Miss Bridget's Girls

by Robin Bond

  Mrs Travis stood behind her. Somewhat to her surprise, given what she had said about Cassie’s ass, she felt the dildo nudge against her cunt. Fortunately the caning may have been hard, but it had the effect of making Cassie even more wet, and so the dildo went in easily enough, despite its size. Mrs Travis started to fuck her strongly, with long deep thrusts. Cassie began to enjoy it. But after perhaps a dozen or so thrusts, Mrs Travis pulled out. Immediately she forced the dildo into Carrie’s ass. This was a different matter. Her ass was narrow, relatively untried, and Mrs Travis had not bothered to lubricate her except for what little derived from the wetness in her cunt. Carrie grunted as Mrs Travis pushed the dildo home. She pulled it almost out then forced it in again. Cassie groaned.

  “Lovely,” said Mrs Travis. “Such a pleasure, my dear. The tighter the ass, the more I enjoy it.” So saying, she rammed it in again. Cassie struggled to hold her position, fearful of what Mrs Travis might do if she moved again. The fucking went on; Cassie thought her ass would be destroyed if this continued. Certainly it would be put out of use for some considerable time. Miss Bridget would not care for that. Cassie knew she was one of the best money-makers in the Circle.

  Mrs Travis was relentless. Cassie groaned each time the dildo was forced in; it didn’t seem to get any easier. Perhaps she would have benefitted from some more training, but it was too late for that now. Cassie wondered if Mrs Travis would give herself an orgasm; that would surely lead to some relief. But instead she went on and on. Cassie knew that very soon she must beg for mercy, though she was uncertain that Mrs Travis would take any notice.

  At last, though, it stopped. Mrs Travis pulled out, leaving Cassie breathless and sore, still kneeling on the chair. “Get up,” said Mrs Travis sharply. Cassie got unsteadily to her feet. Quickly Mrs Travis took off Cassie’s blouse and bra, so that now she was naked. She looked at Cassie’s tits, handled them a little, rather roughly, then fetched a leather collar from her drawer, together with a leash. She put the collar round Cassie’s neck, then clicked on the leash. Still wearing her strap-on, Mrs Travis walked Cassie round the room on her hands and knees. Then she led Cassie over to a chair and sat down, Cassie on her knees at her feet. Mrs Travis took the dildo out of the harness around her hips and somewhat to Cassie’s surprise pushed it up into her pussy. Mrs Travis’s pussy was rather florid, with pronounced lips of a dark pink colour, and a thick bush of black curls, so different from Cassie delicate little cunt, cleanly shaved. Mrs Travis began to masturbate, pushing in the dildo with one hand and manipulating her clit with the other.

  “Later,” she said, “I’ll have you use your mouth to get me off. But I can’t wait for that now.”

  No soon had she spoken when she groaned and her hips shook and her thighs tightened as the orgasm gripped her. As soon as it had subsided she got to her feet and put on a negligee, a glamorous affair of black silk and lace.

  “I’m going to take a nap now to get my strength up,” she announced. “So I’m going to tie you up outside for a while.”

  She took Cassie downstairs and opened the back door. There was a yard, fortunately screened from public view. Mrs Travis produced some cuffs and pinned Cassie’s wrists behind her back, and tied the leash to a ring in the wall. Then she went back inside. Cassie could hear a dog barking nearby. She hoped it wasn’t loose. She didn’t trust dogs, especially when she was naked and helpless.

  Time passed. Luckily, the dog did not appear. At last the door opened and Mrs Travis came out. This time she was naked except for stockings and heels. Cassie had to admit she had a good figure for her age, a belly still flat, well-shaped breasts. Mrs Travis untied her and took her back indoors. In the bedroom she sat Cassie down in a wooden chair, then cuffed her wrists to the back of the chair.

  “Time for some work on those cute little titties of yours,” Mrs Travis said. Cassie didn’t like the word “titties”; it was babyish, demeaning, coarse. Mrs Travis stood in front of her, reached down and took hold of her nipples. Without warning she twisted them violently, so much so that Cassie cried out.

  “Hush, little girl,” Mrs Travis said. “We haven’t even begun. But perhaps you need a gag.”

