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Catherine’s Punishment
Part Thirteen
A work of Fiction to be read by adults who see it as such
By Johhnyboy
For the first time in many years Victoria Preston was wishing she still had a husband or live in lover.
Only days ago she had been subjected to more sexual abuse than she would have believed possible at the hands of a total stranger who, complete with a horrific leather mask, had beaten and sexually humiliated her in full view that awful woman Joan and of course her nemesis Sean, who, an hour ago had simply walked into her home with the aid of a key he must have had copied from her set of car keys whilst she herself had been strung up in that terrible building.
Just as deplorable was that Vicky, with her mind fuddled by the vast amounts of Vodka she had been drinking, had been taking a bath at the time, desperately trying yet again to think of a means of escaping the appalling certainty she was being used for the purpose of supplying deviant sexual services to monsters just as the man ‘Yates’s had used her.
‘That was your first client!’ Sean told Vicky before she had been allowed to leave the ‘bookshop’. Confirmation, if she had really needed any, of the terrible stark truth that these people really were selling her body. Victoria Preston had become their prostitute!’
To her astonishment Sean had then walked into Vicky’s bathroom and the sat on the edge of her bath tub, seemingly without a care in the world whilst Vicky pointlessly spread soap suds around her large Breasts, screaming in anger at Sean’s intrusion.
But Sean had then pushed her head under the water, holding Vicky there almost half a minute before lifting her up by her long raven hair then doing the same thing over again before telling the breathless sputtering mature beauty.
‘Until you learn to behave yourself and tell me you are sorry for shouting at me I’m going to carrying on doing this Vicky’
With no option but do obey Sean, Vicky had duly apologized as best she could
And then, showing Vicky the key he had used on her front door Sean told her.
‘If this key doesn’t fit next time I visit you I promise you’ll get held down there a lot longer Vicky, now, get yourself out of there, I’ll be downstairs waiting and I want you down there in five minutes, As I want to take a good look at you, you can wear a thong but nothing else’
.Vicky was apoplectic yet frightened and helpless in her alcohol induced rage, how was it possible that in this day and age someone could just walk into your home and treat you as no more than a possession, why didn’t someone help her for god’s sake! Now he even had a key to her home and could come and go as he pleased, this is a civilized country in the twenty first century, how can it be allowed to happen to her?
And how in this day and age was it possible that someone was simply able to subject you such extreme violence and humiliation, why did no one do something about it?
Why oh why had she allowed a self-indulgent infatuation with this monster to make her visit that terrible shop when all her instincts told her not to, when he had already caused her pain enough why did she go lining up for more?
Since returning from the bookshop that day Vicky hard hardly left her house, hardly spoken to a soul.
Leaving her phone on ‘Answer Mode’ Vicky had returned calls only from immediate family, even then she had been fearful that her nephew Dan may be lurking somewhere in the background.
Vicky was certain Dan, initially at least, had been somehow involved in her problems, despite Sean’s prevarications.
If Dan were involved then speaking to her sister Catherine carried a huge risk for her if word got back to Sean. Of course she could confront her nephew alone, perhaps ask him to tell her the truth, play on his better nature, plead with him that she was after all, his family that if it were true he had been involved in her demise she would never expose him to his mother, yes, she would try and arrange to see Dan as soon as she could.
That though would now have to wait and tearfully Vicky pulled on her tiny powder blue thong before her making up her face to hide her tears and drying her wet hair as best she could in the time Sean had allowed her.
Down stairs one of the reasons why Vicky was so in denial became obvious when on her large screen wall hung TV, Vicky was horrified to see that Sean was screening a recording of herself in Tony’s dungeon.
Even through strung up as she was, to all intents Vicky looked to be enjoying herself immensely whilst the masked stranger fucked her from behind.
.What chances there of anyone believing her now, even if she ever had the courage to complain when the two men and one woman also in the room would so obviously state that Vicky was simply a ‘customer’ of ‘Yates’s, there to use his somewhat specialist but legal services and live out the darker side of her life.
That and the certainty she would appear on world wide on the internet, gagged, bound and naked whilst being fucked, left Vicky ensnared as Sean’s plaything for as long as he required her services and how long would it be before the young brute grew tired of her.
‘Stand there, hands on head and turn around slowly’ demanded Sean.
