I left here dressed in Molly's pink thong panties and my raincoat, essential for such a rainy day. When I arrived at Mavis’s around 11:00, I parked in her garage and dashed to the house. She was standing just inside the back door. When I removed the raincoat, the pink panties, obviously 2 sizes too small, caught her eye. She told me to come inside with the panties on. As soon as I did she asked me whose they were. I said Molly. She slapped me told me to take them off. I did. She cut them up into tiny pieces and said don’t ever come to her place in panties again, ever. She slapped me again. She called me a despicable woman and I couldn’t agree more.
She sent me downstairs. She followed, cuffed my hands behind me and sat in her green chair then told me to come clean on Molly. I told her the entire day and I could tell she was infuriated. She went back upstairs leaving me with instructions not to move. When she came back she had a handful of thick rubber bands, mostly the kind you’d find wrapped around bunches of broccoli or asparagus at the grocery. She began cupping my right tit and worked one up to the base of that tit. She did several then moved to my left tit and did the same. She sat down and within minutes my tits were standing out like two small mounds of purple ice cream.
She started lecturing me about her feelings regarding the Molly types. She went on and on. I wasn’t even allowed to say “yes Maam.” When she finished lecturing, she went back upstairs and returned with a leather belt. She stood quietly in front of me and began flailing away at my tummy, thighs and cunt. She aimed multiple blows at my purple swollen tits but they were mercifully less forceful. She moved behind me and flailed my upper back, butt and thighs. I was stinging from her blows, yelling and dancing back and forth. She said I was lucky the arthritis in her shoulder was acting up today otherwise she’d beat me harder, but to me, it was plenty hard. She did not break the skin but left faint red marks everywhere she hit me. She said I was the worst piece of white trash she ever knew. She took rubber bands off and had me crawl into the cage head first, tied my ankles together and then shoved them inside the cage and locked it. She went upstairs mumbling to herself, turned off the light and left me alone. I was too tired to think.
I was lying curled on my right side, knees bent toward my tits, hands cuffed and ankles still tied. There wasn’t a lot of wiggling. I don’t have any concept of how long I was alone except that I had to pee twice and spent most of the time listening to the rain. In my mind I wanted to ask her about Jasmine but I didn’t dare. Yet it plagued me immensely.
I heard the front door open and voices, not loud but definitely hers and another. The basement door squeaked open and the noise riveted me in fright, especially when footsteps clopped down the stairs. Mavis came into view first and then, not totally without surprise, Joan followed, delicately holding a glass of wine in one hand and a small gray overnight bag in the other. I could feel my heart racing and I tried to struggle to a seated position. Mavis quietly lifted the hem of her skirt, slid her panties down and pissed on me. I took it, reminded again that I was her toilet every time I was here. In front of Joan, it was somehow more humiliating. When I glanced at Joan, she was void of expression yet wasted little time in unzipping her black slacks and stepping out of them. Her gold silk blouse followed. Standing beside the cage in an ivory bra and panty set, she pulled her panel aside and pissed on me as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
Joan unlocked the cage and untied my ankles. She barked at me to work my slutty ass out. She helped me stand, uncuffed me, handed me the glass of wine and told me to finish it. She methodically placed the small suitcase on a stack of boxes and withdrew a red ball gag and stuffed it in my mouth and cinched it behind my head. I saw her take out several strands of thick white nylon rope and a padded blindfold. The blindfold going over my eyes was the last thing I saw. I felt her adjust the elastic strap behind my head and knew something diabolical was coming. She said hold out my arms in front of me. As soon as I did I felt the rope winding around my wrists again and again. Then I felt a tug of the rope and my arms being pulled straight above my head. When it was all said and done my upper arms were by my ears, my wrists crossed and secured to something, probably a floor joist supporting the main floor. There was no way I had wiggle room. She told me to sidestep my feet wide apart and she tied each ankle to something invisible to me. My legs being spread increased the tension on my wrists and I knew I was positioned like an upside down “Y”. This was a different Joan than yesterday when she’d been almost cunning and playful coating me with candle wax and creating a need inside me.
