by Ashley Hind
Gwendolen held court in the centre of the kitchen. She wore the same thigh-length boots that she had sported when she came to Leah’s room to administer her first punishment, but this time there was no skirt. Instead she wore black fishnet tights that clung and showed the shape of her bottom and the bulge of her crotch. Her top half was bare but for a black half-cut bra in PVC, that crowded her bust and pushed it upwards. Her hair was down for once and flowed over her shoulders. She wore full-finger, elbow length gloves in very tight latex, and in one hand she held a plant by its furry stalk, the serrated leaves and covering of tiny hairs identifying it unquestionably as a nettle.
April let go of Leah’s arm once she was in the centre of the room, and went to stand by the Mistress. Although the twins were identically dressed and May also had her hair in bunches, the difference in character between them was still plainly evident. While April stood upright and smiling, with hands on hips and legs apart to wantonly display the dark patch of her dampening knickers, her sister perched behind her on a bar stool, cross-legged and head bowed, observing proceedings with some consternation through her fringe. Leah was not able to study May for long though, because someone else for once had grabbed her attention.
Caroline was laid out on her back on the kitchen table. She was naked and glistening, having been coated from head to toe in some kind of oil. Her legs were bent at the knee and draped over the edge, and her ankles had been tied to the table legs to ensure her thighs were held apart. Leah could not see the girl’s face, the view obscured by her breasts, which were stretching up from her body. Small clamps bit into her swollen nipples and these were attached by taut strings that were in turn fastened to hooks screwed into the overhead timber beam. Leah watched as the Mistress nonchalantly brushed the nettle against the underside of Caroline’s left breast, causing a muffled cry and a little red rash to slowly appear on the tormented skin. Gwen turned and looked Leah up and down.
‘Take that off,’ she commanded.
Leah obeyed, discarding her shirt and leaving herself completely bare and shaking with nerves as Gwendolen’s eyes examined her and alighted at her freshly shaved pussy.
‘That won’t help you,’ said the Mistress. ‘One way or another, you will burn.’
She laid the nettle gently across Caroline’s belly and passed behind Leah as she crossed the kitchen. Leah heard the fridge open and close and then the rattling of utensils in a drawer before Gwen returned to her original place and held up her new acquisition for Leah to see. It was a large piece of root ginger, the biggest Leah had seen, with the main body of it at least half a foot long and about three inches across. Slowly, for effect, Gwendolen snapped away the offshoots to the main body and then used a peeler to get rid of the outer skin, trying to keep the peelings as thin as possible to avoid depleting the body of the root. She came to Leah and held up for inspection the raw, bright yellow stump that broadened across the middle and tapered at each end. Then Leah felt the brush of the raw root across each of her nipples in turn. At first, there was nothing. Then the hot tingle started and her teats began to swell and, sure enough, she gasped as she felt the burn. Gwen smiled and handed the root to her victim.
‘Now let me watch you fuck yourself with it,’ she said.
Leah felt her face crumple and her limbs go weak, but still she opened her legs without protest and moved her hand down between her thighs. She noted her Mistress waiting with raised eyebrows so she held her breath and rubbed the ginger up her slit, hoping that would be enough to appease the woman and full insertion would not be necessary. When it came the heat was way more intense than it had been on her nipples. She whimpered, rubbing harder with the root to try to sate the burning itch on her skin, despite the fact that it only exacerbated the problem.
She could hear Gwen and April laughing at her plight and her sobs were starting to break heavily as she rubbed herself harder to try and bring some comfort, hoping to have her pussy make juices to dowse the fire in her delicate lips, which she could feel swelling under her touch. Still fretting, she was manoeuvred two paces forward by the Mistress and told to get to her knees so that she was down level and close to Caroline’s open sex. Then the dreaded order came from her Mistress:
‘Now put it right inside you.’
