This story is rather long; I haven't been able to write for quite a long time, and this is what (finally) came out. I apologize for the ridiculous length, and I hope it is worth the time.
It was, initially, a very relaxed night in for Mike and Sharon. The two of them were enjoying a nice, quiet night at home, unperturbed by the idiocy of the Bush Administration, the futility of the war overseas, or even the bloviating blow-hard Bill O'reily. The whole immigration issue struck Sharon fairly hard; her grandmother had come over from Mexico years ago, fleeing an abusive husband, and her family had been here since. Mike was not particularly impressed, either. His view on immigration was a fairly typical anarcho-Marxist one: the land belonged to no one, and if anyone could actually claim ownership of the land, it would certainly be the American Indians, and not a bunch of stodgy white people. In fact, Mike was descended from a bunch of stodgy white people who had intermarried with members of various Caddo tribes in Texas on his father's side, and with Lugana-Acama tribes from New Mexico on his mother's side.
But none of that was of any consequence right now. The last two weeks had been rather busy. Mike had somehow managed to find someone willing to loan him enough money to start his mail order bondage equipment business about a year ago, and the last few months had seen him open an actual physical store. In the last two weeks, he had been busy designing and building new equipment, mostly as show pieces for the store. He had also had to hire some help. Of course, he managed to fit this around his rather busy concert attending schedule. Rob Zombie and Lacuna Coil had come to town, followed shortly by Ministry and Revolting Cocks. God Forbid was due in soon, and HIM had recently blown through.
Sharon was helping Mike test some of his new designs, and her body was beginning to tell the tale. The shows, of course, always got physical, and she had gotten trapped in the "crush" in front of the stage at the Lacuna Coil show. Mike, as always, was there for her, but there hadn't been any replays of the Tool concert, where he had to pull her out from underneath several large, clumsy idiots who didn't belong in the pit. They were both glad about that.
So tonight, the couple was simply going to relax. A little drink, a little smoke, and little else. No TV, no parties, no concerts. Just some nice drone doom metal, courtesy of Sunn0))). Very relaxed. No pressure, just a breather from their (willingly) hectic lifestyle.
Sharon stared across the table at Mike. His long hair cascaded to his waist in dark brown waves, while his oddly pointed and curled goatee truly lived up to its name, making his tanned face look something like a be-spectacled goat. The upper half of his face was mostly hidden in shadow due to the cap he had gotten at the Zombie show. His piercingly steel blue eyes were masked behind the glint of his glasses, the only thing visible under the low-pulled bill.
She knew that Mike loved her, and that he loved her body almost as much. She never could figure out why. Yes, she was dark skinned and had deep, brown eyes. He always went on and on about her thick, long, black hair. Yet she supposed he mostly like her large breasts, and her firm, well-rounded ass. It certainly wasn't anything like Jennifer Lopez's ponderous behind, but it was certainly well shaped and he swore it was just the right size. Of course, Mike always told her that he loved her mind and her soul more than her body, but he always added that her body certainly was icing on the cake. A deep, delicious girl, who looked great, too. How could it get any better?
So they sat and made small talk, just bull shitting about life in general, and how good the concerts had been. In couples that had just met, such things kept away the Awkward Silence, and many people just talked because the fear of that awful silence was so overwhelming. But with Mike and Sharon, and indeed with most other long-term couples, this congenial chatting was a very important part of their communication. Just enjoying each other's company and not forcing yourselves to be anything that you aren't, or that you don't want to be. To just be natural with one another. This was really the foundation of their love and affection--the fact that they could just talk and be together without being silly, or superfluous. They could put away all those masks that they wore everyday: he as shopkeeper and spokesperson, she as the dutiful and pragmatic librarian. Yes, these were certainly part of their personality, but only part. To parade that portion of themselves endlessly, day after day, caused the rest of themselves to atrophy and fade away. This relaxing night, with its small talk, was away of re-invigorating themselves, letting it all hang out, so to speak.
Mike was telling a joke, something he frequently did after sex despite Sharon's admonishments not to. "See, this dude walks into a bar. And he sees this horse standing behind the bar, taking drink orders. The dude just stands there and stares at the damn horse. The horse ignores him for a moment, but then turns and yells at the dude, 'Hey, what's the matter? Ain't ya ever seen a horse tending bar before?' And the guy snaps out of it and just says 'It's not that. I just didn't think the parrot would ever sell this place.'"
Sharon half laughed and half groaned into her hand and shook her head. Mike just grinned his goofy, lopsided grin at her and nodded his head.
Unexpectedly, there was a loud knock on the door. Mike jerked his head up and started to get up, while Sharon grabbed her pipe, ashtray, and tin and quickly walked across the kitchen to stash them away in a drawer. When Mike got to the door, he looked out the peephole, and saw Katie standing outside with someone he didn't recognize.
Opening the door cautiously, as was his nature, Mike got a better view of the two girls on the front porch. Katie was a fairly tall blonde girl with dark brown eyes. Her measurements were much smaller than Sharon's generous Hispanic proportions, but still fairly pleasing to the eye. Her companion was much different, however. Petite is an appropriate word, tiny mighty even suffice. She couldn't have been more than about 5'3", and her figure, though definitely feminine, was rather flattish. Mike gave the two of them a sideways glance, meant more for Katie than the other girl.
Sharon came bustling along to see what the hold up at the door was. Pulling it from Mike's loose grip, she held it wide open and immediately began speaking to Katie.
"Katie! What are you doing here? And who's your friend?" she inquired quickly and cheerfully, though Mike caught the slight hesitation in the last question, and the emphasis on "friend." He knew that his lover wasn't very happy about being intruded upon, especially by an unknown person.
The blonde girl answered. "Hi, Sharon! We didn't have much going on, so we thought we would stop by and see if you had some...time to spend with us." She ended her sentence lamely, belatedly remembering Mike's paranoia of police. She looked up at him, and caught a dark look and a hardened jaw line.
He turned after a moment, however, and addressed the small redhead. "You are...?" he asked tersely.
The little redhead glared defiantly up at him and said. "I'm Christy. Katie's friend." With that she turned to Sharon and said, more pleasantly, "Katie's told me so much about you. She said you're a good friend and that you know how to have a good time." She smiled at Sharon, ignoring the glowering look from Mike.
