Chapter 6
Clark stepped aside to allow Adrian and Sherry to enter.
Jane sat bolt upright in bed, quivering with shock. After her first initial screech of astonishment, she was struck speechless.
Her deep blue eyes were wider than ever, and more than a bit confused, too. Her ripe red lips were parted as her mouth hung slackly open.
Adrian entered first. She cut a sinister figure in her bizarre outfit.
Even more bizarre than her outfit was the fact that she was leading Sherry by a leash. Sherry crawled on hands and knees.
Clark grinned as he savored the stunned expression on his baffled bride's face. His member quivered with new life.
It shifted and stiffened beneath his robe. Growing in spasmodic jerks, it doubled its length, and became hard, rigid, throbbing.
The section of the robe covering his crotch was lifted and pushed outward into a tent-like bulge by his expanded, aroused member.
Adrian came through the door first. She seemed coolly composed, as if she did this sort of thing every night-and, for all Jane knew perhaps the sinister brunette did do this sort of thing every night-this, and much worse besides.
" Oh God," Jane whimpered, "what have I gotten myself into?!"
"More than you bargained for, pretty girl," Adrian laughed.
Adrian was covered by a shining black leather cape with a stiff high collar. It covered her from her shoulders to her knees, and was fastened shut.
Her face was heavily made-up. Her brows were dark, arched, imperious. Cynical amusement flickered in her pale eyes as she looked at Jane in chains.
Jane raised her hand to her mouth. "What are you doing here?!"
"We've come to welcome you into our little family, my dear." Adrian's thin lips, covered with glossy scarlet lipstick, quirked into a smile.
The hem of her black leather cape reached down to her knees. Her legs were sheathed in dark nylons. She was lofty in shoes with six-inch high heels.
Sherry knelt on the carpeted floor behind Adrian's booted feet. Her exquisitely petite body was laced into a bizarre black leather harness.
Sherry was thin and very tan. She had a golden, all-over tan, demonstrating that she had sun-bathed in the nude.
Her build was slight and child-like, making her look years younger than she really was. Her very youthful appearance excited Clark.
Sherry's pert breasts were small and firm, the size of ripe plums. The soft pink nipples and surrounding roseates were very tiny and neat.
She was slim, slender. Her ribs showed under the golden covering of her flesh, and her elbows and knees were bony and prominent.
Her hips were narrow, with jutting hipbones.
Her bottom was perhaps the most fleshily abundant part of her physique.
She had a ripe, high, lovely heart-shaped bottom, a real treasure. The soft golden globes of her buttocks were round, curved, infinitely smooth.
Sherry had been buckled into the leather restraint harness. The black leather straps were stark and harsh against her soft flesh.
A thin, tough leather belt was fastened around her waist so tightly that her flesh covered its edges-and she had a taut, trim little tummy and waist.
A black leather crotchpiece hung down in front, covering her pussy. This piece of leather was shaped like a black triangle.
It did not extend past her rear. A thin leather strap was attached to the bottom of the leather flap. This strap extended up between her ass cheeks, pressing tightly against her puckered brown anus as it rose up to join the leather belt around her waist. This leather chastity belt kept her pussy in restraint.
There was more. Fastened around Sherry's neck was a thick black leather slave collar. It was decorated with shiny metal studs.
A small metal padlock secured the slave collar. At the back of the collar jutted an iron D-ring. The clip of the leash was fastened to this.
The leash itself was made of black leather, and was eight or nine feet in length. It terminated in a thick loop which circled Adrian's wrist.
Jane realized with horror that the chains bolted to the bed were not an isolated phenomenon-they were part of an underlying pattern of sexual deviance.
Clark closed the door, locking it, sealing the four of them in the room.
"We wouldn't want to be interrupted," he grinned.
Jane finally found her voice. "Clark-Clark, what are you doing?! Have you gone mad?! How can you do this to me?!"
Clark smiled tolerandy. "She's a novice she has so much to learn," he said to Adrian. "I want her trained to perfection."
"Trained?!" Jane shrieked. "What kind of sick games are you playing with me?!"
"The kind of games I love to play," Clark said. "Soon, you will love them, too."
"Never!!!"
"Never is a long time," he smiled. "And don't forget-I have forever to keep you here until you learn how to obey your husband and master."
He moved toward her. "I am your master, you know. Your total, absolute master. As much as I love you, I will accept nothing less than complete submission."
He lifted his hand. Jane flinched, gasping.
"Did you think I was going to strike you?" He caressed her cheek. "You know nothing of me, then, of my methods."
Adrian thoughtfully stroked her chin as she studied Jane. "Perhaps an introductory whipping will teach this bride of yours a lesson!"
"I'm sure it would," Clark said, "but I don't think that such drastic methods are called for just yet. I told you that Jane is a novice."
"As you wish. Would you like to begin now?"