With the demeanor of a an irate yet helpless child, Vicky slowly obeyed Sean’s demand, after all what would she achieve by ignoring him, just another beating, and by now Vicky was far too terrified of Sean’s unpredictability to refuse to obey him.
So Sean had inspected the gradually disappearing bruising to her bottom, breasts and back left there by ‘Yates’ liberal use of whips and crops when he had been unsatisfied with Vicky’s cooperation.
Even Sean thought they were on the harsh side, but then again Yates had provided Vicky with a lesson she would not forget for a long time to come, obey of be punished.
Finally satisfied with his ‘Inspection’ Sean unfastened his zipper and had the all but naked Vicky crawl between his knees and remove his already hardened huge cock then take it in her mouth, telling her.
‘Yates was pleased with your performance Vicky, if fact so pleased he found us another customer for you, now you keep sucking my cock while I tell you what you will be doing on Friday night’………………………………………………………..and don’t you dare swallow it, from now on you learn keep it in your mouth until you are told what to do with it.’! ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
By Tuesday her fully expected confrontation with Dan over her whereabouts and disheveled return the previous Friday had yet to take place and a slightly more relaxed Catherine sat in the privacy of her bedroom drinking morning coffee.
Without actually daring to believe Dan may be having second thoughts about his demands of her, she was beginning to think Dan may at least be having feelings of guilt and embarrassment about stripping, handcuffing and beating her before toying with her cunt lips and ass….before placing his huge…. yes huge cock between her lips.
Licking her lips and staring into her dressing table mirror, Catherine could almost taste again that sweet yet salty pre cum juices she had so wantonly taken from the huge bulbous and yes, beautiful head of her son’s delicious tasting cock.
Since that evening Catherine and Dan had, despite their near intimacy, both been seemingly embarrassed but yet pleasant with each other in passing, despite her lying to him about last Friday evening, telling Dan she would spend the evening with Aunt Victoria.
Dan, surprisingly, and even a little disappointedly for Catherine, had neither questioned her nor passed comment about her disarranged attire when she had returned to unexpectedly and embarrassingly find Dan waiting for her in the hallway, Dan having had merely enquired if his Mother was okay before wishing her goodnight, puzzling his otherwise relieved Mother.
Sipping her coffee whilst staring into the mirror, Catherine thought again last Friday, of how after being warmly greeted a the door she had then played the perfect hostess to Peter and his young sons, of the pleasant dinner, of the equally pleasant conversation that gradually turned from the mundane to the covertly sexual before Peter, ‘Merely to enhance the knowledge of my son’s, my dear’ had asked her to clear the dinner things and then stand upon the table.
Acutely embarrassed but with no real option, Catherine had indeed cleared the dinner plates before removing her high heeled shoes then climbing upon the dinner table in her little black dress, there to stand somewhat taken aback as Peter produced a long thin bamboo cane.
Laying it on the table before him Peter, looking up to Catherine then said.
‘The Dress my dear, please remove the dress, after which you may place your hands upon the top of your head!’
Only a couple of months ago Catherine would have been shocked to the core at being spoken to in such a manner before a middle aged man’s sons, now though, with her combined experiences with Sean, Tom, Tony and even her own son, not to mention the man holding the cane and his friends, the mature beauty, fully aware her dress would be removed one way or another, found herself to be thinking more as a woman carrying out a paid assignation than a middle aged innocent and more concerned as to the purpose of Peter’s instruction than the removal of he clothing.
Was she to be beaten with the cruel and painful looking cane by Peter as a demonstration to his sons?
If so it would pay her, thought Catherine, not to antagonize Peter lest he punish her more severely and so with as much dignity as it was possible for a middle aged woman to assume before two young boys, Catherine removed her little black dress to leave herself standing there on the dining table with only the black silky bra, tiny thong with its matching garter belt and stockings to cover any remaining modesty as Peter’s young son’s eyed her in appreciation and no little amusement while Peter himself now stood, cane in hand, beside Catherine and, as she placed her hands upon her head Peter began to tap his cane lightly upon her bottom.
‘Mrs. Dixon may be quite a bit older than both of you but she is still very beautiful, would you not agree boys?’ Said Peter, his intention to humiliate Catherine by using her married name before these boys fully succeeding as Catherine’s face turned scarlet when David and Mark both voiced their agreement but despite her position Catherine could not suppress a sense of pride at still being desirable, even to young men such as these boys, but her worry now was just how far they were planning to take their admiration of her.