Leah tears wet her cheeks as she steeled herself and then pushed the root past her inflamed labia and into the vulnerable softness of her pussy. Again there was a brief pause before the heat burst through her and made her cry out and buck her hips, but the root stayed resolutely inside her, leaching its fire into her delicate membranes. She was left to sob and silently pray to be allowed to masturbate as Gwendolen turned her attentions to the also fretting Caroline, lifting the nettles back off her now reddened stomach. The stingers were touched against each of the large breasts once more and then, right in front of Leah’s eyes, brushed over Caroline’s open quim. The poor victim jerked and screamed into her gag as her whole mound flushed red, and Leah knew this punishment far outweighed her own.
The Mistress tired of the nettles and dropped them to the floor, going over instead to one of the vertical timber beams to unhook a long, narrow and flexible paddle in black. She returned and stood at the side of the table, looking Caroline up and down. She decided to deliver her first paddle-smacks to the underside of her victim’s breasts. Caroline attempted to shrink down against the table but only succeeded in stretching her nipples still more. The next smacks were across her belly, already red and bumpy with nettle rash. The Mistress alternated her blows between stomach and breasts, then branched out to lay flat thwacks onto the front of the girl’s thighs. Leah had already guessed from her own previous treatment what all this was leading to and, sure enough, Gwendolen had soon laid the paddle down so that its tip was touching the mound of Caroline’s sex.
The girl sobbed but to no avail. The paddle came up and then flashed sharply down, harder than any of the blows that Leah had received the other day, and more than enough to have Caroline yelling into her gag and jerking her hips in pain. Another blow landed, the flexible paddle seeming to bend down at the end, a mocking bow that delivered a stinging kiss to the centre of the girl’s lips. Leah could see the labia trembling with the contact. Perversely, she wished she was getting the harsh contact, anything to help calm the insistent burn in her own pussy and give it the attention it was crying out for.
The next blow was harder still, and the following one too much to bear, with Caroline letting go an involuntary squirt of pee that shot out and splashed onto Leah’s chest. A trickle persisted from the girl’s pussy, pooling on the table and dribbling off onto the floor. The next blow was lighter but it was followed by another hard slap, and again Leah felt the burst of the hot gush against her. A few seconds of mercy followed, as the Mistress gleefully watched her victim’s hips rapidly jerking up and down, and her yellow stream pour out to coat her thighs before splashing to the floor.
The Mistress then discarded her paddle and started to rub and slap Caroline’s bright-red crotch with her open palm. Her gloved forefinger pushed against the slit and disappeared inside the sopping passage, re-emerging slickly shining. Leah watched two fingers disappear inside, and then three, easily swallowed by the open, wet hole. The Mistress had to stir her fingers around for a while before she was able to push in a fourth. She rested her black-gloved thumb against the girl’s swollen clit and pumped her fingers in and out of the open snatch with such vigour that occasional droplets of juice would be forced out to spatter onto Leah’s face.
With the victim groaning and thrusting her hips out for more the pummelling abruptly ceased. The Mistress slipped her thumb from its position against the top of the slit and tried to push it in alongside the other fingers inside the girl. Leah watched in tremulous awe as the thumb disappeared inside, and the rest of the hand started to ease its way in. Caroline uttered a long low moan as the whole fist stretched her open and pushed inside until the labia clo
sed around the smooth latex at the Mistress’s wrist. The hand was twisted inside her then partially removed before being pushed back in with a loud squelch. It would have forced Caroline open even beyond the limits she had experienced earlier with Gun Man Bryn’s cock.
Just when Leah thought that the victim was reaching euphoria at the rough treatment, the hand was eased out of her and the slick juices covering the glove wiped upon her belly. The girl was then untied and had her hugely swollen nipples freed from the clamps. She was turned without resistance onto her front, so that she was bent over the table. Her ample behind showed to be as generously oiled as her front. The Mistress did not bother with any teasing this time, standing right above Leah with paddle in hand. She was so close that as the smacks were delivered, Leah could feel the paddle whooshing past her head and gusting her hair before crashing into the girl’s poor bum with a resounding slap. It was so hard the victim would surely have wet herself again had her bladder not already been drained.
