NOTE- Not my book, but growing up I used to see these naughty image books on my uncle's used book door shelves and couldn't wait for him to drink himself silly so I could read them. Many had incestuous and or under aged themes. I apologize in advance if the author who would have wrote this in the 50's 0r 60's suggest those themes.
Katie's Pain Lesson
By Craig Esposito
I live for my senses. Touch, sound, smell, taste and sight. I am a very sensitive person, Enjoy!
Chapter 6
That afternoon I got a more traditional engagement ring. The kind that goes on the third finger, left hand. Quite a rock. It was worth more than all my possession combined, so naturally I just loved it.
I concluded that having access to vast amounts of money had many rewards. But quite frankly, with or without money, I would have taken Jason.
Again that evening I dinned in my colored buff and was getting use to the fact. I can't say that I was totally comfortable with the situation, but it was becoming more and more familiar. Hell, just the leering looks Jason sent my way made it worth adjusting to.
I wondered when he would take the act public so to speak. I knew he would eventually, that was a foregone conclusion. I dreaded and looked forward to it happening, wondering just how it would be done. Where it would happen and under what circumstances.
But thoughts of the future weren't nearly as interesting as current events. Events in the form of good old Johnny again whipping ass in the dinning room. This time his wife's as she spilled wine on the tablecloth.
Ten hefty strokes later, I again concluded that I had gotten myself into quite a household. Yes sirree, the potential things that I could observe and join in were really amazing, if one stopped to consider them. Which, I must admit, I did. With relish.
After dinner I had to pose my very marred body for Jason to take pictures of, to send to his parents and family. He explained that they had to have visual proof that he was maintaining the family traditions.
I got a thrill out of each and every click of the camera. I must admit that I followed each and every suggestion he offered. His parents would get a good look at all of me from tits, to pussy and clit ring, to ass. Even I admit to getting carried away before he again stored the camera after giving the exposed role to one of the servants to have processed.
Thinking about his family, I was sure they would prove different. Just how different I had yet to learn. But looked forward to the introductions.
With the camera again in storage an idea came me and before I even gave it deliberate consideration, I was voicing it to Jason as we made our way out of the room he had selected for the picture session.
"I have a request," I informed him as he turned to look at me.
"Which is?"
"Well, I have a been observing and hearing about your unusual staff and I was curious."
"About what, Kate? What's got your attention now?"
"Your staff. More specifically, observing them. Is that possible?"
"You mean a discipline session? Want to play the voyeur?"
"Well, yea. I mean after all, you have been giving me a glimpse here and there. Last night with Betsy and Charles, this morning with the weights and the ass strapping just a while ago. Do they get into more heavy action? If so, is it planned or just spontaneous in nature?"
"Actually, a bit of both."
"Well? Explain."
"My pleasure," Jason said as we passed through a hallway and continued walking as he spoke. "Some of the action is spontaneous, as you saw during our meals today. As I said, offenses are punished swiftly and without recourse. Any male seeing an infraction does the correcting."
"Then comes the more elaborate activities. As the staff, both male and female, is totally dedicated to our chosen life-style we do plan some activities to keep everyone happy. Sometimes it is planned on the couple basis, I'm sure some activities happen on an almost daily basis between couples, either in the privacy of their rooms or in one of the specialized rooms.
"At other times it can include the entire staff. That usually happens at least once a month or so. All seem to enjoy the variety of different partners, to observe different techniques and desires. It broadens one's horizons and keeps the interest up for all concerned. We've had those in a variety of places from the dungeon to the woods, depending on personal requests."
"Really? Sounds interesting. Tell me about some of the highlights."
"Well, one time we all trooped out to the woods behind the house and had a grand time. Tree limbs were heavily pulled upon as gals hung from them as the guys used only natural weapons such as branches and so forth. Another time a theme of the Inquisition was chosen. The rack got a real workout that night. Then there have been fantasy nights where all dressed according to the theme: pirates, Indians, doctor and nurse, water sports and baby nights."
"All in all, we are very imaginative. But at these special times everything is pre-approved. Nothing can be done that is not wanted. For instance, Susan, of the weights this morning, does not enjoy harsh attention to her pussy nor to her tits, except for the weights that she seems fascinated with. But she loves her ass blistered beyond belief. So, during the special days, it is her choice to accept or decline what is done to her by all concerned."
"But with each gal liking or disliking various activities, all the males are content and enjoy those days just as much, or more than the gals. Then there is the variety, too. Just like you. You like to have more than me attend you during certain activities. Variety is the spice of life for all of us. That is one reason I readily agreed to your request when Charles paddled your ass. We may have more or less permanent relationships with others but all of us like to branch out from time to time."
