Short Takes

[triad]

Thank you for the kind words. Writing is not easy for me.


Your frantic, frustrated humps of the air causes the thick 18 inch dildo to slide slowly out your pulsating pussy. The movements give you great pleasure but I can see the desperation in your eye as you try to remain motionless, not wanting to lose your object of pleasure. This proves difficult in the rough waves not to mention that it has been two weeks since your last orgasm when we set sail.You plead into the gagged panties and try to resist the need. But a few minutes and many rocky waves later, you hump the air again hoping to reach your climax before it's too late.

I begin to remove the dildo against your wimpers. Then I remove the saliva covered panties from your mouth and replace it with the dildo. Then I proceeded to teasingly insert the panties into your pussy, quickly soaking up your juices and eliciting a low moan. After attaching the leash to your collar, I untie your hands from the beam above and lead you to the bed by the window.

I can see your pussy clench against the panties in an attempt to gain pleasure as I harness you to a pulley above the bed in the ceiling. Your hands are bound to your elbows and ankles to your thighs. You are supported to the pulley by ropes below your bosom, under your arms, your ankles and finally two ropes that frame your engorged clit and dripping pussy lips. I switch the position of the dildo and panties and you quickly begin to lower yourself onto the dildo on the bed as you taste your own juices. But the rocking boat and the lack of balance you have standing on your knees hinders you from a proper fuck. Your renewed wimpers bring a smile to me.

Pausing to admire your struggles briefly, I take the ropes outside the room through the window. Taking each of the ropes, I secure them to six of the sled dogs aboard for our trip. Then I secure a spare fishing pole onto the roof of the room. When I dangle the bone from the pole, the dogs immediately chase it, creating an instant effect on you. Due to the short fishing line, rocky waves and the very strong winds, the dogs have trouble reaching the flying bone. As they scramble around, it pulls on the ropes which raise and lower you on the dildo in a random and unpredictable fashion. You can only moan continuously as you watch your tormentors unknowingly fuck you...

[submissivewife]

Nikita,

Hummm I loved the story. Unfortunately my children are now out of pampers and since you have been with family and can't hand any out I had to substitue with a towel. I must say, that was wonderful and....the towel is drenched.

subwife

[learningtopleez]

Another very interesting twist to a story triad! I do like the way you think!

[submissivewife]

This afternoon after talking to you I went to the couch spread my legs wide and imagine riding you. First with you in my pussy as you caressed and pinched my nipples I ride you with vigor and need. I then imagined turning around and taking you into my ass and riding you. My ass facing you and the view of me taking you into my ass as I ride you pleases you very much. I am supporting myself on my hands between your legs. You tried to control the power and speed by grabbing my hips. Only you weren't satisfied. You sat up and then came to a kneeling position, doing so and not leaving my ass. Then you take my hips and bring yourself out so the tip is at my entrance and then pull me back to you as you thrust forward. I am begging and screaming from the pain, but loving it all the same.

I continue to beg for mercy but not really wanting it. I love to have you do this to me, me begging for mercy but you denying it as you fuck my ass harder and faster. I lower my head to the bed. My ass is all that is in view. You love seeing yourself penetrate and fuck my ass fiercely. Then you grab the vibe and shove it into my dripping pussy. Leaning forward you then rub my clit. Fucking me fiercely, rubbing my clit and the vibe in my pussy nearly sends me to orgasm.

Remembering to ask I say, "Master, Please may I orgasm."

"No" is all you can say.

Groaning with desperation as my body threatens to send me over anyway, I concentrate on not cumming, but the feel of you doing these things to me is hard to control.

I hear you say in your most doming voice, "Don't you dare cum you slut. Hear me bitch you better not cum."

Your Dom voice nearly sends me to orgasm as well as the words. Fighting even harder to control the orgasm I feel you pump me as hard as you can. The pain is great but I love it. The submissiveness I feel is overwhelming and adds to my impending orgasm.

"Please, Master. I can't hold it. Please let me cum." I beg and cry.

Your ready to cum and as you do you say, "Cum bitch." The explosion in me is more than I can take I scream my orgasm and spasm violently. So intense is my orgasm that I faint.

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Waking I see my Master holding me tenderly and telling me what a good girl I was and how I was his little girl. I snuggle closer running my hands through the hair on your chest. Saying, "Thank you Master."