It was a merciless beating with no quarter given. It made Leah shake to watch. The noise of impact made her jump every time and she cringed at Caroline’s muffled screams. The bum in front of her was scarlet and dancing, the flesh still juddering as each new blow landed. The paddle would visibly sink into each buttock in turn, squashing it down and opening it to reveal her pink hole for a split second. As the paddle was withdrawn the bum cheek would spring back, blazing red and wobbling up and down, as if in slow motion, and then there would be another swoosh and the paddle would explode against the backside again.
When the Mistress deemed that the bottom was becoming too numbed, Leah was pushed back upon her haunches to allow a steeper trajectory for the paddle to travel, enabling it to strike the padded area at the top of Caroline’s thighs. It was then, when sat back a bit lower watching the thighs jumping apart at the impact, that Leah saw that Caroline’s pussy was oozing wetness onto the table. It was too unctuous to be urine, and Leah’s nostrils were being filled with the same pungency that they had detected earlier in the cottage, when Caroline was being fucked by two men at the same time. How anyone could derive pleasure from such a beating was beyond Leah, although she knew full well that pain and gratification were not such strange bedfellows. However, the pussy-spanking Leah had witnessed would have been way beyond her tolerance and she knew she would have fainted clean away if she had received just a single blow to her bottom as hard as the ones poor Caroline was now getting over and over again. She watched the girl’s backside colour-up in stages, going quickly past pink and into deeper reds, matching the crimson of the well-spanked pussy and then beyond. Only once it was turning purple and bruised was the beating ceased and the paddle replaced upon its hook.
Caroline’s bum flesh was still trembling as her Mistress returned to her side. After the great slapping impacts and the girl’s gagged screams, the kitchen was suddenly quiet and Leah could hear her own deep breathing along with the gentle sobs from the prostrate victim. Gwendolen was standing expressionless, as if nothing had happened, but the bottom so close to Leah’s face bore testimony to the deed done, and she could actually feel the heat emanating from the swollen cheeks.
‘Now, girl, take that ginger out of your cunt and stand here.’
The order came from Gwendolen and it took Leah a few seconds to drag her eyes off poor Caroline’s behind and realise that her Mistress was addressing her. She put her fingers down between her thighs and they pushed inside her throbbing pussy to fish out the insidious root and discard it onto the floor. She stood on trembling legs and was immediately taken by the arm and pulled over so that she was alongside her Mistress, looking down on the battered bum. The woman said nothing to her. Instead she looked over her shoulder and spoke to April.
‘Fetch Huw in,’ she said.
Leah watched the elder twin disappear from the room and then return half a minute later, with the giant farmer following not far behind. He too was expressionless, although Leah could detect a bigger than normal bulge in his jeans, suggesting he knew what was coming to him. He passed the twins and came over to stand behind Caroline, gently nodding his head in silent appreciation of the results of her thrashing. Still without words, Gwen let go of Leah and went to her husband, turning him slightly and then dropping to her knees. She fumbled with his jeans and then pulled them partially down. His pants followed and beneath his shirt hung his monster, flaccid but swelling as his wife took a grip on it and fed it into her mouth. Gwendolen’s head bobbed as she gobbled him in the same lewd manner she had used on Leah’s husband. Soon Huw was growing hard and becoming unmanageable, and his dirty wife confined her work to wet, noisy slurps, lapping at the tip of his shaft as if it were the most delicious thing on the planet. He filled her hand until her fingers could no longer encompass the girth and she turned with smirk to Leah and said:
‘I think you had better spit on her arsehole, don’t you?’
Leah felt the shudder go through her. Callously, she actually felt surging relief that the policewoman was the target for his member, at least for now. She placed her hands on the girl’s buttocks as gently as possible but she still heard a wince as she opened them up. Traces of oil remained inside the deep crack, doubtlessly mixed with Caroline’s own juices. The anus was already slightly open and she would surely benefit from already having taken two big cocks within it that day, although they would both have had to have been in her at the same time to match Huw’s dimensions. Clearly, if only the traces of oil and spit were going to be used for the job, the girl was in for a hugely difficult entry. Leah did her best to help her, feeling wanton as she let out a string of saliva and watched it descend slowly to its target. She used her middle finger to massage it gently into the rim of Caroline’s naughty hole. Disconcertingly, as she pushed her finger just inside, she felt the sphincter close and grip, and suddenly the girl seemed way too tight for the punishment she was about to receive.