I head Mavis say someone requested that I be used in a rather severe way and I was guilty of foolish behavior. I could think of no one except one of the two of you who might have said that. I heard noises behind me form the direction of the suitcase but couldn’t identify the source.
I heard something swoosh through the air and a fraction of a second later felt something hit my right buttock. I yelled into the gag. The what ever it was hit my left cheek and blows rocked me to my toes and I screamed again. There was silence then I heard a rush of air and a flexible something swirl into my cunt. The whip or whatever hit me again and again, each time flicking into my cunt. I was pulling at my ropes and screaming. Things paused again. Mavis said she felt I needed a more thorough whipping than what she was able to give me and asked Joan for her help. I shook my head in understanding. The next thing I felt must have been a flogger raking over my abdomen and cunt. It moved to my tits and lashed at them until I lost count at 14. After that it was a mental blur. Joan used one thing then another, sometimes multiple swats, sometime single swats of one then the other. Dozens of them hit my ass cheeks and at one point I felt one hand squeezing my left cheek open and something swatting against my hole. Then there was volley of strokes at my tits until they were stinging in pain. I cried. The beatings stopped and I felt Joan squeezing my right tit out and something clamp on that nipple, then she did the same with the left nipple. I thought nothing could feel any worse until I felt something snap on my left labia, then on my right one. I stood there shaking like crazy, wincing into the gag. I felt her pull my clit out and something snap on my clit. I yelled over and over. It was unbearable. Through my muffled screams I heard Mavis say that I was Satan’s daughter and needed to pay the price for corrupting younger and disobeying her wishes about seeing those white girls. She told Joan to make it worse for me. I felt another clamp go on each labia and weights attached to those and to my nipples. I was crying uncontrollably.
She rammed something up my cunt and began fucking me. I have no idea what, probably a dildo which seemed slender and knobby. Whatever it was came alive with vibrations which I felt deep inside me. Joan was standing beside me; that much I know because I could feel her other hand roaming my sore left ass cheek. I felt a little buzz against my rectum and it sent me into spasms. I sensed that I was being fucked with extremely intense vibes in each hole in unison. It took me all of 10 seconds to cumm and piss uncontrollably. I could hear Mavis shouting at me … Whore, whore. Your days as a free woman are numbered.
The vibe things were turned off and pulled out. My cunt lips and clit were aching. The clit clamp was removed and I screamed as blood rushed back in, she took the labia clamps off and I screamed again, or I should say it was long, continuous scream. The nipple clamps she just grabbed and pulled straight off.
My shoulders and wrists were aching and numb. Joan began releasing me; first the legs then the wrists. When I was free, she removed the gag but not the blindfold. She gave me more wine and grabbed my hair and led me over to Mavis and pushed my face into her aunt’s cunt. I pulled the panties down and began eating, licking like some broken dog bitch. When she eventually came, she told me to eat Joan. I turned to find her naked pussy and began licking. Joan pushed me back to Mavis and Mavis back to Joan. It was like I was serving them both at the same time. On the second time at Joan's pussy she allowed me to bring her to orgasm, and then shoved me over to Mavis.
This time my face was pushed into Mavis ass with an order to suck and clean until it was as pristine as a freshly washed hole. She was not clean that much I know but I just kept sucking until I was told to stop.
Joan took the blindfold off me and pushed me at the cage again. I went in and they locked the door. I wasn’t cuffed and it wasn’t necessary, there was no way I was going to touch my aching cunt. They went upstairs. I lay there aching everywhere. I heard Joan leave or at least I think I did.
Mavis came down and said it was 5:00 and I probably had enough for today. I couldn’t have agreed more. She let me out and I did my routine of cleaning the cage, the floor and finally myself in the old sink. She encouraged me to do some serious thinking. When I saw her again her new fence would be up and if not for the rain this week it would have been already. She said there were a couple of other minor modifications she was doing but she didn’t say what they were.
I stumbled upstairs and thanked her, went to the back door and put my raincoat on and quietly walked to the garage. It was about 5:30 when I left.
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