Just listening to Jason speak I was getting hot and ready for some variety of my own. But as I took serious inventory of my body I had to conclude that it was a bit battered and the worse for wear. The back of me could definitely take more, but not the front, especially my newly ringed clit.
"So what about tonight? Anything planned for it?"
I saw Jason's eyes take a similar inventory of my body as he paused as if to collect his thoughts. "Perhaps tonight would be a perfect time for you to play the voyeur. I'll check on what arrangements have been made. Okay?"
"It's got my vote. I will admit that the front of me is a bit rare, but I could stand a little ass and back attention, if not too severe."
By that time we had reached the master bedroom and Jason escorted me in, telling me take a refreshing shower while he did a bit of questioning to see what was on the agenda for the night.
I thought a shower was just what I needed as we parted company. The warm, soothing spray washed away many minor aches and pains and erased a nagging tiredness that had been creeping up on me. After drying body and hair, I curled up on the bed and laid back to await Jason's return and easily slipped into sleep.
A warm liquid feeling coursed through me, sending tingling currents throughout my blood stream as I imagined warm hands caressing me. Then it occurred to me that it was no dream. It was real, in the form of Jason cuddled up next to me as his hands explored my oh so willing body as his lips dipped into an ear and along my neck.
"Muummmm what a way to wake up," I managed to get out between enticing shivers.
"I must admit, it was a tempting sight. A naked female sleeping on my bed," he murmured as his hand slid into my suddenly moist track and his fingers snaked inside me. That action brought me fully awake and very eager to continue.
Two, then three fingers sank into my warm depths and twirled around creating a blissful havoc. Slowly turning, I wrapped sleep warmed arms around Jason's neck and pulled him closer. The instant my nipples touched his bare chest they hardened to full arousal and my body was totally committed to the goal of finding fulfillment.
I laid there in total anticipation, letting Jason set the mood and tone. When he withdrew his fingers from my pussy and reentered them in my cock virginal ass I didn't even pause in accepting them. The dildos and Betsy's hand from the previous night made his entry more than acceptable. I, too, thought it time that a cock was introduced into that opening as I spread my legs allowing easier entrance.
"Ah, ready for an ass fuck?" he whispered against the juncture of neck and shoulder.
"Mummmm, it's got my vote. After all, it was opened now wasn't it?"
"To be sure. Opened, but not slack by any stretch of the imagination. I can hardly wait for my cock to sink into this snug, clinging track."
Passions rising rapidly, I saw no reason for delaying what both of us wanted. In one fluid movement, I rolled over, disengaging his hand in the process, and brought myself over onto my stomach. As Jason rearranged himself beside me, I got my knees under me and raised my ass in offering. A true offering. It was long past time for my ass to get acquainted with his cock.
Legs splayed, tush tipped up, I turned my head on the bed and looked back. "Well, what are you waiting for? An engraved invitation?"
He smiled. His hand reached out and caressed my flared cheeks. "I wanted to enjoy the sight for a while, but if the lady is so demanding..."
I watched with a smile on my face as Jason knelt behind me, cock in hand. True, I had been opened but the artificial dildos were nothing in comparison to the real live thing. Warm, silky cock head ironed out the wrinkles of my brownie and slid in with ease as the rest of his magnificent shaft followed. Wider and wider I opened as he went deeper.
I was more than ready. I could literally feel my chute sucking and tugging at his heated flesh and when the crinkling hairs of his groin touched my sensitive ass, that was it. With his first plunge I was coming. My chute twitched and tugged him deeper as he tried to withdraw.
"Aahhhh yessss... ahhhhh yeessss."
The real thing was a thousand times better than artificial. This was what my body wanted, what it needed. I slammed back into his driving hips, grinding him as deep as he could go inside me as the tremors just kept coming and coming. My rock hard nipples scraped across the bedding, my clit throbbed and my ass was in heaven with each inward or outward drive.
Eyes clenched shut, it was my ears that first registered the slight change in activities. My ass registered it second, mapping the exact dimensions of Jason's hand. Wow! Spanking and fucking at the same time.
"Yyyesssssssahhhhhhh..."
I snapped my eyes open to catch the action behind me and saw Jason raise his hand for the next stroke. I tipped my ass up, welcoming the stimuli he was offering as my ass clamped down on his thrusting rod. It was unbelievable and fantastic. Until the moment of first contact of his hand to my ass it occurred to me that up until then our love making had been very gentle, which I must admit I enjoyed. But that addition of a hand to ass... well, it was just grand. My brain and body gladly accepted the addition and I went into overdrive.
Quite frankly I'm not real sure how Jason stayed with me. My body was all over the place. I was twisting, turning, moaning, groaning and flopping all over the bed as he continued to fuck and spank my ass. It wasn't really painful, but oh was it stimulating as hell. The added ingredient that added that special spark to my life.