"Why not?" Clark moved behind Adrian. She reached for the clasp at the throat of her black leather cape, and unfastened it.
Clark took the cape from her shoulders. Jane's eyes bulged when she saw what dominant Adrian wore beneath the cloak.
A waist cincher was strapped around her middle. It was very tight, and it made her hourglass figure even more curved and voluptuous.
The cincher began just beneath the undersides of her massive breasts, leaving them quite naked. They were oversized melons of soft bosom flesh.
The cincher pushed up her breasts, just as it plumped out her buttocks.
Her nipples were the size of grapes, pink grapes rising from the tips of her large breasts. The roseates were wider than silver dollars.
The color of both nipples and roseates was a dark pinkish-brown, which made them stand out even more dramatically against her ivory bosom flesh.
The waist cincher had black lace panels. It was laced tightly up the back. It reached down to a line just above her deep, rounded navel.
Four fat frilly black garters hung down from the bottom of the cincher. The metal tabs of the garters, all silver and glittering, were pinned to the tops of her sleek nylons. The stockings hugged her legs like a second skin.
She wore a very brief black leather bikini bottom. It was stretched taut across her wide hips, and was so lowcut that her bush rose above the waistband.
The black leather panties clung so tightly to her crotch that her arched pubic mound and the folds of her pussy were revealed.
The flesh of her plump inner thighs was startlingly white where they rose out of the tops of the dark nylons.
She spread her feet wide, placed her hands defiantly on her hips, and let Jane take a good long look at her.
"Remember," Clark cautioned Adrian, "this is no ordinary slave girl to be used and abused.
This is my bride, so treat her accordingly, with the respect which is due to my mate."
Adrian submissively bowed her head. "As you command, master."
Their attention was drawn by Jane, who had started to weep.
Jane's blue eyes were blurred with tears. Her lower Up and chin trembled. Her shoulders shook with sobbing, causing her breasts to jiggle.
Clark thought to himself that there was something profoundly erotic and stimulating about the tears of a beautiful young woman.
He sat down on the bed beside Jane. She was more hurt and confused than afraid. She offered no resistance when he embraced her.
He cradled her in his arms. She pressed her head against his chest, her tears spilling in a tangled thicket of chest hair.
He held her close and smoothed her hair, pushing it back over her shoulders.
Jane lifted her tear-stained face to him. "Why are you doing this to me?" She choked back a wracking sob. "I thought that you loved me!"
"I do love you," he said gently. "But you must know that my love is more fierce and demanding than the love of other, ordinary men."
"You have to belong to me completely, Jane, body and soul, without reservations. You will find your greatest pleasure in serving at my pleasure."
"Yes, yes, of course," she sobbed, "but does it have to be like this?"
"Yes." He explained, "My semen is too valuable a commodity to be merely wasted. All we are going to do right now is have you cleaned out."
He pointed at the naked harnessed girl crouching on the floor. "Sherry is going to clean you out ... with her mouth."
"But-but she's a girl!"
"And so are you, my dear Jane."
"No, no,' she murmured, "it isn't right! It isn't natural!"
"I and I alone will decide what is right and what is wrong."
He gripped her soft shoulders and eased her down on her back on the bed.
Tears flowed out from under Jane's eyelids as she squeezed her eyes shut and restlessly tossed her head from side to side.
She begged, "Please, please, don't hurt me!"
"You're being silly, Jane. But you'll soon change your tune. You'll find that young Sherry is most talented with her pretty mouth.'
Clark sat on the side of the bed, holding Jane down. Jane had given up her struggles, and resigned herself to her fate.
Strange changes were taking place in her head. One byproduct of Jane's years of repressed virginity had been a powerful attraction for other females.
Jane had grown aware of this attraction not long after the incident with Uncle Freddy. At that time, men and their bodies repulsed her.
But girls ... ah, that was a different story. In the shower room of the girls' gym class, Jane would covertly watch her fellow students.
The sight of those nymphets, all pink and gleaming and naked in the shower, surrounded by rising mists, thrilled Jane beyond words.
Throughout high school, Jane often had secret crushes on other girls, and once or twice for a younger lady teacher.
When she would lay awake m her lonely bed late at night, playing with her pussy, she would fantasize that she was with the girl for whom she held her latest passion.
But it remained only fantasy. Jane was so rigidly repressed that she could never bring herself to make a sexual advance to another female.
Perhaps her timidity was all for the best, since lesbians were an exotic breed of creature quite foreign to the Middle American suburb she grew up in.
Now, as she peeped out of her slitted eyes at Sherry, all those old fantasies and lusts for other females once more flooded her mind.
Sherry was very pretty, very cute and petite. She looked like a decent, wholesome lovely young girl-a girl who just happened to be naked and harnessed and leashed!