‘Now my Dear’ said Peter, once again tapping Catherine’s bottom lightly with his cane.
‘My son’s mother decided to leave us when they were much younger, so therefore they have not had the benefit of having a female in the family to, as young boys tend to, use as a sounding board and template from which to gain information about the opposite sex.
Therefore I want you Catherine, on the occasion of their birthday, to explain to Mark and Peter the name and purpose of each item or area of your body I point to with my cane, of course, I’m sure that should you show any reluctance to do so Catherine, you know me well enough to realize retribution will soon follow. I will first punish you with this cane myself before allowing Mark and David to do the same; now then, you will now call me ‘Sir’ from now onward Catherine, do you understand?’
‘Yes Sir’ replied Catherine after a short hesitation, she was going to be humiliated beyond belief but had not option but to comply with Peter.
‘Good girl, now then Catherine you may begin by explaining to my son’s what this is and its purpose’ said Peter whilst tapping Catherine’s Bra with his cane. ‘Oh, and please ensure you retain eye contact with both Mark and David at all times and answer their questions promptly and honestly Catherine’
‘Oh God…….its, this is my Bra…….its used for… for supporting my, my breasts’ managed Catherine, her face now more scarlet then ever her eyes flicked from boy to boy.
‘Why is it black Mrs. Dixon, do you have other Bra’s of different colors?’ Asked Mark.
‘It’s black because, well, because its part of a set I suppose…..and I, well I think your father wanted me to wear a black bra tonight…….I think….of course I have others, and they are different colors of course’
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‘You said they support your breasts Mrs. Dixon, please remove you bra and show us how they look without the Bra’ Demanded David whose young voice brooked no argument, leaving Catherine, After looking lamely down at Peter to see him nodding in agreement with David, with no option but to reach behind her back and embarrassingly unclasp the silky black garment, cross her arms over the shoulder straps then lower the straps until only her arms underneath her breasts prevented Catherine’s bra from falling away until Peter’s cane landing harshly upon her bottom gave her due warning and a duly admonished Catherine then allowed the silky garment to fall to the table around her feet before instinctively, Catherine then covered her naked breasts with her crossed hands.
‘You’re Arms if you please Catherine’ Said Peter who then once again gave her bottom a harsh tap of his cane. Instantaneously Catherine raised her hands above her head and clasped them together leaving her large breasts standing proudly to attention before Mark and David’s appreciative gaze.
‘Hey Dad, Mrs. Dixon has a ring there!’
‘She certainly does Mark, in fact I’ve seen it before, but its time Mrs. Dixon explained to you just what those things are she was hiding behind her bra, so cup them in your hands and explain to the boys please Catherine and don’t forget to tell them all about the little red bits on the end and what they are for’ said Peter who then gave Catherine another taste of the cane on her bottom, causing her to jump forward a little before cupping her Breasts.
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These are my...my Breasts’ began Catherine, unsure of exactly how she could describe her bosoms , then suddenly thought she may be able to turn things around and embarrass these boys instead of herself.
‘And, well every woman has them, and mine, well they got bigger after childbirth, I suppose it’s because they contained the milk that fed my babies…….. Then of course I have my nipples, the little buds on the end of my breasts, they were used by my babies to feed themselves on the milk in my breasts.
‘Oh yes, so how did your babies get the milk through your nipples Mrs. Dixon? Asked David
‘I err, well, they had to suckle them’
‘Suckle what? Mark Demanded of Catherine, who was having second thoughts about her tactic.
‘My...my nipples’ replied Catherine lamely.
‘So if I were to suckle your nipples would I get milk out of them Mrs. Dixon. David Asked again.
‘Err, well no, you see I would not be, well………..’
‘Lactating, is that the word you are looking for Mrs. Dixon, it’s because you are not pregnant, is that correct?
Catherine was now having great difficulty in retaining the eye contact demanded of her and the problem soon intensified when Mark said to her.
‘So if David and I were to suckle your nipples when you are not pregnant and lactating just what would happen then Mrs. Dixon, how would your nipples react, aren’t they called erogenous zones, don’t they get bigger and grow hard they are played with.?
Oh God though Catherine, looking down at Peter with pleading eyes. But when Peter simply smiled up at her whilst bending the cane in his hands she knew she had to continue this bizarre question and answer session, come what may.