Sharon had always liked having people around to socialize with, while Mike found it to be anathema. He sighed in resignation as Sharon led the other two girls into the kitchen to retrieve her items. Mike closed and locked the door and skulked in behind them.
Before long, however, his mood had improved dramatically. The girls were smoking some rather good pot, and though Mike no longer smoked pot or drank, he didn't begrudge it to Sharon anymore. It had been a rather difficult transition for him, but an important one. Katie never could hold her own with Sharon, but Christy seemed determined to. Mike watched in amusement, and proceeded to tell several more bad jokes, resulting in giggles from Sharon, stunned silence from Katie, and even a few small smiles from Christy.
A deck of cards was omnipresent on the table, as was a tin of dominoes and a few dice. Sharon grabbed the cards and said "Were going to play some Bullshit!" This happened to be one of Mike's preferred games, as cheating was rewarded, and he knew that his logical mind was good at figuring out when people claimed to have cards that they didn't. He also knew the pattern that the cards followed. Sharon, for her part, was quiet adept at lying and her beguiling charm disarmed most opponents. She was a difficult one to catch, especially since Mike's straight out heavy metal appearance, complete with death metal T-shirts and massive wallet chains, somehow convinced everyone that he was the dishonest one. This was certainly true of the two girls, who added many cards to their hands by calling Bullshit on Mike a few too many times. Sharon, meanwhile, whittled her hands away, and giggled nonstop about the deception.
After several long hands, Katie began to grow bored of loosing. Christy seconded the emotion. "I want to play something where I can win!" she said enthusiastically. "And not something where the two of you are going to work together," she added pointedly, looking at Mike and Sharon in turn.
Mike simply shrugged and waited for the girls to decide what to play next. The debate was brief, and mostly centered on the different types of poker. Katie, always frisky when she smoked, loudly suggested "Strip poker!" but was quickly and irrefutably rebuked by Christy.
Sharon agreed with Christy, saying "That's juvenile. If were going to play poker, let's play real poker, for real money!" Christy perked up at this, and a slow smile spread across her face. Mike, for his part, looked rather unimpressed, but simply said "It's your money." Christy looked at him like a person would normally look at a cat that had just eaten their goldfish.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she demanded angrily.
Mike's face assumed a comically absurd expression of disbelief. "Fuck, calm down. I'm not trying to piss you off."
"Well, you are." The heat from her voice was such that the candles on the table almost ignited. Mike ignored the vehemence in her voice and shook her head. Angry and defiant, Christy challenged him. "Well, why don't you put your money on the table, then? Unless you don't think you can hold on to it." The taunting quality to her voice brought on unexpected reaction.
Mike became very quiet and glared at her for a moment. Then, slowly, he got up and left the room. The barely controlled fury was evident in his hard face and deliberate movements. The three girls sat in that Awkward Silence for some minutes before Mike returned. He had a large case in his hand, which he sat on the table and opened. Inside were rows and rows of clay chips in various colors. He then sat back down and slowly folded his arms across his chest and looked deep into Christy's face.
Mike's voice had adopted a rough edge to it, and he spoke slowly, choosing his words carefully. "I started my own business, selling things people have told me time and again that no one would buy. I've built that business up with my own two hands. I've put up with detractors and naysayers this whole damn time, and now...Now I'm on top. Not them. I can more than hold my own against you or anyone else that I come across."
That seemed to settle it. Sharon again lit her bowl, and Katie gladly accepted. But Christy refused, staring at Mike the whole time. After a few moments and much small talk from Sharon and Katie, the mood begin to lighten considerably, and the chips were divided up, and the cards dealt.
All of them, except for Katie, proved to be accomplished poker players. Sharon was a natural. Her luck was phenomenal, her bluffing unimpeachable, she really knew how to work the table. Katie, by contrast, was a complete novice, having only the rudest ideas of how poker was played. Her chips quickly disappeared, but they all simply laughed about it, Katie being the nice girl that she was. She spent the rest of the evening fetching drinks for the other players, and doing assorted goof y things for their amusement. This was her penance for losing all the chips and having no money to pay the pot with.
This, in truth, has been a tradition in Mike and Sharon's household for quite some time. Most card games are just for shits and giggles. Many of their friends had been with them since Mike was living in the hotel and doing nothing with himself, and Sharon had been living at home with her parents. Money was not important to them; having a good time was. So when card games became more serious, they were about who would go buy alcohol, who would mix drinks, and that kind of thing. Katie fell into this role easily, having been the "slave" many times before. Sex and humiliation were not part of the package. Unless, of course, it was Mike playing against Sharon. The bets then were of an entirely different nature.
Christy took an interest in this turn of events. She asked many questions about the role of the losers if no money was available to pay their debt. Katie explained.
"I lose a lot when I play here. But they know I don't have enough money to pay for all the chips. So, I become their 'slave' for the rest of the evening. I'm not really their slave, of course. I just get drinks and run errands and stuff. Sometimes, though, I have had to do stupid things to make people laugh. Like, one time, Sharon made me do a handstand on the front lawn, and I was wearing a skirt. And another time, Jake (a male friend whom Christy had apparently met before) made me order pizza, and when the pizza guy got here, I had to answer the door in my underwear. But Mike was probably the meanest to me. He made me go buy some soda from the store, and I had to use my debit card. And I was wearing some of his crazy heavy metal stuff! I don't know how he can go out in public like that!"
At that last one, Mike broke out laughing, and Sharon convulsed with giggles. Christy simply looked appalled. But after that, her demeanor towards Katie changed dramatically. She began to treat her like a servant, but not in the good-natured and nonchalant way that Mike and Sharon did. Christy demanded that a certain number of ice cubes be in her drink, and that Katie find a tray to carry the drinks on, one handed, cocktail waitress style. Katie went along with it with out complaining. In fact, as usual, she seemed to like being treated in such away. Mike and Sharon had conferred about this, and determined that Katie may very well be a sub, though she denied this to them. She simply seemed to like the attention she got. Of course, the two of them never pushed her, but thoughts of this did help fuel their fantasy life.