[Dapper Dan]

Yowser Subwif,

You sure got me going. (Yeah I'm an ass man in case you doubted it. And the images you planted with your story...
Nicely done. Hope your Master makes you write another short take.
Dan

[Nikita]

Remembering to ask I say, "Master, Please may I orgasm."

"No" is all you can say.

I hear you say in your most doming voice, "Don't you dare cum you slut. Hear me bitch you better not cum."

"Please, Master. I can't hold it. Please let me cum." I beg and cry.

"Cum bitch." The explosion in me is more than I can take I scream my orgasm and spasm violently. So intense is my orgasm that I faint.
"Thank you Master."

Subwife,

You just wrote the Cum Slut Mantra. Amen to that sister!

Nikita

[submissivewife]

Subwife,

You just wrote the Cum Slut Mantra. Amen to that sister!

Nikita

Does seem quite fitting doesn't it?

[pejanon]

HI SUBMISSIVEWIFE<

OH HOT SHORT _ VERY NICE!

Second person narration can be tricky (and unnatural) but you handled it weel, it flows natuaraly -- and the matra is SOO fitting

Wolfie

[Alex Bragi]

This is good, I liked it! Only you've confused your tenses in the first paragraph.

[submissivewife]

This is good, I liked it! Only you've confused your tenses in the first paragraph.

OOps!! Sorry I do have a problem with going between past to present and vice versa....

[Mad Lews]

OOps!! Sorry I do have a problem with going between past to present and vice versa....

Well Subwife,
You write anything that hot and I'll forgive you a tense change or two. Just don't cum without permission.
BTW does that Eviiiil Master of yours ever force you to orgasm again and again untill you can't take it any more then make you cum a few more times?
just wondering
Mad

[Masterdarkone2000]

Well Subwife,
You write anything that hot and I'll forgive you a tense change or two. Just don't cum without permission.
BTW does that Eviiiil Master of yours ever force you to orgasm again and again untill you can't take it any more then make you cum a few more times?
just wondering
Mad

Well This Eviiiil Master of hers does force her to cum until she almost passes out and hits the floor as she falls off the chair. Building her up until teasing her and teasing her and the forcing her orgasm on top of orgasm on top of orgasm until her body shakes and convolses uncontrollably simply from one word she was taught to cum to. A naughty, horney, little begging slut she has become.



She loves it and craves it.
From her eviiil Master

Darkone

[Mad Lews]

Well This Eviiiil Master of hers does force her to cum until she almost passes out and hits the floor as she falls off the chair. Building her up until teasing her and teasing her and the forcing her orgasm on top of orgasm on top of orgasm until her body shakes and convolses uncontrollably simply from one word she was taught to cum to. A naughty, horney, little begging slut she has become.



She loves it and craves it.
From her eviiil Master

Darkone

Darkone,
You are a sick twisted evil man...
I like that in a person
but more important subwif likes it too.
Maybe you could make her write about it some time.
Mad

[submissivewife]

Yes Mad I have been having the time of my life. Master does seem to know how to push my buttons. Writing about it? Well I will just have to see about that. Sometimes it is hard to put all the emotions and feelings on paper. Heck sometimes it's hard to explain it to myself. BUT Thoroughly enjoying myself.

[pejanon]

Lupus in Media or:

How to Talk Dirty, Aggravate People and Get to Wear Collar in Public


By Wolffie
2005+ (c) by Wolfwerks


Some time ago.... Ahem some years ago .... ok, ok, MANY years ago (happy now?)... I used to be occasional guest on local radio stations (even small "Art" TV station) to run my mouth off on 'fantastic" art or music. That still happens but not too often. The incident described did not help ... and calling well know local critic "accomplished cocksucker and whore to producers" in another show helped even less...

I was invited in late late radio show (average audience 5 to 7) on talk show with a topic: "New morality in art and media" or something silly like that. Guests: Yours truly - expert on Fantastic (also a friend of host); moderately known movie critic, and a star - young priest. Not bearded, making himself popular with lectures, claimed to be "rock priest" (what an insult to decent music!), supposedly very liberal. (His liberal views ended with listening to Queen - and he even knew WHAT Freddie was. Wow..) Also publicity hungry - priests do not usually appear on TV/radio shows starting at 00:05. Midnight. (It was a time when church was in eclipse so the bugger had to work for it.)

Studio was near my place in old part of town and occupied HALF of one floor - SMALL! Sound studio could barely take the four of us.

