Chapter 3
Martha struggled, cried, and protested without success. The leather handcuffs kept her immobile to a degree. Stan and Frank ignored her and continued with their handiwork.
Shaving cream from a shaving bomb was squirted over the pubic hairs. The dark triangular bush of hair was turned into a snowy mass. Stan rubbed the cream into the hair. The pressure of his finger massaging in the cream excited her a little.
He produced a straight edged razor and began to remove hair and soap. Martha felt the metal blade scrape across her skin. She watched as each swipe of the blade cut a swath, leaving a nude space. Stan dipped the blade into a pan of water after each swipe of the blade. Within minutes the hair from her pubes were completely shorn.
Stan rubbed a little more cream over the naked skin and removed some traces of stubble then he dipped the edge of the towel into the bowl and washed over the area. Drying it off, he stepped back to admire his work.
"Now that looks good enough to eat!" Stan exclaimed. "Do you want the first bite?" he asked Frank.
"I'll go first!" Frank said. "I want to make some adjustments first."
Martha gazed down at her crotch. The absence of hair on her pussy made its appearance obscene. She saw the puffy swell of the lips. Two small mounds that dipped into a cleft. It looked like a miniature ass with underdeveloped buttocks. How was she going to explain this to Bob?
Frank produced an object from the attache case. Martha stared at it. It looked like a plastic drinking straw. The narrow tube was attached to a short cylinder about three inches long. She knew he was going to use it on her and she speculated on how.
He inserted the small tube between the lips of her ass. The flexible muscles of her rectal sheath closed over the tube. She estimated six or seven inches of the tube was up her asshole. Frank twisted the thick base. There was a dull humming sound. Martha's ass tingled with the tantalizing erotic throbs of the anal vibrator.
Frank rolled his tongue in long sweeps along the puffy mounds. The initial contact of the moist velvety tongue on her skin sent voluptuous tremors through her. She felt the thrilling throbs of the vibrator in her ass but they didn't compare to the erogenous sensation in her cunt.
The teasing tongue skimmed along the outer perimeter of her twat as he dipped his oral spatula between the dampened folds of reddish-pink flesh. An electric spark burst inside her quim and she felt the current surge into every nerve ending. A groan of rapture rolled from her throat. "Ahhrrmmm!"
Frank continued to frig the throat of her snatch with his tongue. Martha continued to groan in blissful ecstasy as his oral probe moved in tantalizing nuances. From straight in and out thrusts, he moved to swirling licks.
Her entire body seemed enveloped in a circuitous incandescence. A voluptuous tingle engulfed her. A tantalizing sensation rolled down her back like an itch that couldn't be scratched.
His tongue explored every part of the velvety slick interior of her twat as it rolled around the sphincter of her vagina trying to press deep into the throat of her cunt. Unsuccessful, the tongue withdrew and switched to her clitty.
"Ohhhh!" she groaned in blissful anguish. "I love it, I love it!" she whimpered in a hoarse ecstatic voice.
She squirmed and undulated her hips in a sinuous grind. Her wanton exclamations were provoked by the lascivious thrills welling up in her.
The shackles limited Martha's movements but she strained to move her back in a slight arch. Martha froze in that position with her hips raised off the bed. It was an attempt to press his ravenous mouth deeper against her cunt. She was putting icing on her pastry and letting him lick the frosting off the spoon!
His hands supported the pads of her ass. The palms cupped the ample globes of her buttocks pressing it closer to the rectal vibrator. Frank's mouth continued to lavish its bewitching charm on her quim.
Martha trembled with sensual agitation as the tingling pulsations in her ass blended with the voluptuous stimulation of her pussy.
He pulled the turgid flesh of her clitoris taut. His teeth gently clamped around the base of the erogenous flesh. She thought he was going to bite it off at the roots. Instead, his teeth held her clitty firmly anchored. He stretched the flesh and whipped it with his caressing tongue.
Her hips convulsed as the sensual titillations continued to sustain her erotic rapture. She tumbled her pelvis in a sinuous gyration. Fires of passion heated her cunt as the warm glow ignited sparks throughout her body.