‘I, well I suppose, well it would depend upon how gentle you were or how I, well if I, well wanted you to do it’
‘And what about the ring in your nipple Mrs. Dixon, who put it there and why?’ asked David.
‘I, well, I suppose I had it done because it seems to be the fashion these days, that’s all, it was put there by a professional who does it all the time’
‘Okay then Mrs. Dixon’ began Mark ‘lets see what happens when you play with your own nipples, pull them for us, pinch them and move that ring around the nipple’!
This of course was the last thing Catherine wanted to do. Already she had knew already become wet and the throbbing between her legs was evidence enough that being subjected to sexual humiliations such as these aroused her, Catherine knew Peter’s true intentions for inviting her that evening were only just beginning. Looking down at Mark and David Catherine gently held her nipples between thumb and forefinger, slowly beginning to rub and pull.
Soon Catherine’s arousal was evident as her nipples grew ever larger and ever harder
And Catherine was unable to prevent herself speculating as to whether or nor David and Mark were virgin, was that what Peter had planned? was she to be their first?, Would she have to take Mark and David, both the same age as her own son, inside her, would they penetrate her before, oh God, before Dan?
For all she knew it could have been seconds, minutes or hours she had been kept there, playing with her nipples before eventually Catherine was told to describe her thong and what it hid before removing the tiny black silky garment and thus allow David and Mark, standing beside her by now, to inspect her most intimate areas.
This they had done, studying her closely whilst the now naked Catherine, obeying Peter’s instruction she part her very moist cunt lips, had displayed the inner folds to the boys before obeying Peter and dropping to her knees.
Once on her knees Catherine had needed little encouragement to place the fingers of one hand over her nipples whilst toying with her cunt lips with the others, throwing back her head in sexual fervor yet all the while obeying Peter’s instruction she retain eye contact with both David and Mark, alternately glancing at them to where they stood either side of her naked body.
The blow from Peter’s cane came as Catherine felt the stirrings of orgasm, causing her to yelp in alarm.
‘You understand why you are here tonight, don’t you Catherine?’
Of course she understood and by then Catherine had accepted she was here to be used by Mark and David that she was to be their first; soon they would lay her on the table and take her with their strong young bodies.
But Catherine was not ready to simply agree with Peter.
That she would eventually fuck these boys was now beyond doubt that she would be paid for that act was certain but she Catherine still had her pride, she was no common tart, Peter would have to order her to comply through threat of punishment.
That punishment was quick to arrive in the form of two harsh blows from Peter’s cane, along with his demand she continue to pleasure herself, so doing just that and watching Mare and David return to their chairs, Peter’s next words shook Catherine rigid.
Shortly my sons will enjoy a massive birthday party Catherine, I want them to celebrate properly with no hang ups about sex with girls of their own social standing, therefore you Catherine, being of a good social standing yourself, will now seduce my son’s properly, you are use all your skill, all your knowledge, you will take them together, kiss them. Strip them then use your tongue on every part of them before guiding them into you……into every part of you Catherine, do you understand’
Never in her wildest imaginings had Catherine thought she would ever be in a situation such as the one before her now.
Gone would be any lingering pretense that she was merely an innocent victim, forced to provide a sordid sexual outlet for wealthy men by the use of continued blackmail and beatings, the threats was still there of course but now she was expected to provide instead of passively receiving.
Telling her self it was to save a beating, Catherine continued to toy with her body whilst knowing in reality her enjoyment was near fever pitch. Her eyes strayed to the so obvious bulges hidden behind the trousers of Mark and David, at that moment with her fingers rubbing her love button Catherine though they looked so fresh, so young, so clean, so, so inviting………..so much like Dan!’
‘Yes Sir, I understand’ whispered Catherine eventually.
Two hours later and Catherine was yet again on her knees, this time looking up into David’s eyes whilst taking his young throbbing deep into her throat, just as he had instructed her to, whilst his brother Mark, kneeling behind the naked mature beauty buried his own hard and throbbing cock deep inside Catherine’s by now well used Anus.
Of course Peter’s sons, having experimented with girls from a young age were in no way virgin, but that was the game the game the boys had wanted for the evening and their father had been in wholehearted agreement with the idea.
Only much later, after an hour of ‘seducing’ them, when the boys began using upon her the kind of techniques only a sexual predator would understand, did Catherine realize that once again she had been fooled and humiliated.
