Rendezvous With The Bitch

Chapter Three

"The Well, this is going to be cozy," The Bitch grinned at me.

I could feel her friend's cock softening in my wet pussy - the walls of my vagina twitch with involuntarily spasms and ultimately expel his cock. A large blob of jism that he'd deposited in me immediately followed and trickled into the crack of my butt. The saltiness of it mildly stung my ass, which was still packed with the softly buzzing vibrator.

"Let's get her on her knees," The Bitch said.

She grabbed hold of the rope around my ankles and pulled while her friend struggled a little beneath me and then lifted me onto the floor. The Bitch kneeled close behind me and whispered in my ear.

"Play with my cunt, slut," she said.

I was repulsed by the idea of touching her. The man stood right in front of me and waved his flaccid cock under my nose. The scent of my own juices and his cum had the effect of smelling salts, and I crinkled my nose at the smell. I reluctantly accepted his cock in my mouth and, aside from the new flavors of myself now mixed with the prodigious residue of his cum, it was a taste that already was becoming familiar - sickening, but familiar.

"Hurry up! Get those fingers busy!" The Bitch hissed in my ear.

I immediately started to feel blindly for The Bitch's pussy while I bobbed my head on her friends cock. His cock in its semi-soft state felt heavier in my mouth than when it had been fully erect and I was able to take its entire length into my mouth, right down until his crinkly pubic hairs tickled my nose.

"Come on, slut. You want to please me, don't you?"

The Bitch's voice was hot against my shoulder. I shivered and tried to look back at her without releasing the cock in my mouth.

"Don't you?"

I nodded.

Her pussy felt so different to my own. The entire area was cleanly shaven and her skin was soft and smooth. The inner labia were completely unfurled and distended and seemed to hang down, large and loose. Wetness quickly covered my fingers as I explored the area.

I closed my eyes and moaned softly at the touch of The Bitch's embrace. She wrapped her arms completely around me and cupped my breasts in her hands so she could play with my nipples.

"Do you like being my slave? My fuck toy?" The Bitch purred in my ear.

I nodded slowly and made a little 'uh-huh' noise.

"Here! Don't move your fingers from here!"

The Bitch suddenly grabbed one of my hands and positioned my fingertips so they were directly on her swollen clitoris.

"Rub! Rub hard, in circles!"

I could feel The Bitch now grinding her pubic mound against the inside of my wrist as I followed her instructions.

The cock in my mouth showed no signs of swelling any more than it already was, but I continued to suck it anyway. I felt a strange and perverse satisfaction to have it in my mouth - like a pacifier that made me feel comfortable and not think about how much I was arousing The Bitch with my fingers.

"Make me cum! Ooh! Make me cum, slut!"

The Bitch's voice was now shrill and her breathless words were fired with a staccato rhythm from her mouth. Her fingers gripped my tender nipples really hard and she twisted and pulled them painfully.

I whimpered around the cock as my nipples were stretched. She pinched so hard, I almost screamed. My distress clearly aroused The Bitch, who was by now simulating a fucking motion behind me.

"Yes! Fuck, yes!" The Bitch finally grunted.

The moisture on my fingers instantly became a flood of warm, slipperiness. It seemed to fill my cupped hand. The Bitch's body went still for a moment and I could feel her resting her forehead on my shoulder as she recaptured her breath.

"It's going to be a fun night!" The Bitch finally declared as she rose to her feet again.

She left me on my knees sucking her friend and disappeared back down the hallway in the direction of her bedroom. When she returned, she had a bundle of things that she dropped onto the coffee table.

"Don't stop on account of me," The Bitch grinned.

I resumed bobbing my head and tenderly sucking the man's cock. It still didn't seem to be responding, although he wasn't complaining and even seemed to be quietly enjoying what I was doing.

"Since you are now my slave, you won't be needing these anymore," The Bitch said.

I panicked when I felt The Bitch grab my fingers. She held them tight with one hand and used the other to tease off my engagement ring and wedding band.

"No!" I said, forgetting about the cock and turning my head around to make sure The Bitch could see how desperate I was not to lose my rings.

She just laughed and, once she had them off my finger, she tried slipping them onto her own finger. I felt a momentary victory over her when I saw her having trouble getting my wedding band into her fourth finger and she had to give up, instead forcing both rings onto her left hand's fifth finger.

"Now that you're my slave, you can wear this," The Bitch said.

I watched as she picked up a thick, stainless steel collar that she then attached around my neck. The steel was cold and the fit was snug, although it wasn't so tight it restricted my breathing at all. Once locked in place, she turned her attention to a number of broad leather cuffs.

"Keep sucking!" The Bitch said.

