After bringing Kelli to the peak of release, both women, almost as if a signal passed between them, abruptly stopped their ministrations on the struggling flesh.
They stood up, pulled the enema syringe out of Kelli's ass and replaced it with a thick butt plug, holding the punishing fluids in her body.
"Enjoy you enema darling," Barbara said as they walked out of the bedroom.
"We've got a lot of plans to make. Don't worry, we'll be back to let you release it," Laura added.
"Sometime," they both said in unison.
Their smiles grew larger as they knew the torment Kelli would suffer, unable to expel the fluids.
"Oh, almost forgot," Laura added as she walked back in with a Polaroid camera.
She flashed several pictures of the bound and suffering Kelli, and tossed the camera on the bed, taking the pictures with her. She placed one picture next to Kelli's head. The tormented girl looked over and could see that there was no mistaking the subject of the picture.
Her face was clearly visible. "I might just have to put these up in the lunch room at the office," Laura sneered as she took the remaining pictures with her.
Kelli's wail of anguish rose in the room.
As Barbara and Kelli left, they each laughed at how they were able to turn the tables on the conniving, power hungry young real estate agent.
Unknown to Kelli, Craig Rush had come to his senses once more as did Barbara.
While Kelli was out knocking on doors in Rancho Cordova that afternoon, Craig and Barbara's lawyers reached an amicable settlement, and the divorce would be final in a week.
Also, Craig and Barbara both had signed a statement stating that no commission was to be paid to Kelli Stroud. They knew she could fight them on this if she wanted to as real estate contracts were pretty tight, but figured they would somehow find a way to make her agree.
With the pictures safely tucked away, Barbara knew now that Kelli wouldn't fight her at all.
She and Laura packed their bags, and took off together for the new home Barbara had purchased for her new life as the lesbian partner to the young Laura Conway.
Their love was so simple.
So pure.
None of the hatred and pain that she had experienced with Kelli.
The two women made love long and often, and each time it was sweeter than the last. Their's was a true, lesbian love.
Before leaving, they mailed the key to Barbara's house to the escrow company, and knew it would only be a day until they received it.
They tucked a little note inside with the key, telling them to make an immediate inspection of the house, especially the master bedroom as soon as they received the key.
They knew that Kelli wouldn't suffer any damage from holding her punishment enema for twenty four hours, and only wished they could have been there when the people from the escrow company found her tied to the bed, writhing in pain… and pleasure.
A month after the startled escrow secretary entered the Rush's home, Kelli was hauled before the Ethics Committee of the Board of Realtors and stripped of her license.
Without any means of support, she soon lost all of her toys, her possessions, her own quickly acquired wealth. She was last seen in the company of a stern looking biker woman, a bull dyke who loved to inflict pain and submission on her various love partners.
Kelli had degenerated into the role of abject sex slave, still looking for the perfect woman in her life.
She would never find her. She would only find a cruel sadistic woman, who would fulfill every depraved need she craved.
"You are a very beautiful girl, Laura," Barbara said as she softly stroked her young lover's arm.
Laura blushed again. "No, no, you're the one who is beautiful," she stammered.
Barbara laughed. "Tell me, what did you think of the way we left Kelli, honestly."
"Well, it served her right," Laura replied.
"I take it you didn't like that?" Barbara whispered, her breath now close to Laura's ear…
"I… I guess I didn't like her way of doing business, or the way she was treating you Barbara darling."
"You know what you like, I am sure. That is why I am so happy we're together." Barbara refilled Laura's wine glass.
As Laura watched Barbara walk to the kitchen for more wine, she looked at her longingly, again, as if for the very first time.
She was so tender with her.
So loving.
So incredibly sexy for an older woman.
Barbara Rush had such a beautiful and graceful walk, like a princess. Her long island skirt blew softly around the outline of her legs with each step she took and an occasional glimpse of white thigh protruded through the slit, fueling an immediate hot flash in Laura's stomach.
And the silken sheer blouse clung to those nipples which now were rock hard underneath the softly moving fabric.