Mike played like a machine. He got crappy cards frequently; his luck had never been that good. But logic and precision helped make up for this. His face was usually impassive at all times in his life, never revealing emotion. Something leftover from military school, he said. But now, playing poker, his face constantly held a metallic quality, rarely moving, never smiling, except at the occasional joke or anecdote. He bet, he bluffed, he folded, and his pile of chips, though not growing very much, also never seemed to shrink.
Christy played with fire and determination, things that obviously were very much a part of her life. She made rash, but good, decisions, jumping in, both barrels blazing, obliterating everything in her way. She made bold moves that usually paid off, though there were a few missteps along the way. Her stack of chips would grow and shrink rapidly, inversely proportional to Sharon's.
Eventually, Christy began to get desperate. Her bad-ass attitude was beginning to wane, along with her collection of chips. As this occurred, her treatment of Katie similarly began to degenerate even more. If her glass had the wrong number of ice cubes, Christy would decree that Katie couldn't smoke with Sharon until the next hand. If Katie wasn't quick enough to light someone's cigarette, Christy would toss some small object into the living room and demand that Katie crawl into the next room and carry the item back in her mouth. Finally, Katie really biffed it: the tray she was carrying Christy's drink on was wet from condensation, and the glass slid and dumped itself all over Christy.
"You bitch! Now you're really going to pay! Take off your clothes and let me wear them! You can wear the ones that you just got all soaking wet!"
Katie almost seemed to cower before her raging friend, though she was significantly taller. Her bewildered face looked at Sharon and then at Mike before her hands began to move to comply.
Mike stood up. His dark presence seemed to expand to fill the kitchen. His expression was one of pure malice, and Sharon knew that he was going to lay down the law as he saw it. "That's enough." His tone was loud and forceful, but not quite a yell. Christy rounded on him.
"She's the slave," she said, the emphasis dripping with condescension from the last word. "She has to do it." The little redhead stared up defiantly at Mike.
"Maybe. She's supposed to be your friend, and you've given her nothing but abuse all night. That isn't fair." Then a smile cracked his face, but it didn't quite reach his burning eyes. "Besides, when do Sharon and I get a turn?" His smile was now genuine as her looked at Katie.
"So what do you want to do?" Christy demanded.
"Simple. We'll take turns. Whoever wins this next hand will go first, and then it will continue to the left." His face once again became impassive.
Sharon finally spoke up. "But no one can tell Katie not to smoke with me. I need a smoking buddy! And you can't undo something someone else has told her to do, or we'll just end up wasting the night." Her smile said that the matter was closed, and that everyone should see it her way. Of course, she was right. So Mike sat back down, and Christy eventually returned to her seat.
Katie stood in the kitchen, unsure of what to do. Mike inclined his head towards a towel hanging on the oven door, and Katie grabbed it and began to clean up the mess.
Sharon won that hand. She first had Katie smoke a whole bowl with her before returning to the game. Then Katie was ordered to start cooking quesadillas for everyone. By the time the hand was done, four warm quesadillas were on the table.
Next, of course, was Christy, and she seemed spiteful. Sitting in a wet seat while wearing wet clothes seemed to have only fueled her anger. She wasn't angry with Katie, she was angry at her situation. But Katie was an all too convenient target.
As soon as Katie came under her control, Christy made the same demands as earlier, but with some minor adjustments. "Take off your clothes. All of them. I'm taking them to the bathroom to change. And my clothes won't fit you, so I guess you have to do without." She smiled maliciously. "Besides, I need something to break Mike's concentration." She leered across the table at him. He stared back, unfazed.
Katie began to leave the kitchen, heading towards the bathroom. Christy stopped her. "Where are you going?" The blonde girl stared at her. "I didn't tell you to go change. I said take off your clothes. Right here. And then I'll go change in the bathroom." Katie stood stock still for a moment, her face and neck reddening. But her willpower wilted under the little redhead's unflinching gaze. Finally, Katie began to pull her blouse off, followed by her shoes, socks, and pants. When she was down to her underwear, she noticed that Mike had dealt the cards and the hand was under way. She finished stripping quickly, and handed her clothes to Christy, who placed her cards face down on the table and disappeared to change.
The end of the hand came quickly, and Katie turned to Mike for orders. He had hardly looked at her since she began taking her clothes off. Even now, he barely glanced at her before saying "Katie, fix everyone a drink and then sit down." He didn't watch her nude body moving around the kitchen, and he didn't look at her after she sat down. In fact, he seemed to be ignoring her. He won that hand easily with four queens.
Sharon also seemed bent on not embarrassing the unfortunate girl. She simply had her go the living room and pick up a little bit.
But Christy made up for this with a vengeance. While the card game was in progress, she instructed her friend to strike various poses while she took a few pictures with her camera phone. At first, they were pretty tame. Sit on the chair and cross your legs and bat your eyelashes. Stand up and face the wall and look at me over your shoulder. But they got increasingly lewd as time went on. Bend over the back of the chair and let your boobs dangle. Look up at me and smile. Lay down on the floor with your legs spread. Bend your knees. Get on all fours with your head down. Now spread your legs.
Mike tried to keep the hand short, but Christy prolonged the betting round as much as she could. By the time the hand finally ended, with Sharon calling Christy, Katie was kneeling on a chair with her back arched and her legs spread. Her labia weren't as clearly visible on this shot as they had been on several others, but her pink anus was on proud display. Despite the humiliation, the red tinge to her face and neck were readily matched by the redness of her swollen labia.
Now, however, she was Mike's. While Christy dealt, Mike leaned his head over into his hand, watching her, clearly deep in thought. At length, he picked up his cards and began to organize them. Speaking from behind his cards, he gave her a list of CDs to put into the disk changer. She dutifully went into the living room and began rooting through Mike and Sharon's ludicrously large music collection. Fortunately for her, neither of her hosts believed in burning CDs, as they proudly supported the underground music scene, so it wasn't too difficult to find the albums. Katie, alone in the living room, simply shook her head as she found the Mushroomhead, Tristania, and Dead Can Dance albums Mike had requested. But as she found the Genitorturers albums he had asked for, she stopped. The album artwork was definitely something straight up Mike's alley, featuring obvious fetish and bondage themes. But the song titles were what really made her pause: Pleasure in Restraint, I Touch Myself, Flesh is Law.