At David’s command and after first climbing from the dining table, the already aroused and almost naked beauty had crawled across the room to where David and Mark now sat side by side upon a large leather sofa as Peter watched Catherine’s naked bottom swaying deliciously from side to side.
But all the while, despite her state of arousal, Catherine was wondering how she would, how she could, ‘seduce’ these two teenagers? Then, looking up into their eyes Catherine, in her mind, suddenly saw not David and Mark but Sean and Dan…yes, unbelievably, Dan sitting there side by side upon the large sofa and moments later eased she her naked body between the parted legs of David/Sean, once there to kiss the teenager full on the lips pushing her tongue into his mouth then find his own willing tongue before a bolt of lightening suddenly hit Catherine as David’s fingers first found and then toyed with her very hard very erect nipples.
Pushing out her arm Catherine’s hand then found the face of Mark/Dan and soon her fingertips were caressing his face, is lips, his chin before slowly she moved her hand down over his neck, chest and stomach, finally to find the huge hard bulge beneath his slacks where Catherine began a very slow back and forth rubbing motion upon the cock of Mark/Dan whilst feeling the still covered cock of David/Sean throbbing against her naked stomach.
Incredibly, as these two strong young men groaned in pleasure to her ministrations, Catherine for the first time realized the awesome power she wielded, that she, a mature mother of two could exert such power over these boys was at that moment an awesome confirmation of the obvious sexuality she somehow exuded.
Wishful thinking or not Catherine became more adventuress and Soon, whilst passionately kissing each boy in turn, her hands were unbuttoning each of the boy’s shirts then pulling at their belts, unbuckling each in turn before lowering their zippers and greedily extracting each boy’s cock from within the confines of their underwear whilst all the time Mark and David added to Catherine’s own excitement when their roving hands discovered every part of her naked body.
Very shortly Catherine was lowering her head onto Marks pulsating cock and pushing her tongue into its wet salty slit before her lips pushed his foreskin all the way down its large bulbous head whilst continuing to massage David’s throbbing cock with her spare hand
Catherine became aware of Peter’s thin whippy cane exploring the outer edges of her cunt lips, up and down the soaking wet petals Peter pushed the cane until with a gasp from Catherine ,he pushed the tip of his cane inside her, there to begin a back and forth motion, fucking Catherine’s soaking wet cunt with his cane, pleasuring her and urging her onto ever greater slurping upon Mark/Sean’s cock until the young man began groaning with pleasure, his hands gripped either side of her head and suddenly Catherine was tasting his hot salty pre cum splattering the back of her throat before Marks whole body jerked upward, pushing his out of control cock deep into Catherine’s mouth, there to pump abundant spurts of his hot salty seed straight down her throat.
Almost gagging at the sheer volume of hot semen in her throat Catherine was forced to swallow every drop before, with the contents of his balls now in Catherine’s stomach, Mark/Sean’s body finally relaxed as he slumped back down upon the sofa, leaving the kneeling Catherine, still holding onto Mark’s deflating member, to turn her attentions to David/Dan.
Just as Catherine’s tongue pushed into David’s slit so from behind her deliciously exposed naked bottom so Peter’s index finger began pushing against her tight little anal hole, lubricating its closed entrance with Catherine’s own copious juices and running its fingertip around her puckered little hole, a sensation Catherine found not at all unpleasant as she ran her tongue around the slit and tip of Marks throbbing cock.
Slowly, Peter, whilst continuing to fuck Catherine with the cane, gradually pushed his fingertip against her Anus, probing Catherine’s Anus little by little until, despite her body’s natural reaction to close her sphincter, Peter’s wet fingertip had pushed its way past her lubricated entrance and as Catherine gasped in surprise to feel his finger slipping deeper into her rectum, Peter’s lips were at her ears, whispering.,
I’m making sure your ass is well prepared for your next party trick Catherine so just make sure it’s a good one and take them both at once!’
Peter’s words, and his deeds as he wiggled his finger around deep inside her rectum, stretching and lubricating her, left Catherine in no doubt as to what was expected of her next, should of course the boys be able to revive themselves.
None the less Catherine worked with relish upon what she now saw as her son’s wonderful cock, sucking, licking, tasting, running her mouth up and down, taking ‘Dan’ to the back of her throat and holding him there as long as she could whilst her tongue ran up and down its throbbing sides.
