I followed Jody’s instructions; texted Rhonda and told her where she’d find the front door key, then went back to the lower level and waited in the cage. About 30 minutes later, she and Stephanie entered, came downstairs and found me sitting in the unlocked cage. After poking fun at me, they told me to get out and saw “Jody’s whore” written on my swollen tits and “Rhonda’s ass” scrawled on my butt. They laughed at my bruised tits and the plug in my ass, and I had to tell them why this happened and that I was supposed to be at Harper’s by 2:00. Stephanie called Harper and went upstairs to talk. Rhonda stayed and I sucked her.Stephanie came back and said Harper told her I was in big trouble and she’d explain when we got there. Stephanie stripped and I went to her and licked her pussy and ass until she came. They had me crawl around on all fours making animal noises; cat, dog, pig... They started this diabolical routine of switching back and forth from animal to animal so fast that I couldn’t keep up, I’d get confused on the noises and they'd slap me or hit me with my crop on my thighs, tits, and butt and crawling the whole time. Finally I had to kneel up and beg for more pussy. They called the game humiliate the whore. Stephanie fucked my cunt with the strappy and then I ate them again.
Harper called again and all I heard was, yes we can come now. They gave me the phone and Harper told me to realistically evaluate my time. She wanted me for more than a few hours and asked me to make arrangements to be gone at least until dark.
We went up to my bedroom and they dressed me in that white cotton gauzy dress Lachandra made last summer. In bright sunlight you can see straight through that dress. That’s all I wore except for heels. I took a change of clothes, not knowing exactly when I’d get back. Rhonda and I drove in my car, Stephanie followed in hers. On the way over there (its 30 minutes or more) we stopped to get take out at a cheap café. That’s when I im’ed you, Jody. We got our order and left as quickly as we could; some bozo was way too interested in me and thought the girls were my daughters. We took the food over to Harper’s shop. A girl named Diane, whom she introduced her as her former soul mate, was with her. Diane’s blonde, about my height but chunky, about a size 12-14 I’d guess but with a good figure. She had on tight lime green shorts, a tee and flip flops. Diane said she’d heard tons about me. We ate the take out stuff. When we finished, Harper had me remove the dress and heels. Their comments were wicked when they saw the writing, the plug and my abused tits. Diane seemed to like what she saw and felt me up. Harper examined my abused tits and said I did a good job.
She wanted me to explain to everybody about losing alpha status. I hesitated at first because I considered that somewhat private information but she told me either I’d talk or they’d beat it out of me. I briefly explained my recent feelings of uncertainty, my challenging behavior and admitted to using the blog inappropriately. Finally, I told them about Thursday’s conversation and the punishment that night; hence the bruised tits. Diane laughed at all this and said something to the effect that I sounded worse than her. to which Harper said, no you were worse by far. Harper told the others about conversations on FB with you, Jody. She told Diane I was a good cunt licking whore, but like some subs, misguided at times. The girls related what they’d done to me earlier in the morning, the games they’d played, etc. Harper scoffed that I needed serious discipline, not games. Stephanie turned beet red.
Harper had enough small talk. She handcuffed my wrists in front of me, put a collar around my neck and attached a chain as a lead. She bent me over and eased the plug out that had been in all morning. Predictably it was nasty and she smeared a line of faint residue between my upper lip and my nose. Every time I inhaled I smelled it. She wiped the plug over my face and tits to get the rest of the residue off. She showed me the anal hook then laughed that she couldn’t put her pristine hook in my dirty ass.
I knew where this was going and watched as she got an enema bag, filled it with warm water, soap, a beer and shook it up. My eyes were glued on everything she was doing. She led me out the back door of her shop. We went about 15 steps into a large field of overgrown weeds and scrub bushes with woods behind that. There are no houses anywhere close. She had me kneel in the weeds, pushed my face and shoulders to the ground and had me spread my knees as wide as I could. She lubed me and began the enema, drawing it out forever until I was moaning, sweating, baking in the 90 degree heat. They stood around snickering as I moaned and begged to release. Finally she told me to release and I spewed everywhere. She told me to piss. She went back inside, the others stayed. Diane carried on conversation with the girls and they talked about my shitty mess. Flies and bugs were drawn to my mess and were all over my body and my ass; it was horrible. I felt the effects of the beer. She came back with the bag filled again with clean water and reinserted the nozzle and repeated the process. She made me hold the second one longer until I was in agony. She let me expel and was satisfied that I was cleaned out. They wiped me off with a wet towel and led me back inside.
