Literotic asexstories – Four Corners Society Ch. 03 by Limbhugger,Limbhugger
Maggie sat on the floor of her room. She paused to again run her hand over the new rug she’d acquired. So pleased at this gift. She received a simple chair early on in her stay but since receiving the rug she rarely sat in it.
Maggie had somewhat lost track of the days but she guessed it had been about two weeks since that amazing day. That day when Dr. Clark introduced her to a new world. That day when she’d watched Nurse Ferrell, thereafter known to her as Miss Diana, and Chen engaged in a bizarre dance of pain and pleasure. That day when she passed some unknown test and Dr. Clark had instructed those two skillful women to give her such a wonderful reward.
She had not yet been on the receiving end of any physical training. Rather, since that day her training consisted of more talks with Dr. Clark, chores, occasional specific tasks, and studying. Always the studying. Dr. Clark had given her numerous books. They ranged from self-help to basic anatomy and psychology to educational books with explicit pictures and descriptions of sexual activity. Then there was one particular book that was essentially an introduction to sado-masochism.
Each day Maggie was given very specific reading assignments. Sometimes she would be required to take a short test on the material. Other times she had to answer pre-printed questionnaires about what she’d read. The hardest for her though were when Dr. Clark required her to write essays about her readings and especially about her feelings. Maggie had become completely comfortable talking to Dr. Clark in person but for some reason, when she was alone with just her own thoughts she found it very difficult to sort through them. Not to mention get them down on paper.
So here she sat finishing up her reading for the night. She was taking notes on the pad Miss Diana had provided to her. Maggie found she was able to remember and understand things better when she both read and then wrote them down. Her eyes kept glancing to the cover of one of the explicit sex books. She’d tried to fool her own mind and pretend she’d accidentally positioned the book at the top of the stack sitting in front of her. But, in truth she’d done so deliberately.
One of the first things Miss Diana had told Maggie after that day of curious bliss, was that Dr. Clark had left very specific instructions that she was not to masturbate. Diana hadn’t explained why and Maggie was too embarrassed to ask the doctor. So for the past two or so weeks, Maggie had had no sexual relief. It was very difficult for her. She’d masturbated as long as she could remember and for a very long time Maggie had been pleasing herself practically every day. Especially at night when she used her orgasm to relieve tension and allow her to fall asleep.
As Maggie’s eyes roamed over the naked figures on the cover her mind began to stray. Then the lights went out and she once again found herself drenched in darkness. She gathered up her books on the floor and found the small table where she kept the others. She added these to the pile and by feel alone, straightened the stack. She moved to her bed, pulled back the blanket and sheet and crawled inside.
As usual, her room was very warm and Maggie pulled only the sheet atop her. She lay curled in a tight ball and stared into the dark room. Her mind lingered on her stay here at the center. It had been a month since she first came here. Her mother having brought her here because of her behavior. Maggie hadn’t craved drugs at all since coming here. Well, except for those occasions when she felt certain she would be willing dig out her front teeth with a soupspoon for just one puff of a cigarette. The drugs were far less threatening than her other actions.
Despite having a boyfriend, Maggie had begun to seek very unhealthy relationships. In fact, it was a pregnancy scare with a 40 year old married man that had forced Maggie’s mother to aggressively intervene. At nineteen, she was an adult and not legally subject to her mother’s control. So her mother had tricked her and brought her to the center.
As her mind wandered through her thoughts, Maggie felt the familiar tug in her lower belly. That silent yet obvious urging that subtly reminded her of what to do to clear her mind and bring about sleep. She tried to ignore the feeling but that became increasingly difficult. The combination of abstinence and the pages of sexual images and readings were taking their toll on her.
Soon Maggie’s mind’s eye was looking back on that day in The Garden. That deep red room with the shiny hardwood floors. She saw Chen stretched and in obvious pain. She could see Diana moving about the tiny woman, teasing her, testing her, tormenting her. She wondered what it felt like. Wondered on how Chen seemed to welcome the pain and somehow within it found pleasure. She wanted to feel that way. She knew it in the back of her mind and day by day those thoughts and feelings were edging closer to the front of her mind.
She was replaying the scene in her head. Her eyes had closed and her legs had begun to slip back and forth against one another. Her warm thighs pressed her panties tighter into her crotch. Her toenail slowly slipped down the back of her tender calf. Each time she unconsciously pressed it harder against the sensitive flesh.
Maggie stopped, opened her eyes, took a long deep breath, and tried to focus on something else. But within a few moments the snippets of sexual memory and fantasy again began to flash into her mind. Her hand cupped her T-shirt clad breast and she felt her nipple swell. Her legs moved faster and more forced. The tightly bunched panties had worked deep between her swelling lips and rubbed against her clit.
