======== This is a story for the entertainment of adults only. Don't go calling me a dirty pervert just because you read (MFF, Rape, B&D, Anal) and thought you were getting a Disney movie. If you are under 18, or if any subjects implied by the header offend you, well, they're all in here, I promise, so you'd better stop reading, right now. To Please Their Lord by Dracthyus It is the era of Victoria. Lisa and Cathy's mutual friend, Lord Breshly, has invited them for a round of debauchery at his mansion on the outskirts of London. Lisa and Cathy are dear friends who have been involved in a vicious game of one-upmanship towards Scott for some time, and each has contrived a little scheme with the Lord, each unbeknownst to the other. They consider the plans they have made carefully as they ride in their private coach towards the mansion. Cathy believes that once the conjugal bed of the weekend is reached, she and Scott would force Lisa to her back, tie her down tightly, spread-eagled, and Cathy would force Lisa to pleasure her with her mouth as she watched Scott brutalize her on the bed. Lisa knows of this scheme, however, and has comprised a variation, which Scott had agreed to. Cathy would learn of it, of course... only too late! The Lord's butler greets them at the door, explaining that Lord Breshly is busy with a cabinet minister at the moment, and would be along shortly. He meets them when their dinner is half over, throwing his great coat aside and seating himself without asking their leave. Even though it is his house, there ARE ladies present, after all! But then, that is the roguish charm that has captured both of their hearts, and their loins as well. He regales them with his clever tales of political intrigue that he is so famous for, and concludes the meal with an excellent French Cognac. Most men would have imposed pipe-smoke on their guests, but Lord Breshly had always found the stuff deplorable. Rather, he continued to tell his witty stories, becoming, by the tiniest increments, more ribald and lurid. His tales of the chamber maids of 10 Downing street raised their temperatures, and brought a blush to their cheeks; not a blush of embarrassment, but rather that indication that the blood was quickening, the heart was racing, and the mind ready to surrender to the passion of the body. Quietly, the Lord dismisses his servants for the evening, bidding that they remain in the east wing of the mansion. Then, one arm around either of their shoulders, he guides them to his room in the uppermost floor of the west wing, his voice dropping and his stories becoming open advances. He privately exchanged conspirational glances with each of the women, but Lisa knew that the one for her was the only genuine one. Once in his sanctum, he dismissed himself to change his clothing, allowing the ladies to make themselves "more comfortable." Each had dressed in an undergarment of scandalous nature... Cathy's black, Lisa's white. As they removed their outer clothes, they gazed with mutual admiration at each other's bodies... Cathy admiring Lisa's full figure, Lisa admiring Cathy's willow slimness. Lord Breshly re-entered the room clad in his oriental silk robe embroidered with dragons, and naught else. The three sat on the edge of the bed, Lisa in the middle, as had been planned. Cathy stroked her neck gently as Scott kissed her lips softly, until Lisa's eyes closed in passion... the passion was very genuine, but the closing of her eyes was part of her very carefully orchestrated plan. Scott's hand deftly took the place of Cathy's at stroking Lisa's alabaster throat, and Cathy gently lifted herself off of the bed and stole to the cabinet next to the door. Casting a glance back to see Lisa still enthralled by the skilled lips of Lord Breshly, she stealthily opened the cabinet and drew from it four lengths of silken rope, which she had prearranged with Lord Breshly to leave there. Quietly, with the utmost of care, she slipped up behind Lisa, and caught the Lord's eye. At her nod, he threw his weight upon Lisa, catching her by surprise (so Cathy thought!) and forcing her flat onto the bed. Cathy threw both of her arms to the task of wrestling Lisa's right wrist to the uppermost right bedpost, and once there, she tied it tightly with one of the lengths of rope. Lisa struggled (but not too much) and cried out in alarm, but to no avail. The Lord took one of the lengths of rope from Cathy and secured Lisa's other wrist. The two conspirators looked down at their victim (or so one of them thought!), and