Once inside, Diane gave me some deep looks and I found myself constantly staring at her thighs, cunt and ass. Her body is thick, particularly her thighs but she’s muscular and that was getting to me. Both she and Harper picked up on it. She came over and walked slowly around me like she was examining a piece of furniture, tracing her fingernails over me when she wanted to. She sat on one of the work tables and slid her shorts down exposing a pair of sheer panties that were damp and matted in her crotch. She told me it was from seeing me take the enema because she loves ass things. She slid them off, wiped them over my face and nose, had me lick and suck them then guided me to my knees in front of her. I started licking and her aroma and taste drove me crazy; that, plus her well trimmed bush. She took the rest of her clothes off while I ate her and pushed me back so I could get a look at her entire body and I was in love; big breasts, huge soft pink nipples and a stud in her navel. I ran my cuffed hands over her body. She moved my mouth from her pussy to her tits and I cupped her, licked her and sucked her nipples until she guided my face back to her cunt. She whispered that she loves the image of an older woman being forced into servitude. When she got close she pulled her lips apart and had me tongue her clit repeatedly and insert 2 fingers inside her. She screamed, squirted at me and came, then lay back on the table and held her cheeks apart for me to suck her rose until she came again.
Harper came over and slid me away from Diane. She’d undressed, put on a strappy, turned me so I could suck it, then she fucked my mouth. Diane stood beside her and watched, as did the girls who were also undressed by this time. Harper put me face down on the table with my feet on the floor, legs spread, lubed the strappy and methodically raped my ass with this huge dildo. Diane had crawled up on the table and scooted her cunt up to my face and had me eat her again. She squeezed her thighs around my head, trapping me against her cunt. All I could do was lick her and while I felt the constant ramming in my ass. Harper fucked my ass until I thought I’d die. She withdrew and the others came over and looked at my distended hole. Stephanie wanted to fuck my ass and Harper let her then told her to fuck my cunt which she did until I came. I lay against the table trying to recoup.
Harper came over and showed me the hook again and had me kiss it, open my mouth and suck on the ball of the hook. She told me this was going to be a part of me for a long time. She tied my wrists and upper arms behind me with a thick, course rope.
She had me stand and moved me to a particular spot in the shop, had me bend, lubed my ass and pushed the hook up me. she ran a rope through the eyelet end of the hook and threw it over an overhead wooden beam and pulled on the rope until the hook was way up my ass, firmly embedded, then tied the rope off to a nearby post. She bunched my hair behind me like a pony tail, tied another rope around my pony tail several times and threw that rope over the beam, pulled it tight it until I was painfully standing upright. She tied that off also to the post, then made some adjustments to the ropes. Then for true diabolical purposes she ran another shorter rope through my hair, tied it around the pony tail also and brought the ends down to the eyelet end of the hook and tied them there. When she finished there was no conceivable way the hook would budge, I was in dire agony and the hook felt like it was halfway up my insides.
She stood back and surveyed her work, they commented about things. Harper asked if I was comfortable. I really wasn’t but I nodded. She told me she wasn’t after comfort. She came back with a ring gag and forced that in my mouth and buckled it behind my head. She stepped back and survey things again and decided she wanted to see more of my cunt. So she got some more ropes and tied one around each ankle and separated my legs and tied the ropes off to objects in the shop. When she separated my legs my body sank about an inch onto the hook and I screamed into the gag. She laughed and pulled my legs wider until they must have been about 4 feet apart.
She liked this position; it gave me a lot of agony and exposed my cunt more. She picked up a whip and went after my butt and thighs which made me try to avoid the strokes. That was stupid. Every time I moved my hips the hook in my ass cut deeper against me. She knew it. Diane came over with a crop and attacked my tits which were already bruised and swollen from Thursday night. None of that seemed to matter. She concluded with a severe beating on my ass.