She knew she was now hopelessly lost to her own sexual urges. She knew too that she wasn’t supposed to touch herself and while that idea scared her it also excited her.
Maggie saw his handsome face, his strong back, his clenched ass as he came into Diana’s mouth. She felt his breath again on her ear and his strong hands on her neck and shoulders. Watched him as he strapped her to the chair…
She couldn’t stand it any longer. Her body ached for release. Her mind was a whirl of her sex-charged thoughts. She rolled onto her back, her legs bent sharply, her knees falling wide apart, dragging the sheet off her body. Her eyes briefly flashed open and peeked around the room. Reassured it was still dark and quiet and that she was alone. She felt devilishly naughty like she had years ago when she would sneak her private pleasures. No one would ever know and she’d just cheat this one time was her rationalization as she surrendered to her suppressed need.
Maggie’s hand left her breast and freed her hard nipple. She felt down over her stomach until her fingers found the elastic band of her panties. Her hips instinctively rose slightly in anticipation of her own touch. She snaked her hand inside her underwear and softly rubbed her bare pubic mound. While Maggie had been shaving her lips for sometime, she’d always left some hair at the top. But Diana had advised her that she was to always be completely shaven while in the center. She said it was a sign to Dr. Clark that she was completely open and exposed to him like a fresh canvas awaiting the skillful strokes of his brushes.
She loved the feeling of it. More she found she loved the sight of her completely bare pussy. It was slightly embarrassing to her yet at once naughty and fun. Her finger slipped lower and ran between her now puffy outer lips. She felt her heat and her increasing wetness. Her lips parted as she quietly eased her finger deep inside of her. She let her finger explore her inner warmth. Sliding it slowly in and out and then leaving it buried and using the tip of her finger to feel her inner pussy. She sought that spot that Chen’s supple skilled fingers had touched. That area that caused her to cum in a way she’d never known or would’ve believed possible. That region inside her that caused that incredible gush of cum to spray from her.
She didn’t want to cum that way now. It was too hard, too intense for what she needed now. But she did want to learn about this mysterious place in her body. With her legs spread so openly, the sheet pulled away from her, and her exploring hand lifting her panties, Maggie could smell her own sex. The scent always drove her harder.
She eased her slick wet finger from her folds and slowly stroked it over her swollen nub. Her mouth parted wider, behind the closed lids her eyes rolled slightly, and her hips ground. With her two middle fingers she dragged her juices up between her lips and over her clit until it too was wet. Her body demanded relief and she was more than willing to provide it.
Her fingers rubbed hard and fast at her reddened clit. That familiar touch only she could apply and in just the right way. Her thighs tightened and her toes curled. All her pent up sexual tension raced toward a quick and powerful orgasm. Her breaths came in short gasps as her ass rose from the bed. Her fingers worked harder and faster. The pleasure flooded out from her core and over her body.
As the first shots of her orgasm splintered out of her pussy and through her legs and belly, Maggie clamped her lower lip between her teeth. She was afraid she would cry out from the intensity. She began to cum in earnest, her hips rose and fell and rose again. And the harder she bit her lip, the harder and deeper she came. The pain somehow added to the sensations of pleasure.
Maggie shuddered as her orgasm subsided and a deep dull wave of pleasure rolled through her body. She moaned ever so quietly in content satisfaction. Pleased with herself to have finally released her tension. She again slipped onto her side, brought the sheet back across her body and smiled into the dark. Her body now relaxed and her mind now cleared, Maggie soon drifted into a peaceful sleep.
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Some part of Maggie’s mind was aware the room was no longer dark.
“…et up Mag….”
She heard the words but couldn’t quite crawl out of her slumber to fully process them.
“Maggie! Time to get up.”
Maggie rolled up onto her elbow and squinted at the bright light. Blinking to gain focus, she found Miss Diana standing over her bed.
“It’s time to get up Maggie.”
Maggie nodded and rubbed her hand over her face, “Yes ma’am.”
“Now, Maggie. You have five minutes to get yourself into The Garden.” With that, Diana turned and left Maggie’s room.
Maggie’s eyes widened as the words sunk in and she watched the large nurse stroll to the door. Diana no longer wore the white nurses’ outfit she previously had. Ever since that special day, the former “Nurse Ferrell”, wore civilian attire. Most often blue jeans and a button down blouse. Maggie watched her full ass stretch the tight blue fabric as it disappeared out the door. Maggie found Diana a very attractive woman. She radiated a sense of sexuality that pulled Maggie into her.
The Garden… Maggie rolled the words through her mind as she quickly left her bed and began to straighten it. I’m going to The Garden again. What will it be this time? Will I again be watching? Will I be a part of it? Will he be there?” Maggie was nervous but excited.