It was a slow start - very relaxed.. The host tried some provocative subjects but nothing happened. (The critics was an old fox and didn't care anyway, neither did I at first- I consider such talk mostly hot air anyway.)

However it soon turned out that: a) the priest had strong, definitive opinions on everything, b) he was a kind of person starts sentences with: "I have nothing against THAT but.... " then you find out he has EVERYTHING against it.

He began to really piss me off. You know how some people just get to your nerves? Well, he was prime example.... Also, he mentioned too often: "Youth of today should this and NOT do that, blah blah " I hate that.

It got really heated. Him and me; the critic started to enjoy himself and was just was looking for things to goad us even more. Sly old fox.

The host kept saying "Now, now, gentleman, let's be civil..." but keeping an very interested eye at the lightened board for incoming calls and technician showing thumbs up. The night editor showed up too and started sawing the edge of the palm across the throat - and he could've just pulled the plug. So it went on: the youth-spoiling articles in teen magazines, nefarious music, 'bad' movies, absurd and immoral fashion etc.

Now, I do not rise to bait THAT easily (these days I would not spend three brain cells on that guy - but, I had more brain cell then!). I even went under the belt, with utterances like: "Oh the youth's minds? I am glad to hear that you are interested in their MINDS, as well." Since the guests could choose the music I insisted on numbers like Floyd's "Leave the Kids Alone" and, yes, "Walk on the Wild Side" by you know who.

Somewhere after two o'clock we hit on subject of kid's clothes (kids = teens). It was time of some kind of post punk revival (no Goths yet, I think). You can imagine. The critic connected the erotic story entitled "Collar" in local slick magazine and the kids wearing collars on streets. (The story was ordinary vanilla hit-and-run. Heroine is all a-shiver about The Story of O, narrates it to a boyfriend, he gets her a choker, she puts it on, he gets hard, they fuck in most ordinary manner and ride into sunset. Crap!) Ah, but the critic added something like: "Do you know those are real dog collars and they have SPECIAL meaning?" He was just sprinkling oil on fire. He succeeded. The black robed guy started foaming and fuming. At that time I did not attribute TOO MUCH meaning on collars - but he blew my cool completely.

I got up, went to the back room where I left my dog The dog was big black Labrador with white chest called Riki. I adored him - I still do. So I took the mutt to the front of the studio, in front of the glass partition, where a small crowd had gathered - I wanted them to SEE. I took Riki's collar, readjusted it and - put it on.

I went back in the soundproof room and sat down. The priest got up, moved his chair away from me as much as he could in the cramped room, muttering something about 'Outrageous, brimstone, blasphemous.'. He wasn't collared (the priest, I mean) but he got the message - part of it. I said something like; "Riki does me the honor of wearing my collar and being most faithful friend. I want to honor him by wearing HIS collar... ". I felt surprisingly cool, relaxed and light headed.

The show was soon over. It was to last up to 2:30 AM anyway so the night editor 'politely' called it quits.

I went home - wearing collar. I was very pissed AND I like to aggravate people from time to time. My wife was asleep (and pissed off later - when she found out what fun she missed. I was even more pissed because she was supposed to tape it and she just fell asleep even before it started.) I just flopped on the bed and went to sleep (OK. so I had a drink or two). In the morning - she awoke me verrry nicely.

Collars do that, you know.

Aftermath: I got a ton of messages and calls. Generally by people who didn't even hear it (oh, but the studio tape got around).

However, several days later we were going to a party and she suggested I wear the collar. So I did. Next time I suggested SHE wear it. She did - several times and NOT always in public. (OK - it was quite a number of times!)

THEN Riki got really nervous whenever we took his collar off (he was clean, you know, and I'm NOT too finicky and neither was she). But the dog started looking at me with: "Could you please leave my collar alone - make your mind awready. WHO is wearing it?"


Finally, from the children's store she got some plastic stiff belts and made two collars - pink and blue. (I swear!)

(I still have Riki's and the plastic one. But THAT is another story.)

END

I suppose I should add something about the collars. Yes it does change things. Snug, protecting and exposing at the same time. At first I had no feeling of ownership (one way or another), and I will not comment on that here. After all you either understand the power of the collar, or you don't.

In that studio I was just thinking how to aggravate and irritate the guy and make a point - nothing else. Actually I wasn't thinking at all. ...


After-aftermath: some years latter in that priest's parish (yes, he got one) certain significant sum of money went 'missing' - so much for morality.