The throbs in her quim became more intense and lancing shivers jabbed into every erogenous part of her. The lascivious turbulence palpitating in her grew more intense. His mouth continued to stimulate the venereal node.
"Ohhrrr!" she groaned, rocking her hips in cadence to his erotic stimulation.
Martha crushed her pussy closer to his sensual mouth. An orgasmic whirlpool was swirling inside her snatch. Her pulse quickened. The height of her arousal was at its peak. She was in a state of ecstatic abandon. The throes of a violent sensual thrill clutched Martha.
My gosh! she thought. He's got me so hot, I can almost jump out of my skin. I've never been so aroused before!
Frank's velvety textured tongue brushed the musky scented quim with strong lapping strokes.
She was in a transition state, going from ecstatic joy to erotic violent fervor. A giant colored wheel turned in her head. The ecstasy was a mild shade of blue. As the lustful intoxication increased, the color changed to a purple, and then a flaming red.
The tantalizing tentacles of sensual piquancy, like a giant octopus, squeezed her venereal entrails. Deep inside her snatch, the throbbing delirium of a climax increased.
"Oooooo!" she squealed, "Keep sucking! Harder!" she insisted.
The voluptuous thrill of a fermenting orgasm enveloped her. She rocked her head from side to side in exquisite erotic anguish. Her nostrils flared, catching the scent of their mutual libidinous sweat.
An orgasmic skyrocket exploded inside of her. She shuddered as the multi-colors exfoliated in her brain.
"I'm shooting, Frank! It's like the Fourth of July! Oh, Oh! I'm coming, I'm coming!" she exclaimed.
Martha's pelvis squirmed in a series of frantic erratic gyrations. She came, loosing a flood of turbulent orgasmic juices.
"Suck me, keep on sucking me! Oh, it's good! It's good!" she repeated in ecstatic approval. "I'm shooting again! It keeps shooting out of me! It won't stop! It won't stop! Here it. . . comes . . . once .. . moorreeee! YAHHRRGGRrrr!"
She likened the entire orgasm to a roller coaster ride. The initial thrill was the long ride upwards to the summit. Then, the sudden plummet, screaming as the air whipped at her hair and face. The tremendous force striking her entrails, almost pushing them through her throat.
Martha fell back against the mattress, exhausted from the strain. She was aware of heavy perspiration coating her body. The odor of her sweat was stronger now.
Frank continued to lap at her cunt, drinking up the thick effusion. Groans of rapturous pleasure kept rolling from her throat.
The rectal vibrator was removed from her ass. Her entire ass felt numb. From the elastic lips of the sphincter to the muscular interior, her ass seemed to be asleep. She was in a state of physical and mental exhaustion and though she was spent she was ecstatic over the erotic experience.
"Oo! That is some hot piece of ass!" Stan exclaimed as he began to unfasten the manacles.
Martha was reacting to the emotional tension of the hours that had passed. She wanted to take a hot bath, relax and go to sleep! It all depended upon these two!
"Look!" she addressed them. "I'm tired! It's been a long hard day for me. This whole scene has upset me emotionally as well! May I take a bath and go to sleep?"
Frank gave Stan a querying look. "What do you think, Stan? Want to call it a night? If we get a good night's sleep, we can start all over tomorrow, bright-eyed and bushy tailed."
Stan screwed up his face, his brow wrinkled in thought. "Yeh! Why not? But since Martha wants to take a bath, we'll help her." His face broke into a lewd grin.
She saw his facial expression. Martha was certain he had some other games planned for her. "I'm perfectly capable of taking a bath myself!" she said.
"Not like this!" Stan insisted. "We're gonna help ya!"
Martha heaved a sigh of resignation. Once the bath was over, she would get some sleep. "Come on!" she invited in resigned exasperation.
They marched into the bathroom and she turned on the water. Frank brought the attache case along. When the tub was half filled, Stan shut off the water.
"It's not a full tub!" Martha protested.
"It is for three people!" Stan informed her.
For cryin' out loud! she exclaimed silently. How the hell can three people fit into one tub? There's no point in arguing with them! I might as well go along! The sooner we get this over with, the sooner I can get some rest!
"I have to use the bathroom!" she told them. "Do you mind giving me a little privacy? Step out of the room for a minute while I use the john!"