No way could David/Dan’s body hold out to such a feverish onslaught but this time unlike Mark, David was pulling Catherine’s mouth away from his jerky throbbing cock.
‘Open your mouth and look at me, I want to watch it’ said David, his hand now gripping his own cock.
Closely watching Catherine, David began masturbating himself, slowly running his hand up and down the length of his cock whilst leaning back against the sofa, his eyes never leaving those of Catherine.
‘Oh god, here it comes, don’t you dare move your head’ groaned David. Catherine, her wide open mouth a good six inches from his throbbing cock, obeyed ‘Dan’s command, her eyes never leaving his as the first splash of David’s juices splashed against her lips and cheeks before, adjusting his aim, David managed to direct his next shot into Catherine’s mouth as did the next spurt before, again adjusting his aim, David shot his next load over Catherine’s cheeks and nose before groaning ‘Suck me now, suck me now Mrs. Dixon!’.
Is this how it would be with Dan if….if…..I actually taste all of him? Mused Catherine and lowering her head over David’s strangely still rampant cock. It was to that thought Catherine ‘came’ herself, wiggling from side to side and throwing back her bottom toward the out of this world ministrations of Peter’s thin cane fucking the inside her cunt and his index finger tickling the tissue of her inner anus next to Catherine’s Virgina
‘When she had finally lifted her head from David/Dan, Catherine’s assumption the boys would be spent after she had completed her first task proved totally incorrect as she felt Sean/Marks cock growing hard once again inside her fist whilst incredibility David’s cock had shown no sign of deflating, indeed, even while she herself was still coming down from the effects of her orgasm Mark had stood up and was soon removing his clothes.
‘Hey Mrs. Dixon, I’ve seen photos and even films where a lady sits on top of a man’s cock while he’s lying down, maybe you can show us how you do that’
Suddenly Catherine found herself gazing at a now naked teenage boy, his young smooth cock standing proudly to attention
Peter’s fingers lifted Catherine’s chin and opening her eyes to look at him, she saw his crotch inches away from her face.
‘You really love this, you love having my son’s inside you don’t you Catherine?’
Even if Peter’s words were meant to torment and further humiliate her Catherine knew it was true, of course she was.
As depraved, debased and sinful the evening was, Catherine would have been happy for it to last an eternity such was the sheer pleasure these two virile young men were creating inside both her mind and body, for Catherine was alive with lust!.
‘Yes Sir,’ groaned Catherine, her eyes locked into Peter’s and then, whilst a thrust from David filled her rectum Catherine sucked on the two fingers Peter then pushed in her mouth.’
‘I image you would love both David and Mark to ‘cum’ in your Anus, wouldn’t you Catherine?’
Catherine, having already forgotten how many orgasm’s she herself had achieved thought it hardly mattered where there sperm would eventually be jettisoned...
‘Yes Sir’ she mumbled around Peter’s fingers.
Patting Catherine upon the head Peter told her.
‘That’s a good girl, you really are very sensible girl Catherine, you know I really do think Mark and David should invite you to their party, there won’t be many as old as you of course Catherine, but I’m sure you could bring your husband as well, just to keep you company, now and then, would you like that Catherine?’
Horrified at the prospect of James meeting these people
After Peter removed his fingers from her mouth, Catherine replied ‘I….I err… well …Sir I don’t really know…….we may of course ...Oh god…we may have. Oh…plans…..it’s oh….I don’t know’
But attempting to converse this way whilst constantly on the edge of orgasm was almost impossible, something Peter knew full well. Immedietly his fingers returned to the inside of Catherine’s mouth, upon which she obediently resumed sucking.
‘In that Case you will cancel any plans Catherine, I really would like to meet your husband, but of course we don’t want him to know too much about our fun and games tonight do we Catherine, nor about our arrangement with Tony and all the lovely money you earn….now then, I’m sure if you ask both David and Mark to ejaculate in your Anus in your best manner they would be most happy to oblige… and ensure you receive a very special invitation to their party’
Even in her aroused state Peter’s implied threat needed no explanation for Catherine, to refuse Peter’s offer would mean being exposed to him for what she had so reluctantly become. Accept and be used at some stage during the evening when James’s attention had been drawn elsewhere, Catherine could think of no other reason for such an invitation, but for her, there was of course no choice at all.