[Chuckdom19]

Nicely written, Pej, and stirs up some memories, too. Thanks!

[submissivewife]

I woke to a gag in my mouth and lying in a cage. My hands tied to each corner above my head. My knees bent and ankles tied to each corner of the opposite end as my hands. Naked except for the collar I could feel snuggly around my neck. The collar fastened to one of the bars of my cage making it to where I could not move my head around. I felt helpless, scared, exposed, and vulnerable.
I didn't know who had me all I know is I was scared and I could hear someone/thing in the distance. All I could see was the ceiling above me. From the rafters and the natural wood, I guessed I was in some kind of barn or cabin but really had no idea where.
"Your awake my little pup." I hear from a familiar voice
"Auummphh,” I say. At the sound of the voice, I try to move head to see him but unable to move because of my collar hooked the way it was. Just the slightest movement cause pain around my neck and the airflow hampered. Scared I moved my head back to a position I could breath and hoped HE would come closer so I could see him.
Then HE comes into view. My Master, Owner, and Daddy was standing above me. I look at him imploringly for him to take the gag out to untie me. Reading my mind he says, "No, my pet, not yet."
Giving a noise of a whimper and cry, I watch Master lean against the top of my cage. "Don't worry my sweet, the puppies are asleep in the next room."
Knowing what he was saying my eyes become big at his implication, I struggle against my binds only to have the binds tighten on my wrists, and ankles and the collar choke me until I almost pass out from the lack of air. Settling down I open my eyes to look at my owner and realize he was serious my pups were fine.
Master leans away front he cage then walks around to the front of the gage and opens it. Climbs in and lays next to me. Oh, he felt so good, his body next to mine. I have wanted to feel him for so long I thought it would never happen. He touches my breasts then runs his hand from my heaving breast down my abdomen to my already responding pussy. Run a finger long my slit to gently open me then inserts his finger into my dripping pussy.
"My little bitch needs fucked don't you little bitch in heat."
His words humiliate me but cause my pussy to clench his finger in initiation. I arch my hips to his hand and want to fuck his hand as it teases my aching pussy. Taking and pulling my legs wider Master positions himself between my legs and puts his thick, hard, pulsating, cock to my entrance and says, "Show Daddy how bad you want him."
Arching up as best I can I put my Master into me as far as I can then start to fuck him slowly, watching his face the whole time. He watches me closely then smiles. Reaching up to my wrists he unties them then reaches down to my ankles and unties them then unhooks the collar he leaves me, crawls out of the cage, and says, "Come bitch."
Again, humiliation pours through me but I move from the cage and crawl in front of my Master to await his orders.
"Turn around and present Daddy your ass."
Turning around I present my ass to him then Master grabs my hips roughly and pulls me closer to him until he is at the entrance to my pussy then pulls me back fiercely against him. I scream into my gag at the force of his entry and the size of his cock. Breathing heavily as he fucks me fiercely, my body begins to beg for release.
Then without warning on his out thrust he pulls out of me and on his in thrust, thrusts deep into my ass. Again, the shock of the entry and the pain causes me to scream. Only this time I didn't stop my screams as he fucks my ass just as fierce as he did my pussy.
Reaching around me to touch my aching clit Master rubs my clit softly at first then harder as he come closer to his own climax. Still rubbing harder he says, "Cum bitch" and I cum as he orders, as he pumps his seed into my ass.

[Chuckdom19]

Excellent short-short, submissivewife! Begging for a sequel...

[Nikita]

Girlie:

You are reaching deep and pulling out some edgier stuff. Way to go.

Niki

[submissivewife]

Thank you chksng19 and Niki....I will try to keep coming up with some more interesting writings and maybe a sequal to this one.

[triad]

I need a new muse. Version 1.0 for now.



Gwen was the perfect image of the innocent slutty schoogirl in five inch fuck me heels, see through top, short pleated skirt and thigh high stockings held by lace garterbelt.

"We can't have you do that now," I said as I removed her hands away from her panties, tying them to the arms of the chair. Her pouted lips soon turned to moans as I traced my fingers over the panties, causing a wet stain to form.

I paused to place a blindfold over her eyes and she rubbed her thighs together, lost in her heat. She jumped when she heard the buzz of the vibrator and licked her lips in anticipation. I placed the head to her mouth and she quickly started sucking it like a real cock, running her tongue along the entire length. After it was coated in her saliva, I traced it slowly down her belly, leaving a wet trial over her nipples and finally over her panties. She started humping and gyrating, trying to gain more friction with the vibrator.

