Excerpts from "Six of the Best" Volume One

 

Her Naked Revenge

 

Jack and Nick pulled open the flies of their coveralls, freeing straining cock shafts that bobbed stiffly upright like self-erecting flagpoles. Jemima's gaze fastened upon them in sick horror. They were going to push them up inside her and there was nothing she could do to stop them.

Jack positioned himself behind her and Nick in front, so that she had to look into his lurid rubber devil mask. She felt the flowing hair of Jack's mask brushing her shoulders as he moved closer, holding onto her hips and rubbing the head of his penis up and down the cleft of her buttocks. Then it found her tight anal sphincter now slippery with grease and began butting into it. At the same time Nick pulled himself closer to her until her breasts ground against his chest. She felt his penis head rubbing through her cleft until it found the mouth of her vagina. Then the two of them thrust into her together: skewering her between them on their spears of flesh, the force of the double penetration lifting her almost off the ground with a clink and jerk of chain.

She yelped as she felt their cocks seeming to meet within her. She was perfectly impaled upon them both, feeling their living shafts claiming use of what had been the private voids within her body. She had been invaded and completely mastered.

'Can we bruise her a little inside?' Jack sighed.

'We can do that,' Nick said. 'It won't show...'

With her sandwiched between them they began to pump into her rectum and vagina with deep regular strokes, savouring her total helplessness as they ground her body against theirs, thudding into her and driving the breath out of her as she fluttered feebly in their grasp. And as predicted her tears began to flow, burning her eyes and rolling down her cheeks over the straps of her gag bridle as she sobbed and whimpered at the depths of her humiliation.

It could not possibly get any worse than this, she thought wildly.

And then it did...

As they screwed her, she began to get aroused!

She could feel her hard nipples throbbing and stabbing into the fabric of Nick's overall, while her pussy began to wet and dribble about his pumping shaft. Her juices ran between her legs and were picked up by Jack's cock as it plugged her rectum. She could not help it. It was an instinctive reaction to overwhelming stimulation. She had not had proper sex for many months and suddenly she had two hard living cocks inside her with only one purpose in mind. Instead of breaking down completely and giving in to shame and despair, her body had decided to take whatever pleasure it could from this crude violation. Even the pain of their hard thrusts only added to her gathering arousal.

No, this was all wrong, she shouted inside her head! They'd think she was enjoying herself! Like she was some frustrated sad woman who couldn't get a man because she was too clever and picky and...

Her loins were filling with a hot lustful liquid mass of growing pleasure while her juices were dribbling out freely onto the floor under her feet.

'This bitch is getting hot...' Nick grunted as he pounded into her.

'I can feel her,' Jack agreed from behind. 'A real slut. Maybe that's why she got so jealous...'

'We'd have kept her satisfied at no charge...' Nick said.

By now Jemima was moaning, sobbing, weeping and dribbling shamefully. She was squeezing on the two penises sliding back and forth within her, trying to suck the seed out of them. Temporarily, she was beyond caring what they thought of her. Later it would matter but not now. All she knew was that she had to get their cum inside her. It was the only thing that made sense any more...

And then she climaxed with a muffled shriek and a convulsive jerk that rattled her chains. The men gasped as they spouted up into her hot tight passageways and for a few brief seconds they were all united within her.

The last thing Jemima remembered was Jack whispering in her ear.

'Don't worry, slut, we got plenty more spunk left for round two...'

 

Ordeal on Camera

 

'Now you must confess to your crime and pay the statutory penalty, or else undergo...' he paused dramatically '... ordeal on camera.'

'I won't confess to something that I didn't do... and I can't afford to pay the fine!'

'Then you must be made to admit your guilt so your suffering will be an example and warning to others. Will you cooperate or do we need to use force?'

Lara was determined not to make this easy for them. 'I'm only here because I haven't any other choice. But I think this whole program is disgusting and barbaric!'

'I assure you it's all perfectly legal.'

'Do you obey the law, Mr Abel?'

'Yes.'

'And your company?'

'Of course.'

'Well, you'll still have to make me play your sordid game!'

The guards had been waiting for this cue. Twisting her arms behind her back they began undoing her dress.

Lara struggled of course, squirming and twisting in their grasp. But they were much too strong for her and she knew ultimately there was no escaping her fate. In fact, she expected nothing less than total degradation...

They pulled the dress up over her head and tore off her sandals. Then they undid her lacy white bra and stripped off her panties, leaving her totally naked. In a show of modesty, she tried to cover herself, but they would not let her. Knowing what was expected of them, they held Lara stretched between them so the cameras could get a good look at her bare body from all angles.