chuckled to themselves. Lisa, knowing what was to come for her would-be tormentor, Cathy, was hard pressed to maintain the illusion of one concerned. But, as she was an excellent actress, she maintained the appearance of a betrayed woman, bound helpless by two villains. Cathy and Scott slowly removed the fastenings from her shoulders, and peeled the scandalous negligee from Lisa's helpless body. Once it had cleared her feet, Cathy threw herself to the task of binding Lisa's right ankle to the lowermost right bedpost, and Scott bound her left ankle just as tightly. "Now you will please me," said Cathy, as she walked to the foot of the bed. "And as you please me, I will watch my Lord Breshly ravish you to insensibility!" The bitchy wench placed her hands saucily on her hips and swayed them back and forth, as she knelt on the foot of the bed, between Lisa's wide-spread feet. Lisa fought not to look at Scott as he pulled a length of rope from his own pocket, and walked behind Cathy. As Cathy stuck her tongue out at her rival for a portion of Scott's affections, Scott grabbed her wrists roughly from behind her, causing her to cry out in surprise. With practiced ease, Scott bound her wrists securely behind her, binding them tightly, just loose enough not to cut off her circulation, but guaranteeing her bondage! Cathy glanced about, trying to discern the purpose for this break in her carefully orchestrated plan, when she saw the broad smile on Lisa's face. "Witch!" cried Cathy. She struggled, to no avail. Scott quickly spread Cathy's legs wide as she knelt between Lisa's ankles, and bound Cathy's knees to opposite bedposts. Cathy snarled, continuing to hurl epithets at her rival. "Slut! Whore! Bitch! You've suckled the cocks of street dogs, you witch!" "Such disagreeable poetry!" said Lisa, as she gazed, bound, upon her would-be tormentress. "If only we had some gag for that villiferous mouth of hers," mused the Lord. "Oh, but I have a gag!" said Lisa, as she gyrated her hips, thrusting her pussy upward. "And she is in just the right position to be gagged by it!" "So she is! How clever, my dear!" "What? No! No, you bastard!" Cathy screeched, as Scott's strong hand grasped her by the back of her head and forced her to bend forward. She struggled, but in her kneeling position, she had no leverage, so her struggles did nothing but excite her tormentors. As Scott pressed her face against Lisa's wide-spread snatch, she clamped her lips shut, denying Lisa the warm wetness of her mouth and tongue. This bothered Lisa very little. Once Cathy's face was pressed into her pussy, Scott, still holding Cathy by the back of her head, began to rotate her head gently, up and down, back and forth, rubbing Cathy's nose and tightly pursed lips over Lisa's vulva and clitoris. With his free hand, he pulled forth more rope from his robe pocket, and bound Cathy's upper arms firmly to Lisa's thighs, trapping Cathy's upper body and head in their humiliating position, between the helpless Lisa's wide-spread thighs. Lisa's hips began to wiggle, to sway, eventually to churn. The heat of her passion moistened her cunt, and Cathy, resigned to her fate, began to open her mouth, little by little, at first placing very small, delicate kisses on Lisa's outer pussy lips, then larger open-mouthed kisses directly on her cleft, and eventually, the soft, wet velvet of her pink tongue caressed Lisa's clitoris, flicking it by the tip and stroking it for the whole length of the tongue. Scott released Cathy's head, knowing that even if she wished, she could not rise from her bound position of subservience; knees spread wide, ass sticking up high into the air, breasts pressed flat against the bed sheet, and face pressed against Lisa's hot, wet snatch. Dropping his robe, the Lord Breshly moved to the head of the bed, and grasped Lisa roughly by the hair. Lisa smiled as she moaned in passion... Cathy's torment had not yet even begun! She played at struggling as Scott brought the tip of his cock to her lips, but gladly opened her mouth and accepted his manhood into it, sliding her tongue along its underside and wrapping her tight lips around it. His fingers twined into her hair, and pulled her head hard against his stomach, choking her with his massive cock. She moaned as best she could, slightly fearful that in his passion, the rape of her mouth might choke her to death! But the heat of fear mingled with the heat of lust, and created an unparalleled aphrodisiac. He gazed down at her open, upturned eyes, and whispered "Make it slick. It