‘Please……….please…. David….please Mark………will you both cum in my Ass.’ Catherine eventually moaned.
Of course David and Mark were more than happy to oblige Catherine, and as the boys prepared to empty the combined contents of their balls deep into Catherine’s bowels, Peter nodded approvingly, for Catherine Dixon was now theirs as much as anyone’s. Peter knew Tony had made the basic error of allowing himself and the others to provide transport for Catherine, thus ensuring her address and, more importantly, her family details were easily accessible to them.
And what a wonderful surprise it had bee to find Mrs. Catherine Dixon was in fact just that, Mrs. Catherine Dixon, a very well thought of mother of two teenage children, with a respected hardworking if inattentive husband, who had some how, probably through boredom, become involved with such a rather less than savory character as Tony, a useful tool but whom Peter would not trust with a penny piece.
As Catherine resumed sucking his fingers Peter watched his son’s approvingly, for him they were both ‘chips of the old block’ Tonight was their night and soon they would introduce Catherine to the fact they knew an awful lot more then Peter had told her earlier.
He would save his own pleasure for later, tonight he would drive Catherine home and outside of her own home she would pleasure him with her mouth, her last act this evening would be to swallow every last drop of his own ‘cum’ juices within yards of her front
Door that, thought Peter, would be his own statement to Catherine that he could and would have her at anytime and anyplace of his choosing.
Having emptied themselves into Catherine’s bowels David and Mark introduced her the some of the ‘party’ games they had so often seen performed by their father and his friends, the first of which had seen Catherine, after being fitted with a wide leather collar and dog leash, led around the dining room floor on all fours whilst, if she were to crawl too fast or too slow, then being caned by either boy before sitting upright and begging their forgiveness by sucking them to erection.
Then it was onto the dining table again, there she knelt, wrists cuffed behind her back, and her bottom resting upon her high heeled shoes Catherine once again wore, ready for the ‘Interview game’ whereby Peter and his son’s sitting around the table with Catherine kneeling naked in the centre asked her more and sexually charged questions.
For example being told to move her gold ring around her nipple then describe the effect it had upon, and then told to describe her feelings when David’s cock was in her Anus and Mark’s in her cunt and many more questions such as why it was she shaved her blonde pubic hair into a tiny triangle just above her mound.
It was then up to the boys to decide upon the honesty of Catherine’s answers and should the boys then decide she was not being truthful, certain implements were then attached to her body, beginning with crocodile nipple clamps that left Catherine gasping in pain, more so the one clipped at the rear of her nipple ring.
Then the clothes pegs would be clipped to her breasts until they formed a circle around each of Catherine’s breasts, then on down to her cunt lips where more pegs were applied on each side until Catherine’s upper body was a mass of pegs and clamps.
Strangely Catherine found she was not at all adverse to this game, she was the centre of attention, three men found her as desirable as to wish to play with her in this manner and this knowledge as well as secretly exciting her, make her feel like a naughty school girl all over again.
Finally the Interview game ended with Catherine, still handcuffed, but now taken down from the table, sitting upon Marks cock facing away from him.
Never before had she experienced this sexual position and Catherine felt as if Marks huge erection would surly do her damage, so far inside her did it reach.
But of more concern to her was David, leaning back on the dining table and constantly flicking a foot long leather crop upon her Breasts, attempting to remove each of the clothes pegs around her Breasts in turn, but with very degrees of success.
The Pegs David made contact with fell away, but on other occasions though, the crop would miss its target and fall upon Catherine’s Breasts or nipples, causing her to yelp in pain but unable to move away, speared as she was by Marks Cock buried inside her and his strong hands holding her shoulders, pulling her down on him, telling her to grip him with her virginal muscles until, when at last all the pegs had been ‘whipped’ from her breasts, Catherine, still with Marks cock buried deep within her, found herself bent over until her lips made contact with David’s cock as he leaned against the dining table, there to bring him off until he pumped his load in her mouth whilst simultaneously, Mark ejaculated deep inside her womb……………………………
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As Catherine drank the last remnants of her Coffee she thought again of her journey home after thankfully first being allowed some form of dignity when, after being led upstairs by Peter, to her surprise Catherine had found a hot bath awaiting her, giving her the opportunity to wash away and extract from her Anus and Virgina some of the vast amounts of sperm the boys had deposited inside her.