  She fetched a ball gag; the ball was red rubber, held in place by a black leather strap, which Mrs Travis did up very tight, so that Cassie’s mouth was stuffed full. She started to slap Cassie’s breasts, one, two, one two, hard, then harder. They were stinging blows and soon Cassie’s breasts were a dark pink colour. Mrs Travis fetched a metal device Cassie had not seen before. It consisted of two parallel metal bars, with supporting struts at each end which held them together, with threads drilled through so that the bars could be tightened. Mrs Travis fitted the bars over Cassie’s breasts and did up the screw. As the bars tightened, Cassie felt an increasingly painful pressure. When Mrs Travis let go, Cassie saw that her breasts had been flattened, the nipples pushed forward. She knew something bad would happen to them.

  Mrs Travis fetched a small, thin cane. She tapped it against the exposed part of Cassie’s breasts. Beneath the gag Cassie whimpered. She felt horribly vulnerable; despite her fear, or perhaps in part because of it, her nipples were hard. Mrs Travis raised the cane and brought it down smartly across both breasts, just above the nipples. Cassie strained in vain at her bonds. The urge to get away, to protect herself, was overwhelming. But, cuffed as she was, she could do nothing. Mrs Travis hit her again. She stooped and peered closely at Cassie’s breasts, rubbing the cane over them. Then she struck Cassie again, and again. Thin red lines had appeared along the top part of Cassie’s breasts, an inch or two above the nipples.

  There was some especially excruciating about the particular kind of pain that this delivered. Cassie’s breasts were already aching from being clamped, but the caning was so precise, so exactly on the point of maximum vulnerability, that the pain was magnified. Mrs Travis looked at her in the way one might look at some interesting specimen of fauna, an insect perhaps, eager to observe the effect of what she was doing but without any feelings for the object of her interest.

  Mrs Travis now switched to caning the underside of Cassie’s breasts, the cane striking just below the nipples. If anything this was even more excruciating. Cassie wriggled and writhed, straining desperately against her bonds, but she could not avoid the vicious strokes of the cane and they fell relentlessly on her tender breasts. After perhaps a dozen strokes, Mrs Travis stopped. She strokes Cassie’s breasts contemplatively, examining them closely.

  “A pretty sight,” she said. “But just to finish off, a few strokes right across the centre.”

  She smiled and pinched Cassie’s nipples to make her point. Cassie tried to cry out and beg for mercy; she did not think she could stand any more. But only strangled sounds emerged. Mrs Travis hit Cassie right across her nipples, with what felt like full force. Cassie’s whole body shook. When she looked down she expected to see blood, but there was nothing except one or two tiny flecks. Mrs Travis caned the nipples several more times, each stroke vicious. Cassie thought she might almost faint from the intensity of the pain.

  At last Mrs Travis took the tit-press off her and unlocked the thumb-cuffs. “Get up and follow me,” Mrs Travis said. They went downstairs into the kitchen. Mrs Travis took a bottle of white wine from the fridge, went into the sitting room and poured herself a glass, then one for Cassie. Mrs Travis sat on the sofa, sipping her wine. Cassie was told to stand in the corner of the room, facing the wall, presumably while Mrs Travis stared at her bruised and smarting bottom.

  After a while Mrs Travis got up. She made Cassie turn round, then inspected her breasts. She pinched them and squeezed them a little. “More,” said Mrs Travis. She took Cassie upstairs again and locked her to the chair once more. Then she picked up her cane. The next half hour was undoubtedly the most excruciating Cassie had ever experienced. It felt as though her breasts were being lacerated, reduced to raw meat.

  By now it was night-time. Mrs Travis took Cassie downstairs again. She put some ham and
some lettuce in a bowl and put them on the kitchen floor, together with another bowl with some wine in it.

  “Eat,” she said.

  Cassie knelt and took the food and drink as well as she could. Mrs Travis watched. Then she took her out into the yard. Tethered to the wall was a large dog, which growled aggressively. At the other end of the wall was a kennel. Mrs Travis pushed Cassie into the kennel then chained her neck to an iron ring on the ground.

  “Good night,” said Mrs Travis firmly.

  Fortunately it was a warm night. Inside the kennel was a rug. Cassie wrapped herself in the rug and lay down inside the kennel, nervously eyeing the dog. It padded over to where she lay, its chain only just preventing it from being able to touch her. It kept straining against its chain, making low growling sounds.