must be well oiled for the job ahead." So, he WAS going to do as Lisa had asked! She closed her eyes and bobbed her head back and forth, slathering the cock with her saliva, sucking and licking with a passion never before felt. Her cheeks dented inward with the sheer force of suction she applied, as she pulled the whole length of his cock into her mouth again and again, feeling it press down her throat with each thrust. She moaned, and whimpered, her voice making protests with no words... she knew her Lord was excited by his forced conquests, and she wanted his cock as long and hard and wide as it could be... she wanted to turn it into a weapon, a sword to be plunged to the depths of her opponent! Roughly, he pulled her head away, his huge cock bouncing with the force of his pulse. It glistened wetly in the torch light, dripping with her slick spit. Terrible purpose was etched in his eyes, as he walked back towards the foot of the bed. Cathy had watched this interplay with fear in her eyes, the while her mouth was working away at Lisa's clitoris. Her eyes followed Scott as he walked around behind her, fear and apprehension growing in her face. She moaned a question into Lisa's cunt, but the answer would come in action, not words. Cathy jerked as Scott tore the bottom of her negligee out, and she started to shiver, more from fear than the sudden cold draft against her bare bottom. She started to shake her head in protest, fearing dreadfully what was to come, but the motion did nothing except to excite Lisa with the new movements against her pussy. She began to moan, to whimper, to shed tears of fear. Lisa looked down into her eyes and smiled a wide, gloating smile. Scott braced himself behind Cathy, and looked down at her upturned ass. Lisa caught the smile of a maniac as he gently reached down and spread her Lilly-white asscheeks wide, exposing the fullness of her pussy and asshole. Cathy rocked back and forth, from one knee to the other, the only action she could take against him in her bound condition. She was screaming into Lisa's crotch now, in terror. Lisa had a momentary second thought, but then considered what Cathy had had in store for her, and lost all qualms. In fact, she ground her pussy against Cathy's mouth even harder, silencing her. Scott brought the tip of his turgid, slippery cock to Cathy's helpless asshole, and slowly started to force it in. If Cathy's reaction to the prospect of this act had been fear before, now it was unadulterated terror. Scott obviously reveled in the sounds she made with her face pressed tight into Lisa's wide-spread snatch, and Lisa had one of many orgasms from the sound alone. And that was just the first contact of cock to anus! Lisa settled back, still bound, but very much in control of her rival, to await the actual penetration. Scott steadied Cathy's rocking ass with a heavy hand, and with the other, he held the tip of his cock firmly against Cathy's anal opening, and he began to lean forward, pressing with all of his weight and the strength of his magnificent legs. Cathy clenched her rectum tight, locking her teeth into a rictus of muscle contraction, but it was no use. The strength of Scott's thrust was not to be denied, and his penis forced slowly into her tight, hot asshole. Cathy's scream through clenched teeth caused Lisa to scream with her orgasm, and the juices from her pussy drenched Cathy's face. Scott still slowly rammed his raping cock deeper and deeper into Cathy's shithole, tearing a long, loud scream from the impaled bitch. Lisa ground her pussy up into Cathy's bared teeth and lips, helpless to do anything else and loving it. Scott was a master of control over his own body... it took him five solid minutes to complete that first penetration, five minutes of intense, excruciating agony for Cathy and five minutes of ecstatic lustful pleasure for Lisa. After that five minutes, Scott paused, his balls slapping against Cathy's peach-furred pussy, his cock buried to the hilt in her tight, virgin rectum. He stood there, reveling in the tightness and heat of her ass, as she slowly adjusted to the presence of his cock. In a moment, the pain was bearable, and all she could do was to continue to lick Lisa's pussy. As soon as Lord Breshly realized she had begun to become accustomed to his cock, he yanked it half-way out, and rammed it back in again in one painful motion. The scream was not as loud or as long, but it redoubled as he did it again. Shortly, he was pumping his cock in and out of her asshole, ramming it with the full