"All of a sudden, you're modest!" Stan told her. "Come on! Sit down and take your leak so we can finish your bath! I'll bet you piss while your husband shaves in the morning! We're all on a very intimate relationship now! You're among friends, Martha. You can either leak in the john or in the bath! That's up to you!"
"Oooo!" she exclaimed in irritated exasperation. "You're impossible! Nothing but animals!"
"If it'll make you feel better, we'll turn our backs," Frank offered. The two turned their backs on her.
At least they offered her some concession! She sat down and sent a flood into the porcelain bowl. Wiping herself, Martha flushed the toilet and stepped into the tub.
The two men turned around. Frank held a rubber hose with some kind of shower attachment to it. He and Stan got into the tub and the water level rose.
"See! What did I tell you?" Stan addressed Martha. "Now you know why I had you shut off the water!"
She watched as Frank attached one end of the hose to the faucet in the tub. He turned on the water, adjusting the temperature. Martha was sitting in the tub, Frank in front of her, Stan, in back. Frank nodded and Stan caught her under the armpits and pulled Martha upright.
Frank brought the nozzle of the spray to her cunt. The initial force startled Martha and she had a sudden urge to take a leak. Stan had a tight grip under her armpits. There was no time for false modesty. Martha voided her bladder.
This water treatment was an exciting episode. The water pressure infused her with renewed vitality. There was a certain tingling sensation resembling the tingling of the vibrators. The vibrators were used internally. It affected her from the inside out. The water spray was working outside in!
Slivers of the forceful water jet cut the tender sensitive flesh of her clitoris. The flesh remained intact but the feeling of the water's pressure gave Martha that impression. She found the effect exquisite torture. Her body wriggled in Stan's grip. His hands dug into her armpits as the tremendous spray continued to titillate her erogenous flesh. She ignored the discomfort.
Tilting her head back, Martha closed her eyes. She relished this divine erotic water play. Every sexual encounter she was having was bringing her new values.
A slow churning in her loins gathered momentum. Soon, the momentum was a rushing juggernaut. Her pelvis thrust upward seeking the magnetism of the taunting water pressure. She arched her back, pushing her cunt forward.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" she urged in a husky whispered plea.
"Later, in bed!" Frank answered.
He turned off the water and ordered Stan to put her down. "Finish your bath!" Frank ordered as the two men stepped out of the tub. They dried themselves off, watching Martha soak in the tub.
She finished her bath, letting the warm water soak into tired limbs. The constant pressure on them from being tied up had taken its' toll.
"Okay, princess!" Stan announced. "Time to get out and go beddy-bye!"
Martha stepped out of the tub and towelled herself dry. They moved out of the bathroom in a procession and entered her bedroom.
"There's only room in the bed for two!" Martha told them. "We can't all sleep together. Suppose you two sleep together and I'll take the couch!"
Frank laughed. "Always the perfect hostess!" He turned to Stan. "Okay with you if I sleep with her tonight?"
Stan nodded. "Sure! After all, it's your party! I'm just a guest! I'll sleep on the couch. Just make sure you lock her up for the night!" He tossed him a leather cuff.
"You're... you're not going to lock me up while I sleep?" Martha asked. "I'll be uncomfortable!"
"Better you should be uncomfortable then we should find you out of bed cutting our throats while we sleep!" Stan answered.
Martha gasped. "I... I wouldn't do such a horrible thing!"
"Stan didn't mean that literally! It was a hyperbole!" Frank explained. "It would be embarrassing to have you escape or call the police while we slept!"
It was hopeless arguing with him. She stretched out on the bed and made herself comfortable. A handcuff was fastened to her wrist and to the bed.
"Good night, Stan! See you in the morning!"
Frank said.
"Pleasant dreams!" Stan replied. "Good night, Martha! Save some goodies for me!"
She felt frustrated and annoyed. "Go fuck yourself!" she swore.
"I'd love to!" Stan purred back, "But I'd rather do it to you. See you tomorrow!"
Stan switched off the main light and walked out. She was aware of Frank's hand moving over her hip towards her snatch.
Damn! she swore in silence. These bastards are like machines! I'll never get any sleep tonight!