Returning with two filled wine glasses, Barbara sat down again next to her young lover and spoke the words she never thought she would.
"Laura, darling, let's get married. I know a minister who will marry lesbian couples, and I want to prove to you that I will stay with you forever. I even want my name to be the same as yours. Barbara Conway. It has such a nice sound to it. Barbara Conway," she said as she enveloped the pretty girl in her arms, and kissed her deeply.
"Your pussy hair is too thick," the voice matter-of-factly said.
Kelli could feel fingers pulling through her cunt hairs, grabbing them, twisting them.
"A little singe or two should take care of that!"
The heat of the poker approached her pussy and Kelli again tried to scream. She was almost screamed out.
Ssssssssssss…
"Agggggghhhhh!!!!"
Ssssssssssss…
The poker's heat seared her cunt lip as it burned away her pubic hair.
"I'll bet you'd also like me to tattoo the insides of your cunt lips wouldn't you," the voice took on a sadistic tone.
Ssssssssssss…
"Nnnnnnnoooooooo!!"
Ssssssssssss…
Kelli's voice trailed off, her fear choking in her throat.
She bucked arid strained against the tight leather holding her immobile, terrified of the blazing hot poker that her tormentor wanted to sear inside of her pussy. How could anyone be so cruel?
She had come here only to be tattooed.
A nice, feminine tattoo.
A pale, pink rose on her left buttock.
Or was it right buttock?
She started to play games in her own mind.
Question and answer.
Answer the question.
Left.
Right.
She was terrified and did not want to think of what might happen to her next.
"No, I think I'll wait until the next visit," the voice said.
"I haven't finished with this yet…"
Ssssssssssss…
"Aaagghhhhhhh!!!!!!"
Ssssssssssss…
A fresh brand was placed under the crease of her left buttock.
Ssssssssssss…
Plleeeeeasse!!! Noooooo!!!"
Ssssssssssss…
She screamed into the darkness.
"Oh yes my little pet, you need much more marking."
Ssssssssssss…
The crease under her right buttock now felt the searing white hot poker.
"Arghhhhhhh!!!!"
Ssssssssssss…
Kelli started to choke on her own spital as the pain was unbearable.
Sssssssssssss…
"Aaaannnngghhhhggg!!!"
Sssssssssssss…
Her words and screams were unintelligible.
The branding continued.
"My you look so lovely," the quiet voice whispered into her ear as the poker burned her flesh over and over.
Sssssssssssss…
Kelli looked like a martyr of biblical times, her flesh burned and tormented for the sins of her soul.
The pain passed through the threshold where pain and pleasure mixed. She now welcomed the searing heat. Welcomed its cleansing fire. It washed away all the sins of her past.
Her pussy throbbed as her backside burned.
Her clit distended.
Another marking place.
"Ah, this should be properly tattooed also!"
Ssssssssssssss…
"Noooooooooooo… mm!!"
Ssssssssssssss…
Kelli's screams faded as her throat turned dry.
"I've had about all of the screaming I can take from you," the voice huskily said.
"Perhaps you'd like me to cauterize this??!!"
The poker came with in inches of Kelli's lips and the intense heat startled her as she tried to move her head away.
She couldn't.
She immediately conjured up what her face would look like if she were disfigured there by the terrible tattooing of a white hot branding poker.
"N… no… I… n… noooo…noooooooo!!"
Her voice returned to its terrified pitch as her body convulsed in absolute terror.
She would never kiss again.
She would never lick pussy again.
She would never want to be licked or kissed by anyone again if she was burned there.
She would never be desirable again.
Her agony continued, as the poker was withdrawn as fast as it was put there.
Kelli's pussy was dripping wet now.
She didn't know why.
Somehow, the terrible agony she was undergoing touched off the deepest submissive streak in her soul. The terrible ordeal was exciting her.
"Ah, I see your pussy is wet. You slut."
The voice was talking matter-of-factly now.
"Well, what if I seal it closed right now."
She could feel the heat between the tops of the curves of her inner thighs, and again tried to recoil from the terrible instrument.