strength of his back and legs, putting all of the force at his command into the act of sodomizing Cathy. Her repeated loud screams turned into one long, low moan of total agony, which sent Lisa into an intense orgasm that lasted just as long. The sound of his loins slapping into her ass cheeks filled the room like thunderclaps, and he ground his teeth together and bent the entire force of his will to completing the rape. The tight ring of her anus squeezed his cock deliciously on entering, and on his outstroke, it bulged outward slightly, as though unwilling to let the raping cock leave. He stared down at it... at his cock vanishing into that puckered hole, at Cathy's slim, alabaster ass taking his repeated thrusts, at the length of her back clad in black lace and silk, at the mass of tangled red hair that bobbed up and down between Lisa's legs. His eyes continued upward, seeing Lisa's white belly pulsing with her breath, her huge breasts bouncing back and forth as the shock of his thrusts were transmitted through Cathy's bound body directly to Lisa's twat, and at the look of total abandonment on Lisa's face. Lisa looked up, locked eyes with him, and licked her lower lip with the tip of her tongue. That was all it took. With a primal groan of passion, Scott rammed his cock to the hilt in Cathy's sore, helpless asshole, and spilled rope after rope of thick, gooey sperm up her very bowels. Lisa matched his groan with a scream, and Cathy, to her own surprise, screamed in the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. Lord Breshly withdrew, after a time, and rinsed himself off at the basin. Returning to the bed, and sitting on the edge, he reached out two hands, to stroke the hair of both beautiful women. "Now, then," he said, his cock starting to rise once again, "what shall I do to you next?" The End "YOU try fighting Cthulu, Dillhole! He'll kick your ass, THEN he'll redecorate!" --Beavis ======== This is yet another story for the entertainment of adults. If you are under 18, seek therapy. If you are offended by graphic depiction of sexual acts of all sorts, you are in the wrong newsgroup. If you flame people who post stories like this... you're very funny. To Please Their Lord II; The Revenge by Dracthyus Several weeks later, Lord Breshly invited his two lovlies back to the mansion. Lisa, assured that she had captured the top position in Lord Breshly's affections by her willing assistance in the rape of Cathy's virgin anus, comported herself with an aire of superiority. She knew who was who in this triangle, and where the affections lay. What she had not counted on, however, was Cathy's persuasiveness in private moments. Cathy had gone to him the next night, and offered herself to him, totally and completely, on the condition that the next time the three met, it would be Cathy who took control, and Lisa who suffered under Scott's hands and cock. Since she made the offer in the scant moments when her mouth was not filled by his penis, it was, of course, accepted. Again, they each had their dreamy smiles as their coach approached the mansion, but this time, it was Cathy who forced herself to keep the evil glint from her eye. Again, Lord Breshly was late for supper, having important business with an ambassador. He joined them loudly, and in a foul mood, his dealings having gone somewhat sour. Cathy made sympathetic noises, but smiled inwardly.... his temper would feed the force of his passion tonight, and Lisa would be its focus! The supper was excellent, though, so in all outward appearances, Lord Breshly had regained his world-famous composure by desert. Over cognac, he told mildly ribald tales of the arabs and their proliclivities, and slowly became increasingly lurid. It was a style of story telling both women loved with a passion, for Scott's voice alone could dampen them between their legs, and his wit and gift with words could melt their hearts into boiling pits of fire in their bellies. When he stood and suggested retiring for the night, they were ready, wanting him with all of the passion in them. Again, he dismissed the servants to their quarters in the east wing, and taking one woman's arm in each hand, he led them, gently, to his sanctum, his low voice whispering of delights to come, sending shivers down their spines. Again he left them in the sanctum while he went to change into his oriental silk robe, and they disrobed down to their french lingerie, again admiring each other's bodies, but only Cathy knowing, for a fact, that Lisa's body would be her personal