Chapter 9
Lydia had already realized that her plan of getting the two brothers to sodomize each other, taking turns at it so that both of them took passive and active roles, would never be likely to succeed. There was no way to force them to achieve erections and without having a hard-on, anal penetration and sodomy was relegated to an unrealized dream and not an actual occurrence she would have loved to witness.
But she had other tricks up her sleeve, that's for sure.
Watching them kissing was amusing and humiliating for them, but far too tame for her own raging temperament. So now, annoyed with them for unknowingly winning, at least on the point of buggery, she lashed out with renewed venom and determination.
As if that was not enough, whipping them into cowering tortured shells of men, she ripped off the maid's uniforms until all they had on were their heels, stockings and garter belts, cutting painfully and confiningly into their flesh.
Howling with laughter at the ludicrousness of seeing their limp peckers outlined by the slick tight black straps of their garter belts, Lydia made fast work of continuing her lessons in degradation and submission. By now she was hot and sweaty and the vinyl evening suit was more uncomfortable than arousing. So she took it off and changed into something which they dared not laugh at, for the very sight of it sent fresh shivers of fear coursing: through their pain-racked bodies.
It resembled, at least at first glance, a skin-diver's black rubber wet suit. From neck to ankles, from shoulders to wrists, her curvaceous body shimmered in its tight and second skin of pliant rubber. Every curve of her body was outlined and heightened by the clinging suit she now wore, accented by knee-high boots of gleaming yellow vinyl, equipped with heels so long and spiked that she rose up before them, a virtual amazon possessed of all the ingredients of domination and masculine abuse.
"I see that you two fairies get off on rubber-ware," she snickered, going to her dresser and procuring two blonde stretch wigs she had often made similar use of to further embarrass and debase many others in what had been a long line of former slaves.
She pulled them over their heads, two sausage-curled moppet wigs that made them blush with renewed embarrassment. "If your mama and papa could see their boys now, wouldn't they have a good laugh," she giggled, pushing them to the dresser mirror and forcing them to stare at their reflections in the glass.
Embarrassment mingled with self-disgust and though they pulled at their chains, they were helpless to do anything but stand there, unable to even strike out a blow to free themselves. Thus it was that she worked with impunity, putting on bright red lipstick on both of their pouting mouths, further adding to their bizarre and demeaning appearance by using turquoise blue eye shadow to tint their upper lids.
Mascara and lash curlers were the final touches and when she was finished their faces were painted like two ladies of the night. The brothers said nothing, not wanting to add to her evident pleasure at their considerable discomfort.
"How fetching, how absolutely sickeningly adorable," she snorted, pleased with the humiliating effect the feminine undergarments, the uncomfortable high heels and clinging garter belts and stockings, and now the heavy use of makeup, had all combined to produce.
But now that she had made them up into grotesque dollies, it was time to take a breather and enjoy their masculine appetites, libidos still honed sharp by the sight of her lush and succulent body. And so she cleverly demonstrated the wet suit's special construction, removing a previously unnoticed panel that adhered to the suit by means of adhesive cloth strips.
She peeled it away and exposed her cunt and much of her rounded butt, her bum furrow in particular. Then, with a display of bravado and fearlessness, she rearranged their bonds, securing their hands behind their backs with two additional pairs of cufflinks. Satisfied that they could neither escape nor harm her, with or without Count's guarding presence in the room, she pushed Jeremy down onto his knees and ordered him to get busy.
"Start sucking your guts out, boy," she snapped, shoving her muff in his face. And the instant his long raspy-edged tongue thrust out from beneath his lip-sticked mouth, she glanced over at Seth and pushed him down behind her. "See that, boy?" she said, pointing to her lush wiggling butt. "I want a rim job to end all others, is that quite clear? Or do I have to spell it out and tell you to eat my ass out, little man, little man with a big cock and no balls to go along with it!"
He nodded his head and bent down to face her creamy-white buns. His hands were pinioned behind his back, but she didn't hesitate to spread her buttocks wide, opening them and revealing the pink rosebud that was her sphincter ring. Her asshole twitched, and when he bent his head forward, Seth was rewarded with a gamy though not unpleasant odor, musky and slightly sour with the smell of excrement. She would have enjoyed shitting over his face and forcing him to eat her turds, but such coprophilic excesses, uro-lagnia -- forcing him to drink her pee -- as well, were best practiced when she was naked and in the bathroom.
And now she wanted the pleasure of feeling his tongue sliding in and out of her scrumptious and hot little butt. That it did, less than a minute later. He thrust his tongue out even as he heard his brother slurping wildly.