"Please put it in me," she begged as I teased her through the panties. I ignored her protests and removed contact all together so she tried to follow the noise with her hips, her head searching blindly around, her back arched high into the air.

"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease fuck me," her words slurred with lust.

"Do you promise to be good?"

"Yes, yes, yessssss," she was slowly going crazy.

I untied her wrists from the chair and she remained still to her word.

"Hold this," I placed the buzzing toy between her drenched thighs but she dropped it, not expecting the sudden act of kindness. The rattling of the vibrator on the floor complimented well with her frustrated groans. I reached for a pump gag and reduced her groans to mere whimpers. She looked so hot blindfolded, rubbing her thighs frantically, and waving a ten inch dildo sticking out from her gag. I wanted to bring myself to orgasm right then but I had a plan to follow through.

The chair was soaked when I helped her up. Then I tied her hands behind her back and picked up the toy. Tracing the juices up her stocking, I awarded her good behavior and pushed aside the dripping panties. The vibrator entered with great ease and she threw her head back as her legs trembled. I replaced the panty crotch over the vibrator to hold it in place and ushered her up the stairs.

She struggled to climb the stairs blindfolded with her hands tied which provided a great view of her ass under the skirt. I could see the vibrator rotating undereneath the panties. When we reached the bedroom, she froze completely at the loud noise from the bed.

Bound to the bed was Chloe. Her ankles were tied to her wrists and both were secured to the headboard forcing her legs wide apart and her ass high into the air. I had left a vibrator in her anus hours ago but left her pussy empty. She was groaning urgently behind the panties gagged in her mouth and it was hard to tell if she was trying to shake off the blindfold or just going crazy with frustration.

Muffled grunts beside me brought my attention back. Gwen was beginning to tense up, getting very close to cumming so I reached over and turned the vibrator off. She let out an immense groan and it was Chloe's turn to pause. I grabbed the vibrator outside Gwen's panties and pushed, edging her towards the bed, eliciting many whimpers.

Then I positioned her on her knees so her ass was high behind her and the dildo from her gag was fractions away from the hungry pussy before her. Unable to see, Gwen accidently brushed the dildo against the vibrator buried in Chloe. Chloe moaned louder and I knew I had little time left. Unable to see, Gwen was confused by the contact but I quickly remedied that when I slammed the dildo on her face into the wet pussy. Chloe almost came from the sudden intrusion and immediately begged for permission.

I refused and whispered to Gwen instead, "You may cum after you make her cum." Gwen can smell the lust before her so she started fucking her face faster and harder so Chloe was having trouble from holding back.

I decided to even the race and switched back the vibrator in Gwen. She lost her rhythm as expected, much to Chloe's frustration. But it only lasted a moment. The room was soon filled with long, passionate moans which changed to frustrated begging as both fought from cumming.

"You may cum now," I ripped off their blindfolds. Chloe screamed her release instantly, riding and coating Gwen's face before staring wide eyed in disblief. Likewise, Gwen froze in shock, but after being denied for so long, her urge to cum took over and she came with her dildo still buried in her mother's pussy.

[Nikita]

Triad,

I was sitting on the edge of my seat while I read this short scene. There was one surprise after another and the last one was priceless.

Thanks for another tasty morsel to savour,

Nikita

[Chuckdom19]

Awfully hot story, Triad.

I'd love to have been a fly on the wall there...

Nicely written, beautiful setup

[guizibing]

Respects to Snoopy..

[Mad Lews]

I leave for a few weeks and they move my favorite thread
Well I see some Subwifs have been very busy, nice little story, hope you're not too sore.
And Triad.... I really must take my hat off to you. when it cums to adding twists and turns you seem to always have just one more up your sleeve.
Mad

[Rabbit1]

I leave for a few weeks and they move my favorite thread
Well I see some Subwifs have been very busy, nice little story, hope you're not too sore.
And Triad.... I really must take my hat off to you. when it cums to adding twists and turns you seem to always have just one more up your sleeve.
Mad

lol that will teach you to leave us alone for any lenght of time---Welcome back

[triad]

Thank you all for all of your kind words. Writing is almost a torture for me. But you make the pain hurt so good. I can't edit this anymore so excuse the mistakes you might find. My muse rejected the chocolate and double pearl panties so I might have to go in hibernation for a while. Meantime, I hope Mad Lews, nikita, etc would pick up their pens.