Katie was already embarrassed that she was turned on by her friend's abuse. Even more so by the fact that she was nude, so her arousal was no doubt obvious to everyone else. Now, seeing the graphic artwork and the explicit song titles of the Genitorturers, she began to think more seriously about what Mike did for a living. Sharon was very casual about the things she did with Mike, and most of their friends understood that he was her Dom, and she was his sub. But what, exactly, that entailed was largely private until he had opened his store. Even the Internet site he maintained was not visited much by their group. Katie had always been more interested in it than most of the others, but was shy about her fascination. She deliberately kept herself from asking a lot of the questions she wanted to, and she often hoped that the poker games might turn in a sexual direction, though Mike and Sharon kept everything pretty mild and PG. Now, Christy had taken the ball, and was really running with it, and Katie found herself enjoying every moment of it, though she didn't much care for the demeanor her redheaded friend had adopted.
Quickly glancing over her shoulder, she checked to see if she was, in fact, unobserved. Seeing no one, and hearing Mike launching into another joke of questionable humor, she decided to take a risk and try and relieve some of her tension. Her left hand trailed down into her trimmed pubic hair and touched her swollen lips. She held back a gasp as she discovered how sensitive they were. Her right hand, seemingly of its own accord, joined her left, and stroked her moist opening. The soft wetness was so inviting, and the feather light touches were so pleasurable, Katie fell into almost a trance. Her fingers trailed teasingly along her sensitive flesh, slowly stroking herself, enjoying the gentle stimulation. Dead Can Dance began to pump out of the speakers, and her breathing fell into sync with "The Chant of the Paladin." Closing her eyes, her breathing became ragged, and her fingers kept tracing gently along the curve of her labia as she kneeled on the floor in front of the stereo cabinet. One fingertip accidentally brushed her clitoris, and her breath escaped her, and her body shuddered in a brief mini-orgasm.
"Uh...Are you okay?"
Startled, Katie jerked backed to reality and looked over her shoulder in mortification. Sharon stood at the doorway, smiling pleasantly at the embarrassed blonde. Katie felt her whole body growing hot, but not in the same sensual pleasure of just moments earlier. No, this was a raging humiliation that almost brought tears to her eyes.
Sharon just smiled sympathetically and held out a hand. "Its okay; I won't tell the others." She winked conspiratorially. "Anyway, I'm sure you needed that."
Katie just nodded, and took Sharon's hand, never looking her in her face. Despite the humiliation at being caught, she knew that Sharon would keep her word. And, though it had been a relief at first, her mini-orgasm had been just enough to whet her appetite for more.
Returning to the kitchen, Sharon sat down in her chair and acted as though nothing had happened. Katie, for her part, was apprehensive at what task would befall her next. Once again, though, Sharon seemed more interested in getting high(er) than in demeaning the naked blonde girl. After smoking some more pot with Katie, Sharon simply had her fix some more quesadillas, though she did reach out and have a friendly pinch from her butt every now and then. Katie would squeal a little and squirm, but Mike seemed to finally notice her exposed behind as she wiggled enticingly behind his lover. Christy, however, seemed perturbed by his appreciative glances and the knowing smiles he shared with Sharon.
Mike and Sharon really seemed determined to stick it to Christy this hand. The seemingly unemotional metal head really buckled down and seemed to be calculating an exacting strategy. Sharon carefully considered her cards before discarding a pair. Finally, the betting got underway, but Christy found herself at a severe disadvantage. Her modest holdings simply couldn't compete with the combined winnings of the two conniving hosts. Rather than throw away what she had in a pointless game of one-upmanship, she folded, forfeiting her ante.
If this had any affect on her opponents' plan, they didn't show it. Mike simply maintained his facade, and Sharon kept laughing about pretty much everything. Christy seemed to find it irritating, but Katie was in a similar state, despite her nudity and clear arousal, and Mike appeared to find her behavior endearing.
Frustrated, Christy almost forgot that Katie was now hers. When Sharon went to discard a few cards, Christy suddenly looked up at Katie, who was standing patiently by the stove with her hands behind her back. Her mind blank, she simply sat in contemplation for a moment. Eventually, she spoke. Her tone was icy, but her blazing eyes revealed the anger and frustration that motivated her misdirected cruelty. "I think you need to cool down some, Katie. Get some ice out of the freezer, not just one or two cubes, I think you need a whole bunch, and put it on a chair. Then sit down on it."
At this, Mike spoke up, clearly agitated. "Have some decency," he admonished the petite redhead, his voice harsh. Looking up at Katie, he pointed at a couple of items in the kitchen. "Put a plastic bag on the seat first, and put a towel on top of the bag. I don't our chairs wet if I can avoid it." He shook his head and exhaled forcibly. "Jesus Christ."
Sharon giggled a little bit, and Katie did as she was told. Christy, however, stared angrily at Mike. As the hand got under way, Christy decided to use Katie as a receptacle for her anger at Mike. "Hey, slave," she said imperiously, "wiggle your butt on that ice, move it around real good. And why don't you rub a piece on your nipples?" She laughed softly, but the sadistic pleasure was still clear.
Katie shivered, but did as she was told. She picked up a piece of ice with the same fingers that had earlier given her such pleasure and raised it to her nipple. The ice had begun to melt slightly, and the cold rivulets ran down her arm. One bitterly cold drop landed on her already turgid nipple, which caused it swell even more. Her nipple hardened even more with the ice itself, becoming painful for a few moments before the coldness began to numb her sensitive flesh. But while her nipple had become numb, the cold permeated much of her breast, creating a false awareness of the swollen flesh, which was now purple and mildly painful even to look at.
Once again, Mike and Sharon seemed intent on forcing Christy to either bet foolishly or fold. Either way, she would be forced to give up more chips. Unless, of course, both of them were bluffing. Feeling the growing desperation of her situation, she stalled. She had already decided that at least one of the pair truly had a winning hand, so the safest move would be to fold. This seemed to only be prolonging the inevitable, but Christy clung to the faintest hope that somehow she would be able to pull victory from the jaws of defeat. Seeking again to extend her respite, she did not make a decision just yet. No, she wanted someone to suffer for this, and Katie was still a very convenient target. Of course, Mike was who she really wanted to humiliate, but he was not yet in this predicament. That would change, she hoped.