Sssssst…
Sssssst…
"Arawwwwghawwwwww!!!!!" her scream tore out again as the iron touched the insides of her thighs in two quick short strokes.
Her thighs twitched involuntarily as they tried to relieve the horrible pain.
Kelli orgasmed at the same time.
"Unnnnhhhhhhhhhh! Oh God!!!"
Sssssssssssssss…
Sssssssssssssss…
The poker touched her again, an inch below the first two marks.
"Aaaawwwwwwwww… nnnoooooooo!!!!"
Her perspiring body jerked and heaved.
The passion and the pain mingled.
Kelli was transported into a rapturous state she never new existed.
Her pussy flowed like an untamed river as drop after drop of cunt cream pooled on the floor between her legs. She was cumming without any stimulus to her most sensitive parts.
She was cumming from the pain and pleasure of her punishing tattoo.
Cumming hard.
Bucking.
Heaving.
Bucking and jerking.
She started to whimper as she grew hotter and hotter. Suddenly, her tormentor's hand was on her clitoris, now distended longer than it had ever been.
Her feet pressed harder into the floor to strain her aching pussy towards the hands that were now softly stroking and exciting her pussy even more.
"You are nothing but a naughty, naughty little girl, Kelli. Shame on you for wanting to tattoo this lovely body," the hands continued working their magic.
CRACK!!
The first blow caught her just below the crease of her buttocks, where the charred thin lines still throbbed.
Kelli cried out again and pulled hard against her bondage trying to free herself from the agonizing pain.
It didn't work.
SPANK!! SPANK!! CRACK!! SWAT!!!!
Soon, fresh tears were running down her pretty face as her tormentor started to give her a paddling over her fresh branded tattoo.
The pain though, was somehow very highly erotic. So erotic that Kelli could hardly stand it. She wanted the fingers in her pussy again, as her paddling continued. The feelings grew more and more stimulating as each blow to her tender raw bottom fell with more force.
She no longer tried to escape the awful blows that landed on her raw flesh. Instead, she was trying only to satisfy the raging needs of her dripping pussy. She wanted to cum again, and cum hard.
The hand reach around her hips again and started to stroke her pussy. Her ass churned in desire as far as the tight leather straps would allow as she pressed her wet slit against the soft fingers.
"Unnhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" she moaned against the stroking fingers.
"Arghhhhhhhh!!!" she screamed as the blows continued down on her burned buttocks.
Again, the paddling on her buttocks commenced with renewed vigor. Kelli's tormentor knew just how to bring her to the edge of a pleasure filled release, then draw her back with more pain.
The feeling of the hand smacking her punished and tattooed ass was driving her wild. She wanted more. Much more.
Kelli thrashed wildly in her bonds, held tightly in place for over two hours now.
A steady stream of moans and groans filled the dank room. The smell of her cunt juice and perspiration smacked her nostrils with a tremendous rush. Blow after blow landed on her ass.
The pain was growing worse, but so was the pleasure. All thought had been driven from her mind except the wonderful feelings in her pussy and the terrible pain in her body. The hot sensations of the instrument of pain, and the fingers of pleasure overrode everything else.
"I'm going to free one hand, Kelli."
Was it over?
She felt her right hand start to loosen as the tight leather strap was removed.
"I want to watch you play with your pussy as I continue with your punishment," the voice gently whispered.
Kelli could still not see her tormentor.
But she couldn't believe her ears, either.
She knew that once she started touching herself, that there would be no way that she could pretend that she wasn't loving what was happening to her.
On the other hand, if she refused, she was terrified of what her tormentor would do to her further. Her whole body was on fire from the terrible tattooing and she craved a release from both the pain, and the pleasure.
With a choked cry mingled with pain and desire, need and fear all mingled in the same gut wrenching groan, Kelli reached between her legs. She could hardly believe that just minutes ago she had cum. Already, she was so wet and so hot that she couldn't hold back.
Her hand moved with a will of its own, stroking her wet lips, driving her senses even higher.
