A cry of release burst from Mary's father and he jammed his spurting cock deep into Mrs. Hayes' throat. Her mouth overflowed with his come. Her hands flew to her lips to capture the escaping fluid. Afterwards, she licked her hands clean.
Mrs. Hayes had not yet come herself. She had relieved the passions of the two men and gotten nothing for herself! She stood up and looked around. She decided to free Mrs. Julian. She begged Mrs. Julian to tie her to the overhanging whipping apparatus and whip an orgasm from her. Mrs. Julian was quick to comply with the woman's wishes. Once she had Mrs. Hayes tied securely, she examined the woman's pussy. It was sopping wet. She touched it and Mrs. Hayes moaned, throwing her head back in lustful agony. She pleaded with Mrs. Julian to bring her off.
Mrs. Julian stood back and admired the hanging woman. For an older woman her body was in superb condition. Her breasts were full and taut. Her belly was smooth and tight. And her legs were long and exquisite. Her rump was magnificently round and full, a rear which just begged to be flogged.
The woman's pussy was a sight to see. The hairs were light and curly. There were no knots or tufts. Some of the hairs glistened because they were wet with vaginal secretions.
Mrs. Julian was jealous of this woman's beauty. She would punish her for being more beautiful than herself. She raised her hand which held the whip and lashed at the woman's behind.
"Owwwwhhhhh!" Mrs. Hayes screamed.
The whip slashed into the woman's rear again.
"Ouch!"
The whip sang as it bit into the woman's ass again and again.
"Ohhhhhh… my… ohhhhhh, please whip my cunt!" Mrs. Hayes cried.
Mrs. Julian raised the whip and then lashed at the woman's steaming pubic area. Mrs. Hayes cried out in pleasure/pain. She pulled and turd at her bonds. Her body flailed and jerked. Her head towed and turned. Her face was screwed up in a grimace of exquisite pain. And as the whip lashed her cunt again, her body convulsed with orgasmic joy.
"Aaaggghh…" she sighed as peace claimed her body once again. She sank into her bonds in pure contentment. "Thank you," she groaned as she smiled at Mrs. Julian.
Mrs. Julian had watched Mrs. Hayes have her fun with the males, and she thought that she too should have a go at the cocks. Now that she considered herself to be totally warped, she had no inhibitions concerning the boy. She moved to the bed. She gazed down at the boy. He looked up at the older woman. A surge of sexual current moved through his groin.
As she sat down on the bed, Mrs. Julian let her hands float over the guy's body. The boy smiled up at her. She drew her fingers over his belly and into his crotch. She watched excitedly as the boy's cock began to swell. Taking it in her hand, she began to squeeze it lovingly. She moved her head downward, closer to his groin. Her tongue licked over her lips as she anticipated the act to come. She touched the tip of his cock with her warm tongue, tickling the little eye lightly. The boy panned softly as his prick was enveloped by her mouth. She drew the large organ deep into her oral cavity. She commenced to suck it yew slowly, very sexily. The feel of the large tube in her mouth turned her on. She began playing with her cunt to assuage the fires of lust which had been stoked within her body.
Exquisite pleasure flowed through the boy's body. He groaned and moaned in sweet agony. Mrs. Julian sucked his cock furiously, wanting his juicy come to fill her mouth. It wasn't long before the lad's body convulsed and his jerking prick jetted its contents deep into the older woman's sucking mouth. Mrs. Julian swallowed every precious glob and licked her lips when she had finished.
Looking down at the boy, she wondered what he thought of her. She ran her hands over his virile body, touching him here and there. The male body thrilled her and made her feel young. She felt good that she had pleased the boy. She felt more like a true woman.
"Did you like that?" she asked him.
"I really dug it," the boy answered.
Mrs. Julian now turned her sadistic wrath toward Mary's mother. Taking Mrs. Pussie from the pillory she threw the weakened woman to the floor. All the standing in the pillory had tired the woman's muscles. She could be handled like a rag doll. There was no tight in her.
The woman lay on the floor. Her hands flew to her face and she began to sob. Mrs. Julian kicked the crying woman on the backside.
"Ohhhhh!" the woman cried, and looked up at Mrs. Julian. How undignified her position was. How powerful the woman standing over her looked. She remembered, though, that she too had once occupied the same dominant position. What was power that it could so easily be transferred from one to another? For years she had deluded herself into believing that power was an individual tool. It wasn't. Anybody could be powerful.
Mrs. Pussie was startled by her insights. Her life had been a waste. She had always thought that she had been queen of her castle, but it wasn't so.
Mrs. Julian laughed, and began whipping Mrs. Pussie upon her back. The whipping then extended to the squirming woman's ass and thighs. Mrs. Pussie could feel the sexual stirrings arising from her inner being and spreading throughout her flesh. In her surrender she found pleasure.