"Katie," she sang out, turning a vicious smile toward her, at the moment, coolest friend. "I still think you need to chill out some more. So get a couple of pieces of ice and stick 'em where the sun don't shine. Both places the sun don't shine." Her face was still rather pretty, despite the evil expression she wore.
Katie was already trembling. Sharon didn't look too happy, but she exchanged a devilish grin with Mike, who looked positively diabolical when he smiled like that, his teeth just barely showing between his lips as he smiled wide.
If Katie had thought the cold shock of the ice on her nipples was harsh, she was certainly aghast at the sensations that flooded her body as she moved to obey Christy. Her pussy was already cold and numb from sitting on the ice, but as she spread her quim to accommodate a piece, her mind and body rebelled. Something cold simply did not belong deep inside her. Her wrist shook, but she steeled herself and closed her eyes. One thrust of the slippery piece and it was seated deep inside her, and her nerves seemed to burst, sending spiraling signals of unnatural intrusion racing through her body.
Grimacing against the sensations, she gingerly got up off the chair and turned her back to the players. She turned and placed one knee on the chair and her other foot on the floor next to the chair. When she leaned forward to grab the back of the chair, her buttocks naturally spread, presenting her tight, pink anus to the three people behind her. A piece of ice was in her hand, and she held this behind her, ready to slip it deep inside of her most private passage. Katie paused here. It wasn't that she had never experienced anal intrusion before; a couple of her former boyfriends had used fingers to stimulate her like that before. Though it hadn't been phenomenal by any means, she had found it enticing enough that she had explored her own ass while masturbating on a few occasions. It certainly hadn't been orgasmic for her, but it was enjoyable. But she had never done this in front of people before, and never with something so cold, either.
Christy was becoming impatient and agitated. "Hurry up and do it, or I'll do it myself!" she barked. This brought Katie back from her reverie. She took a deep breath and moved the ice nearer her butt. Her sphincter clenched tighter as the cold radiated from the ice. Shaking slightly, just as much from apprehension about what she was about to do as from the cold and humiliation, the wet ice touched her most private opening. She gasped involuntarily, and her sphincter clenched tighter than ever before. Swallowing hard, she called upon all the strength she kept in hidden reserves and began to rub the ice against her little anus, numbing it, and causing it to loosen slightly. Swallowing again, she began to push the little piece of ice into her rectum.
Her moans and gasps seemed to have an interesting effect on Christy. Her eyes grew wide as the tip of Katie's finger disappeared into her own rectum, pushing the ice deeper. Finally, Katie pulled her finger out, leaving the ice nestled deep with in her, and sagged against the chair, an unreadable expression on her face.
Christy jumped up, walked over to the chair, and picked up her own piece of ice. Her left hand rested firmly on Katie's neck, holding her in place, while other hand began to rub the ice against the blonde girl's anus. Katie whimpered, but didn't make any move to fight Christy off. The ice began to disappear into Katie's rectum slowly, and Christy pushed slowly and steadily, forcing the ice deeper than before. At the first contact of her finger against her victim's anus, she paused, but then licked her lips nervously and pushed more, not stopping again until her dainty finger was buried up to the second knuckle in her friend's ass. Christy slowly turned her finger back and forth, but did not push deeper. Katie surprised them all by suddenly pushing back, grunting as her butt swallowed the rest of the petite redhead's finger.
Christy began to move her finger in and out of Katie's ass, very slowly. The blonde girl had her eyes closed and her mouth open, her expression one of obvious ecstasy. Surely, this penetration was helping to relieve much of her sensual tension. After a couple of minutes of silence, except for the gasps that gradually elevated in both volume and frequency, Katie shuddered and fell forward against the chair. Christy seemed dazed for a moment, her eyes looking glassy, and her breathing shallow. Her face had a pinkish tint to it that was most pleasant.
Mike, however, was still rather anxious about getting on with the card game. "Hey, fire crotch, go wash your hand and then let's finish our game, okay? It's almost to the best part; you know, where I win." He made a shooing gesture with his hands and Christy slowly headed down the hall towards the bathroom.
Mike leaned over to Sharon. He saw the arousal in her eyes, felt it in the way her breathing was ragged and shallow. He kissed her deep, hungrily, their tongues dancing together, intertwining like two lovers in bed. His calloused hands ran gently over her face as they kissed, the backs of his fingers dragging down her neck, barely touching them, and he reveled in the way goose bumps rose up beneath his touch. The kiss was short, but held promise of much more to come.
Katie had turned back around, and was sitting down on the ice again. Her body was mostly numb below the waist, and her head was swimming in a post-orgasmic fog. Vague thoughts flitted through the fog, asking her if she had came more from the anal stimulation or from the humiliating aspects of having her domineering friend finger her ass in front of a couple she had occasionally wished would take advantage of her. She saw Mike and Sharon kiss, and she felt a small twinge of jealousy, but she also found herself wishing that one of them, either of them, would kiss her that way.
When Christy returned, Mike admonished her that they still needed to finish their hand. She promptly folded, and Sharon collected the pot, laughing at Mike for his pair of jacks. He grinned, and shook his head. "It doesn't matter, anyway. What do I care if you take my money, or I if I win it back?" Sharon giggled a little at this, but made a big show of stacking her chips and grinning widely at her lover.
As the cards were being dealt, Mike had Katie clean up the ice, towel, and bag. Then he sent her to the bathroom to run a warm a bath for herself. "Go thaw your ass out," were his exact words.
Sitting alone in the tub, Katie allowed her mind to wander again. The lukewarm water was allowing her numb flesh to finally regain some feeling, and the tingles were painful at first, but gradually became very pleasurable. Her thoughts were filled with pictures of what she must have looked like from behind when she pushing the ice into her ass, and then what Christy's finger looked like as it was swallowed by her pink sphincter. As her pussy began to warm up, she felt the familiar rush of blood and she knew without looking that her clitoris was beginning to show. In her mind's eye, Christy was replaced with Sharon, and her olive-colored finger was a delicious contrast against the pale white and pink skin of her ass.