Version 1.1

I circle the area a few times to make sure there was no police around before I finally pull up to Chloe. "Put this on," I hand her a blindfold when she got in.

"I want to see my daughter," the voice was shaky, almost teary.

"That comes later. Now put it on. If I ask again, you are going to step out and never see your daughter again," I ordered.

She hesitated for a moment before placing the material over her eyes. I can see her nipples harden beneath the tight top. I take my time binding her wrists behind her back, watching her breath quicken, her bosom stretching the top.

"You are such a slut," I trace my fingers over her nipples pointing into the top, "just like your daughter."

"Please. My daughter is not a slut," there was arousal in her voice now.

"Listen to this," I insert the headphones from my cell phone to her ear. She can hear the loud protests on the other end of the line, "Please make it stopppppppp.....no...no more....arrrrrgggggg...yes...yesss....more, yes, more...fuck...fuck...I am...cumming..."

Chloe licked her lips unknowingly, "Gwen...is...that you?" she stammered. Her face flushed and her nipples are harder than ever.

"Soon you will be taking her place," I whisper in her other ear as I reach beneath her skirt. "And I think you would like that," I can feel a stain forming over her panties. She shakes her head but makes no attempt to dislodge my hands.

"No. You don't understand," she pleaded. "What's not to understand?" My fingers pushed into her slit through the panties, causing her to gasp. "Please. I lost my other daughter because the ransom..." she breaks down and I can hear her choke back a sob. My fingers have no effect on her even even when I push deeper. "Please. I followed your demands. I am trading myself over. Please let my daughter go..." She can no longer hold in her sobs and tears flowed behind the blindfold.

"Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggg.....please..no...ughhhh. ...yes, yesssss...." Gwen's voice interrupts us.

"You are doing fine. I won't harm your daughter," she had stopped sobbing and her panties are soaking to the moans of her daughter. "You can't wait to be in her place, can you slut?" I am finger fucking her now, the crotch of her panties inside her, rubbing the tight walls of her pussy.

She can only moan in response, throwing her head back. She whimpers when I remove my fingers. I replace it with a vibrator and she sighs her satisfaction. Turning it on, she moans out loud and I take the opportunity to insert my fingers into her mouth. She grimaces at first but begins to suck, wrapping her lips around them, tasting her juices. When she finished licking, I start the car and drive off, shortening the distance between the two moans.

Gwen had her face lying sideways on the floor when I entered. The fucking machine is currently paused in its cycle but she didn't hear us come in, desperately trying to catch her breath. Not that she can tell due to the discipline helmet that blocks out all light and noise. The mic still sits over the exposed mouth of the helmet, inches from a puddle of saliva.

I remove Chloe's blindfold and she gasps at the sight of her daughter on her knees, secured wide apart to a wooden frame, wrists tied to ankles, shoulder slumped on the floor, ass high in the air and a fucking machine with two dildos buried in her holes. She was naked except her skirt bunched around her waist. The rest of her school clothes lying in disarray about her.

"Gwen!" Her hands struggle for the first time behind her back.

"She can't hear you," I reply and Gwen's head remains still, only her tits moving to her breathing. "It's your turn," I said as I untie her hands.

Chloe knew what was expected. She undressed and got on her hands and knees over a similar frame positioned behind the fucking machine. She could smell the pool of juice lying below the machine where the dildos entered her daughter. As I secure her wrists and ankles to the corners, the machine starts again. Chloe can only stare ahead helplessly as the dildos fuck her daughter.

"Uggggggggggghhh...." Gwen groans, too weak to lift her head. "Make it stop...please."

Chloe is mesmerized by the efficiency of the machine. The dildos alternate inside her daughter, stretching Gwen's pussy lips and anus. I can see her own pussy grip tighter at the silent vibrator insider her. I had kept her on edge for two hours during the drive.

"Ohhhhhhh....ohhhh...." Gwen begins to moan again, her hips pumping slightly. "Yes. Fuck me...yes....yessss..." she came again, her hips bucking but the dildos continue to pump. There is still six minutes left before the next break.

"I wonder if you can take fourteen hours like your daughter?" I ask to Chloe's horror. "Oh no, don't mistake me. You won't be fucked by a machine. You will be teased."