As the whip kissed her lower body, Mrs. Pussie thrashed all around, letting the tongs find her whole body. The whipping was filling her body with exquisite thrills and pleasant currents. She lay on her belly and arched her buttocks upward, begging the woman to strike her there. The whip lashed the tender cheeks and Mrs. Pussie screamed out in pure joy. This was glorious. This was great. This was pleasure. This was the ultimate. Under any other circumstances she would not subject herself to another will. Only sexually would she surrender her individuality and become a thrashing and writhing mass of burning flesh.
The whip kissed her rear again, leaving a red mark across the jiggling cheeks. She screamed with the burning pain. Her hands flew to the wounded area. She felt the flesh, rubbed her scarred backside. The whip whistled through the air and attack her between the thighs.
"Ohhhhhh, not there, please not there! It hurts something awful! Please, mistress, don't beat me there!" Mrs. Pussie pleaded.
When her hands went to her cunt to soothe the pain, Mrs. Julian struck the whimpering woman across her ass again.
"Ouch!" Mrs. Pussie wailed. But as the pain mounted and burned within her, so too did her sexual passions rise. She was on the verge of coming. If the whip struck her cunt one more time she would come. Bravely she turned over onto her back. Her quivering lips forced a smile. The woman standing over her gazed down at the trembling woman knowingly. She raised the hand which held the whip. She noticed the involuntary arching of Mrs. Pussie's hips. She hesitated a few seconds. A suspenseful atmosphere was created. Mrs. Pussie's eyes closed. She waited.
With a whistle the whip moved through the air and cracked wickedly against the tender flesh.
"Ooohhh! Arrrggghh… aahhh!" the wriggling woman screamed, and then lay silent. Her body had been released of a tremendous pressure. The whip had struck her cruelly upon the cunt and had triggered an explosive discharge. Now she was exhausted.
Mrs. Julian kissed the wounded woman. She applied an ointment to the welts and savage bruises. Mrs. Pussie looked up at, the woman with childlike eyes. "Thank you, mistress," she whispered.
Mrs. Julian had not yet satisfied herself. She was in need of release. She allowed the woman a brief respite and then begged Mrs. Pussie to release her from her agony. She felt like a hut balloon wanting to burst. She wanted the woman to prick her and release the pressure within her. As she waited for Mrs. Pussie to regain her strength, Mrs. Julian began shoving the whip handle in and out of her own cunt. She played with her breasts, squeezing and tweaking the full nipples.
She needed someone to help her. She moaned and groaned in her passion. She begged and pleaded for help.
In a short time Mrs. Pussie rose to the occasion. She knelt before the frenzied woman, picked up the whip and said, "Now I am your mistress and you will be punished for your disobedience. I am going to whip you until you bleed. I will tear your cunt to shreds. My whip will rip your into pieces."
"Yes, mistress. Anything you desire. I am yours," and she fell to the floor and kissed Mrs. Pussie's feet.
Mrs. Pussie allowed the oral worship and then rose to her feet. She stood over the kneeling form, looking disdainfully at the groveling woman who only minutes before was the powerful one! The power was with her now and Mrs. Pussie decided that it would never leave her again. She made a promise to herself that she would surrender only when she knew that she could again reseat herself in the chair of power easily. In the future she would guard her throne more carefully.
After several days of playing queen of her castle, Mrs. Pussie became aware of the fact that her little world had to come to an end. She couldn't keep these people prisoners forever. A decision about what to do was needed. What could she do? She couldn't let the policeman and the policewoman go. She could let the others go. They wouldn't squeal and would probably come back for more of the same! But the police. They were the problem.
Even with her brutal nature, she wasn't a killer. What to do. She talked it over with her husband and Mary. Her husband was stumped for an answer. Mary said kill them. She didn't want her new-found happiness ruined by some stupid uptight police officials.
Mrs. Pussie was surprised with her daughter's answer. She did not believe that the girl could be so impersonal as to suggest murder!
"What is wrong with you, Mary? We can't kill them. What if we were caught? That would put an end to your new-found happiness," Mrs. Pussie said.
Mary was firm. She wanted them dead.
"No!" her mother insisted.
"Maybe they should just disappear," Mr. Pussie suggested.
Mary agreed. People were disappearing every day. Yes, they would keep them here and the outside world would believe that they had disappeared. They would then let Mr. and Mrs. Julian go because they knew that they wouldn't say anything. Johnny too could be trusted. Mr. and Mrs. Hayes could be trusted. Each had had their sexual fantasies fulfilled and they would be back for more.
Yes, that is what they would do. The very next day the task was accomplished. The others had been given their clothes and were told to return when they wanted some more fun. They all speed that they would be back occasionally.