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“Mistress.” He screamed as loudly as he could muster. There was no answer. He ate his food, showered, shaved, worked out some more and then showered again. It helped but time seemed almost to be standing still, the harder he worked, the more he tried to keep himself occupied then the worse it became.
The evening meal arrived the same way. Its arrival had become the only break in his routine. This time he didn’t shout. He collected his tray, retreated to his bedroom and ate his meal in that overwhelming silence.
The silence was crushing. He lay there, with so much time on his hands he had little to do but think. It was pointless to reflect on his capture. He had been a fool, but how often had he accepted lifts from complete strangers.
The next day, at least he thought it was another day; he had no way of counting time, he was awoken by that disembodied voice that was the only sound he had heard in some many, many hours.
“Thirty minutes.” The phrase was repeated three times.
It took him a minute to respond. The food call was just that, this was his call to service. He scrambled into action. It could only mean that they were coming and that meant other people. Shaking with excitement he showered and shaved once more. He was determined to appear presentable.
He was waiting even before the time had run down to ten minutes, then he just sat and waited, each minute seemed like an hour.
“Five minutes.”
“Four minutes.”
“Three minutes.”
“Two minutes.”
He stood up and waited.
“One minute.”
He started to get nervous. What would happen if they didn’t arrive? What if it was just a meal call? He started to think of a million what ifs.
Then on time the door swung open and in marched Emma. She carried a simple plastic chair, the sort you found in gardens. She left the chair and then closed the door.
“Lets look at you.” She sat down and pointed to a spot before her. He went at stood there. “Kneel down idiot!”
He did so and then Emma inspected his face, pressing her fingers against the worse of his bruises.
“Does that hurt?” She asked.
“A little Mistress.”
“You could do with another day or so.” She sniffed.
“No! Mistress!” He blurted.
Emma’s eyes hardened.
“No!” She said very slowly. “You said NO to me!”
“No! Mistress!” He stammered. “I didn’t mean no, I meant don’t leave me alone again.”
Emma’s eyes softened, a sparkle of amusement entered them, and then she started to laugh. She pushed him away so that he sat back on his haunches.
“Wait till I tell the others.” She gasped. “Our little boy gets lonely!” She burst out laughing again. “Like having you face fucked?”
“I get lonely Mistress.” He whispered and hung his head in shame.
“So even having you face fucked is better than being alone?” She taunted.
Silence.
“Well?”
“Yes Mistress.” He said very softly.
“I didn’t hear you.” Emma threatened.
“Yes Mistress.” He said louder.
“Still can’t hear you.” She laughed.
“Yes Mistress.” He shouted.
“Better, but yes to what? I don’t understand?” She taunted.
“Yes Mistress. I like having my face fucked.” He replied.
She applauded him very slowly and then opened her legs wide, showing him the crotch of her panties.
“You know I told Monica that I didn’t think you’d be much fun, boy was I wrong. Your predecessor always hated me, even after I’d broken her she wanted to fight me. I could see it in her eyes. You, you, I’m going to make you love me. You’ll think that my farts are perfume, that my pussy tastes of honey and my pee is champagne. You’ll think that having my ass in your face is a privilege.”
“Yes Mistress.”
Emma raised a leg until it rested over the arm of the chair.
“Now come here.” She pointed to her crotch. “And pay homage.”
He came forwards on his knees, leaning forwards towards her panty-covered cunt.
“Press your nose against me and take a good sniff.” She ordered.
He did so, pressing his nose into the already moist fabric of her panties and inhaling the heady, sharp aroma of her cunt. She lifted her other leg onto his back and hooked it behind his neck, pulling him closer and deeper into the gusset of her panties.
“There’s a good boy!” Emma laughed, patting him on the head. “Big sniffs, you deserve to have a good lungful of me, just so you don’t get lonely before Jackie comes for her session.”
He heard a faint buzz and then her half whispered words. It was only then that he realised that she had a tiny mike on her top and a thin wire leading to her ear. She was talking to one of the others.
She realised that he might have been listening.
“Five minutes.” She said and then looked at him. “Where you listening?”
“No Mistress!” He mumbled into her crotch.
“I think you were.” Emma insisted. She grabbed hold of his hair and pulled his face up towards her. “Do that again and you’ll get a beating. What we say to each other has nothing to do with you. Understand?”
“Yes Mistress.” He cried. It felt as if she were pulling out his hair by the roots.
“Good.” She pushed away and stood up. “Jackie will be here soon, remember not to disappoint her, she has had to wait three days for your face.”
At the door she stopped.
“You can keep the chair, but I liked having your snivelling face looking up at me. I think I’ll have a real chair delivered into the room.”
She left him and he was alone once more, but it was only a minute before the door opened again and Jackie entered.
He had been sitting when, but when the door started to open he stood up.
Jackie walked straight past him and into the room; obediently he followed.
“Strip.” Jackie demanded without even looking in his direction.
He did so. He was conscious that his cock was once more half erect. What these bitches did to him was beginning to excite him.
“Over here.” She pointed to the wooden frame.
Jackie clipped him into the frame. He had his feet on the floor but each ankle and wrist was manacled. He was in the shape of a crucifixion, which his hands out horizontal from his shoulders. He was completely at her mercy.