It struck him as strange that after having suffered as much and for as long as he had, he was still into this, not having to be forced or tortu-rously compelled to service her. It delighted him to run his tongue up and down her sweaty and twitching bum furrow and then to dab saliva all around the multitude of tender folds and pitted creases which marked her sunken bottom-hole.
"Shove it in there, little man!" she cried out then, shuddering from the combined and stimulating effects of both of their tongues.
Seth rammed his tongue right inside, for she was still holding her creamy-white nether globes wide apart, stretching her anus so that he had no trouble making contact. He held his tongue as stiffly and rigidly as he could and shoved it right into place. The tight dry and spongy walls of her rectum seemed to rush forward to greet him, embracing his tongue with their hot undulating flesh.
She worked her sphincter muscles back and forth, clenching and unclenching them and moaning all the while. And as if this wasn't enough, as an added inducer she stopped them long enough to procure a weapon guaranteed to split skulls should they try any ruses or strate-gems to escape.
One look at the instrument of pain and they hurried to continue what they had stopped a moment before. Because now, as their tongues skidded in and out of her body, she whirled a mace above her head, a Valkyrie maiden if ever there was one.
The mace was a detailed reproduction of the real thing, a Medieval torture device that consisted of a long iron club which ended in a rounded and spiked iron ball. Originally de-signed to break armor, it was equally adept at breaking bones.
Its ominous whoosh as she twirled it like a baton above her head impelled them to give it their all. Jeremy worked just as hard and diligently as his brother. His blonde-wigged head bobbed back and forth and his tongue slid deeper and deeper into the wet and pulpy depths of her juicy trench.
When Seth had gotten his own tongue as far inside of her shuddering and convulsing asshole as he possibly could, his lips pressed flat against her sweaty bum furrow, Lydia let go of her ass and with her one free hand, managed to splay back the thick drooping and ragged-edged outer lips of her meaty trench.
Now her reddened and sopping wet clit and vulva were revealed to Jeremy Garrick's wide and staring eyes, He looked at her cunt with obvious and heated lust, trying to divorce it from the rest of her, trying to look upon it as a box and not part of Lydia Rinaldo, a woman whose very being he despised and hated with every fiber in his tortured and pain-racked body.
And so he had no trouble satisfying her, slurping like a wild man, digging his tongue so far inside that he was able to feel his brother's tongue moving on the other side, separated only by the thin taut divisional membrane which divided her rectum from her vagina.
"That's it, boys, lick me good, eat me, everywhere, more you cocksucking faggots, more!" she screamed, brandishing the mace with terrifying authority, commanding them to kneel before in sexual homage that defied description.
But at least they were being spared pain, so far that it. The more that lapped, tonguing and eating her out with pistoning jabbing strokes, the more aroused they all became, Lydia in particular. She groaned with savage need and rising sexual impatience, wanting to come and spray her juices down over the face of young Jeremy Garrick.
Her body writhed back and forth, her hips corkscrewing and plunging forward, her ass bucking and heaving up against Seth's face as well. They worked like demons, prolonging the time between blows, giving themselves a kind of unspoken rest between torturing bouts of sadistic punishment.
It seemed to be working, too.
Lydia was now almost there, beside herself with delight. Her defenses were down as she flowed with the rippling tingling surges of pleasure which were now flooding her cunt. And the more they sucked, the more they ate her out and worked on her body, the more aroused they all became.
One glance at each of them confirmed the fact that their potency and virility was still intact. For even though they had both suffered horribly at her torturing hands, nothing could stop their cocks from arching up towards their stomachs.
The two meaty lengths of throbbing manflesh bobbed back and forth, each cock glistening with leaking pre-come, pearly fluid which dribbled out of the bulbous and blood-engorged heads of their massive arms of meat.
She knew how pleasurable it would be to savor them, to have one and then the other stored between her legs, filling her and giving her the kind of heated and burning pleasure her body seemed to demand like an addictive drug, an opiate of sensuality.
And that was how she made her one big mistake, that fatal error in judgment. Too aroused by this time to be able to even think straight, Lydia knew what she needed and went about getting it, never thinking or taking the time to figure out the details in her mind, that she was leaving herself wide open for a counter-attack by either of the Garrick brothers.
But if she didn't realize it, they didn't take their time putting two and two together. Having gotten so turned on, foaming at the mouth with wild rabid sexual excitement, she suddenly pushed them aside, threw the mace onto the bed and sank back, her head and shoulders resting against the mattress, her legs planted stolidly on the floor by the foot of the bed."
"Come on, you faggots," she moaned. "Who's man enough for me?" Her eyes bored down between their legs, ogling one cock and then the other.