Both hands crashed into my ass over and over. They became a blur as I felt his cock expanding inside me. Expanding and exploding. And I was a goner. I became total sensations that seemed to last for years as I hung there in passion's limbo for eons as my dark passage drank his donation and we crashed onto the bed.
Warm hands traveled my shaking body trying to ease me back to a more normal state as I reveled in my emotions. I wanted to crawl into him. Keep him with me forever and ever just as we were that moment in time. But as always I returned, and that was good too. To be held in his embrace, to be caressed was cherishing, too, as his lips kissed and teased my ear and neck.
"You know," he whispered in my ear, "if we don't get up from here you'll miss the night's activities in the garage."
"Garage? What's happening in the garage?"
"Maggie issued a challenge to all the men for tonight."
My interest was instantly piqued as I recalled our earlier conversation. "Who is Maggie? And what was her challenge?"
"She's one of the kitchen aides who happens to have a craving for multiple attention. Her challenge was: could the men make her cry quits in a gang rape scene."
"Gang rape?"
"Yea, one of her fantasies. She wants to fight instead of submit. She has limited them in what they can use. Only what they normally wear is allowed. No special equipment is to be used during the rape and it must occur in the garage as if they had broken in and trapped her. Care to watch?"
I was sitting up before he finished his question. "Let's go. Come on, we might miss something."
I practically drug Jason down the stairs and through the house as we made our way to the garage.
It was deserted.
Not a light was on. No people could be seen.
"Well, where are they?" I asked as we came to a stop at the door.
The rascal had the nerve to smile as he held up his watch and showed it to me. "Impatient, aren't you? It's not set until ten after. Come on, turn off the lights and let's find a place to watch."
A minute later the lights were again off and Jason and I were huddled up on the end of a workbench on one side of the garage. It was eerie sitting there in the dark, the moonlight coming in through the windows as we waited for the rape to begin.
It was almost like waiting for a movie to start. We knew the basics of the movie but not the actuality. Somehow I thought I should have a box of popcorn in my hand as I wiggled into his arms to help keep warm.
Out in the darkness I could hear heels clicking on the pavement. Each step got closer and closer. The door opened and the light was flipped on. A stunning redhead walked in and closed the door behind her. That, I assumed, must be Maggie.
As she fumbled in her purse, play acting looking for car keys, I gave her my full attention.
About five six or so, she had the most beautiful red hair I had ever seen, and there was plenty to see. It hung long and free to the small of her back. This redhead had no freckles, but a pale complexion that vivid green eyes set off to perfection. Her body was nothing to sneeze about either.
Full, upstanding tits filled her tank top to almost overflowing. Long, long legs came out of skimpy satin shorts that showed a hint of ass cheeks peaking out of them. And everything in between hair and heels was perfectly proportioned. The only thing that marred her perfection was a bruise on her left thigh that looked suspiciously like a whip mark. Other than that she was stunning.
Humming a tune under her breath, looking through the contents of her purse, Maggie was the picture of innocence as she walked to the center of the garage and stood next to the car parked there. Then, suddenly, the closed door was opened and crashing into the wall as five men ran into the garage.
Maggie screamed in terror. Her fingers, which had finally found the keys she was seeking, dropped them on the cement floor as they rushed her. She tried to open the door and escape into the car, but it was locked.
Two bodies hurled into her, smashing her into the car door as her wrists were grabbed and forced behind her back. To me it looked like they were almost to the breaking point. Maggie seemed to agree as her scream of pain/terror echoed around the garage to fill our ears.
If I hadn't known this was all planned I might have gone to her rescue, but as I notice the obvious arousal of her nipples pressing into her tank top I wiggled closer to Jason who had his eyes glued to the scene before us. There was a mysterious wiggling in his pant, too, as I turned back to watch.
"Get her damned clothes off and let's get to it," came from one of the men that I identified as Johnny of the dinning room. But he didn't look like the Johnny I knew. In fact all were dressed different. Faded blue jeans, torn T-shirts, scruffy boots or dirty sneakers was the mode of dress, not military like uniforms of Jason's servants.
They looked like a bunch of thugs on the prowl for what they could get.
And they had Maggie in their grasp. A struggling Maggie that was twisting and turning trying to get away. All to no effect. Hands digging painfully into her skin took care of that avenue of escape as two men held her and the others surrounded her.
A hand reached out, I think it was Charles', and ripped the tank top to shreds and tossed it on the floor.
A different hand worked the same magic on her satin shorts, leaving the screaming Maggie in heels only as hands took possession of tits, pussy and ass.
Wanting to know the players, I whispered in' Jason's ear, "Who is who?"