Lara knew she had a face and figure that would rate high media approval. She had long honey blonde hair and creamy skin. Her face was well proportioned with a high clear forehead, strong cheekbones, a neat slightly upswept nose, a full-lipped mouth, almond shaped hazel eyes and thin artful brows. She had prominent breasts with upper slopes that ran in a perfect smooth concave swoop from her collar bones to the tips of her large domed nipples. Her waist was tight, her hips wide and her pubic bush was a dark thin wedge. Her smooth fleshy buttocks were softly rounded, and she had strong legs.

Abel said, 'Put her in the chair...'

The guards pulled Lara over to the oddly shaped chair and forced down into it.

It was essentially an open metal frame of an armchair, without any proper seat, simply broad ledge-like side struts. The back of its frame rose higher than her head. Hinged semi-circular metal cuffs were fitted to its arms and legs and rubber straps hung across its back and sides. A number of coiled electric cables emerged from the base of the chair platform and ran up to various points about its frame where they were hooked in place. The ends of these cables were fitted with crocodile clips.

The guards swung the clamps over Lara's wrists and ankles and snapped them into place, their ends sliding through ratchets until they were locked firmly about her limbs. Then they pulled the rubber straps across her thighs, belly, chest and neck and buckled them tightly. A final strap went across her forehead, pulling her head back against a padded vinyl headrest. Then they twisted the adjusting screws on a pair of sliding clamps on either side of the headrest. These slid hard rubber pads against her temples, holding her head facing forward. It was important that everybody could see her face clearly during what was to come.

When Lara was secured to the chair and unable to do more than wriggle her fingers and toes, Abel took a remote handset from his pocket and pointed at the chair. A motor under its base hummed softly and the front legs of the chair swung outwards along the arc slots cut into the base platform. As Lara whimpered in fear, her legs which were bound so tightly to the chair frame were inexorably pulled wider until her thighs were spread at more than ninety degrees. One of the robot cameras slid smoothly forward, its telescopic stand lowering so that it could focus on the exposed cleft of her groin, showing every detail of her bare sex mouth, its shapely lips gaping enticingly. The second camera focused in on Lara's trembling breasts, showing that the plump domes of her nipples were, unwillingly or not, swelling and darkening with arousal at her helpless exposure.

Abel looked into Lara's blushing face which was contorted with shame and fear.

'Are you sure you don't want to confess now?' he asked her. 'You know what you'd done, don't you?'

'No... no, I'm not admitting anything!' Lara choked out.

He reached down and took hold of her big breasts, cupping and squeezing them to test their weight and perhaps savour their animal warmth. Then he pinched her plump nipples and twisted them hard and stretched them upwards like fleshy elastic until Lara bit her lip and whimpered in pain.

'Are you sure?'

With her lips clamped shut to stifle a moan of pain Lara nodded resolutely.

'Then we'll just have to persuade you a little more...' Abel told her.

 

The Demon Bed

 

And now as they worked, they began to rub their naked bodies against the pieces of wood, pressing their breasts against the carved wooden panels and straddling the sections of bedposts clasping them between their bare thighs. Their nipples swelled further as they rubbed across the representations of leaves and ivy and their sex lips engorged and grew moist as they were pressed against the undulating barley sugar carved posts. They grinned at each other as if they were not quite sure what they were sharing but knowing it was important. The scent of their excitement began to fill the close air in the study. Phoebe had never been aware of such a thing before. Now it seemed intoxicating.

Phoebe had one of the bedpost sections clasped between her thighs as she polished it upper end. She began to work her hips up and down it, pulling up on the post end as it ground between her thighs and spread the lips of her wet sex. It seemed to create a deeper friction within her which was better than any sex toy she had tried before.

'You've got to try this,' she groaned, not caring about the shameless erotic spectacle she was making of herself.

Jane was looking at her half enviously and half disbelieving with slightly unfocused eyes. Then she took up another post section herself and clasped it like a fat spiralling wooden snake between her thighs. Her dripping juices smeared across its shiny contours while her nipples had swollen into plump hot domes in own and felt so tight, she thought they would burst.

Phoebe had worked her way up to the top of her post, coating it with her lubrication. Oh God that felt good! Her mind filled with an image of what she wanted to do next. Why not? With sudden a wild submission to her naked desire she lay back and spread her legs. Grasping the neck of the post she rammed its big dowel up into her dripping pussy, sobbing as the plug of bare wood filled her vagina.