The low sounds coming from the kitchen wafted through the open door, and Katie began to imagine that Sharon was giggling as she invaded her rectum with a finger. In her imagination, when Sharon had found her in living room, she had pushed Katie forward and began giggling as her finger gently traced her exposed pussy. Then her finger had moved up, teasing her crinkled anus. Katie moaned softly to herself, imagining Sharon's teasing touch at both of her openings, and her hand began to travel low again, mimicking the touch she fantasized about. Her lips were both red and swollen again, and her clit was indeed prominent, peeking out from beneath its hood. Her finger gently touched her clit, but slid lower, tracing the warm and inviting cleft between her lips. She teased herself, imagining that it was Christy--no, now it was Sharon again--touching her, taunting her. Katie knew that she needed that finger inside of her again, but she only teased her open quim, allowing her finger to just barely enter and then withdrew it again, playing with the sensitive nerves just behind the opening.
But she knew that she had to have that again, and her finger strayed lower, running gently along her perineum, and then down to her anus. In her fantasy, she was telling Sharon--or was it Christy? No, Sharon--that she wanted it, needed it. But Sharon just giggled, and tickled her sensitive skin. Finally, she was whispering softly to herself, saying "Sharon, please, please, I need it! Just give it to me! Please, please, just..." and she imagined that she had pushed back against her friend's finger, just as she pushed her own finger into her ass. She groaned as she did this, and then began to turn her finger so very slowly, just as Christy had done. But she imagined that this was Sharon, now, and that she was giggling at her friend's wantonness. And she turned and stroked her finger in and out of her rectum, knowing that she could have that release again, needing it now more than before. Her mouth moved soundlessly, her eyes clenched tightly shut, her whole being now being focused on the warm finger invading her ass. And she came, shuddering in the bathtub with her finger inside of her, gasping and grinding her butt down against her finger, muttering "Sharon! Sharon, it feels so good..."
As she withdrew her finger, and shook her head, her eyes opened. Sharon stood over her with a towel. "Enjoying yourself?" she asked, her eyes and voice smoky with arousal. Yet her face wore a most pleasant expression of amusement, and even in the smoky veil of arousal that covered her eyes, there were the sparkles of enjoyment that come from a game well played.
Turning crimson at being caught again, Katie merely nodded. She grasped the sides of the tub to stand up, but her legs were still weak. Sharon kneeled down to help her, and their lips found each other for but a moment. That one little kiss was electrifying, but brief, and Sharon wrapped her arms around the blonde girl and lifted her up. Katie was a little unsteady on her feet, but Sharon wasted no time in wrapping the towel around her and helping her out of the tub. The Mexican beauty dried her friend quickly, efficiently, working the fluffy towel down her body and legs, lifting each foot in turn to dry it. While doing so, her face was next to the neatly trimmed blonde bush of her friend, and the unmistakable scent of arousal was thick. Sharon kissed one of Katie's thighs, and then turned to grab a brush.
"Come back into the kitchen, and brush your hair. We're almost done," she said, her eyes sparkling. She turned, and walked back down the hall, her hips swaying seductively. Katie followed, firmly grasping the hairbrush in one hand and holding the towel securely around her with the other. When she sat down in the kitchen, she allowed the towel to fall open, exposing her glowing body again, and began to brush her hair.
Sharon leaned over to whisper to Mike. He made a gesture of approval and turned to grin at Katie. Then he was all business again, focusing on the cards in front of him.
Christy really seemed to be sweating now. Katie noticed with a certain amount of satisfaction that her pile of chips was much reduced now, and Mike seemed to have won the last hand. When he saw her looking at him, he gestured to his poorly stacked chips and nodded smugly. His attention went back to Christy very quickly, and with good reason: she was looking distinctly nervous. His eyes became hard, and his mouth set into a grim line. Even Sharon looked uncharacteristically harsh and determined. Her eyes flickered between Mike and Christy, but she still gave Katie a melting smile full of affection. Her tongue snaked out briefly to touch her top lip, and that sensual gesture brought Katie's heart rate up, and she felt her nipples harden again.
There was no doubt that Christy was going to lose at this point. Mike and Sharon both opened with massive bids, surely designed to cow Christy into submission. Sharon's comments certainly sealed the deal: "Mike, maybe we better be easy. Christy doesn't have many chips left, and I don't think she's as good as we are."
Christy almost shrieked at that. "I'm better than either of you! And don't think that I can't win this hand and take all of those chips you just threw down!" With that, she pushed in all of her chips, and glared defiantly around the room.
Mike sighed heavily, and went to match her bet. "Fine. We'll just see what you've got." Sharon laughed again, but it was a cold, cruel laugh that made Katie shudder. She had only heard that laugh once, and that had been when Sharon related the tale of what befell Cassandra at the convenience store that Mike had worked at briefly. She knew now that Mike and Sharon had deliberately set out to teach Christy a lesson, probably for the way she had treated Katie. Mike, of course, didn't like people horning in on his territory, and he probably felt that Christy was trying to do just that. And she had been rather rude to him all evening, something he didn't allow. Sharon was defensive and possessive of her friends, her home, and especially of her man. Christy had blindly allowed her defiant attitude to be manipulated by them, and now she was going to pay.
Sharon counted out the requisite chips from her neat stacks and pushed them into the middle of the table. "All right, show us what you got." She grinned a very self-assured grin, and then winked at Katie, giggling the whole time. This, of course, is what made it so easy for her to manipulate people: she was very disarming, presenting the appearance of simplicity, when she was actually very intelligent, and quite the social engineer. All of her friends knew that, and took pains not to call out the inner demon they all knew was waiting just below the surface. This inner demon, however, was exactly why Mike loved her so much. It was the perfect compliment to his very obvious evil appearance and attitude. He glorified in all things dark and foreboding, and Sharon harbored a penchant for these things as well, just not in such an overt manner as her lover.
At this, Christy wilted. She realized now that she had been goaded into a poor decision. Her defiant nature had been so important to the limited success she had had in her life, but now it was being usurped to punish her. She laid down her cards, a pair of aces, and sat fuming in a resigned silence.
Mike considered her cards carefully before laying down his own. His trio of tens barely eclipsed her cards, but it was enough. He had learned to make do with getting by, even if it wasn't always dramatic.