Whispering, too, he answered my question. "You know Charles and Johnny. The one attached to her left tit is Barry. He is paired with Carol who got ten today for dropping the plate in the dinning room. He takes care of the cars as mechanic and driver. The one standing back is Stan, my cook. He is Maggie's partner and knows her the best, as you can tell as he's taking his belt out of his pants. The other one is Thomas the butler, who is paired with Karen, an assistant cook for him along with Maggie."
Getting the players straight and their relationships with others in the house, I turned my attention back to the action. It was obvious, by quick glances directed in our direction, that Jason and I were seen. But no one paid us any attention as we silently watched them fling Maggie face down over the hood of the car.
Stan came up then and wrapped his belt around her wrists and tied it off, leaving all hands freed for future engagements. As two held her pressed into the car, the others began to systematically take off their clothes. Each retaining the leather belts from his pants as they smiled at her screamed words of defiance and outrage.
Maggie twisted and kicked out, catching several shins with her feet to no effect except to ëanger' her attackers.
"The bitch is asking for it."
"Hold her still and we'll whip her defiance away damn quick."
"I get to fuck her ass first." Where some of the comments made as they arranged themselves for the engagement taking place before my excited eyes.
A second later belts were cracking into Maggie's quivering ass and legs as they held her in place atop the car. Her screams appeared realistic as hell. As did the scent that came to my nose. Scent of aroused female, accompanied by hard nipples pressed into cool metal of the car. It was obvious by observing that the struggling Maggie was having the time of her life as the belts came at her again and again.
With a wave of his hand Barry stopped the belts from landing as he positioned himself at her stripped ass and drove his cock in with one thrust. Maggie arched her back and a silent scream squeaked out of her throat, but there was no doubt in my mind that she was hotter than a firecracker. Barry jerked her back, forcing her to stand up as he drove in with savage lunges.
Getting a firm grip on her, he turned her around. Placing his thrusting ass against the car, he forced Maggie to face her other attackers and they took up the challenge.
"Whip her damned tits," came from Stan, her partner as he complied with his own words. Four belts became black and brown blurs as they followed his instructions and Barry flicked away in her ass. I couldn't help but rub my own whipped titties as the belts connected again and again against Maggie's full twisting boobies and extended nipples.
She swore. She screamed. She tried to twist away from the attacking belts. But none of her actions were fruitful, except for her obvious stimulation and theirs. The enclosed space in the garage was filled with sex smells, both male and female when Johnny did his version of stopping the action and stepping up to her.
His cock was instantly swallowed by her sucking cunt as Barry laid back on the car and let him control the motions as they pressed Maggie between their fucking bodies. Maggie's body was forced back to rest on Barry and the others took that as a signal to take charge of her tipped up breasts. Hands and mouths covered her strapped tits as her moans could no longer be construed as anything but approval at their accomplishments.
Even restricted as she was in moving, Maggie did her damnest to take the two cocks into her even deeper as her tits received avid attention from the non-fuckers present. I, too, was getting a bit of attention in that direction as Jason's hand slid to my tits and encountered nipples just as hard as Maggie's were.
Barry yelled and filled her sucking ass as his hands held her up for the others. "Thaaat's itt. Next," he said and pushed her away from his body. A second later Thomas was wedging his way up her vacated ass as Johnny took his turn leaning on the car for support.
With Maggie face down toward the car, it was time for the extras to attend her back and the sides of her thrusting ass. Belts and hands connected with all available flesh and she was off and coming again.
And thus it went. They rotated in her ass and pussy. Rotated around her body with hands and belts. There wasn't a centimeter left undamaged by the time Maggie had been fucked for a grand total of eighteen times as she was toss back and forth like so much trash from cock to cock. Nothing was used except belts, hands and mouths but by the end of two hours Maggie was one well fucked and beaten bitch.
She also won the challenge. The guys were finished in the cock department, but she still wanted more. Which I am glad to say Jason and I obliged in.
With flagging cocks, the men held her in place over the hood of the car as I got my very first taste of cum filled pussy. Not only was it cum filled, it was ring filled, too. Maggie had a ring in each vaginal lip, rings I used to hold her apart as I did my first muff diving. But not my last.
When I had had my fill of combined juices I stepped away and Jason filled her with his cock as I got my first taste of beaten titties. Another thing that was not to be my last.
NOTE- Wrote this years ago and just thought I'd share here. Sometimes when you write down your fantasies they lose their strength and or lust but this story kept growing in my mind so I penned it. Not into incest at all but have always been into bawdy, lewd tales for some reason. Not much of a voyeur but love to hear girl's and sometimes guy's (too many lies) first times and naughty adventures. As a director I love talking to the new models about their life and sexuality. Always amazed how they learned about sex and what turns them on. Enjoy!