plaything before the night was through. When Lord Breshly returned to the room, he complimented both women on their choice of lingerie, and invited them to join him on the bed. There was a quick conspirational wink for Cathy as Lisa bent over to remove her last slipper, and then the three of them were on the bed, their hands roaming over each other's bodies, their lips and tongues meeting in frenzied kisses. Then, Scott took one of Lisa's wrists in his strong hand, and pushed it up, against the headboard, near the post of the bed. He glanced over at Cathy, and nodded... it was time for the evening's betrayal and rape! Smiling, Lisa allowed herself to be pushed back onto the bed, knowing that Scott would most likely position Cathy's lascivious mouth between her thighs again, and perhaps force Cathy to suffer more indignities over her own helpless body. She was not in the least worried when Scott and Cathy bound her wrists to the headboard, and stripped her naked. Then, however, she saw the looks between Scott and Cathy, and began to struggle. Cathy laughed at her as she tied down Lisa's left ankle, and Scott merely chuckled as he tied down her right. Lisa suddenly realized that the rules had changed, and not in her favor. Cathy walked a slow semi-circle around the bed, her slim hips swaying seductively. Lisa pulled hard on the ropes binding her down, knowing that Cathy's torments a few weeks before would make her own seem pale in comparison. "My Lord," said Cathy, "Our friend does not seem enticed by this evening's plan." Scott walked to the cabinet by the door, and opened it. Lisa had never looked into the cabinet before, but she knew by rumor that Lord Breshly left various... items... in it, items for use when his moods were dark. Like now. "Please," said Lisa, "Scott... Lord, I'll do anything you ask! Anything!" Cathy sat on the bed to Lisa's side and slowly stroked a fingernail up and down Lisa's belly. "Oh, but he already has someone to do anything for him. Don't you, my Lord?" "For now," said Scott, as he drew forth an instrument case. "Why don't you get Lisa ready for... these?" Lisa could not see what Scott was talking about, but she did not like the smile on Cathy's face. "Cathy... I'm sorry... I didn't..." "Oh, that's all right, Lisa!" said Cathy. "Here, let me show you there's no hard feelings, all right?" Lisa shuddered as Cathy bent her head down, allowing her long red hair to dangle onto Lisa's stomach. Slowly, Cathy brought her mouth to Lisa's right nipple, and sucked it into her mouth. "Mmmmmmm," moaned Cathy, as her tongue flicked the end of the nipple. Cathy's hands gathered up the abundant meat of Lisa's breast, and squeezed it upward, bringing more of it into Cathy's hot, wet mouth. Lisa moaned and lay her head back, her eyes closing from the pleasure. Maybe, just maybe, there was no trap here, and Cathy was just trying to please her. Slowly, Cathy released the breast from her hungry mouth, her tongue teasing the blood-gorged nipple the whole time. "Oh, now you're excited," she hummed, as she stepped back, away from the bed. Lisa looked up just in time to see Scott hovering over her, holding a small clamp in his hand. "What are you doing? What is that for?" asked Lisa, panic growing in her voice. Scott said nothing, he merely fit the clamp around her erect nipple, and started to twist it closed. "Oh, no! NO! Please, you'll kill me!" "Oh, not yet. The evening is young," he said, as he continued to twist the clamp. It bit down hard on Lisa's nipple, crushing it mercilessly, causing Lisa to scream out her pain. "Oh, it's not so bad yet, is it?" asked Cathy, from her other side. Lisa turned her head towards Cathy, her eyes filling with tears. "Please, Cathy, make him stop! I'll do anything! I'll give you anything!" "Oh, but Lisa," smurmed Cathy, "I just want you, my dear." She knelt beside Lisa and took Lisa's other nipple into her mouth, suckling and licking it. Lisa knew there was another clamp in Scott's case, waiting for that nipple to become erect, but she had no control over her body's natural reaction to Cathy's hot tongue and wet mouth. All the while, Cathy ran her fingertips in soft, gentle circles up and down Lisa's smooth stomach, sending delicious shivers of pleasure up her body. Cathy's mouth slowly left her nipple, her hands still stroking Lisa's body, and Lisa clenched her eyes shut, trying to disbelieve what was about to happen to her. To no avail... the clamp bit into her left nipple moments later, tightening until the blood-gorged morsel of flesh felt