Sharon followed, laughing loudly as she lay down three jacks. At this Mike laughed equally hard, and congratulated his lover on her playing skills. Gesturing to Christy, he spoke to Sharon. "You're prize awaits you, my love."
That evil smile again appeared on Sharon's face, but she said "Our prize awaits, baby. You played very well, and I think you need a reward, too." She smiled up at him, and pointed to Katie. "I'll keep her for myself, but you can play with the other one, too."
Christy's head snapped up. "Aren't you going to keep playing? To see who gets to have all three of us?" she demanded. Mike and Sharon both laughed at this.
"Why should I? I get Sharon every night, regardless. And we both have enough money to pay the pot. Do you?" Sharon laughed again, but this wasn't a nice laugh or the girlish giggle she had sported all night.
Christy shook her head.
"Well, then, I see that this is going to be a night to remember," Mike said, his voice a low rumble. He popped his knuckles. Looking at Sharon, he spoke again. "Looks like we have someone else to test the Pilum Mk I on, honey. Who gets to use it first?"
Sharon grinned maliciously at Christy. "I have some special things planned for Katie. Let's get Christy in there and have some fun!" Mike nodded and went into the living room. Sharon motioned for Katie to follow him, and so she did.
After the two had left the kitchen, Sharon stood up and walked over to Christy. The little redhead no longer looked self-assured and defiant; rather, she seemed even smaller than before, and even scared. "Stand up," Sharon said, her voice full of authority. When Christy didn't comply, Sharon grabbed her arm and pulled her up, forcing her to stand on her feet. "Go into the living room. And when we get in there, you are going to strip off all of Katie's clothes and show us your flat little body. And then we are going to have some fun teaching you to not be such a bitch." Christy looked up into Sharon's eyes and saw what could only be hate. Now truly frightened, she turned to walk into the living room. Sharon swatted her forcefully on the ass repeatedly as they walked into the living room.
Sharon steered her into the middle of the living room. "Now strip, bitch," she ordered her charge through gritted teeth. Mike leered at her from where he stood next to something large that was draped in a thick, red blanket. Katie sat on the couch, breathing hard as she watched Sharon dominate her little redhead friend.
Christy was not used to taking orders. She usually gave them, and defiantly refused to bow to anyone. Yet, here she was, being trotted out as amusement for two people she had just met tonight. She stood still for some time, but Mike pressed a button on a remote in his hand, and the music that came blaring out of the stereo made her jump. Behemoth seems to have that affect on some people.
Sharon smacked her captive hard on the ass before grabbing her hair. "Take off the clothes now." The words were delivered with such force that the hair pulling wasn't really necessary, but it certainly underscored the implied menace. Christy began pulling off the clothes she was wearing. They were too large for her, anyway, so it didn't take much effort before she was down to her bra and panties. Sharon, however, was not impressed by the obvious hesitation, and had Katie grab Christy's arms and hold her still. She disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a pair of scissors. Carefully, she slid the blades between Christy's skin and her bra strap, cutting the shoulder strap loose before moving to the other side. Lacking support, the bra cups fell forward, revealing two very well formed and pretty A-cup breasts. One more snip of the scissors, and the remains of the bra fell to the floor.
Christy squeezed her thighs together as Sharon cut her panties, one cut on each side. The tattered garment was still trapped between her legs, so Sharon grabbed material dangling in front of Christy's crotch and yanked, drawing the ruined panties between the redhead's legs and painfully up through her labia. After this, Katie was sent to sit on the couch again.
Sharon grabbed Christy's hair again and used her foot to push the backs of her knees, forcing her down onto her knees. "You think its amusing to make people crawl? Well, crawl, and see how much you like it," Sharon ordered her, pointing to the couch where Katie was sitting. At first she refused, but Sharon began to drag her over by her hair, and Christy complied. Sharon guided the smaller woman over to the couch and between Katie's legs. Here, Christy was made to kneel.
"I got tired of seeing you treat Katie like shit. Katie is my friend, and yeah, she lost, but that doesn't mean you get to treat her like shit. So now, you're going to make up for that." Sharon grinned maliciously down at the naked, cowering redhead. "You know, you try so hard to act like you're in charge and that you're all big and tough and all that, but you aren't. Do you understand that? You're not the hottest piece of ass I've seen around. You aren't special. You're nothing but a fucking bitch who needs to be taught a lesson."
Mike interjected. "And, damn, are you going to get a lesson!" He grinned a lop-sided grin that would've been endearing in just about any other situation. Sharon laughed again before turning back to Christy.
Christy had never been with another girl. True, she had thought about it occasionally, and had even kissed a few other women, usually when she was drunk. But being on her knees, eye level with another woman's crotch, she decided that if she ever had sex with another woman, it would have to be on her terms. She refused to have her first lesbian experience foisted on her by someone else simply for their amusement.
Katie, similarly, had limited experience with other women, but had fantasized about Sharon before, and had even had a few stray thoughts about Christy. However, she wasn't very comfortable with this arrangement. For one, she wanted to be alone with Sharon, and not have Mike hovering around. True, she had fantasized about Mike as well, but the thought of being dominated by a couple seemed overwhelming, and Katie wasn't very keen on that for her first experience.
Sharon, for her part, just seemed to be enjoying tormenting them both, forcing Christy to stare into Katie's very wet pussy. She nudged the redhead's face towards the blonde's open lips, and smiled knowingly when she encountered resistance. Finally, she spoke. "Christy," she taunted in a sing-song voice, "I want you to apologize to Katie. And if you don't," her voice grew menacing again, "I'll stuff your face into her pussy and make you lick her until she cums on your face. Again and again and again." Her hand had begun pushing Christy's face nearer and nearer to Katie's pussy, but now the pressure was relaxed again. Sweetly, Sharon asked "Now, what do you say?"
Christy swallowed hard. Sharon again pushed the back of her head, forcing her face steadily closer to Katie's crotch. Christy tried to turn her head, but Sharon had her fingers curled tightly in her hair. As her cute little face mover closer and closer to the wetness between Katie's legs, Christy finally began to shout. "I'm sorry, Katie! I'm sorry!" Sharon relaxed the pressure somewhat. Then she asked "Sorry for what?"