The prick was rock hard and massive and Gwendolen was clearly pleased with her work. She got off her knees and went to stand at Leah’s shoulders. She bent and issued a single quite command into Leah’s right ear:
‘Hold her arse cheeks open.’
Leah obeyed, taking a firmer hold of the bruised flesh to prise it apart. She felt guilty about the pain she was causing but was still mightily relieved not to be in Caroline’s position. If Huw was ever a gentle lover, he was not about to show it now. The end of his saliva-slick cock was presented bluntly to the girl’s posterior, and almost immediately he began to push his hips forward. The girl whimpered and Leah watched aghast as the sphincter bravely tried to withstand the pressure against it, but the very tip of the cock was prising her open, and the battle was already lost. Amid panicked squeals, millimetre by millimetre the purple glans eased inside the girl’s bottom.
Leah could see the rim of the anus paling as it was stretched so taut that it seemed certain to prove too much. She realised with a start that she was squeezing the girl’s cheeks hard now, gripped by the sight of the cock slowly disappearing. She felt a hot surge of thrilling regret that she was abetting the punishment and helping to deal out the pain. As the head of his cock forced its way in, Leah found herself instinctively bending and spitting onto Huw’s shaft to increase the lubrication there and help ease its passage inside.
Caroline’s plundered arse held him and clung to his skin but his drive was slowly remorseless. Bit by bit he opened her passage and filled it with his meat. In complicity Leah held the girl’s bottom apart for him until he had forced himself fully into her. When his thighs touched the backs of Leah’s hands she suddenly pulled them away, his contact cementing their collusion and raking her with guilt. He let the girl rest only momentarily. His first movements were short and slow by necessity but soon he tired of waiting for Caroline’s muscles to relax around him and he started to force the issue, pulling further out and buffeting her bottom with slapping forward thrusts.
The fuckin
g continued despite Caroline’s wailing. Her hands, which had been free throughout her ordeal, ceased gripping the table edges and came back to replace Leah’s hands to hold her cheeks apart, seemingly to increase his depth of thrust. At one point he withdrew so that only his glans was still inside, and Leah was ordered by the Mistress to wank him. She reached down and took hold of his shaft to grasp him, feeling Caroline’s slipperiness on her palm and the pulsing heat of his cock. She knew that the girl would be stretched so much inside that she would be able to feel every one of his throbbing veins.
Huw quickly grew impatient with Leah’s distraction and her hand was pulled away so that he could sink back into the warmth of the bottom. Every now and then, when he withdrew completely, Leah would see the stretched ring of the anus struggling to contract, as if it was desperately trying to scurry for cover. It was always too late and the cock would be pushed inside once more and Caroline would be filled.
Huw drove inside and gripped at those chubby thighs, now pumping in and out and slapping against the girl’s bruised buttocks. His action seemed unendurable. Leah could not begin to imagine how huge he must have felt. She wished she could help the girl, or at least stroke her clit for her to ease the difficulty and try and bring some relief, but as the pumping got harder and faster she was simply mesmerised by the fascination and her own dread. As much as she didn’t want Caroline to feel any more hurt, she was desperate for Huw to fuck her harder and unload all his spunk into this fat backside, so that her own might thus be spared. He held out for unbearable minutes but then suddenly his eyes shut and his mouth opened to emit a grunt. His thrusts ceased and Gwendolen pushed Leah aside and went behind her husband, reaching between his legs to squeeze at his balls and help them empty into the girl’s rear end. He squished her bum cheeks upwards as he pressed into her and held himself there, allowing his squirts to spray her insides. He waited silently with eyes closed until he was completely drained and his cock had started to soften. Then he stepped back and withdrew, and all got to see a big dollop of his seed ooze from the still-open hole and drip down to the floor with a splat.