'Oh, hell yes!' she groaned.

Jane copied her, ramming the connecting plug of her post into her own soft sex mouth.

Together they pumped their groins with ever increasing vigour, jerking themselves about the heavy post shafts as they made a perverse love to them. It was a bizarre and extraordinary sensation but neither woman could resist, even though they knew somewhere in the backs of their minds that it was perverse and utterly out of character. But by then they had no control over their desires. All that mattered was they should give everything to their task, including their precious bodily fluids. With sobs and moans the women came, clenching the dowels within them as they sprayed their juices over the polished wood and their minds seemed to burst with delight.

And the wood sucked up their juices into its heart, as if it was porous.

 

Paying the Bills With Her Body

 

Pamela Giles was a neatly presented, unassuming, blonde fortyish woman who worked in the local council offices. It seemed appropriate that she should pay the flat's council tax bill. In return for this favour she was free to treat Julia like a dog.

Once again, the kitchen table played its part, although Pam had covered it with a padded vinyl sheet on which Julia knelt on all fours. She was naked of course and held a soft rubber bone clamped between her teeth. She had strict instructions not to drop it. A rubber tail rose in a curve from between Julia's buttocks. Its end was plugged into her anus, held in place by a fold in its springy wire core which ran up her buttock cleft. She also wore matching rubber paws over her hands and feet and pointed rubber dog ears taped to the top of her own.

Pam was also naked except for a pair of slippers. She still had quite an attractive body for age, even though her breasts were slightly pendulous, and her stomach was beginning to fill out. She was also smoothly depilated, and her plump pussy was deeply cleft.

Lovingly Pam combed Julia's hair until it shone and then tied it in two bunches with pink ribbons. She cupped and stroked Julia's bottom and dangling breasts, clicking her tongue reproachfully over the fading pin marks that Terry had inflicted upon them.

'What have you been doing to yourself, you naughty girl?' she asked.

Julia knew it was a rhetorical question. Even if she had not got a rubber bone clamped between her teeth she would not have answered. Her users did not really want to know about their fellow bill payers, whose activities they could infer from the state of her body. During their sessions they wanted to imagine she belonged to then exclusively, helping them act out their little fantasies of domination and power. If they cared to they could put such injuries down to her husband's doing.

Pam put some ointment on Julia's sore breasts and buttocks, rubbing it in lovingly, thrilling in the texture of the soft pliant flesh of the younger woman. Julia shuddered and felt her juices begin to flow. Pam noticed this as she ran her fingers through the still sensitive furrow of her cleft.

'Are you going to be a good girl for me tonight?' she asked

Julia whimpered and nodded.

When Julia was groomed to Pam's satisfaction, she produced from the bag she had brought with her a large metal dog bowl and what the label said was a tin of dog food, although Julia knew it was in fact Irish stew. Pam opened it up and tipped it out and placed it in front of Julia. Then she held out her hand and Julia dropped her rubber bone into it.

'Eat up, girl,' Pam said

Julia had to spread her knees and dip her back to lower her head sufficiently to eat straight out of a bowl. She was careful not to use her hands except to steady the bowl as she pushed her face into it. Pam's eyes lit up in delight as she watched Julia, reduced to the level of an animal, degrade herself. Of course, she ate messily and soon her nose and mouth were smeared with the stew. She finished by licking the bowl clean.

Pam had a cloth ready and wiped Julia's face in turn. When she was done she put the rubber bone back in Julia's mouth. Then she walked around Julia, admiring the lines of her body as she knelt on the table. She cupped and pinched her breasts, stretching out her nipples, while her other hand slid between Julia's thighs. She began to play with her sex, sliding a finger into her slot and toying with the mouth of vagina. Julia shivered and wiggled her hips, which set her rubber tail wagging.

Pam gave Julia's tender bottom a firm slap, making Julia yelp and bite down on her bone. Pam slapped her even harder, making her tail bounce about. Then from her bag she took out a packet of dark chocolate drops.

'Would you like a good dog chocky treat?' Pam asked.

Julia whined and nodded her head.

'Are you ready to dip for them?'

Julia nodded her head again and made panting noises around her bone.

