She came in and asked if I was expecting someone else? I timidly said there was someone else coming. She asked who, I told her. She gave me this look and asked if I liked her (Rona) better than me? I said no ma'am. I asked why she was here. She said she was in the neighborhood and thought she’d stop by. (I recalled Joan had been here twice before though it made no sense that today she was “just in the neighborhood.”) Then she said as long as she’s here, get my face down and kiss my feet. So I knelt in the foyer and began kissing her feet. She kept chiding me about why I was dressed so slutty for someone who couldn’t be as good as she was.
She lifted her skirt, showing only the briefest of a panty and told me to be more polite and kiss her pussy. I kissed her then she said to pull the panty aside and lick her pussy. I was nervous and certain Rona would show up at any moment and completely unsure what she’d think if she caught me sucking another woman. Joan braced herself against the credenza in the foyer and opened her legs.
My face was deep into her pussy when the doorbell rang. Joan said ignore it and eat me. I didn’t know what to do. Joan said eat me, so I kept on. The bell rang again; Joan held my head against her pussy. Then the door opened, I turned and saw Rona and Zamara standing there asking what the fuck was I doing! Rona was dressed almost identical to what she wore for our first meeting; tight jeans, a black tee and a black leather jacket and stilettos and had a satchel which appeared to be full of something. Zamara had on denim leggings brown boots and a sweatshirt.
Guilt must have been written all over my face. I was speechless. Joan said who the fuck are you, wait your turn; she’s eating me. Rona barked that she was here to get sucked and beat my ass. Joan and Rona bitched back and forth at each other and I thought omg, what’s going to happen. Rona came over and yanked me back and said eat me too, you damn two-timing cunt. For a moment Joan and Rona pulled me back and forth until Joan yanked me up, shoved me down the hall and said get us something to drink while they sorted this out.
I fixed drinks and thought this cannot be happening. They came into the kitchen arguing. Joan said there’s enough whore here to go around, they’d all fuck me since I was such a whore and would anybody who came to the door anyway so what did it matter. She sent me to get my bag and every toy I had. She and Rona were still bitching when I came back. Rona told Joan to get out because she had something planned for their visit, that she intended to use the storage room, string me up and beat me. Joan said anything was fine, she’d just stay and watch but she intended to fuck me first. She turned to me and asked who I wanted to serve; I said it didn’t matter, I’ll serve you all, please don’t fight. Joan yelled she was getting her cunt eaten and didn’t care what you ghetto butts do to her. Roan laughed and said let’s go downstairs and see what happens.
We took everything, my toy bag, Rona’s satchel, and fresh drinks and went downstairs and into the storage room. Joan and Rona bickered as to who got to do me first.
Joan surveyed the room and smiled. Rona said she had plans for my ass and it might be best if they cleaned the bitch out first. They grabbed me and hustled me over to bathroom. They had me take off the waist cincher and shoved me over the bathroom counter. I watched Rona fill the enema bag, add shampoo and also dump some of her drink in as well. She lubed me and I felt the nozzle shoved up my ass. I groaned and cramped as they filled me, telling me it was for my own good. After I gurgled for several minutes, they had me expel in the toilet. We went back in the storage room. Rona told me this was my hell hole and the only place in my house I deserved.
Joan snipped that I had not finished eating her when these other tramps came in, spun me around and stuck my face back in her pussy. I began licking her pussy again. Behind me I could hear Rona and Zamara moving things around in the room. Joan became more forceful and ground off an orgasm then slapped my face a few times and said you bitches can have her now. Rona grabbed me and told me to undress her which I did then kissed and sucked her nipples. She pushed my face to her pussy and I began eating her. She got into a groove and began humping my face and had me finger ass at the same time. I kept at her until she cane.
Zamara by this time was half naked and sitting with her legs splayed apart on the edge of an antique dresser they’d moved away from the wall. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and moved my tongue to her cunt. She was perched in such a way that I had some access to her asshole and she had me switching between her cunt and ass. She clamped her legs around my head and pulled me closer. I heard her groaning and felt her cumm.
I started to get up but Joan told me not too. She lifted her mini and stood over me, said she had to pee and to get my face up to her pussy. I wasn’t 12” away when she started pissing in my face. She turned to Rona and asked if they needed to use the potty. Rona and then Zamara both pissed on me. Joan said I was a fucking pig and berated me for allowing women to piss on me
They pulled me up and pushed my piss soaked body over to an area of the room where Rona had prepared things. I was shaking so badly I could barely walk, tottering on the Lucite heels. They put the suspension cuffs on my wrists. Zamara got one of the ladders and pulled it over and climbed up, they secured chains from the cuffs to the exposed beams of the ceiling. They left me some slack; my elbows were about even with my ears. They didn’t restrain my legs.
Joan approached me and asked what I thought about the three of them being here together; if I thought it was pure coincidence. I stared. Then she spoke slowly with this superior look on her face and said … this… was all planned in advance ... Jody and Katrina planned it. I moaned OMG. Joan squeezed my cunt and said she’s here to deliver a message; that discussions were taking place and some of the key players in my life would become involved in different ways and to expect the unexpected. She said it was no coincidence that so many groups of girls showed up two weeks ago. Nothing is sacred. As she squeezed me and talked, I lost it and came all over her hand. She hissed the word “slut” and had me lick her hand clean. Her expressions were cold yet there was fire in her dark eyes when she said she was going to love seeing me get more of what I deserved because she’d always thought I was a tramp. She tossed her head at Rona and said “take her.”
Rona stared into my face as if the dark side of her was oozing from every pore of her body. She spit into my face and mocked me about piss dripping from my hair and body. She slapped my cunt with the palm of her hand, lightly at first, then harder until it was sensitive. She’d wipe my goo across my face. She took her flogger and began hitting my cunt, then moved behind me and flogged my upper back then used the flogger all over my body. I tried to dodge the blows which amused them. Joan told me to dance around and flailed the undersides of my buttocks with the crop and alternated that blows directed at my nipples. Zamara joined in hitting me with a short strap they’d brought. Joan yelled for me to dance around.
I knew they were spacing this out. I was totally out of it and had this vision of being a prisoner and slave in my own house and taking this on a daily basis. They flailed the daylights out of me until I was screaming. I was electrified. Joan grabbed my face with her hands and bit my lips, spit in my mouth and hissed that she loved seeing me this way. She drove a knee into my cunt. I kept screaming and moving around. They ran fingernails down the insides of my arms, across my tits and tummy and ended at my cunt and thighs. Things started to build inside me. Rona flogged my tits until I was on fire. Zamara meanwhile went behind me and began hitting my hole with something. I yelled more and came again, partly from the intensity of the pain, partly from Zamara’s fingers reaching under my slit and squeezing my clit.
I was gasping for relief. Joan said they’d give me a break. They left me, flicked off the light and shut to door. That storage room is 100% dark. There isn’t a beam of light, even coming under the door. I was freaked for a moment so I shut my eyes almost as a way of pretending it wasn’t happening. I pissed. My body was stinging. I couldn’t hear a thing except for a few footsteps on the kitchen floor above me, otherwise, not a sound of them anywhere. This truly was a dark, timeless environment. I waited, lost in my thoughts, pain and the darkness.
Sometime afterwards (I later learned it was 30 minutes) they returned with drinks in hand. They noted my piss puddle and walked over and poured wine down my throat and ran their hands over my body, lingering and pinching my clit and nipples. I leaned towards them as far as it possibly could. Joan casually said she thought I could take a few more. I begged no. She ignored me and set the timer on her phone for 5 minutes. They started again and whipped me from knees to shoulders until the timer went off. They unchained me and I sank into Zamara’s arms.
Joan told her to put me on the floor right over the spot where I’d pissed. I lay there as she wanted, with my arms and legs spread. Rona mounted me and shoved her pussy at my face. Her body was moving, rubbing her cunt over my face. She began to curse me, hurling one dirty word after the other at me. There was nothing exotic about this; it was raw sex. It was more of her hips thrusting her pussy against my mouth than it was me eating her. She paused during this to have me lick her ass. I could tell she was getting a rush out of this and she squeezed out multiple orgasms. Zamara jumped on me and smothered me with her pussy and ass. I spend considerable time with my tongue at her butt and also ate her until she gushed over me.
They picked me up and pushed me face down across the antique dresser. Zamara tied my legs to the front legs of the dresser and shoved my upper body across the top until my tits were hanging off the other side, then tied my hands to the back legs of the dresser. Joan caned my ass and made me beg to be fucked. When I turned my face I could see Rona and Zamara putting on the two strappy’s. Rona took me first and fucked my cunt while Zamara fucked my mouth. I came from Rona’s fucking then licked it clean. Zamara meanwhile lubed me and took my ass with a passion. For some period of time they alternated; one was always fucking my mouth and the other either in my cunt or ass. Joan swatted my hanging tits. I was constantly on edge and in pain and screaming when I could. This went on for what seemed ages until they’d brought me off multiple times to a chorus of taunting and laughter.
Rona said she had a toy to finish me off with and took something from her satchel and showed me. It was about the size of my rabbit but with a pencil thin, somewhat flexible piece of rubber about 6-8 inches long with tiny rubber strands at the end. She turned it on to show me how it worked. The pencil thin shaft rotated and flopped around but the rubber strands at the end (probably about 15-20 of them) went in all directions. She said imagine this up your ass because that’s exactly where it going. She wasted no time in shoving the device up my splayed asshole and turned it on. I instantly jerked and screamed at the sensation. It was like I was being delicately whipped up my ass canal. Rona moved it in and out from my hole up my canal as far as it would go. Joan got involved and whipped my ass cheeks and cunt. I didn’t think I had it in me but gushed like some mindless idiot. Rona eased the thing out of me. They laughed, threatened to leave me this way and walked out of the room. Rona came back in shortly and picked up her toys and said they’d see me later. I asked her to please untie me. She said that’s up to Joan. She and Zamara left.
I called for Joan and got no answer. I thought if she left, too, I am fucked because there was no way I could untie myself. I imagined the scene and the possibilities if I was found this way by anybody but Joan. In a few minutes she came back downstairs and asked I’d had enough and did I want to be untied. I obviously said yes. She said it’s not outside the realm of possibility that another group of girls could be on their way over with a van, load my ass in the back of it just as I was, tried across the dresser and take me to god knows where. I cringed at the thought.
She stood in front of me and had me eat her ass and got great pleasure from this total control of me and told me again how she loved seeing me suffer. I grunted but kept licking knowing a good tongue job on her ass was probably my only way out of this.
Eventually Joan untied me. I thanked her. She stayed to watch me scurry around like a rat and mop and clean the storage room floor. When I’d finished she told me to come with her outside, she wanted to piss on me one last time. Not having a lot of choice I followed her out to the lower patio and laid down. She straddled my naked body and soaked me from cunt to face, then told me she was leaving. When she drove out, I gathered my toys and came upstairs and collasped on the bed.
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