Christy didn't say anything for a moment, and Sharon began to push again. "I'm sorry for treating you bad!" she shouted, her voice almost breaking as she held back tears. Sharon stopped for a second, then began pushing again. Christy was visibly almost in tears now. She shouted again "I'm sorry for treating you like shit!"
Sharon relaxed her grip, and allowed Christy to pull her head back. The Hispanic woman smiled and said comfortingly, "There, now that wasn't so bad, now was it?" Christy didn't answer.
Sharon spoke to Katie. "Sit right there and watch. And in a little while, you and I will go play. Okay?" She smiled down at the naked blonde splayed on her couch. Katie nodded, seeing the hungry look in Sharon's eyes. She knew that her friend would be nice to her, especially after venting much of her anger on Christy. She also knew that Sharon could be very sweet when she wanted to be, and she didn't doubt that their play would be much more tender than what awaited Christy.
Christy was turned very rudely to face Mike. He was still standing next to whatever was hidden under that blanket, but the item had moved to a more prominent position in the room. Whatever it was, it was slightly taller than Mike, and about as wide as a typical entertainment center. There appeared to be two high points on either side that stood taller than the middle section Two large, rounded plates showed underneath the blanket, and they looked rather like large lamp bases. Seeing that he had Christy's full attention, Mike smiled broadly and whipped the blanket off dramatically.
"I give you the Pilum Mk I!" he proudly proclaimed. And there, standing before them all, was a large stock, supported on either side by a large screw-jack. The jacks were taller than Mike, topping out a just over six feet, and were little more than large poles, about three inches in diameter, that were threaded, like screws. The bottom of the stock itself was firmly attached to a large collar on either side which encircled the poles. Mike stepped forward and lifted the top half of the stock off.
Christy gaped at the contraption. It looked absolutely horrid in her eyes! The large, obviously heavy bases were wide, preventing the whole thing from toppling over. The stock itself was burnished wood, and what appeared to be leather padding was fixed in each of the three holes, two smaller ones for hands and one larger one for a neck, by large rivets. It did not look inviting. The dull black of the jacks was muted further by grease on the threads, and the brightly gleaming bases stood in stark contrast to the metal rising out of them. The wood seemed inappropriate with the metal, but the bright sheen of the stained and polished wood seemed akin to the shiny metal bases. The large, gold-colored rivets holding the black leather in place certainly matched.
"A bit less than artistic, I know," said Mike, "but this is just the proto-type. I'm still debating if maybe I should machine the stock out of aluminum or something to maintain the visual aesthetic." He lowered his head, his hand playing with his goatee for a moment. Suddenly, he brightened again. "But time enough for details later. Right now, I need to test it and be sure it is going to perform as desired." He grinned at Christy again, his chilling expression raising the hair on her neck. "I'm sure you will."
Sharon began to maneuver Christy towards the awful contraption. The smaller redhead tried to resist, but Sharon was a large woman, and could handle herself well when things got physical. Soon, Christy was in place, her wrists restrained in the outer holes of the stock, while her head protruded through the central hole. She was standing slightly hunched over, as the stock was rather high. That soon changed, however.
Mike stepped in front of Christy, looking her in the eye. "I've made several different types of stocks, all of them leading up to this one. Usually, they're more traditional, being made entirely of wood. However, for this one, I had to use some rather expensive mechanical parts. Do try not to damage them; this is the only operational model I've got at the moment." He held his hand up, and she could see that he held a control box of some sort in his hand that was attached to one of the bases with a long electrical cord. He pressed a button, and a whirring, almost buzzing sound, preceded the movement of the stock. Startled, Christy looked around, and saw that the poles were rotating, and the stock was moving down steadily. Soon, she was bent at the waist. Mike released the button on the controller.
Katie watched this from the couch. Sharon stood close by, obviously enjoying the sight. Christy was facing away from them, affording the two women a nice view of her ass and pussy from behind. Her breasts were too small to actually dangle, but not for lack of trying. Between her thighs, a reddish patch of thin pubic hair was just visible. Further along, her small breasts were hanging, her nipples pointing resolutely downward. Past that, the picture was interrupted by the polished wood of the stock.
Mike looked up over the trapped woman in front of him and at Sharon. His lover pointed down, and he obliged, causing the stock to lower itself more. When he again stopped, Christy was on her knees, kneeling in front of the stock. Sharon held one thumb up to show her approval. She then disappeared down the hall for a moment.
Christy looked up at Mike as best she could. "I didn't agree to this," she said, barely loud enough to be heard. Mike looked down at her for a moment, his face devoid of all emotion. "True, but neither did Katie. And she played along despite your ridiculous requests."
Christy spoke again. "But all she had to do was say no." Mike looked down at her, his face looking mildly interested. "You haven't said no."
Before either one of them could say anything further, Sharon returned, lugging a large suitcase. She laid this down near the base of the stock before opening it, keeping the contents hidden from Christy. Katie, however, got up off the couch to see what was in it. Looking over Sharon's shoulder, she saw an assortment of things, several of which she had never seen before.
There were several coils of rope of varying diameters and fibers, a pair of handcuffs, a ridiculous number of chains and locks, and a few different collars. Katie did recognize two dildos of different sizes, one mid-sized and the other a little bigger than she would care to try. And she did recognize the butt plugs, though she had never seen one in real life. There were three of them in graduating sizes. One was fairly small, the second medium, and the third was once again a bit larger than she would care to try. The purpose of the graduated beads on the latex chain, however, eluded her. Two different lubricants were in the suitcase, as was a ball gag and two different bars with straps and buckles on the end. There was also a leather wrist cuff with clasps and D-rings on it, and what could only by a blindfold. The collection was rounded it with a collection of strips of some gray material, a small bag of latex gloves, two leashes, and an egg timer. Katie noticed that there were no keys to any of the locks in the suitcase.
Sharon spoke first to Katie. "Katie, please go sit down. I'm going to busy for a little bit, but when I'm done, we'll go play in the back room. Okay?" Katie nodded before returning to her seat on the couch. The lovely Hispanic woman then walked around the stock and spoke to Christy. "I'm going to have some fun with you first, and then I'm going to let Mike have a turn." She grinned broadly down at the back of Christy's head. "Mike has a tendency to be a bit...anal about things. I hope you like that."