I flip her vibrator on low and she immediately start rocking her body. I grab a hold of her hips and proceed to place a remote controlled butterfly vibrator over her already swollen clit but left it off. She is humping the air furiously, the vibrator not enough for her to cum. I stroke her hair softly as she whimpers with desperate need.

So I continue to tease her while her daughter have orgasms after orgasms right before her eyes. After three hours, she reluctantly begs me to let her cum.

"Please. I need to cum. I really need to cum but..." her voice trails off, afraid to ask even as she rocks her hips like a bitch in heat.

"But what?"

"Can you please let me daughter go? I will do anything else. Please??" she begged earnestly.

"That was not the deal," I reply dryly. She can only plead with her eyes as she humps the air. There is a big puddle below her by now as well and the room reeks of frustrated pussy. "If you want to cum, you know what you must ask."

"Please...I am begging you..plea..." her words drop off as I turn on the butterfly over her clit. She bites her lower lip and closes her eyes, feeling her orgasm rising quickly.

"You were saying?" I turn off the butterfly.

She screams in great frustration, seconds away from cumming, "PLEASE MAKE ME CUM......please use my daughter...to make me...cum," she wails, unable to think about anything but her throbbing clit.

I smile and proceed to insert a penis gag with an attached dildo into her mouth. I did the same to her daughter. Then I stop the machine, remove it from Gwen, followed by a loud groan from her. Chloe eyes my movements, swaying her hips, waiting for me to fuck her dripping pussy with her daughter's face.

"Are you ready for your daughter to make you cum?" I declare. She mubbles behind her gag. "Yes, then I will let her go," I reply. She nods and drops her head, hiding her face from Gwen even though she is still laced in the helmet.

"Well, I hope you don't mind a substitute," I have brought another girl into the room. Puzzled, Chloe looks up to see a girl slide on a strapon dildo. She frowned, slightly confused. Then her hips stopped gyrating and she protested into her gag. Iris is kneeling behind Chloe now and pushed the dildo into her mother's slit, causing Chloe to protest louder, shaking her head wildly.

"It seems like your mother missed you Iris," I grin at Chloe's mixture of moans and whimpers. Her eyes are tearing again but I am not sure if it's due to the pleasure of the dildo sawing into her pussy or having found her long lost daughter. Regardless, I push her head forward into Gwen's sore pussy. Judging by the noise in the room, I think it's a happy reunion.

[Chuckdom19]

Superb tale, Triad. That's a story that almost demands a sequel... or a prequel.

Darn hot, well written, and stimulating.

[Nikita]

I echo Chuck and Mad's responses to your latest edition, but then, you knew I'd like it.

[pejanon]

Fookka Fiika Girl
By Wolff

© 2006 by Wolfwerks


Tina was jerking and twisting her head. She was desperately trying to see what is going on. As the room filled she though she saw Angelina Jollie in that Lara Croft jumpsuit, leading on leash Freddie M in latex ledder-hosen and jaunty beret. He seemed quite alive. Twilight Zone time again, she thought. (No you are way past twilight. This is the night and its maw has taken you irreversibly. Irreversible!.)

Lara 'The lips' Croft faced her - and winked. Stunned Tina was still staring at her when the girl was brought in and thrown on her knees in the circle of mock serious faces...

Tina blinked....



Sheik Generic pompously strutted towards the uniformed girl.

She knelt before him like votive sacrifice; hands tied on her back, wrapped up to her elbows with wide camel-hide strips, white knees sock oh legs, black and white saddle shoes on her feet. She wore starched white blouse with short sleeves, shirt collar, buttoned in front, tucked into a stiff pleated navy blue skirt. A monogram on the pocket over the heart shouted in red: OVER 18! P.U.M. (Please Use Me!)


She was drooling around the ring gag stretching her mouth painfully. Her green eyes were wide and fixed him with a look perfectly defining a cross between absolute dread and absolute worship. Auburn ponytail hung down her white blouse.

One of the men started chanting "ooo" and the others took it. The whole room was reverberating with ominous, sonorous "oooo" sound seemingly coming from nowhere...

Sheik Generic was bare breasted, lose pantaloons letting his bulging dick stick out, his two slaves, faces covered with black gauze right behind him. He grabbed her auburn head with both hands and arched back as much as he could. He almost lost his footing, his cock pointing toward ceiling, his head stretched back and down, his face a grinning mask. He was trembling with that "ooo' vibration that permeated the room. It was obviously taking him beyond - into fuck-spaces unknown.