I reluctantly took the cock into my mouth again and resumed sucking. While I did this, The Bitch untied my ankles and replaced the rope with two of the leather cuffs. They felt tight and comfortable. My wrists were also released from the handcuffs and then cuffed. It was a relief to have some freedom of movement again, and I shrugged and relaxed my tense shoulders until they stopped aching as much.

"One more thing," The Bitch said.

My hands immediately rushed to the defense of my ass when she grabbed the base of the vibrator and unexpectedly pulled it out.

My stretched and sore sphincter muscles had become relaxed around the shaft of the vibe and the sudden emptiness and burning sensations as it was removed left my ass throbbing in the same quick tempo of my heartbeat.

"Oh no, please no!" I gasped when I saw The Bitch intended to replace the vibrator with an obscenely shaped black butt plug.

"Just relax and be a good slave," The Bitch laughed.

My whole body shook with spasms of dread. The tip of the plug was cold against my hot and throbbing anus. As she pushed, I felt my sphincter stretching again - its resistance feeble after having been conditioned to accept anything up to the thickness of the vibe that had just been removed. My butt cheeks spread wider and wider as the tapered shaft of the plug was forced into my ass. I moaned loudly and hugged the hairy legs of the man standing in front of me.

"Relax," The Bitch said again.

"I can't!"

"Yes you can. Keep sucking that cock and just relax," The Bitch said softly. "Stop fighting it."

"I can't!" I wailed again.

"OK," The Bitch said.

She stopped pushing the plug and withdrew it again.

"Keep sucking," The Bitch said casually.

I cautiously resumed sucking but tried to continue watching what The Bitch was doing behind me. She appeared to have put the plug aside and was now picking through the diminishing pile of things she had on the table.

The Bitch wrapped leather cuffs around my upper arms and secured them firmly in place. After this, she held my elbows and told me to raise my hands so her friend could clip my two wrists cuffs together. He did this and then held my hands together just under my breasts. I was puzzled by what was going on, and even more than a little apprehensive, but I remained silent.

A short, medium-sized chain with clips on each end was attached by the Bitch to one of the cuffs around my upper arms. Once secured, I felt her roughly pulling back on my arms and the cold chain go taut across my shoulder blades as my upper arms with secured in place. The position effectively locked my arms in place and totally immobilized them, leaving just my hands free to wriggle under my breasts.

"Good!" The Bitch said to herself as she checked everything.

I followed her hands with my eyes and watched as she picked up something that looked like a very short, squat penis made of black rubber. For a moment, I thought The Bitch was going to stick it in my ass, but it trailed a number of thin leather straps that, I discovered to my horror, went around my head and were used to hold the fat plug in my mouth.

The sickly taste of rubber filled my mouth and burned the back of my throat when I was forced to swallow the saliva that instantly formed in my mouth around the gag. I struggled frantically to resist, but it was way too late and without the use of my hands, it was impossible to defend myself. Once gagged, I felt completely vulnerable and terrified.

The Bitch grabbed hold of the chain connecting my upper arms and used it like a handle to lift me to my feet. I bit down hard on the gag and struggled to rise and eventually managed to stand.

"Wait here," The Bitch said.

I was left standing in the middle of the lounge room, gagged and restrained, while The Bitch disappeared down the hall and into the second bedroom. Her friend slumped casually back down on the sofa and reached for the television remote. The rise in volume drew my attention to the large screen across the room.

When I arrived earlier in the evening, I had thought there was a porn film playing, though I hadn't taken a lot of notice. Now, with my full attention on the screen, I still had the feeling it was some kind of porn film - a kinky porn film, judging by the sight of large wooden stocks and a variety of other furnishing that clearly belonged in a dungeon - but the image appeared to be static and there was no sign of any people in the dungeon. With the volume up like it was, I could hear some music but there was a lot of distant background noise. It wasn't anything specific, just a kind of a hissing noise.

The image fixed on the screen mesmerized me. I stood staring at it for a long while, searching for signs of people or anything that could give me a clue as to what I was looking at. The Bitch's return interrupted my thoughts.

She was now dressed in a tight-fitting leather mini-skirt and leather halter-top. The skirt barely covered her ass, which was clearly still bare, and the tops of her black fishnet stockings stopped just short of the hem of the skirt. Her boots, glossy with the shine of patent leather, rose above her knee and the heels added another four inches or more to her height, making her now taller than me.

"Let's go!" The Bitch said.

She slapped me on my ass and pushed me in the direction of the dining room. Her friend followed and we passed through the dining room and then through a long, galley-styled modern kitchen and finally exited out a back door.

A sensor-activated light suddenly illuminated the entire back yard, making me acutely aware of the close proximity of the neighboring houses and the absence of any real privacy. I looked around nervously and had no idea what was going to happen. The Bitch appeared to be completely unconcerned that any of her neighbors might see me.

