Chapter 6
"Ahhhh.. . Good morning, all!"
This cheery greeting came from Albert Townsend, who had stuck his head into the maid's room where Wendy was imprisoned.
That's what she was a prisoner.
She now was far gone in a private world. She was still bound and spread, as she had been before, but now she was gagged, too.
Gagged with Barbara's pussy-soaked panties.
Soiled crotch turned to the outside, the wadded panties had been stuffed into Wendy's mouth to keep her quiet.
An old stocking, shot through with runs, was employed to hold the panty gag in Wendy's mouth so she could not spit it out.
The stocking circled the lower half of her face, gripping between her jaws, knotted behind the back of her head.
The gag prevented words, and muffled sounds, but did not prevent them from being heard.. . and Wendy was quite vocal in her way.
Humming filled the room.. . electronic humming, buzzing from a pair of vibrators held by Barbara and Paula.
Barbara sat on the bed (her bed and many a night had she spent on it, bound like Wendy and subjected to delicious erotic torment).
Barbara employed her vibrator on Wendy's breasts.
Paula's stool was moved farther down along the bed, and was drawn up at the midpoint of Wendy's straining pink body.
Paula ran her vibrator in the area of Wendy's crotch.
Wendy's face was red, sleek with sweat. Her body was taut. Her breasts felt swollen, weighty.. . her nipples were angry stiff points.
Bosom flesh rippled under the humming head of the vibrator as it slid across it, rippling, pressing into the bosom flesh.
Barbara wrote great circles around the breasts, starting at the bases, working ever-in to the nipples.
Paula followed a similar process between the girl's legs.
Wendy was overcome.
Barbara smiled at her mistress.
"It's so exciting! Making her come against her will!"
"Isn't it?" Paula grinned. "Let's do it again!"
Wendy's body had betrayed her, and she regarded it bitterly, when she could think at all, which wasn't often, not with the way that pair of vibrators worked on her.
Hard for her to even maintain a straight line of thought! in the face of those damnably buzzing vibrators!
Wendy's body had doubly betrayed her -she had climaxed once from the eating given her in her sleep by Barbara; and she had come again, only minutes ago, from the pair of vibrators being used against her.
Wendy's body was all taut muscle under smooth skin. She shivered. Veins stood out on her forehead. Her face burned hot red.
Fitfully, futilely, she strained against her bonds.
Leather creaked and chains jangled as she writhed.
Most frightening to Wendy was the way her mind kept drifting off, falling into the abyss of bodily pleasure which beckoned her.
Wendy tried to keep some core of her personality intact, some grain of resistance.
But when she could not prevent her flesh from orgasming, it was hard to keep on fighting! So hard, to fight pleasure!
Barbara was only Paula's tool, and both femmes were wickedly skilled in the knowledge of all secret female tender spots which come alive with a touch.
They used that knowledge to help corrupt Wendy.
Perhaps it was the aftereffect of the sedative she had been administered, but she had great difficulty in thinking straight.
She kept catching herself drifting, allowing the great tides of pleasure to sweep her along, so she drifted on them like a boat slipping down river.
She would be just about to give herself up to pleasure then some sound from Barbara or Paula would remind Wendy of her captive condition.
Then panic would well up in her, competing with the body pleasure which poured out of her from constant over-stimulation.
Her mind and will was like a trapped bird beating its wing against the cage which keeps it captive.
Wendy's resistance was once more starting to crumble, when -
"Good morning, all!"
Barbara and Aunt Paula turned to meet the newcomer.
It was Albert Townsend. He wore pale mint-green silk pajamas with emerald green piping and a monogram over its left breast pocket.
Over the pajamas he wore a dressing gown, or robe. Slippers completed the ensemble.
He looked like some hedonistic bon vivant who had slept well, and risen to enjoy a civilized Continental breakfast.
"Good morning, darling!" Paula said cheerily.
"Good morning, sir!" said Barbara with respect.
Wendy said a number of things, all of them blocked by the gag stuffed in her mouth.