Harper said they needed to go over to the house to cool off in the good air conditioner. They threw on some clothes. I was petrified and mumbled through the gag, begged them not to leave. They ignored me and said they’d be back in a few minutes, laughed at me not to go anywhere.
I felt like a piece of meat. Her shop is not air conditioned. It’s got some kind of a chiller and some big fans to circulate air but that doesn’t keep the place cool. It was mid 90’s outside and must have been not much cooler than that in her shop. When they shut the shop door, I was livid. Sweat was pouring down me like a river and my drool from the ring gag was streaking down my chin, down between my tits over my tummy even to my cunt. I stayed like that until they returned with a bucket of ice, a bottle of rum and bottles of coke. They sat around the shop and talked. Stephanie wanted to call some friends over and turn this into a gang bang party. Harper chided Stephanie for constantly talking and planning but never carrying it out. But she said today wasn’t the right time because of Diane being here and wanting to give her adequate time to fuck with me.
Stephanie challenged Harper as to why she couldn’t bring friends over now? Harper called her a little cunt, backhanded her and shoved her over to a bench then ripped her shorts and top off. Then she stripped, told Diane and Rhonda to strip and forced Stephanie to her knees and shoved her sweet young face into her cunt. Diane came over and tied Stephanie’s hands behind her. When Harper finished using Stephanie’s face, cumming and pissing all over her, she and Diane took the little Goth over to a bench and fucked her pussy and ass with a strappy. The sight of that dildo going in and out of those skinny little hips was mesmerizing. The whole time Rhonda did nothing. When they finished fucking her they brought her over in front of me and had her eat my cunt. Stephanie was protesting like crazy but she dropped to her knees and did it. I had an orgasm that rocked me all over. They tied her ankles together and left her on the floor in a corner of the shop.
Harper sat with her feet on Stephanie and smoked a joint. Diane came over to me and began stroking me, pulling my nipples and taunting me. Then she took thin cords and started winding them around my tits. When she finished my tits were like two fat cones of purple. She put pins on my nipples and asked me if this is what I did last night, I nodded. She slapped me called me a sick bitch and fingered my cunt until I came. Harper asked if I felt so high and mighty now, referring to my actions about the blog and such during the week. I shook my head no. She told me I was just a cunt and a slut and challenging a domme was stupid and she’d promised to treat me like a fuckpig.
Both she and Diane whipped me again; Rhonda did, too, mostly on my tummy, butt thighs and legs. They removed the cords and pins and whipped my tits until I was howling and crying. Harper asked if I knew my place now. I nodded.
They began untying me and let me down. All ropes and the gag were removed but collar and chain around my neck stayed on. They took the hook out of my ass and let me sit and drink, rubbed my arms and body. I felt like a noodle for a few minutes. Then Harper told me to piss on Stephanie. Stephanie was in panic mode. But I gladly walked over and anointed her from head to cunt and smiled while I did it. They told Rhonda to do the same but she wasn’t sure about it. When Harper threatened to shove the hook up her ass and string her up like they’d done me, Rhonda quickly went over and pissed. She had Stephanie eat Rhonda, too.
Diane started fondling me and we ended up on the table. I sucked her pussy again and did a long session on her ass, really getting my tongue into her hole. Harper came over and I ate her in much the same way. When we finished they had me suck Rhonda again. We untied Stephanie who by now was somewhere between meek as a lamb and mad as a hornet. I sat on a bench between Harper and Diane who both played with me. Stephanie was really pouting and she and Harper talked in private, then Rhonda joined them. While they did Diane had my head between her legs again and I was kissing her pussy when Harper called her over. The four of them talked and I got the impression things were okay again between Harper and Stephanie.