A large brick garage with a flat room took up most of the space in the back corner of the yard. It had spaces for three cars but two of them were bricked closed. There was a small red sedan parked in the third, and I thought for a minute The Bitch was going to drive me somewhere. This alarmed me, but not as much when the realization came the dungeon I had seen on the television back in the house was located in the closed section of the garage.

The Bitch pushed me inside and over to a small, cleared space near the far wall of the dungeon. She had me spread my feet widely so she could attach short chains that were bolted to the floor to my ankle cuffs. I felt very open and vulnerable, although she turned her attention away from me and casually gave a few instructions to her male friend.

"Use the house phone and invite a few people over for a party," she said to him. "Tell them I'm breaking in a new slave tonight and that they don't need to bring anything - just their cocks."

My stomach suddenly flipped as a rush of anxiety gripped me inside. The way The Bitch laughed at her own joke was enough to frighten me, but the prospect she might torture and humiliate me in front of her friends really pushed me over the edge. My knees developed a tremble that I couldn't control and I suddenly became acutely aware of a desperate need to pee.

After given her instructions, and after he went off to carry them out, The Bitch ignored me for a bit longer while she gathered a few things - a small flogger, something small and shiny, some lube and the big, black plug she had tried to stick in my ass back inside the house. She also had her cell phone and a Bluetooth earpiece.

I struggled as she approached.

"You think I should invite your husband as well?" The Bitch asked.

I shook my head frantically and desperately tried to call out 'no' as she placed the things she had in her hands onto a small table near me. She then turned her attention to her phone and appeared to be searching for a number - my husband's phone number.

The Bitch flicked her fringe out of her eye and grinned at me, as she stood poised with the phone at her ear and waiting for somebody to answer. I watched helplessly as she casually picked up the flogger and swished it softly against the side of her boot. The greeting she finally made convinced me she had phoned my husband - a fact she even confirmed when she held her phone briefly close to my ear so I could hear his voice.

"Not much. Just having a quiet night at home tonight," The Bitch said.

The one-sided conversation I could hear then continued with The Bitch making small talk with my husband. As she spoke, she walked around me and started whipping me with her flogger. It had many long, thin, knotted strands of leather that bit deep into my defenseless skin. I shrieked and screamed and twisted my body this way and that as I tried to evade the stinging blows. My ass, still sore from the earlier spanking, was lashed repeatedly before she moved around to face me.

I could tell by the look in The Bitch's eye she intended to now be really cruel to me. All the while she continued talking blithely with my husband. The first lash on my tender breasts hurt enough to recoil with a speed that nearly sent me flying backwards. I struggled to maintain my balance as a second and then third vicious blow landed on a soft, tender fleshy part of my breasts. A stray frond landed squarely on one of my nipples and the pain brought tears to my eyes.

"The noise?" The Bitch asked.

She stopped whipping me for a second.

"Oh, nothing. I'm just punishing one of my sluts because she refused to let me put a butt plug in her ass. You want to hear her scream?"

My husband must have replied in the affirmative because the Bitch removed her earpiece and put it on mine. I could hear the open line, but not much else. My husband would have clearly heard the muffled sound of my desperate pleas as The Bitch stood back eyed my pussy in such a way that I knew it was her intended target.

I twisted and squirmed as she raised her arm right back, like a ten pin bowler about to throw down a strike. When the fronds struck my unprotected pussy, I might have collapsed onto my ass on the floor, but the widely spread position of my feet only allowed me to half squat and my pussy was still left completely open to more savage strikes.

The lights in the room caused a kaleidoscope effect in my tears. The Bitch whipped my pussy several more times and then stopped. When she stood close, she reached down with her free hand and softly massaged the burning flesh between my spread legs.

"You want me to whip you some more, or the plug?" The Bitch laughed. "The whip, or the plug?"

I couldn't answer except with a nod every time she said 'plug'.

"Good. That's what I like to see. An obedient slave."

My eyes followed The Bitch as she put down her flogger and picked up the large butt plug. She squeezed a large amount of lubricant onto it and then moved around to stand behind me. I continued to sob and tremble as she then poked the nozzle of the lube up into the crack of my butt cheeks and squeezed some more lube there. I felt even more violated by her this time than I had earlier when she forced the vibrator into my ass. The plug's shaft, as it slowly worked into me, flared wider and wider until it reached a point where I thought I would literally split in two. Even my pelvis bone felt like it was going to break but then, my anal sphincter muscles rapidly began to tighten and I felt the fullness of the huge plug rush deeper into me.

I could hardly breathe and my nostrils flared as I struggled to draw air through them. The Bitch seemed satisfied the plug was now secure and she took back the Bluetooth earpiece from me and continued to chat with my husband.

"Did you hear all that?" she asked.

The Bitch laughed loudly and looked at me.

"Yes!" she laughed again. "Oh yeah! The slut loves it in the ass. I think she's going to be fun to have around."