But the presence of Uncle Albert acted on her pleasure-drugged senses like a dash of cold water in the face.
All her waves of body heat had dizzied and dazed her, sucking her into a dreamy land of pure physicality.
But the intrusion the fact of Uncle Albert's maleness startled Wendy and helped her draw back from the sensual trap into which she was falling.
"I see you ladies are already busy at work!" Albert grinned.
"I thought Wendy was ready for her morning session, Albert!"
"Yes she looks more than ready to me!"
Uncle Albert loomed at the bedside, leering down at her.
How shameful!
All her naked charms all her most intimate maidenly parts were laid nakedly open for his examination.
Wendy's clouded face darkened even more with humiliation.
Humiliation was a storm of emotion which rose up, choking her.
Uncle Albert leaned forward and planted a loving peck on his wife's cheek.
"And how is our bad boy doing this morning, dear?"
"Johnny? Johnny's being well taken care of, Albert!"
Paula's evil smile testified that Johnny's condition was sure to be painful. "Good morning, Barbara."
"Good morning, sir!"
"How does your bottom feel this morning, dear?"
"A bit sore, sir!"
"I shouldn't wonder," Albert chuckled, "after last night!"
Late last night, after Wendy had been sedated and locked in Barbara's room, and while Paula enjoyed her own punishment session with her secured son, Albert had enjoyed some delightful diversions of the flesh with the maid.
Barbara underwent some discipline.. . all for the good of her soul.
Last night, Albert had undressed the girl and put her over his lap.
They were in his bedroom, Albert and Barbara, master and maid.
Barbara was immensely turned on before he even laid a hand on her. She had been vicariously stimulated by the night's activities.
So had Albert, for that matter.
He sat in an armchair, bare from the waist up, wearing slacks, feet bare. Barbara he had stripped naked.
She had climbed across his lap, already trembling with stimulation.
Her heavy-lidded eyes glittered under glazed lust filming them. Her flesh was soft, smooth, pliant, and malleable.
Her nipples were stiff as she draped herself across his knees in the classic punishment position for a spanking.
Her weight was soft and smooth, pressing down on his crotch, where his restless member stirred and strained already.
He arranged her. Her smooth flesh scraped against the tweedy natural fabric of his slacks. Her bush rustled against fabric.
Her lush bottom was turned up to him, for him.
Albert's hands shook as they hovered over that luscious ass. The ass was a pale glowing peach color with pink highlights.
He put his hand on her rump.
Soft smooth bottom flesh seethed with warmth against his hand. He stroked her rear, buttocks soft as butter in his grip.
He clutched a buttock, squeezed, kneaded it.
His other hand crept down between her thighs, wedging them apart and open.
He pressed the tip of his middle finger to the pussy at the proper angle of entry, then worked it inside her.
Barbara was hot as a furnace dripping wet.
Her lubrication allowed him to slip his finger all the way into her.
He hooked his middle finger into her, pressing it so it clamped deep and pressed hard against the slitted pussy lips.
Holding her in place by her pussy, he set to spanking her.
He spanked her with his bare hand.
He was a strong man with a hard-hitting hand. Not that this was a real punishment spanking per se it was done as an erotic diversion.
His seamed palm mashed down quivering bottom cheeks with sharp slapping sounds.
Strong steady spanks took their toll.
The crack of flesh against soft bottom flesh filled the room, echoing off the walls, mixing with Barbara's moans.
Each spank slammed down on her rear, pounding down the bottom flesh, mashing the buttocks, which rippled from the strike.
Albert's penis stiffened as he spanked the maid.
Presently, before Barbara's eyes were fairly moist, Albert's penis stood up in full-fledged feverish erection.
Barbara felt the hardness, thrusting up against her loins which pressed down on them. Her squirmings wriggled her back and forth over it.
His spanking heated her bottom cheeks -first a dull rose color, rising then into deep angry red blotches.
The continuing spanking caused those hot red blotches to expand outward from the centers of the cheeks.