Peter had then at last driven her home, but whilst he drove his huge car Catherine had knelt in the passenger foot well, her mouth clamped over his hard erect cock, one hand gently stroking her long blonde hair whilst steering with the other, telling Catherine what a good girl she had been and that she must come to the boys party come what may, if not with her husband then with another member of her family, that she would arrive in the clothes he had placed in a metal brief case she would take from the back seat of the car, outside her house….just as soon as she had swallowed every last drop of his cum.
Reaching behind her dressing table Catherine pulled out the metal case Peter had passed to her right outside this very house after she had forced herself to work her mouth on Peter’s cock until finally his hot juices splashed into her mouth.
Catherine shuddered in recollection, if they had been curious enough to go
Outside, then any member of her family could have spotted her inside the car before, with her clothing in disarray before she had managed to extricate herself from Peter’s car, most certainly Dan, who to Catherine’s surprise had been sat inside the hallway, waiting her. Had he seen her through the hallway window, crouching inside Peter’s car?
Now, as she flicked open the catches of the metal case Catherine first pulled out the large bundle of notes Peter had left inside, extra, he had said, to the fee Tony would be giving her, but on no account would she reveal their own arrangement with Tony. From now on she would obey Peter’s instructions; whenever he wanted her she would come to him….otherwise….
From within the case Catherine then pulled a, very revealing, very short, very low cut backless Red chiffon dress, a tiny pink satin thong with black lace edging, matching garter belt and black seamed stockings, a small black leather collar and 5 inch pink high heeled shoes completed the outfit Peter expected, no demanded, she wear for the David and Marks party. Surprisingly there were all her correct size but how on earth could she explain these obviously sexually orientated clothes away to James, that it was a fancy dress party?, how on earth could she ask him to go anyway, innocently unaware his wife would be used sexually by god knows who during evening whilst he was in the very same building.
Catherine for once actually hoped her husband would be away on that particular weekend. Then perhaps it would be okay for her to invite someone such as her sister Vicky she at least would never notice Catherine’s absences, she would be too busy looking at all the men.
As she counted the large amount of money Peter had given her Catherine she knew was by now totally unfazed over Peter’s demand that she attend the boy’s party. And why not?, after all she had come to no harm on Friday evening and had in fact rather enjoyed the attentions of Mark and David even if she had been sore for a couple days afterward, But given that she had been extremely well rewarded for her ‘services’, Catherine felt even her finally act swallowing Peters sperm before her own front door had not been so bad.
Smiling her own very secret smile into the mirror, Catherine decided that all in all her new ‘persona’ was in many ways infinitely preferable to the endless years of drudgery that would have lay ahead now that her husbands sexual appetitive seemed non existent and her children no longer needed her as they once did………except Dan of course, whom she had been trying to fend of these past couple of months.
Of course the decision had not been her own; she had been beaten, sexually abused and blackmailed into adopting her new submissive entity. But Catherine found solace in her belief that having so many responsibilities taken from her had strangely increased her sense of fulfillment, all of which eventually took her train of thought back to Dan.
Catherine knew full well a line had been crossed by Dan when he had stripped her, beaten and handcuffed her before proudly producing his enormous penis and placed it between her lips.
Suddenly Catherine understood it was not Sean, Tony, or any of her ‘customers’ she should really worry about…’Customers’. How strange to think of these men as that!
No, it was her son Dan she should be more apprehensive about.
It was almost mid summer but Catherine suddenly shivered;
She had seen it in Dan’s eyes last week when he had taken his huge young organ from between her lips, it wasn’t guilt Catherine had seen in Dan’s eyes, it was triumph!
Why had she not before noticed the hardened glint his eyes had suddenly developed?
Yes it was Dan, her own son who was more than capable of subjecting his Mother, to really extreme sexual indignities, looking back now his every covetous look at her naked and defenseless body should have told her that.
Catherine shuddered, she knew that when HE was ready, after deciding he had tormented and teased her enough, Dan would then take her in every way possible, that, she knew was now inevitable and she was powerless to prevent him from doing so.
But it wasn’t that incestuous act alone that worried Catherine so much as the aftermath. There would be no escape for Catherine; things would have gone far too far and sometimes Catherine found herself wishing Dan would get it over and done with.
Afterward there would be no more requests of her, no more furtive lies , Dan would own her and Catherine would discover exactly what plans he did have for his Mother.
End of Part 13
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