Pam took a leash out of her bag and clipped its end to the padlock hasp of Julia's collar. There was a chair resting beside the kitchen table and Julia used this to scramble down to the floor, remaining on all fours. Pam then led her through to the sitting room. A smaller rubber mat had been laid down on an armchair. Pam sat on this and spread her thighs, exposing the smooth pink mound of her pussy. Julia squatted down in front of her. Pam took a chocolate drop from the packet and slipped it into the deep the mouth of her sex. She held out her hand and Julia dropped her rubber bone into it.

'Now you can dip for that treat, girl,' she said in delight.

Julia edged forward and slid her face between Pam's soft scented thighs and nuzzled into the deep cleft of her vulva. Her questing tongue found the softening chocolate drop and she licked it up. She pulled her face out from between Pam's thighs and panted letting her pink tongue loll out, showing her pleasure. Smiling, Pam slid another chocolate drop into her pussy.

After ten minutes of this game Julia's face was smeared with dark chocolate as were the lips of Pam's sex. The soft chocolate she was lapping and sucking up was now flavoured with Pam's juices, forming a strange and heady combination of rich scents. Pam was pushing the drops further up inside her and Julia had to delve deeper after them. Pam's breathing was getting faster and her body was glistening with sweat. Then she clasped the back of Julia's head and ground her face into her pussy, rubbing her nose up her slot into the hard nub of her clitoris.

'Yes, girl, yes! You lick you mistress out... make her happy!'

Julia obeyed. With a gasp and shudder Pam orgasmed, spraying her juices into Julia's chocolate-smeared face.

'Good girl!' Pam sighed.

 

Tea and Tears with Miss Jones

 

Picking up his pack he dragged them through the sitting-room door back out into the hall and then up the narrow stairs to the tiny first floor landing. He pushed open the door of Miranda's bedroom and dragged them inside. The room had a sloping ceiling and a dormer window and contained a dressing table, a small cupboard and a large brass framed bed with an attendant beside table.

Jack pulled the curtains across the window and turned on the room lights. He took in the bed and then grinned. 'That'll do very nicely...'

He un-slung the camera from his neck and set it on the bedside table. 'That's ready for when you confess,' he told them.

Then he tied the end of Kate's leash to the frame at the foot of the bed and Miranda's to its head. Then he made Miranda sit on the bed with her legs spread wide. From out of his pack he took lengths of rope which he tied around the four corner posts of the bed, leaving their ends loose. The bottom pair he tied around Miranda's ankles. Then he cut the tape which bound her wrists, laid her on her back and retied them to the head of the bed, so that she now lay on it spread-eagled. He turned Kate's head to look along the length of Miranda's helpless widespread body.

'There, doesn't she look lovely? Don't you want to pleasure her?'

Kate just whimpered and shook her head, although deep inside her she felt a strange stirring. Adding to her fear of violence and deep shame she was frightened that she was beginning to lose control of her own feelings.

'Well you're going to...'

He made Kate clamber up onto the bed and kneel between Miranda's widespread legs. Her terrified eyes locked on to the deep pouting cleft of Miranda's vulva, gaping wide before her. It was so deep and smooth and perfect...

'Look at that juicy plump cunt,' Jack taunted her. 'Don't you want to bend down and kiss and tongue it like she taught you at school? That's what you're going to do now. You're going to lick her out until she comes!'

Kate moaned and shook her head while Miranda drew in her breath sharply.

'No, please don't ask me to do that...' Kate begged.

'I'm not asking you, I'm telling you!' Jack said. 'This'll prove that you're both lesbians! But if you need some more encouragement...'

From his pack Jack took out a short length of bamboo cane and swished it through the air.

'I'm going to use this on your backside until you lick her out, and then if you look like you're not doing a proper job. And don't try to fool, me either of you. I know whether woman comes or not. I want to see love juice all over her face!'

'It's all right Kate,' Miranda said. 'I won't blame you at all. I know you can't help it. Don't let it worry you. Just do whatever you need to save yourself getting hurt. I won't mind, I promise...'

'There, see, she wants you to lick her out!' Jack said in triumph. He flicked the cane across Kate's back. 'Go on then, get your head down in there...'

Miserably, Kate hunched over, spreading her knees to balance itself as she dipped her head and shoulders down between Miranda's thighs until her nose was brushing the full pouting cleft of her sex. She could smell the spicy scent emanating from it which filled her nostrils and gave her a strange thrill. She had never done this to another woman before.

'Get on with it! Jack said again.

As she hesitated, he took hold of the back of Kate's neck and jammed her face forward, rubbing it into Miranda's vulva, at the same time swiping his cane across Kate's upraised buttocks.