Barbara squirmed but his finger, hooked into her pussy, controlled her as well as any bonds ever could.
As she squirmed from the spanking, she rubbed her pussy back and forth against his finger.. . she positively dripped with juices.
She moaned, her curly haired brunette head hanging down. Her writhing across his rod filled him with sexual stimulation.
Her cries, deep and prolonged, quavered with longing. The more she was spanked, the deeper and more prolonged these cries became.
At last, Barbara squirmed sobbing and humping on his lap as her bottom cheeks burned a hot bright red from his spanking hand.
He broke off the spanking then.
Her bottom flared hot against his hand when he tested it. Heat waves simmered up from the spanked buttocks.
His hands lifted off her.. . his finger disengaged from her pussy, wetness coating it with the thick juices of arousal.
He eased Barbara off his lap.
She stood, hunched forward, face red, tear-streaked. She sobbed, shoulders shaking, stiff-nipples breasts bobbing.
She had her trembling legs bent at the knees.
Albert rose.
His penis was so stiff and swollen that it ached him even in the baggy, loose fitting slacks which he had donned.
Not to worry -
Those pants would trouble him with their tightness no longer, for they were coming down right.. . now!
Along with his undershorts.
A bright sticky patch of clear seminal fluid shone on the head of his cock, pre-come leakage from the thrill of spanking Barbara.
Albert kicked off his pants and shorts, which were down at his ankles, so he was naked as Barbara when he sat back down.
His bare buttocks pressed down into the velvet seat cushions.
His penis stiff, scarlet, seething rose imperiously from his hips, a lance of flesh, thick, swollen.
A faithful, well trained pet, Barbara went to her knees.
She gasped, whimpering from fresh sensations shooting through her red, spanked rear. She reached behind her.
She wanted to rub some of the soreness out of her bottom.
She put her palms on her ass cheeks. But they were still too sore for such cavalier handling, and she moaned aloud.
Her cry of discomfort sexually excited Albert.
His legs were parted, knees spread to the sides, permitting, indeed insisting, on Barbara kneeling between those legs.
He reached forward, the back of his hand brushing her wet face.
The hand came away, wet with her tears. He brought it to his mouth and licked it, a faint taste of salt tingling on his taste buds.
He took hold of his penis with one hand and the back of her head with the other.
He didn't need to pull her head to his erection.
Barbara already was in motion.
Her trembling lips parted. Sweet heat issued from her juicy mouth.
Her perfumed breath oozed, tingling on the head of his cock.
Her open mouth descended over the penis head.
Barbara took the cock head in her mouth and started sucking.
Her lips pressed his shaft below the cock head. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. The suction was slightly incredible.
He pulled her down further.
The moist insides of her ripe lips hugged his shaft, sliding down it as she took his member deep into her mouth.
Her eyes were closed. Fat tears oozed out from below thickly fluttering lashes. Tears dribbled down her face.
Barbara sobbed while she sucked him.
That combination having his erection serviced by a lovely, weeping young woman -was indescribably thrilling to him.
Albert squirmed in his seat. His buttocks were tight-clenched, sweaty, as he squirmed in his seat, pumping his penis in response to her head action.
Her head bobbed up and down, silkily sucking his swollen erection.
His hands pressed her moist face, sticky with tears, warm with blushing heat, and stroked her silken hair.
She did not have to suck him for very long before he came.
When he did, she anticipated. Her head came down, her mouth fully engulfed his member, and she wrapped her mouth around his orgasming rod.
He came.
Barbara sucked up his come, or sucked it down, rather, for she gulped it as it spurted from the head of the coming cock.
Albert gave a final spasm as the last of his semen spurted down her throat.
Barbara had finished her chore just in time, for even as the last few oozing drops issued from Albert's penis, Paula entered the bedroom.
Paula had promised the slave maid a punishment session of her own, for letting her appearance lapse during the crisis.
Albert turned the maid over to his wife, and played with his semi-erect penis while Paula took the girl in hand for carnal chastisement.
Yes, Barbara's bottom had reason to burn bright red this morning!