like it would surely burst. She screamed again, longer this time, because every move her torso made caused both of her nipples to erupt with pain all over again. "Take them off, please! Oh, God, they hurt!" "Oh, Lisa?" Lisa looked down to where Cathy had spoken, from between her legs. "If you think those hurt, just wait for this one." Saying this, Cathy ran her tongue up Lisa's twat in one long motion, working it between her outer lips, and going straight for her clit. "Oh, for the love of God, Cathy, not that! Don't let him put one there!" Cathy merely chuckled in her bitchy little way, and continued to go down on her, licking her pussy with relish. Scott stood back, watching, his cock growing ever stiffer. "But Lisa," said Cathy, between slurps, "you loved it so much when I licked you here before." She chuckled her bitchy little chuckle again, and teased Lisa's clit out with her tongue, and sucked it into her mouth. "Mmmmmm," she moaned again, as her tongue teased the very tip of Lisa's clit. "Oh, Lisa," she said, as she released Lisa's clitoris from her mouth, "it's so ready. Isn't it, my Lord?" "No," said Lisa, as Scott knelt over her pussy, clamp in hand. "NO! AAAAAAA! STOP! PLEASE, STOP!" Scott continued to tighten the clamp, crushing Lisa's horribly sensitive love nub. Lisa's scream drew pain from her pussy as well as her nipples now, causing a triangle of agony over the front of her body. Cathy then went to the cabinet herself, her ass swaying sassily as she walked. "Shall I prepare her for the next step, my Lord?" Scott sat back in an armchair next to the bed, and smiled. "As you wish, my dear." Lisa slowed her breathing. If she didn't move, the pain was just bearable. Maybe, just maybe, she would get through this without any more pain. Then she saw what Cathy had retrieved from the closet. It looked like part of a broom handle... no, it was thicker than that. Perhaps it was the rounded end of a shovel's handle? Two feet long, with the last six inches wrapped like a knife hilt. And Lisa had a terrible feeling she knew what, and where, it was for. "Did you like it, when I had my face buried between your legs?" asked Cathy, as she moved to the bed, and crawled onto it. "Did you get off, watching me take Scott's cock up my ass?" Lisa couldn't take her eyes off of the long, thick stick that Cathy held; she fought to control her breathing, to keep down the pain from the clamps. Cathy started playing the end of the stick around in Lisa's cleft, nudging the clit clamp with it and drawing a spasm of pain from her. She put the first half-inch or so of the stick into Lisa's wet, sticky cunt hole, and rotated it around. "It has to be slippery," said Cathy, "... for the job ahead." "God, Cathy, no, please..." Cathy moved the stick down an inch or so, and pressed it against Lisa's anal opening. "I know you're no stranger to this kind of penetration, Lisa... Scott told me how he initiated you to it. But this is much thicker than Scott is... no offense, my Lord." "None taken." "And I intend to be very rough with it," said Cathy. "So let's see how well you take it!" With that, she began to force the stick into Lisa's anus. Lisa gritted her teeth and tried to remain silent.. the motion of screaming would cause the clamps on her nipples and clitoris to shift again, causing even more pain. But, as Cathy roughly rammed the stick into Lisa's asshole, a scream escaped from Lisa's lips, a scream that lenghtened as the clamps shifted. Cathy continued to chuckle insanely as she drove the stick deeper and deeper up Lisa's ass, causing Lisa to moan and cry out in pain. "That's it, bitch, take it! Take more of it!" Cathy chortled. "Cathy, Stop! Oh, GOD, it HURTS!" Cathy rammed a foot of the stick up Lisa's ass, and then wiggled it back and forth roughly, causing even more intense pain. The pain in her asshole merged with the pain from her clitoris and nipples, blending into one horrible melage of agony over Lisa's whole body. "Now, why don't you prepare me for the next step?" asked Scott, as he stood up. Cathy stood up and walked around the bed, her ass still swaying. She moved to stand in front of Scott, and dropped her panties. "My Lord, I hope I service you well," she said, as she went down to her knees. She untied his robe and opened it releasing his rampant cock. "I do not know if I can take it all, Scott," she confessed, as she slowly stroked it back and forth with her hand. "Oh, you can," said Scott. "And you will." Cathy swallowed... she had thought she would be immune from Scott's temper