They exchanged a glance that said more than a hundred words and then Seth Garrick didn't hesitate to shuffle forward, still weighed down by the ball and chain. He moved between her legs, held his tongue and pushed himself blindly forward. Unable to hold onto his cock or guide it into place, for his hands were handcuffed behind his back, he nevertheless made a wild stab.
Lydia, however, had her hands free and now she needed to be fucked as she hadn't needed it in weeks, or so it seemed to her at the time. She reached out, moaning and writhing on the bed, grabbed hold of his thick meaty weapon and guided it home, right between the wet drooping lips that marked her overheated cunt furrow.
The instant his cock made contact, his glans stuffed into her vulva, squashing and frictioning against her clit, Lydia let go of his pecker and Seth knew what to do after that. His weight centered at his hips, he plunged recklessly forward, beside himself with wild raging sexual passion and lust.
For the moment, even escape didn't enter his mind. Only the promise of pleasure was all he thought upon as he drove his hammer-headed dong deeper and deeper into the tight wet depths of her luscious muff. He thrust agilely and excitedly, watching the way the outer lips of her musky trench were peeled back, clinging tightly to the rounded blood-engorged shaft of his penis.
"Yeah, more you fucker, more, fuck me like a man, not like a baby," she said, reviling him even though her pleasure had already been ensured.
She savored the way the wide length of his plunging cock-shaft stretched her cunt walls farther and farther apart. And when he was all the way inside of her pussy, his balls knocked against her ass and his hairy crotch rubbed over her pubic bush, the two of them linked as closely as was physically possible.
Seth began to stroke, hard lunging motions, one after another. He was incensed, driven wild by what he was doing, but his brother, after remaining silent and watchful, almost jealous of what Seth was now enjoying, realized that he had a job to do as well. For if anything, this was a diversionary tactic, one that Lydia had unwittingly designed all by herself.
Thus, she was hardly aware that she had allowed Jeremy to stand there and do nothing. Only Count kept his eyes on them, but the dog was certainly not gifted with human intelligence and had no way of reading Jeremy Garrick's mind.
So when Seth's younger brother began to shuffle slowly and cautiously around, Count remained where he was, guarding by the door. He howled, almost in response to Lydia's loud savage groans, and whimpers of terror.
Jeremy knew that he had to be as silent and unassuming as possible and he prayed the woman wouldn't come and push his brother off of her until he had gotten hold of the mace she had thoughtlessly thrown down behind her on the bed a few minutes before.
Seth caught him moving around out of the corner of his eye, but kept a straight face, not betraying his inner sense of burgeoning relief. The latter was linked to his tumultuous pleasure and he knew he wasn't going to stop for anything in the world, that now he would fuck her until she was blind and used up like a wet dish cloth.
He seared her cunt again and again, his strokes volleying, rhythmic and vigorous. The more he pummelled and plowed into her hot juicy quim, the closer she got to that electrically charged incandescent moment when the fireworks would go off, the rockets would burst and she would come and claw at him with wild frenzied sexual ecstasy.
She humped forward, all eyes to the way his cock was charging like a steed, sliding and furrowing its way in and out of her hot and twitching muff. More and more cunt juice spilled down the walls of her well-filled muff, coating his shaft until it shone and glistened in the light.
It was a tight fit, one that rubbed his meat raw. But Seth loved it, every bit of it. He was panting, moaning as loudly as Lydia, his cries of sexual delight masking his brother's slow and stealthy advance towards the mace.
He dragged the heavy iron ball along the floor, glad that there was a carpet to dull some of the noise it made as it thumped along behind him. And then, even before she realized what was happening, he leaned forward and wrapped his fingers around the handle of the odious and bone-crushing weapon.
It was heavier than he'd first thought, but no problem to deal with. He pulled it off the bed and since his hands were already handcuffed behind his back, stepped away with it, concealing it behind him. Lydia saw him standing there, but she was so close to coming that nothing else seemed to matter.
For at that split-second she went off like a roman candle, her climax erupting with customary vigor and heated energy. She raked her nails over his arms and shoulders and screamed out like a vixen, hot gushes of sap signalling her release. Her vaginal muscles fibrillated uncontrollably and their renewed pressure and tight constricting grips around his cock-shaft aided Seth in finally going over the edge and joining her in the pleasure of her heated and searing release.
"Yeah, more, more, you shit, more," she moaned, thrashing against him. Her legs kicked out spasmodically and then he stiffened and flowed with his own tumultuous and badly needed release.