Clark slipped the pillow under her head, adjusting it so that Jane could watch the show, if she so desired.
Adrian looked expectantly at Clark. He nodded his head, signaling yes.
Adrian rested the spike heel of her leather shoe on Sherry's left buttock. The stiletto heel pressed deeply into the soft flesh.
"Get to work, little miss bitch!" Adrian commanded.
She slacked up on the leash so Sherry could crawl to the bed. The golden girl's body glistened with shimmering sweat.
Sherry clambered up on the mattress. Jane instinctively tried to close her legs, but of course the chains kept them spread wide open.
Sherry knelt between Jane's spread legs, just as Clark had done hours ago. An expression of hot expectancy shone on the girl's face.
A deep red blush covered Jane's face. She was too shy to look Sherry in the eye. On the other hand, Jane was perfectly passive and still, and made not the slightest struggle to break free.
Sherry stared at Jane's pussy. The pussy lips glistened with semen. Semen was matted in the soft curls of Jane's pubic bush.
"You're very, very beautiful," Sherry said softly in her little girl's voice. "I'm just going to love serving you!"
Sherry rested her hands on Jane's quivering inner thighs. The teen lowered her head, bringing her face down to Jane's pussy.
Sherry's tongue was long, pink, and pointed. Jane gasped when the girl started licking her pussy lips, slurping the semen off them.
Jane lay there with her eyes closed. There really was no way to tell a man's mouth from that of a female, when that mouth was on her pussy.
Either way, it felt wonderful. Tension flowed out of Jane's body as Sherry continued the slow, extremely sensual tonguing.
Adrian stood by the bedside, letting the leash hang slackly. Her nipples puckered, stiffened, became erect. Her heavy breasts bobbed as she breathed.
There were liquid slurping sounds as Sherry mouthed Jane's pussy. She fastened her open lips on Jane's quivering pussy lips.
Adrian put her hand on the back of Sherry's head and pressed the girl's face hard against Jane. Jane's pussy lips split and spread.
Her pussy membranes were exposed, dripping with semen which smeared on Sherry's hot face. Sherry burrowed deeper, thrusting her tongue.
Adrian held the teenager's head down while Sherry dipped her tongue into Jane's sensitive slit, and along the dripping membranes.
Sherry lapped up the semen, swallowing it down as she went along.
Clark stimulated Jane's breasts. He pinched the nipples erect, rolled them in his fingers fastened his mouth on them, kissed them, sucked them.
Jane felt a fire down below, in her pussy. She parted her strawberry-red lips to moan, and then to moan again.
Sherry did something tricky with her tongue. Jane gasped and writhed.
Clark was aroused. The twin flaps of his robe had fallen aside, exposing the rigid red erection which jutted from his hips.
He wrapped his fist around the shaft, so the knobbed bullet shaped cock head jutted from the top of it. A drop of semen oozed from the tip when he squeezed it.
His cock glowed red and hot. It grew hotter still as he pulled and kneaded it while he watched Sherry mouth the pussy of his chained bride.
Jane's body took control. Sherry's mouth was putting fire inside her pussy. That steamy erotic heat was fast melting away Jane's inhibitions.
By now, Sherry had concluded her task of cleaning the semen from Jane's pussy. Jane's membranes were shiny, glistening pink.
They were free of semen, but moisture and juices oozed from the pores of the pink pussy walls, coating her membranes with thick secretions.
Jane gasped from the heat of her aroused pussy. The only thing she could do in response to the fever burning inside her was to rock her hips in response.
She lifted her sweating, tightly clenched buttocks off the rumpled sheet, arched her back, and ground her dripping pussy into Sherry's mouth.
Clark and Adrian instantly noted this sign of lesbian lust. They exchanged meaningful glances, before returning their undivided attention to the stimulating spectacle of Sherry eating Jane's pussy.
"Make Jane climax," Clark commanded. He continued to pull his penis.
Jane was in rapture. She had no thought for morality and shame-the only thing she knew or wanted to know was how good Sherry's mouth felt on her pussy.
Sherry slid her tongue up the slit, burrowed for Jane's clitoris, found it, and lovingly licked it with a vengeance.
Jane's deep, heaving sighs of pleasure came faster and more breathlessly as that limber tongue played over her pearl-pink clitoris.
Sherry puckered her wet lips and rubbed them against the clitoris. Jane's moans rose in volume and frequency, the harder that Sherry massaged her clitoris.
Jane cried out as she climaxed. Her body shook and shivered as orgasmic convulsions shook it. Sherry lifted her wet mouth from the pussy.
Jane gave a last gasp, then tumbled back on the mattress. Her arms were folded so her bound hands pressed against her jiggling breasts.
"So good," she whimpered, "so very wicked, but so good!"
"Nothing is good which gives you pleasure or gives pleasure to me," Clark said, rising up from the bead, throwing off his robe.