this evening, but if she failed to please him properly, she could easily find herself lying next to Lisa on that bed, with a set of clamps of her own. She began slowly, running her tongue along the underside of Scott's cock, making sure that Lisa could see every move she made. When her slow lick reached the head of his cock, she kissed it hard, slowly drawing it into her mouth through sheer force of suction. Scott threw his head back and moaned with the sheer pleasure of it. Soon, Cathy had almost all of Scott's cock in her mouth, but there were still a couple of inches to go, and it was already touching the back of her throat! She had no choice, though... if she didn't want to end up tortured and raped on his bed, she had to take him into her throat. Closing her eyes and holding her breath, she relaxed her throat muscles and forced her own head down onto his cock, almost choking, but not quite. "That's it," he said, as her nose pressed into his belly. "All the way." She began to bob back and forth, keeping her lips tight around his cock shaft, and forcing it down her throat on every down-thrust. She felt him swelling in her mouth, felt every ridge and vein, every inch... and she knew that she was doing more than sucking a cock. She was forging a weapon in the fire of her passion; a sword, a spear, a thrusting staff to be plunged into her enemy, and only her mouth could forge it hard and long enough to do what it had to do. She redoubled her efforts, sucking harder and faster, moving her tongue against the bottom of it constantly. Her hands moved around him, under his robe, and grasped Scott's ass, pulling him against her harder, forcing it down her throat harder and faster. After a few long minutes, he grasped her by her hair and pulled her off of his cock. "Any more of that, and there'll be nothing left for her," he said, looking at Lisa. He turned towards her, his cock pointing straight between her legs. "M..my Lord," said Lisa, her body just getting used to the stick in her ass as well as the clamps on her, "...I..I can't take any more... I beg of you..." He smiled and climbed on top of her, pressing his body down on top of her. He pressed against the clamps, and his cock nudged the clamp on her clit, and she moaned, long and loud. Then, he started to press his massive cock into her pussy. She had, of course, taken his cock before, in both her pussy and her ass, but with that huge stick up her ass, Scott's big cock stretched her beyond her capacity, and she nearly passed out from the pain. Once he was entirely in her, he started pumping her hard, ramming it in and out of her, causing her as much pain as she had ever experienced in her life. She stared down at his cock ramming into her, and the pain began to change. She still yelled, it still hurt, but the pain was so overpowering, she began to become confused, the pain becoming indistinguishable from pleasure. Just when she thought her senses were as overloaded as they could be, her vision was obscured by Cathy's lilly-white belly as Cathy straddled her face. "Now," said Cathy, "You will pleasure me, Lisa. Do it, Lisa." Cathy lowered her naked crotch down onto Lisa's mouth and began gyrating her hips. "Lick me, Lisa! Lick me like an ice-cream!" The pain, the pleasure, Scott's cock ramming into her pussy, Cathy's hot, wet pussy pressing down on her mouth... it overwhelmed her. Lisa's tongue pressed hard against Cathy's pussy, and started to lick it, hard and fast. Cathy grabbed the headboard for support and mashed her snatch down onto Lisa's open mouth, screaming in her own orgasm. Scott shot his cum deep up Lisa's pussy as Cathy drenched her mouth with her spendings, and Lisa experienced an orgasm so powerful, it knocked her clean unconscious. She awoke some time later, untied and unclamped, her anus free of the stick, covered in a silken sheet. Cathy was asleep next to her, her arms wrapped around Lisa. Scott was working at the desk in his Sanctum, his dark mood broken, able to concentrate on his business again. Confident in her role in restoring one of England's finest businessman to his peak of performance, Lisa gently kissed Cathy's lips, and drifted back to sleep. THE END NOTE NOTE NOTE NOTE NOTE This is the second in the long line of "Victorian Erotica" stories. Look for more to follow ... and in the mean time, your comments, questions, criticisms, and witty ancedotes about exploding farm animals are quite welcome! Dracthyus@aol.com "YOU try fighting Cthulu, Dillhole! He'll kick your ass, THEN he'll redecorate!" --Beavis