The first convulsive throbs coursed through his body, down through his churning swinging nuts and then down along the hidden and deeply ensheathed length of his pecker. And then his come began to gush out, cascading like a fountain.
Hot gobbets of his creamy seed sprayed and splashed into the depths of her burning quim. She could feel his tool ejaculating, the muscular contractions were that intense, but she felt drained and too exhausted to push him off of her. And that, needless to say, was mistake number two.
For the added few seconds gave quick-thinking Jeremy Garrick the time he needed to complete what he had set out to do. He shuffled towards Count and the dog growled, but his low-pitched barks were muffled by the loud frenzied moans Seth was making, half of them feigned and the other half real and actually felt.
More and more hot thick come poured into her trench, her pussy becoming slippery and mushier than before. And as he pressed his sweaty crotch flush against her pussy, he glanced back for an instant, just in time to see his brother making his move.
It was certainly not easy to use the mace, especially with his hands linked and secured behind his back. But Jeremy knew that he had to try, even if the dog attacked him in the process. And so when he moved to Count and tried to swing the spiked head of the mace down against the Great Dane's powerfully muscled body, Count sprang up, ready to attack.
He hurled himself forward like a panther leaping on its unsuspecting prey. Only this prey was a man, and a man who had been prepared for just this kind of contingency. He dodged the attack, slipped boldly to the side with the chain clanking against his leg, took aim and brought the mace down once again.
A loud gurgled roar that ended in a series of plaintive moans was the result of his well-aimed blow. He had caught the dog right across the top of the head and though Count was far from dead, he sank back into unconsciousness, temporarily put out of commission by the force of the blow, by the impact of the mace head against his bony skull.
Lydia heard the dog's groan of pain and she glanced quickly towards the door. One look was all she needed and she tried to push Seth off of her. Despite his immobilized hands, he held on while his brother hurried back to finish what he had started.
"You fuckers, you little pigs! You'll never stop me, never, never!" she screamed, trying desperately to hurl Seth off of her.
But he managed to hold on, as if for dear life, which it was, needless to say. Adrenalin flowed into his bloodstream, giving him renewed vigor and the determination to win, to subdue her and free himself and his brother from their torture and shackles.
Thus it was that Jeremy was able to get close enough to use the mace once again. He had less trouble getting in a well-aimed blow, using less strength than he had on the dog, for he certainly didn't want murder to enter this already sordid and horrifying set of events.
It was all over in another instant.
The head of the fiendish looking mace came down with a dull thud against the top of her skull and a last agonized and wild cry caught in her throat as her eyes rolled up to expose the whites and Lydia Rinaldo sank back against the bed.
"Man, let's get the fucking keys and get out of here," Jeremy told his brother, looking down at Lydia as she lay there, sprawled out on the bed, her legs and half of her butt hanging over the edge. She slipped down as Seth gasped for breath and pulled his half-erect pecker out of her muff.
It was coated with a thick slippery and creamy-white deposit of come and cunt juice and more cream and after-come dribbled out of the head of his tool to trickle to the floor. He staggered to his feet and they hobbled under their weights to the dresser, looking desperately for the keys to unshackle them, the keys which fit the handcuffs and the keys for the ball and chains.
Lydia hadn't thought twice about leaving them out in plain view, having never supposed that what had just taken place could ever possibly happen. And the minute they saw them on top of the dresser, it took less than two minutes for them to release each other. First the handcuffs went and then the balls and their lengths of clanking chain.
They worked quickly and efficiently, tying up Count as soon as they had freed themselves from their shackles. There was an abundance of rope and chains around, needless to say, which they made good use of, tying a gag around the dog's muzzle so that he would be unable to bark and attract any undue attention by his loud frenzied roars.
"Now what?" Jeremy asked his brother, for Seth didn't seem to be in any hurry to leave. He had dreamed of just such a moment as this, even before he'd called his brother and begged him for his assistance. And now that the moment was here at long last, he wanted to take the tine to relish it, even if only for another hour or two. So it was that he told Jeremy what he had on his mind. At first, the younger of the two Garrick brothers was a bit hesitant and doubtful, wanting to get the hell out of Stockton and as soon as possible.
But when he realized that if things were done properly Lydia would be in no position to make trouble for them, he finally agreed to go along with Seth's proposals. And when the latter were stated so as to include a highly unusual and painful bout of double-fucking, Jeremy was absolutely convinced.
Count had already been taken care of, tied and gagged, bound with tight lengths of stout hemp cording. He was out of the picture and they turned their attentions to Lydia Rinaldo. First, they removed all of her clothing, stripping the wet suit off of her until she lay there on the bed, still unconscious and now stark and utterly naked, absolutely inviting and tantalizing as well.