Harper came over and told me the girls would have to leave soon since Rhonda had a date tonight but there was some unfinished business before they left. She took the ropes and tied my hands behind me. Stephanie came over and slapped my face and punched me in the tummy. She told me she had a score to settle with me because I pissed on her and laughed while I did it. She said that to get back at me she was going to brown me. I said “no way.” But Harper pulled an old canvas drop cloth out of a bin in the shop and spread it on the floor. They all pushed me down on it and crossed my ankles and tied them tight. Harper lubed my ass again and slid the hook in, then ran a rope from the eyelet end to my hair and wound it through until my neck was craned back. Then she bent my legs back, tied a short rope from my ankles to my hands so I was in a hog tie position, something I don’t think anyone had done to me in years. I could barely wiggle. They rolled me on my right side and Harper passed out the suppositories. Rhonda refused; said she just couldn’t. In a few minutes Stephanie squatted over me and crapped mostly on my shoulder and left tit which slid down my front and neck. She laughed when she saw what she’d done. Diane went next and squatted right down on my hip and shit. Harper hugged her then she positioned herself over my tummy and shit towards my face. I was at the point of tears..
Harper and Diane rolled me over so the front of my body was in the mess and they slid me around, back and forth until shit was everywhere. I kept my head lifted but she put her foot on my head and pushed my face down in the smeared shit. She and Diane took two corners of the drop cloth, the two closest to my head, and dragged the cloth with me in it across the shop floor and out the back door. They kept going about 20-25 feet into the field. The four of them pissed on me; that made things messier and Harper reached her hand down and even smeared it around. I cried out to please stop the madness but they didn’t and there was nothing I could do. The drop cloth had eyelets, metal rings, sewn into each of the four corners and they ran a rope through all the corner rings and drew then together until I resembled a loosely tied bundle. Harper told me to enjoy myself that they were going back inside. I begged them not to and to let me out. That made no difference and they fucking left me in that bundle of shit and piss. I was mad as I’ve ever been. I cried. It was still blazing hot and inside the bundle it must have been a100 degrees. I would cry then call out for them to come get me until finally I realized that was useless.
I have no idea at the time how long I was there. I heard Stephanie’s voice telling me she and Rhonda were going and she hoped I stayed there forever and her only regret was there weren’t a dozen girls there to shit on me. I didn’t answer. I heard their car leave and I figured Harper would come get me. but she didn’t. flies and bugs were everywhere. That was as bad as what I was laying it.
I kept begging for Harper or Diane to come get me; nobody responded. Harper finally came out and asked me how I was enjoying my afternoon. I asked her to please let me out. She said no and went back inside. Sometime later she came back and asked me again if I was enjoying myself. I said no, please let me out. She answered by saying I was not the first person she’d done this to and as bad as I might think this is, there are worse things. I didn’t dare ask what. She told me she’d let me out but I have to agree to spend a weekend of their choosing with her and Diane and maybe a couple of other friends. I quickly agreed. She dragged the drop cloth back closer to the shop and untied the ropes making it a bundle, then untied me and removed the hook. She pulled a hose around the corner of the shed and hosed me off. finally I stood up, wobbly but stumbled back into the shop. I collapsed.
She and Diane lifted me and carried me through the shop and into her house where it was cool. I drank some water, slowly at first, until I was feeling okay. They helped me to the shower and I sat on a bench inside the shower and washed off. When I came out I lay on harpers bed. She and Diane rubbed me and Harper actually frigged me off slowly while I sucked Diane’s tits. Then I fell asleep. I woke up around 7:30 pm and felt better. Best I can figure I slept nearly two hours. They went to my car and got the change of clothes I’d brought to wear home. Somebody had retrieved my dress and heels from the shop. We ate some left over roast and veggies but it was dynamite and I drank tons of water.
Diane told me she loved seeing an older woman being treated like shit. She said while I was tied up in the field in the drop cloth, after the girls left, she and Harper fucked nonstop. They even opened the back door to the shop so they could hear me moaning and begging and it was like an instant turn on and made her orgasms stronger. I guess the deal is Harper loves to do somewhat sadistic things and Diane loves to watch someone being put through intense situations. FYI, Diane is divorced, 28 and lived with Harper for about two years then they broke up. Now they’re contemplating getting back together.
I left there around 8:30. I am bruised and fucked out.
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