Suddenly both his massive slaves intoned in unison: "Aaaaaand...."

The chant stopped. Sheik rose on the balls of his feet poised, his body tense as a bow, his hands almost crushing the head of his petrified receptacle.


Black hawk's single eek-eeking scream impaled that moment of silence - the harbinger of doom. Smoke columns over braziers danced appreciatively. Ruddy firelight stretched swaying shadows.


"A Fookkka fookka fookatta ... A Fikka fikka fikka fikkatta .." Slaves began to chant in voices full of glottal stops.

On cue, the Sheik swung his body forward with all his might. His thunder-hard, cock swung in glistening arc, unerringly finding its offered target.

He SLAMMED his cock in her face. It rushed in forcefully the open mouth of helpless snotty bitch like Fukuoka express, ramming its way towards her gullet. She buckled as he immersed it to the hilt. The crowd gasped, definitely forgetting their little drinks. From his shoulder perch the hawk screeched again voraciously.

He pulled out. Only his helmet remained in, swimming in saliva brimming her mouth. Keeping rhythm with the fookka-fiikka chant he started pummeling the hapless captive's mouth - sacrificing to twisted Gods Of Unnamable Cums which are surely nonexistent (Are they? She wondered). With each trust her lips were squashed by his pubis, her face smashed into his pubic hair, lemon-like balls swinging forcefully against her chin.

Tina was appalled at this senseless display. She thought that poor girl will surely suffocate in this barbarian face-fucking ceremony. Her stretched limbs were already hurting and her own ordeal had not even started yet.

Fookka-fiikka went on.

She spied the Wolf in the crowd. He was grinning at her. His mouth formed O as the OOO chant returned.

As OOO replaced fookka-fikka chant Generic resumed the waiting pose. He arched back so far that his hands barely reached the head of kneeling "Catholic Girl." A thick strand of pearly mixture of pre-cum and saliva trailed from his heaven- defying cock to sacrifice's mouth.

She was gasping and spluttering, her body heaving spasmodically as she tried to catch her breath. White blouse was covered with dark splotches. Her tear brimmed eyes could not discern much. She felt only steely fingers griping her head and incredible stretching of the ring gag in her sore mouth. Her tongue was lolling jerkily. It's dripping tip swung this way and that like frightened rabbit peeking from its hole to see if the danger is gone.

It wasn't.

Chant resumed and he stared pummeling the throat of his kneeling victim again.

"A Fookka fookka fookatta A Fikka fikka fikka fikkatta .."

Tina wanted to scream, wishing she could stoop her ears.

She couldn't. She swung her gaze and spied Justin Timberlake in the excited crowd. He was in full leather regalia, his bare chest graced with screaming tattoo: I WILL NEVER OPEN MY MOTH AGAIN BUT TO SUCK COCK! He was drooling around his penis gag as he watched ritual face fuck and his lips were trying to join the crowd: Fooka Fikka … I must be crazy, she thought. (Crazy? You are way past madness entrance point and into screaming darkness of Gods of Unnamable Cums.)

Ritual skull fucking of the kneeling girl went on for long time. In ooo periods- the waits - she clung to him like heaving, rag doll pulled off the ground entirely, her bound arms rising and falling in mute call for un-forthcoming help.

Suddenly on the inward swing, he screamed. The hawk on slave's shoulder echoed it.

Men stared intoning high iii chant. Slaves went into fast "Akhbar wooha a wooh" litany. In seizure, Sheik Genric pumped his first load of royal jism in her throat. Then he pulled out. The cock fired massive sticky globules of cum on the wet fuck-surface. Once it was a face. Soon it will be face again - but not now. It was red, puffed, welted. Most of it dripped off delirious 'Catholic Girl's' head.

After jerking for a long time he collapsed, spent. She also collapsed in trembling, sobbing heap. Sobs sounded strange - ring gag was still there.


Iiii chanting stopped. Smoke columns could rest from their frenzied belly dancing. As the aromatic wood dwindled to smoldering cinders attendants poured sacks of Grill Charcoal on braziers.

It was typical Masque of Red death moment. Then, disturbing the eternal now of the hypnotic moment, nervous snippets of conversation bubbled in the crowd.

Other kind of ceremony was about to begin. In festive mood once again guest clanked ice in their glasses merrily.

Tina wished she could faint. Her manacled limbs and twitching pussy affirmed that she could not.

Instead, she blinked...