She heard footsteps behind her as her tormentor watched her play with her pussy. Kelli loved to masturbate and she really got into it. Her fingers were mashing wildly in her juicing cunt.
WHACK!! CRACK!! SPANK!! CRACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!
As she felt the hand descend on her raw ass meat again, Kelli's fingers started to fly in her pussy and onto her clit. The sensations were so intense both down there and back on her buns that she almost lost control. She didn't though. She kept masturbating herself hard.
"Count, Kelli," the voice started.
"I want you to count each stroke I give you."
The command was almost too much for Kelli. In her present state she could hardly concentrate on her clit when she was being spanked. She was so hot that she didn't think she could keep an accurate count.
Not that she cared.
Her tormentor could spank her a thousand harsh whacks, the pleasure was so great.
As she started to count each stroke being delivered to her punished globes, her voice contained all the emotion of the moment. It spoke of the burning pain in her ass, the incredible arousal in her pussy.
No matter how hard it was to concentrate on the pleasure and the pain, Kelli did not lose count of the strokes. Nor did her hand ever leave the delicious folds of her cunt.
She needed that contact. It was the only thing that kept her from going out of her mind from the arousal and the horrible pain of being spanked over her fresh branding marks. Her hand quickly became a blur as it flew around her oily slick clit.
"Uuuuuunnnnnnnn!!!!!!!"
She started cumming hard. Harder than she had ever cum in her life. Her pussy was a steady stream of cum juice, raw clit and puffed pussy lips. Her fingers were lost inside of her folds as she bucked her pelvis hard against them.
The paddling on her ass started to slow down.
Her hand started to slow down.
She jerked for the twentieth time in orgasm as the mind blowing experience drained every last ounce of reserve from Kelli Stroud's body.
She moaned her final moan of release and suddenly felt something very hard between the crease of her ass cheeks.
Was it a cock?
Or a dildo?
She never knew exactly who her tormentor was.
She felt the thick head pressing hard on her punished buttocks.
There was no lubrication, other than her pussy cream that had flowed down under her cunt and between the lowest part of her ass. She felt the hardness dip down into the slick goo, then back up to her asshole.
The thick member started to press home.
For the first time since Kelli had been commanded to touch herself, she took her hands from her pussy and tightly clenched the flesh of her inner thigh.
She grabbed hard.
She wanted to not deny the entrance of the thickness now invading her most private hole.
It started out gently. Soon, a wild thrusting started into her ass as the thickness buried itself in her rectum a full nine inches. She was completely stuffed.
And loved it.
She started wiggling again.
As much as her bondage would allow.
Kelli felt as though she was being torn apart by the way that the thickness thrust into her. The cock, or dildo, was so deep inside of ass that it was almost like being permanently impaled. It was a feeling so intense, so hot, that she almost passed out.
Hands grabbed her hips and used the leverage to push even more deeply into her asshole. Now, with every thrust, she could feel her sore thighs pressing against flesh.
That was all it took to start her cumming again.
"Ohhhhhh yessss!"
"Fuck me!!"
"Fuck my asshole!!"
"Hurt me!!"
"More!!!!!"
"I want you to fuck me hard and deep!!!"
"Fuck my asshole and never stop!!"
"NEvverrrrr…!!!!!!"
Her screams flowed from her throat as Kelli shook and trembled, convulsed and jerked in another orgasm, and she passed out, totally, completely, thoroughly spent.
"Kelli?"
"Kelli!!?"
The voice brought her awake in an instant.
"We thought we lost you there for a moment," the smiling face of the tattoo artist looked down at her.
"I didn't mean to use so much anesthetic, must be losing my touch," the smiling gentleman quietly helped her up as he spoke.
"Like it?" he asked.
Kelli looked into his hand held mirror and admired the pale pink rose tattoo on her left buttock.
"You must have been having a terrible nightmare," the man continued.
"Let this heal for awhile before you bath."
"Come back in two days, and I'll help remove the skin that didn't take the ink. Don't worry, it will not be painful."
"And," he added, "I won't need to use the anesthetic."