He stood there naked, his stiff penis jiggling, his hairy balls swollen. His cock bobbed as he walked around to the foot of the bed.
Sherry looked at him, her face smeared with semen and secretions from her hairline to the point of her chin. Her round eyes shone.
"I'll take over from here, Sherry," Clark grinned. "But don't go too far away-I've a use of my own for that mouth of yours."
Sherry planted a last quick kiss on Jane's pussy, then hopped off the bed. She knelt on the floor. Tonight she had been forbidden to stand up straight, but must crawl on all fours like a female animal.
Adrian patted the slavish teen on the top of her tousled head. "You did a very nice job, slave girl. I'll have to reward you later for your performance."
Clark climbed on the bed, the mattress sinking under his weight.
Jane opened her eyes, saw him. She held out her bound arms to him. Her eyes were wild, and her face was red and sweating.
"Oooooh, yes, come to me, lover," she moaned, "I want it, I need it so badly, I want you to do it to me like before, so fast and hard and good!"
Clark grinned as he mounted her. "Tell me what you want me to do to you, Jane."
"I want you-to fuck me! There! I've said it! I want you to fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" She pulled him down to her.
He guided his red cock to her pussy. Jane said, "Unh!" when he forced his swollen cock head between her pussy lips.
Grasping her shaking sweating hips, he thrust his stiff member deep into her, entering her deeply in one swift surging thrust.
He plunged his cock in her up to the hilt.
He stuck his head in the wide space formed by Jane's bound arms, which were looped around.
As he penetrated her, his stiff cock tingled with thousands of needles of erotic pleasure, hot and electric, making him vibrate with pleasure.
The base of his shaft pressed against her thin pussy lips. He kept his cock deep inside her, but did not start thrusting yet.
He looked over his shoulder at Adrian. She gave a little tug on Sherry's leash. Sherry obediently climbed up on the bed.
Clark spread his strong hairy legs wide open, while Sherry lay between them.
Her feet were still on the floor, while her upper body was pressed flat against the mattress. She slithered upward to Clark.
Sherry's small soft hands fondled his naked buttocks. Her warm sweet breath rustled the black hairs which covered his backside and thighs like a soft furry pelt.
He squirmed restlessly and excitedly as Sherry squeezed and kneaded his bottom. His movements caused his cock to thrust inside Jane, thrilling her.
Sherry covered his ass with hot wet kisses. She stuck out her tongue, placed the flat of it on his bottom cheek, and licked it.
She put her hands on his buttocks and spread them apart, exposing the brown puckered rosebud of his anus.
Sherry pressed her wet warm face between his buttocks. His ass cheeks pressed against her. It was dark and warm in there.
She fastened her puckered lips to his anus, which quivered at the sensual contact. She kissed it, then she-rimmed the wrinkled brown folds.
This treatment, this oral adoration of his anus, was most stimulating, and Clark gasped and moaned softly, wriggling on top of Jane.
Sherry pressed the tip of her tongue against the center of his anus, and pushed it inward. He was very tight, and she had to work to force it in.
She pushed her tongue past his narrow anal ring, and into his rectum.
Now Clark began to thrust into his bound blonde bride with vigor.
His hips rocked back and forth, gliding his heated member over her silky membranes. Jane shivered even though sweat covered her perfect form.
Clark thrust slowly and deeply. He was careful not to dislodge Sherry's lips and tongue from his bottom.
While he thrust his stiff erection deep into the hot wet velvet of his wife's pussy, Sherry pushed her tongue in and out of his anus.
It was a combination which was sinfully exciting.
Jane didn't care what else was going on in the room. She had entered a strange new existence, alien to her, where nothing could be taken for granted.
The only way she could see her way through her confusion was to just exactly what her husband required of her.
With the wild erotic thrills he had already brought her, Jane had a true incentive to please him-she wanted more and more of those forbidden thrills.
Her being seemed to be centered in her pussy. Her labia were a bit chafed and sore from all the fucking she had gotten, and of course the pain of her broken maidenhead constantly throbbed with a dull ache.
But those minor irritations were nothing compared to the frenzied sexual heat which Clark's mouth and stiff penis-and Sherry's mouth, too-had given her.
Jane rocked her hips in response to the rhythms of his thrusting cock. Clark thrust faster and harder, but Sherry kept her mouth clamped on his anus.
With dual stimulation like that, it didn't take him very long to come. He buried his cock deep inside Jane's slit, holstering it like a pistol of flesh.
That sex pistol shot soft bullets of semen as he came. Earlier, his come had gushed thickly and heavily-this time, the flow was somewhat less.
But that didn't mean that the ecstasy of coming was any less-in fact, his orgasm was even more devastating this time than it had been the first time.
He rocked and groaned, his face burning bright red, his cock even hotter, as he came inside Jane.