There was no time for her normal morning shower so she quickly dragged a brush through her hair. At the same time she stripped off her white panties and white T-shirt, her standard nightclothes in the center. She hurried to the door and there, just outside it and on the floor was the neatly folded stack of clothes. Each morning they were there. A fresh pair of panties, gray T-shirt, gray sweatshirt, gray sweatpants, and white socks. Maggie dressed in a blur. She watched her fingers shake as she folded her sleepwear and headed for the door.
As she exited her room, Maggie stopped to set the folded dirty clothes in the spot where the clean ones had been left and then padded off to The Garden.
She made her way down the halls that led her to that large wooden door. She stopped and briefly recalled the amazing things she’d been exposed to on the other side of the door. Her anxiety slammed around in her belly like a swarm of butterflies. She had no idea what lay in store for her once she entered the room. Maggie took a deep breath and let it slowly out. Her hand reached up and slowly eased the heavy door open.
The first time she’d been here, when Dr. Clark had opened this door for her, the large rectangular room had been lit by dozens of candles. The golden glow had radiated off the deep red walls and glimmered in the shiny wooden floors. But she now saw only one candle burning. The little candle lit only a small circle around it before the weak light faded. The harsh light around her made it very difficult for her to peer into the darkness.
Maggie stepped inside and let the door close behind her. With the bright light shut out she blinked and tried to force her eyes to adjust. She could make out subtle shapes and shadows and realized they were the dark wrought iron candleholders scattered about the room. The small candle flickered with the subtle disturbance of the air. It was set on the floor just in front of the chair from where she had watched Diana and Chen and Dr. Clark. Where she’d sat strapped when Diana and Chen gave her that most wondrous reward.
Maggie cautiously moved toward the chair and the light. She bumped into a candleholder and jerked. Her hands flashed out and caught it. She sighed.Okay Maggie, now relax. Just relax. Go over to the candle and…
His words floated through her mind. She recalled Dr. Clark telling her that when she was summoned to The Garden she was to strip completely naked. He’d explained that everyone who entered The Garden had to fully expose themselves; physically, mentally, and emotionally. He’d said that only through time and understanding could one cover any part of themselves while in The Garden.
Maggie found herself standing between the chair and the candle and starring down into the light. She glanced back at the chair and up in the direction of the door that she could barely make out, then back to the candle.
She took a deep breath and pulled the heavy sweatshirt over her head. She folded it neatly and set it beside her foot. Then she did the same with her T-shirt. She reached behind her back and her fingers deftly unsnapped her white bra. Her youthful breasts hung firm and smooth, her nipples began to swell.
Maggie’s eyes had grown more accustomed to the dim light and she glanced up. The line of chromed-chains, the ends of which were above her head, sat silently in the neat row that spanned the width of the room. The heavy wood armoire, that conspicuous stately guardian, stood centered on the wall opposite her. It was the keeper of the many tools and implements that Maggie had only briefly been exposed to.
She lifted her leg and reached to pull a sock from her foot. As she did, Maggie’s eyes ran down the line of steel rings bolted to the floor. One ring directly beneath each length of hanging chain. And like the chains, the row of rings ran from one wall across the room to the other wall. Her mind conjured the image of Chen’s ankles being bound to the rings, her wrists bound to the chains overhead.
As she peeled off the sock and raised her other leg, she gasped and nearly fell over. She recoiled in sudden fear. Instinctively her arms shot up and covered her exposed breasts. Her eyes widened as she worked to focus on him. There in the corner stood a man. Maggie saw that he was naked, his hands crossed and covering his genitals. She shuddered slightly when she realized he was wearing a mask. Or maybe it was a hood of some kind. His entire head surrounded in black. Only his eyes and lips exposed. The tightness of the hood caused his head to look perfectly round and smooth.
She quickly glanced into the other corner and discovered another man there. Standing in the same fashion and also hooded. She looked over each shoulder and found two more men. In each of the four corners a man stood naked, hiding his genitals and wearing a tight black hood. Maggie was frightened. They at first appeared very ominous to her. Here she was half-naked surrounded by four men in hoods. But as the shock slowly eased she thought on them with more clarity.They’re all naked. And they’re hiding their dicks. These men are more like me than rapists. They look like…slaves.
At that thought Maggie became angry. The bastards had just stood there silently and watched her undressing. She felt her feisty attitude snap forward. She wanted to yell at them. Wanted to scream at them to get the fuck out of there. But Maggie held her tongue and scowled at each of them.
She was now confronted with a new dilemma. She knew she had to be naked but that would mean flashing these strange men. