Authors: William Doughty
‘Up to you,’ Mary said with an irritating shrug.
‘OK, we’ll do it,’ David exploded. ‘And you’ll regret it. But that’s your problem, not mine. You toss the damn coin. If I do it you’ll say I cheated.’
‘You would.’
Mary tossed the coin. She had a strong feeling it must be tails, because she was on a winning streak and she felt good, full of beans and piss and vinegar. The coin flew up into the air, flashing again and again with renewed life. Mary decided that if David submitted to her, she would not hurt him. Instead she would make him come again and again, so that he would miss her when she left. That would be a fine revenge. The coin nearly hit the ceiling, then started to fall. Mary caught the coin. She would win. She slapped the coin onto her left hand and held it out. It was heads. Quite a surprise. Yet it must be fate.
‘Congratulations,’ she said to David. In fact, she decided, this was just as good as tails, if not better. Now David would dominate her, and he would once again be an addict. Then she would leave him alone with his revived addiction. That would be another kind of win.
But when she saw the look in David’s eyes she began to be afraid.
‘Let’s go,’ he said.
Mary nearly refused. She was bigger and stronger than him after all, he could not force her to do anything. But she knew that if she left the house now she would feel she had been chicken. Never could she see it as a victory.
‘All right,’ she said.
So they entered that bathroom once more, where too much had already happened. Mary was afraid, but she was suddenly, almost sickeningly, aroused. My own body, she thought, is a traitor.
‘Strip,’ David ordered.
He and Mary undressed in silence. The bathroom was warm and bright, with sunlight gleaming on tiles and taps and stainless steel rings. When the man and woman both stood naked, David tossed and kicked their clothes and shoes out of the bathroom and closed the door. It was all too obvious that he was terribly angry, and Mary felt a tingle of fear that shuddered along every nerve of her body in a way that was intensely voluptuous. David’s cock was fearful in its massiveness and quivering rigidity. Never had it looked so much like a dreadful weapon.
‘Put this on,’ David told Mary, taking a belt from the big cupboard that contained most of Mary’s old nightmares.
Fingers fumbling with nervous clumsiness, Mary fitted it tightly around her waist. It was a broad, thick belt of strong, shiny black plastic, and firmly attached to it were eight shiny steel rings.
‘Put these on,’ David stated coldly. ‘Ankles and wrists.’
Mary fitted the four black leather straps he gave her. Each of these also had an attached steel ring. Then David took four red cotton cords. He had Mary stand in the slanting patch of sunlight near the windows at one end of the bathroom. Her heart was beating very fast. This was it. She was once again submitting to this man. He had her spread her legs, and he tied the rings of her ankle straps to rings set in the floor. Then he told her to stretch her arms out as far as she could to either side and tied a cord to her right wrist strap. He passed it through a ring in the wall and pulled hard, then harder still, forcing her to lean forwards. She felt the stirrings of panic. Then he fastened the cord. David repeated the process for her left arm. Mary was forced to lean well forwards. It was already an extremely uncomfortable position.
How, she asked herself, could she have been so dumb as to submit? She regretted her compliance, and almost asked him to release her. But she knew he would not. In his eyes glittered a terrible excitement. She had awakened all his old cruelty. David had suppressed it and renounced it, and for many months it had been building up behind the dam of his willpower. She had finally shattered that dam, and there would come an appalling flood. It would wash her away like a dead leaf.
‘You stupid bitch,’ sneered David, as if he had been reading her thoughts. He tied two thin white ropes to rings on either side of the broad black belt she wore, and he pulled the ropes tight and tighter. And he pulled them tauter and tauter still, each in turn, and he fastened them to large steel rings set into the floor under her torso. Mary shuddered with fear and gave a little whimper.
David fetched a large black rubber gag attached to a set of black leather head straps.
‘No, I’m afraid,’ Mary whimpered. ‘I’ve changed my mind, David, please, let me go. You were right, you have to try to give all this up, and I – mmph! Umph!’ Suddenly he had thrust the gag home and stopped her panic-stricken babbling. It was huge and bitter in her mouth. With quick efficiency he fastened the straps that held it in place, reducing her voice to the mumblings of an idiot, meaningless and pathetic.
Locked straight and unbending, her long and shapely legs angled forwards. Her waist was held firmly down, so her magnificent ass, like two soccer balls side by side, was thrust out and up. Her stretched-out arms were rigid and high, raising her superb tits in total vulnerability. Encased and stretched in a network of straps and ropes, she was all rigidity and tension and sublime obscenity. Her brown eyes were wide as wide could be in amazement and fear. She gave David a beseeching look and burbled through her nose and the huge gag in her mouth. No, she could not stand this contortion for another moment. Such tension and distortion was an impossibility!
‘You really are stupid,’ David sighed. ‘That’s what’s so depressing about life, the fact that people are just so hopelessly dumb. You let yourself be tied up. I can do anything I like to you now, anything at all. You should be ashamed.’
Lust pulsed dizzily in Mary’s swollen, gaping genitals thrust out at David in utter submission and blatant invitation. She prayed he would use her helpless body ruthlessly, occupying her weeping, twitching hole with his huge and rigid cock. How could he resist? Now he must hurt her, punish her with absolute severity, and he would fuck her and fuck her, making her come again and again. She could come even from pure punishment. His strong hands cupped her full, sweating breasts, stroked the full, hard curves of her buttocks, and caressed her sensitive thighs and belly. Expert and ruthless, his cruel fingers pinched her huge rigid nipples, swollen cunt lips and hard, hungry clit. Moaning, she prayed for the stimulation of his cock or a whip. Agony or pleasure, she could ride either or both to the same goal.
‘I’m not going to fuck you or whip you, you stupid bitch,’ David stated harshly. ‘You’re too disgusting and stupid. You think you’re so magnificent that no man can resist fucking you and whipping your bum. Even tied up and gagged you think you’re the queen. But you’re nothing to me, Mary. Absolutely nothing. I’m not even interested enough to feel disgust.’
Hands pumping his cock, David moved around Mary with clinical detachment, studying her purely as an image to serve his pleasure. He rubbed the huge shiny helmet of his cock on her belly and arse, but he did not enter her. He tweaked her nipples, twisting and pulling and squeezing, using his left hand, while serving his own cock with his right. Cruelly, he thrust his massive, hard penis against her sensitive breasts. Arms stretched taut upwards and outwards, waist held down and rigid by the belt and ropes, legs locked straight, Mary could only suffer. Laughing nastily, David moved to her arse, savouring the view, knowing he could do anything he liked, yet choosing to jerk off over her, to prove that she was not worthy of his cock or a whip.
With a terrible shout he came, showering Mary’s bum and back with endless floods of cream, spraying and hosing her lovely body with absolute contempt. Mary wept. This was worse than anything she had dreamed of. How delightful in comparison would have been the thrust of his cock, or the burning sting of a whip!
‘You see, I don’t need you,’ David gasped, after the last spurt of his incredibly prolonged climax. ‘You’re nothing to me. You’re not good enough to be given anything.’
Sneering, he slowly massaged his deluge into her tits and over her back and arse. She was coated with cream, and her nostrils filled with the smell.
‘You filthy bitch, you dirty slut,’ David snarled. ‘Flaunting your tits and arse and cunt like this! You love being helpless. You’ll take anything from me, no matter what, so long as you have my attention. You don’t want me to do anything worthwhile or to think clearly or to try and be a better person. You just want me to think about you all the time. The puritans were right, women are a snare.’
Mary saw that his cock showed no sign of subsiding. Instead, it was huge and pulsing and absolutely rigid. It was a machine out of control, an object to inspire terror.
‘I’ve just come, yet I can’t get soft, I have to come again and again,’ David said with absolute loathing and disgust. ‘Well, so what? It’s meaningless. I’ll just keep jerking off. I don’t need to touch you. I don’t need you in any way, Mary. When you’re gone I’ll remember how you look now and I’ll jerk off when I have to.’
Abruptly, he fetched a black leather blindfold and fitted it to Mary, putting her into darkness. Then she heard him leave the room, though he quickly returned. Shockingly, she felt a ferocious burning between her buttocks.
‘Relax, it’s only an ice cube,’ David sneered. ‘Let it in right now. Don’t fool around.’
Mary was too afraid to resist. She somehow managed to relax her muscles, and David forced the slippery, bitingly cold thing against her flesh, forcing entry. It felt huge! Crying out with shock and disbelief and pain, she felt it suddenly slip inside her, chilling her inside. The icy penetration horrified her, it was a total violation. Then he did it again. She heard a gurgling sound, and it was her. David was conquering her depths. With a third cube, he caressed her nipples and the head of her clit, making her every nerve scream.
‘Don’t let there be the slightest leak,’ David ordered his gorgeously tensed and distressed victim. ‘Don’t you dare make any mess on my bathroom floor.’
Urgently, he masturbated and, in a surprisingly short time, he came again. His groans were terrible, making his orgasm sound like death.
‘You bitch, you dirty whore,’ he groaned, touching her all over. ‘Why do you have to be so beautiful and so helpless? It’s disgusting. You’re pathetic. God, how I hate you.’
For some minutes Mary heard David walking around in the bathroom, sometimes muttering to himself and sometimes insulting her. He urinated. He took stuff from the cupboard and put it back. He took a shower. Cold.
‘Damn you,’ he said. ‘I have to come again. And it’s all your fault. Why couldn’t you just leave me alone? Was that so much to ask for?’
Mary was so frightened that she could not control her bladder.
‘You filthy whore,’ David snarled. ‘You did that deliberately!’
Retaliation came swiftly. A sharp crack resounded in the room. Mary squealed and wept and struggled in blind panic, but for all her ludicrous exertions she could not move an inch or even beg for mercy as a series of vicious blows landed on and between the taut ripe cheeks of her superb arse. Fire burned through every fibre of her body and soul, nothing existed but overpowering pain. Never had Mary known such pure, fiery agony. With every terrible blow, she prayed he would stop, but he went on hitting her like a machine, incapable of knowing exhaustion. He struck all her totally vulnerable nudity. Mary’s every muscle ached from her writhings and spasms, the pointless struggles that made her body the picture of female failure and futility.
Thousands of years later, it seemed, David threw down his leather tawse and thrust his massive cock into the dark red and hugely swollen lips of Mary’s blatantly displayed cunt. Endlessly, he fucked her with ruthless male power, churning the depths of her body and soul with the irresistible force of his solid, weighty penis. Unwilling, horrified, Mary nevertheless came quickly, and was stunned and appalled by the length and force of her orgasm. She was ripped apart by shattering ecstatic explosions, and rebuilt in strange forms. And soon she came again, no matter how she fought her own rapture.
At last David came, with fearsome cries and a long drawn-out croaking, choking sound in his throat like a hideous death rattle. When he had finished, he set about freeing her and tried to hide his nervousness. What if she went for his throat?
Mary hurried to the nearest shower on her release and sobbed and grimaced as she used floods of cold water to ease the fiery stinging of her abused body. Quickly, she regained control of herself by a determined act of will. It was vital that she did not break down in floods of tears or lash out at him. She had to capture David’s imagination by not doing what he expected.
‘That did us both some good,’ she said casually after turning off the shower. ‘And it’ll be even more fun when I get Faye and Carol in here to join us.’
‘You’re insane! They’ll never agree, and if by some strange and stupid miracle they did, I’d never have anything to do with them.’ David was obviously dismayed that Mary’s ordeal had not broken her spirit.
Mary simply smiled a mocking smile. Already she was feeling better. She had made David dominate and fuck her against his will. In reality she had won.
‘We’ll have to wait a few days before we get Carol and Faye to join us,’ she said, holding her sore arse. ‘Otherwise the marks of the tawse would scare them.’
‘A few days!’ David exclaimed. ‘You’ll drive me nuts.’
‘Ignore me. I’ll clean the house and cook. We can go shopping for new equipment. The old rubber helmets are perished. Wow, Faye and Carol in rubber!’
‘You’re crazy. And you’re leaving.’
‘OK,’ Mary replied, knowing he would change his mind. He was still too depressed and confused to chase her away.
Mary had not yet begun to submit.
Drizzle filled the air nearly the whole of the next day, but Mary was cheerful and busy. She did a lot of housework and shopping, as well as cooking. By the end of the day, David’s house was in a much better state than it had been, and Mary felt she understood a great truth: it was good simply to work, and to feel useful. If only David had not avoided her so much, the whole day might even have been worth living.
Next day was a Sunday. After lunch, David made an announcement. ‘I’ve got to persuade you to leave, Mary. You’re in danger if you stay here. I’m in danger because you keep tempting me to go too far. Carol and Faye are in danger because of your crazy plan to get them involved with us.’
‘It’s not so crazy. They love the bathroom, and you’d love to have them join us there.’
‘Of course, but the point is that it’s all wrong,’ David explained slowly and carefully, as though, Mary thought, he truly believed she was a crazy woman. How strange he was!
‘No words of mine can persuade you, Mary, because you just ignore anything I say about wanting to be alone.’
‘Yes, because you don’t know what’s good for you. And you don’t even mean it.’
‘You see? And it’s no use my being cruel to you. You get satisfaction from that because at least I’m paying attention to you. When I dominate you, you just come and come, so that just makes you want to stay.’
‘You understand me,’ Mary said. ‘I like that too, though I shouldn’t admit it.’
‘So I have a plan to persuade you to leave. I’ve arranged a scene at that house in London I told you about once. Remember?’
‘Yes. You stopped going before you met me, because you preferred intimacy to group scenes.’
‘Right. Now, you have a straight choice. You can leave me today, or you can come with me to this house, to be dominated by a bunch of silly upper-class prats who think of themselves as an elect secret society. The experience will be so bad that it’ll make you determined to leave me.’
‘What if I refuse both alternatives?’ Mary inquired.
‘Then we get involved with the police, and a court case which would be incredibly messy. But if I’m forced to prosecute you for illegal occupation of a dwelling, stalking or whatever, I promise you I will.’
‘Difficult. This is difficult,’ said Mary, feeling sad that David could be such a fool. It was disappointing. Why could he not simply be glad that she was there, and beg her to stay?
‘We can’t go on like this,’ David said abruptly.
‘Yes, yes, I know everything you’re going to say,’ Mary told him. ‘I’m an evil woman who leads you back into the radioactive badlands of sado-masochism, and you’re the good man who wants to dedicate his life to celibacy, carpentry and collecting science-fiction paperbacks published before 1971. You’re good, I’m bad, you don’t want to screw up Carol and Faye’s tender young minds, and you want me to go away. Why do you keep saying the same things all the time? It’s pretty boring. I suppose you want to pretend you have a conscience.’
‘You’re right, Mary. I do keep on saying the same old things to you. But this is different. This time it’s for real. Make your decision. Leave or be dominated by a group.’
‘I need a week to make a decision like that. Not that there are any decisions like that.’
‘Of course you need a week. What you actually have is five minutes.’
‘Please, David, at least tell me a little about this scene. What are the rules? The limits? Is it dangerous?’
‘Of course it’s not physically dangerous for you, because that’s just what I’m striving to avoid,’ David replied, clearly trying hard to keep his temper. ‘Give me credit for some sense. I’m not stupid. Of course you won’t get any permanent marks or be in physical danger, including the danger of disease. No man will penetrate you, but you’ll have to serve men and women. If I go into all the details the scene will lose all its effectiveness, so no more details. The end. Decide.’
‘OK. I agree,’ said Mary, though the words seemed to stick in her throat. She felt dazed and afraid. ‘Wait a minute, you’re going too fast. What happens afterwards? What if I insist on staying here – or try to stay here, with you – after I’ve endured this ordeal?’
‘Then we’ll visit this group again. A week later, say. Until you’ve had enough. But I think once will be enough to persuade you to leave me alone.’
Two hours later, they left David’s house and drove to London. Mary was very nervous, yet she still had some hope.
Hope was something she kept coming back to, after every lousy and hopeless experience of her life, so even now, sitting in the car on the way to what David assured her was sheer nastiness, she still found some kind of hope in the idea that, if she submitted to strangers and suffered terrible humiliations and chastisements, then David would come to regard her with some genuine emotion, whether it was pity or admiration. Or even disgust. Disgust was better than nothing.
On arrival at an imposing house in Kensington, a serious-looking security guard checked David’s identity, then allowed him to drive into an underground car park. David led Mary to a small room with three white doors on the ground floor. It had a look of bareness. He carried a briefcase.
‘Here we can get you ready,’ he told her. ‘It’s still not too late to change your mind, but soon it will be too late. Once it’s started, that’s it. It’ll go on no matter what.’
‘I understand,’ Mary replied. She was almost shaking. ‘But I can’t back out now. I’d despise myself. And I’d always be curious. I know, I know: curiosity killed the cat.’
First they undressed, and then they used the shower and toilet in the tiny adjoining bathroom. David opened his briefcase, and took out a gag, a helmet, a pair of gloves, and a pair of pants, all in scarlet rubber. Mary shivered. At the urging of David, she drank some water, and ate some biscuits for energy, though she could hardly swallow. Then David dressed her for her ordeal. First he put on her thin, stretchy rubber pants, which had very tight elasticated waist and legs. They also had a fitted, flexible dildo inside. Mary accepted this into her vagina without pleasure. Then she placed into her mouth the rubber bulb gag, which had a short breathing tube through its centre. Then the rubber helmet. This had holes for her eyes, nostrils and the tube of the gag, and a larger hole at the back for her hair to pass through. David carefully fitted the helmet so it was smooth. He put a band around her shoulder-length dark-chestnut hair to arrange it in a neat ponytail. The long neckpiece of the helmet lightly embraced her throat. Lastly, she put on the long latex gloves, which had no fingers, simply a closed end which made it difficult for her to move her fingers at all, as it was so tight. Oddly enough, this minor detail disturbed her more than the gag, helmet and pants with internal dildo. The gloves were tautly stretched around her arms and hands like big condoms, and felt strangely dehumanising.
In the large adjustable mirror that stood in one corner of the small bare white room, Mary gazed at herself in awe and fear. She looked like pure sex, a delectable victim, so tall and shapely. And just like this, she was going to present herself to a group of strangers. Perverts. How she would turn them on, whether she wanted to or not! David was already highly aroused, his cock huge and upright, like a police truncheon.
‘Put on a good show, Mary,’ he encouraged her. ‘Don’t embarrass me and yourself in front of all these people, even if they are phonies and twats.’ He could not help smiling at his own contradictory feelings towards the group. ‘First off, you’ll bring off a few men by hand. Make them come over you. Do it well, OK? Be sexy, try to please them and excite the audience. They’ve seen and done it all, so they’ll be bored and angry if it’s a dull show. Better to keep on their good side by being a star turn, right?’
Mary nodded in agreement, feeling more afraid by the second. She felt she had made another stupid mistake in agreeing to come to this place, but she was too stubborn to try to back out now. How cowardly it would seem to her afterwards! Perhaps David had expected her to refuse, and the whole thing might be a bluff. That would be funny. She looked into his eyes and saw his anticipation. No, it was not a bluff.
He picked up the phone, said that they were ready, listened. ‘We’ll wait a few minutes,’ he told Mary. ‘Have a seat.’
They waited for what seemed to Mary like a long time, and she began to feel like crying. The phone rang. David picked it up, listened briefly, put it down.
‘You’re on,’ he told Mary. ‘Walk tall. Look proud. Win the crowd of fools over. Follow instructions instantly.’
He opened one of the white doors and led Mary through it and along an empty passage, then opened another white door, ushered her inside a totally dark room, followed her in and shut the door behind them. Mary could see nothing in the darkness. She stood there in mounting terror.
Abruptly, several lights came on, and they all seemed to be directed at her. At first she was dazzled. As her eyes adjusted, she saw that she was in a large room, facing over thirty people, more than she had expected. Most were naked. They sat or lay on armchairs, sofas, heaps of cushions, all of which were black, as were the curtains, carpet, walls and ceiling.
‘This is Mary,’ said David. ‘Such a beautiful body, and such an annoying character.’
Mary remembered to stand up straight, and tried not to show her fear. Murmurs of appreciation spread around the room, and Mary heard favourable comments on her superb breasts, narrow waist, long, powerful legs and firm round arse that helped her regain a little of her usual confidence.
‘Play with yourself, Mary,’ said David. ‘Arouse us all.’
It was terrible for Mary to do anything in front of so many people, but if she showed shyness or fear she sensed their mockery would be savage. She and David would both look foolish. Besides, several naked men and women were already caressing each other or casually masturbating, which helped. So Mary began to put on a show. Caressing her breasts, pulling on her big nipples, rubbing the crotch of her rubber pants, thrusting out her rear and stroking it, she gradually aroused herself as well as the group. The dildo began to be welcome.
‘Now bring off a man or two, Mary,’ David ordered.
Two naked men came towards her as David led her to a black rubber sheet covering soft cushions. He took a large tube of lubricant gel and squirted some on her hands, breasts and inner thighs. One of the men who approached her was middle-aged and overweight, the other younger and muscular. They began to caress Mary and, after a moment’s hesitation, she touched their cocks, which quickly grew rigid. Never, despite all she had done with David, had Mary imagined she could ever do such a strange and whorish act, but now she did it. What else could she do? She tried to think of it as a gift for David even if he did not deserve any gifts, a proof of her obedience. Never would he find a more exciting woman. She would be so dirty and thrilling that he would eventually have to beg her to stay with him forever.
Such thoughts helped her, and she threw herself into the task of pleasing two men. She handled their cocks with enthusiasm and skill, stroking and squeezing them tightly. Kneeling before them, she rubbed both their knobs on her breasts at the same time, using her huge hard teats to rub against every part of the big gleaming heads of their cocks, while holding their shafts tightly, one in each hand. Then the elder man lay down, so Mary went on all fours and took his penis in her rubber-sheathed and lubricated hands, proffering her arse to the younger man, who rubbed his tool on her rubber pants, then put it between her shiny thighs and humped back and forth with moans of delight. After trying several other positions, the elder man had Mary jerk him off over her breasts, deluging them with floods of sticky cream, and then the younger man came all over her back, crying out loudly as he hosed her long, lean torso with powerful leaping spurts.
Shuddering, Mary felt degraded. This was disgusting. But it would be stupid to stop now, before she had even come. Besides, she saw that David was staring at her in fascination, idly handling his cock. She had to capture his imagination. She would not break, as he doubtless thought she would. To her surprise, a gorgeous nude woman who looked like a model came and licked her back clean, then kissed the young man who had come there. A loving couple. Then three men came to Mary. One lay down and arranged her so she lay on top of him, face up, his penis between her thighs, while the other two knelt on either side of them. She handled their cocks well and, to her surprise, realised she was becoming strongly aroused. It made her feel she must be truly crazy and bad, like David seemed to feel she was, but there was no getting away from the simple truth of her need.
Nobody spoke to her, not even to mock her. Instead, they treated her as if she were mindless, a body without any personality. Nobody even looked her in the eyes, except David. It seemed everyone was following some kind of script, probably written by David, and the only person who knew nothing about it was Mary herself, a thought she found frightening. One of the men in her hands came over her breasts, then two women, one naked and one in red underwear, came to suck and caress the other two until they came, spattering Mary from her knees to her head with leaping spurts.
Feeling dazed by her dehumanising treatment, Mary was then taken to a large bathroom upstairs and thoroughly washed in complete silence, as though she were a laboratory animal being prepared for an experiment of some nastiness. When they returned to the black room, Mary noticed that the party was really getting somewhere, with several couples screwing, other groups caressing each other, and a few men and women casually masturbating. Then she had a shock: David sat on a couch with a naked woman on either side, and they were handling his penis while he caressed their bodies. Mary told herself it was ridiculous to be shocked. Obviously, David had planned to do something with other women, to make her, Mary, feel lousy. Obvious, yes, but Mary had somehow assumed he would only touch her. She had not expected him to ignore her. Yet she was angry with herself, not David. How could she have been so naive?