Kate's instinctive yelp of pain meant she opened her mouth as it was being ground up into Miranda's soft warm pussy. She tasted hot sweet flesh while her nose was driven up the length of her furrow to nuzzle against the hard nub of her clitoris.

While her bottom stung, she tasted strange new delights. With a desperate sob she began to lick and suck every lip and fold of flesh she could find. She slid her tongue up and down her wet cleft, probing deeper. Its tip found the mouth of Miranda's vagina and slid inside it. The texture and smell and taste of it was frightening and wonderful. Combined with the pain of her burning buttocks it seemed unreal. How could she possibly be doing this? Juices from Miranda's pussy began to seep out about Kate's cheeks and dripped onto the bedclothes beneath her bottom, forming a dark stain.

Jack changed the angle of his cane swipes, sending it swishing up between Kate's spread thighs into the furrow of her own sex. She gave a muffled yelp, absorbed by the soft clinging mouth of Miranda's pussy and desperately she nuzzled licked and sucked deeper and harder. There was only one way out now for both of them. She had to make her old headmistress come over her face...

'Do it hard... no, harder!' Jack commanded. 'Unless you want to see her suffer as well...'

He moved up the bed and began to flick the cane across Miranda's breasts, making them jiggle and shiver and bounce.

'No, don't hurt her!' Kate pleaded and then she burrowed her face into Miranda's dripping pussy once more, her tongue finding the hard nub of her clitoris and pleasuring it with desperate energy. She felt Miranda's hips begin to twitch and then jerk as she ground them up against her dipping and ducking head.

Suddenly Miranda let out a plaintive wail of shame and delight and a hot gush of pungent juices erupted from the depths of her convulsing sex mouth and sprayed all over Kate's face. Then with a sob and a final shudder she lay back limply on the bed.

 

The Sacrifice

 

'You wanted to find out the secret of the Dionysus Club, well we're going to show you. But of course, you'll never be able to tell anybody about it afterwards. Now strip her!' he commanded the others.

Before Angela could quite believe what she had heard, the men holding her had pulled her to her feet again and had begun tugging at her clothes. She shrieked and screamed in outrage and kicked and clawed at them, but it was no use. Her top and jeans and boots were dragged off her, stripping her down to her skimpy underwear which resisted for even less time. In a minute she was standing naked before the sinister hooded company with her arms pulled out wide to show off her body. She hunched over and clenched her thighs together, trying to protect some last shreds of her dignity, but they twisted her hair, pulling her head back until she straightened up and revealed all.

Angela had a 32D-24-36 figure. She had olive skin, dark straight hair and a friendly open face with a straight firm nose. Her eyes were pale blue under fine arched brows. Her rounded breasts with large distinct brown nipples were made to look fuller by her slender chest, and a trim waist was made to look even tighter by her full hips and fleshy buttocks. A sparse trimmed strip of dark pubic curls exposed the slot of her sex through which the crinkled tongue of her inner lips peeked.

'Yes, very nice indeed,' Lord Ram said as he walked around Angela's naked squirming body. 'He will be very pleased with you.'

'What the fuck do you think you're doing?' Angela wailed, her anger just winning out over her growing fear. 'Even if I was spying on you, you can't treat me like this!'

'Oh, but we can and more,' Lord Ram assured her. 'We can do anything we want with you because worldly constraints no longer concern us. We answer to a higher power now: he who we serve and who will one day rule this world again!'

The full depths of the horror into which she had stumbled now began to dawn on Angela. Ram was talking like some kind of religious obsessive.

'You're mad!' she choked. 'Let me go!'

'Gag her!' Ram commanded. 'Her wanton tongue must not profane these holy proceedings any further until the time is right. Prepare her for presentation...'

One of the hooded men came forward with a thick twisted strip of cloth that he jammed between her teeth and tied about her head. She fumed and gurgled and bit on the rag but her protests were now muffled. Another man was holding a pole and lengths of rope. They pulled her arms out wide and bound the pole across her shoulders, looping the rope across her chest and under her arms, then bending her elbows and twisting her arms about the pole until they could tie her wrists to its ends. A loop of rope was put over her head and drawn tight about her neck. Then its end was handed to Lord Ram like a leash.

Angela jerked instinctively away from him, but he pulled the leash tight until the rope pinched about her neck, and she was forced to follow him.

He led her in a procession around the clearing following the line of flickering torches. The dozen other hooded figures followed after them, their heads bowed solemnly, chanting as they went, 'Baal will rise again, Baal will rise again, Baal...'