  Cassie slept fitfully. Early in the morning Mrs Travis came for her. She took Cassie up into the bathroom and got in the shower with her. She demanded that Cassie wash first herself, then Mrs Travis, all over. Then she ordered Cassie to service her.

  “First lick my ass, see how far you can push your tongue in,” she ordered.

  Cassie did as she was told. Her tongue wouldn’t go in far, but Mrs Travis told her to push her fingers in, then use her mouth and tongue on her clit. It didn’t take long for Cassie to get Mrs Travis off. It seemed as if Mrs Travis had no interest in reciprocating. She got out of the shower and went into the bedroom drying herself off, leaving Cassie in the shower. She was tempted to masturbate, but Mrs Travis had not given her permission. She didn’t want another beating again right now; her bottom and her tits felt unbearably tender.

  They took breakfast in the kitchen, both sitting at the table eating toast, Mrs Travis in a check shirt and jeans, Cassie still naked. After the meal, Mrs Travis told Cassie to bend over the table. She left the room and came back with a device Cassie hadn’t seen before. It was a steel plug, oval-shaped, with a couple of little arms coming out of the end. Lubricating the plug with some butter, Mrs Travis forced it into Cassie’s ass. It was big and hard and it wasn’t at all comfortable, even less so when Mrs Travis worked the two little arms and the plug expanded inside Cassie’s asshole, lodging itself securely. Mrs Travis attached a leash.

  She took Cassie outside, still naked, and pushed her into the back of the car. “Lie down,” she said, “so they can’t see you.”

  They drove for twenty minutes. When they stopped, Cassie found they were in a wooden area. Mrs Travis ordered Cassie out of the car and picked up the leash, tugging on it. She made Cassie take up position in front of her, the leash lodged in her ass and taut as they stood waiting. Soon another car drew up. Inside was a woman of about Mrs Travis age, similarly dressed. She too had a naked girl with her, this one wearing a leather dog collar, and also leashed. She was pretty, slim, with short blonde hair. She looked at Cassie and smiled. The two pets were told to walk in front of their mistresses, side by side, Cassie with the leash locked onto her ass, the other girl with the leash on her collar. Cassie hoped desperate that no one else would come along.

  After a while they all stopped. The two owners sat together on a bench. The other girl crawled around Cassie and then, coming up behind her, sniffed between her legs. Cassie thought this the most embarrassing things she had known. She blushed bright red.

  “Dirty little bitch,” said the other woman, smiling. She gave her leash a tug to pull her away.

  At the end of the walk the two girls were put back in the cars and driven back to Mrs Travis’s house. Mrs Travis got lunch. The two ladies took theirs at the kitchen table, the two girls took theirs on the floor. After that they all went into the sitting room.

  “This girl is called Topsy,” said Mrs Travis to Cassie. “I want you to show her owner what you can do. Let’s see you go down on Topsy and make her cum.”

  Cassie hadn’t done a lot of that. She tried it once or twice with other girls and enjoyed it, and even been complimented. But Miss Flora and Miss Bridget had mostly used her and beaten her, rather than requiring service. Nevertheless she did her best and was pleased that after ten minutes or so Topsy gave a little cry and wiggled her hips as an orgasm shook her.

  “Good,” said Topsy’s owner. “Now you can do me.”

  Cassie knelt on the floor between the woman’s legs, pushed up her skirt and pulled her knickers to one side, gluing her mouth to the lady’s pussy and working hard until she came.

  Mrs Travis told Cassie to kneel on the sofa, her ass presented. She fetched the harness and dildo she had used before. She told Topsy to strap it on. Then Topsy was ordered to fuck Cassie, first in her cunt and then in her ass.

  It was an ordeal after what had been done to her the day before. Cassie groaned, but Topsy was urged on to do it harder.

  “Let me do it,” said the other woman. She took the strap-on from Topsy and buckled it on herself, then mounted Cassie, thrusting in energetically. Cassie whimpered.

  “Is there anything else you’d like to do with my girl?” said Topsy’s owner.

  “I’d like to give both sluts a severe whipping,” said Mrs Travis.