Jackie wore the short top and flared skirt that they all seemed to wear. Each girl seemed to choose her own colours but he had realised that the styles were the same. Smiling, Jackie approached him.
“Shall we start all over again?” She laughed. She wasn’t expecting him to answer. She stroked his body; her nails were long and sharp and drew a thin scar on his flesh. “Nervous?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Good. You should be afraid of me. Right now I decide if you breathe, bleed, laugh or cry.” Jackie’s hand drew its was down his body, the nearer to his cock it got then the more agitated he became. He also felt himself begin to stiffen.
When Jackie’s cool fingers reached him, he drew in his breath and then moaned as his cock hardened within her embrace. At once she started to wank him, long slow movements designed to draw out his torture. She kept her eyes locked onto his.
“I love doing this!” She breathed. “It gets me hot very hot!” She cupped his balls in her free hand. “When did you last come?" She whispered.
“I can’t remember Mistress.” He gasped.
“Not good enough!” She demanded. “Tell me.” She squeezed his cock until he whimpered through the pain.
“Last week … before, before you gave me the lift.” He gasped. He could feel the perspiration growing on his brow.
“Did you fuck or wank?” Jackie relentlessly pursued him, knowing how utterly she was in charge of his body.
“Wank!” He conceded.
“When did you last fuck? When was this inside a nice, hot and wet snatch?” She rubbed his cock until he pleaded for her to stop. “Why should I? You aren’t going to come, are you?”
“Please Mistress. I can’t hold on much longer.” He admitted.
“You haven’t answered my question. When did you last have a fuck?”
“Weeks ago. I don’t remember when exactly, but weeks ago.”
She stopped and then released his abused cock. He slumped forwards, only held up by his restraints.
Jackie released his hands and he slowly collapsed onto his knees.
“Release yourself.” She pointed to his ankle restraints. “Then I want you on the bed, face up.”
“Yes Mistress.” He gasped.
Jackie made no attempt to help him. She sat on the bench, singing softly to herself and watching as he struggled to his feet.
“Hurry up!” She called.
“Yes Mistress.”
He crossed the room on unsteady legs before sinking onto the bed. It was a relief not to be on his feet.
Jackie waited until he was still. He had automatically left his arms above his head; his cock was still hard, red with her abuse. She came over, adjusted the position of his arms and then began to smother him.
He accepted his fate. It was almost a relief not to have his dick tugged off.
She settled across his face, covering his mouth with her crotch and pushing his nose between her ass cheeks. She let his face take her full weight, feeling him shift and groan beneath her as she did so. She flipped her skirt up and over his face, falling across his eyes and burying him within a tent of her making.
Occasionally she moved just enough for his to breath but within his girl made tent there was little air and none that was fresh. He tried to speak but when he opened his mouth her crotch seemed to fill it as her body invaded his mouth.
He struggled for breath, he struggled for a release from her body, and she just squashed down on him. Oblivious to his growing desperation, his increasingly frantic attempts to free himself. He no longer cared whether they would punish him. He fought to free himself. Just like on that first night he strived to throw her off his body.
It was no use. She was too much in control, too well balanced to be dislodged. She had her legs across his shoulders and he couldn’t lever himself up with her weight on him. Slowly he felt himself wandering, starved of air, his body was drifting into unconsciousness.
He tried once more, expending the last of his energy and then a deep, warm blackness enveloped him.
“Wake up.”
The voice seemed indistinct, fuzzy. He felt a hand against his face but it didn’t quite register that he had been slapped. He opened his eyes, his head hurt, his eyes were blurred. He felt stiff and very, very tired.
“Wake up.” Snapped an irritated Jackie. “You passed out, that’s all.”
“Yes Mistress.” He slurred. “Sorry Mistress.” He struggled to raise himself but she pushed him back.
“Just lie there!” She was fuming; her eyes sparkled with anger. “Are you determined to annoy me?” She snapped. “No don’t fuckin’ answer.”
He quaked, recoiling from her anger. He wanted to apologise, to beg her forgiveness, but she wasn’t listening. As he watched she stepped out of her panties. He knew what was coming and so he steeling himself. She was angry and wouldn’t care how much she hurt him.
Jackie straddled his face. He started up into the yawning mouth of her cunt and then it descended slowly until she covered his face. He reached up, extending his tongue until he touched the soft, satin flesh.
Jackie moaned, she moved forwards, taking his face with her. She spread herself across him, smearing his face with her juices whilst his tongue jerked and sought to please her ever-moving sex. He tried so hard to please her, but she never allowed him to please her for long enough. She seemed content to simply rub herself against him. “Very good!” She laughed, slowing as her cunt hung above his face. He could see the lather of her excitement hanging from the fringe of her pubic hair, her open lips pointing the way deep. She settled down on him with his nose buried deep inside her. “Breath!” Jackie’s distant voice demanded.
He did so, drawing her sap into his throat through his nose. She laughed as he struggled with the humiliation and the taste, this way Jackie tasted so much stronger. It seemed as if the back of his throat was saturated in her hot, strong flavour.
“Again!” She demanded and he performed the task time and again until she decided that his suffering could end. She rolled back him, moving until she could take his cock into her drenched cunt.
“Never ever come.” She warned him