Next their own clothes came off, the wigs, the garter belts and the stockings, for they'd already kicked off their high heels. Then, they quickly rubbed most of the makeup off their faces and attended to the question of how to tie up Lydia so that they could enjoy her body, her asshole and her cunt, without having to worry about her managing to escape their clutches.
This was solved rather cleverly, for they dragged her back down the hall into her own bedroom, there to make use of the large chrome bed she had utilized on numerous occasions, to immobilize Seth. They attached individual wristlets and anklets to her four limbs and from these lengths of chain reinforced with rope, rope which was eventually pulled like pulleys over the top support of the bed and then tied tightly to the upright chrome posts at the head and foot of the bed.
Once this was accomplished, they took a breather, stepping back to observe their clever handiwork. Lydia Rinaldo's naked and unconscious body was suspended in the air, her arms and legs spread-eagled and tied to the four posts of the chrome bed through the clever use of ropes and iron chains.
She was almost a foot off the mattress and the bed was so constructed, the pulleys so skillfully arranged, that the large chrome structure barely creaked from its weight load. "Who give a fuck if it's necrophilia," laughed Seth. "She'll come to, I assure you, once we get started, anyway."
He found a jar of cold cream on top of her vanity and unscrewed the top, lubricating is cock so he wouldn't rub his meat raw. He was anxious to plow right into Lydia's asshole while his brother fucked her cunt, hammering his own rapidly hardening pecker right between her thighs and the come-smeared lips of her naked and juicy split.
Jeremy didn't even wait for an invitation.
As soon as he saw his brother using the cold cream to lubricate his dong, a few strokes with his hand and he was raring to go, his cock rising up and throbbing with almost painful insistence. He needed to pour his come down her trench, needed to vent some of his pent-up passions as well as his pent-up angers.
He was far from being a sadist and neither Jeremy nor his brother were emotionally equipped or temperamentally suited to get back at Lydia in the same fashion as she had used to torture them. They were not turned on to whipping her, even though their bodies bore a multitude of scars and bruises from her savage bouts of punishment.
No, they would not go down to her animalistic level, reduced to snarling dominators practicing the age-old adage, "A tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye." But by fucking her, the two of them at the same time, they'd still be able to get back at her.
She would feel pain all right, for Lydia was a woman who had never allowed herself to be cornholed and fucked up the ass. Sodomy was a "treat" she reserved for her male slaves. As a result, she had come to think of it as a form of loathsome degradation, never allowing a man to bugger her.
But now Seth Garrick was going to change all of that, and painfully and torturously so, at that. Meanwhile, Jeremy was already crouched between Lydia's spread-eagled thighs. She was still unconscious, her breasts rising and falling as she breathed deeply and regularly. But that didn't stop him in the least.
Hesitation or reluctance was the farthest thing from his mind. He gripped his steely yard-arm and pushed the leaking bulbous glans flush against her come-smeared cunt furrow. And then, with a single well-aimed and heated thrust, rammed himself forward and managed to horse himself right up to the hairy root with one burst of motion and energy.
He pounded his rod all the way into place until his glans tipped her cervix and banged against her womb. And then, stroking with one rapid energetic lunge after another, he watched his brother moving forward, just as turned on as he was.
They had purposely tied her up so that she was suspended off the bed, hanging in midair as it were. Thus, with a certain amount of gymnastics, Seth was able to maneuver his own hard and meaty dick right up against her forbidden portal, the tiny rosebud that was her previously untouched and unfucked asshole.
Jeremy leaned forward so that his brother could store his cock into place and Seth first raised the leg ropes a little higher so that he would have more room to operate. Once this was accomplished, he was able to move with a little more certainty and with one hand he spread her buns apart while he used his other hand to guide his massive hardon back against her bottom-hole.
Cold cream was smeared over her tight little aperture and once he had gotten himself into position, once Jeremy held himself steady until his brother had horsed himself completely, Seth thrust forward with all of his might.
There was no need to hold back, to be slow and gentle. He rammed forward with a wild cry of triumph and no sooner had he managed to store the entire nine-inch length of his throbbing poker into the tight dry depths of her poopshute, when Lydia Rinaldo's eyes blinked and opened wide.
"Did you have a nice little sleep, my precious?" Seth asked her, mocking and imitating her tone of voice as he began to slam and pound his penis in and out of her butt. And, at the same time, Jeremy snickered and lashed out, one hard throbbing thrust after another.
As for Lydia Rinaldo, what more can be said? After all, crime doesn't pay ... or does it?