  The girls knelt side by side on the sofa, asses presented outwards. Mrs Travis beat them with a bull hide whip, a short one. Cassie whimpered, but Topsy was brave and endured without a sound.

  “Next time,” said Mrs Travis, “perhaps you’d like to see what my dog can do. He’s been trained for girls.”

  “That would be a treat,” said Topsy’s owner. “I’m sure my little pet would love that.”

  Cassie looked at Topsy. From the expression on her face Cassie doubted she would be all that enthusiastic about the dog. Nor would I, Cassie thought. Perhaps Mrs Travis will choose another girl for next time.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Flora arranged to meet Suki the following evening in order to tell her about Dr Lowman and her plans for him. When she got to Suki’s place, however, she found Suki dressed up for a play session. In fact, he had made a big effort; they hadn’t met for a week or two and Suki was eager for some fun. He strutted around the apartment, flouncing about in a short flared skirt with a chiffon petticoat underneath. The tops of his stockings, attached to a black satin suspender belt, were clearly visible and showed off Suki’s legs to perfection. Suki knew they were shapely; he knew, too, exactly what Flora liked. He gave her a big kiss on the mouth and stroked the back of her ear, like they did in the movies.

  “Do I smell nice, darling?” Suki whispered in Flora’s ear.

  “Sit down, you little slut” said Flora, as if annoyed. In truth it was hard to be annoyed by anything that Suki did, he was so sweet and charming. Flora’s pussy was already starting to get wet, but she controlled herself. “Listen carefully,” she said. “I’ve got something to tell you about.”

  Suki pretended to sulk, but in truth he loved it when Flora had things to tell her, especially if they were secrets. Flora had promised her that one day she would take her to visit one of the Circle’s clients. Flora would dearly love to; she was sure Suki would give great satisfaction, but if Miss Bridget found out there would be trouble. Perhaps this visit was what Flora was going to tell her about.

  Flora explained about Dr Lowman. Suki already knew all about the Circle, and the need for discretion. Flora told her that Dr Lowman knew of its existence and that he needed to be kept sweet or there would be a scandal. Flora told Suki about Frau Ledermann.

  “Oh, the poor girl,” said Suki when he heard about the humiliations and debauchery to which the German teacher was subjected, although he was a little envious. How delicious to be abused like that!

  “It seems,” said Flora, “that despite our best intentions, offering him the use of the German cunt whenever he likes is no longer enough to ensure his silence. We need to do more.”

  “More girls?” said Suki.

  “We’re going to blackmail him,” Flora said.

  “Oh, how wicked,” Suki cried. “That’s so deliciously evil.”

  “It’s not a game,” said Flora severely. “
It’s deadly serious. My plan is this. The German cunt will invite him to an orgy. She’ll show him pictures of two girls who will accompany her. Those girls will be me and you.”

  “Me?” Suki squealed with delight. “Oh, lovely.”

  While they were having sex Flora had sometimes told Suki that he was going to be whored out, that Flora would advertise his services to men and Suki would pleasure them. Possibly while Flora watched, though in truth Flora was undecided about that. Perhaps it would be exciting to watch Suki being fucked in the ass by men with their big hard cocks; perhaps not. It depended on her mood. But Suki was very keen on the idea.

  So far it had been just a way of arousing Suki. But now Flora explained that Suki would be actively involved with a man. Flora explained that they needed photographs that proved conclusively that Dr Lowman had been debauching girls from the college, but that he had also engaged in perverted practices with a boy posing as a girl.

  “Oh!” exclaimed Suki. “Perverted practices. How lovely! What sort of things exactly?”

  “To an extent we’ll have to play it by ear,” Flora said. “But it will certainly have to involve sucking cock; you sucking him, him sucking you.” Flora wrinkled her nose at the idea. The whole scenario in her mind was full of acts she didn’t care to think about, even less engage in. But it had to be done.

  “Will he fuck me?” Suki said eagerly.

  “I suppose so,” said Flora.

  “And can I fuck him?”

  “That too, I expect,” said Flora. She promised herself that she would get plenty of action with the German cunt while Suki was occupied with Dr Lowman. How did she feel about Dr Lowman watching her pegging the German cunt? She supposed she could just concentrate on what she was doing and not worry too much about the audience. In any case, Suki would surely keep him occupied.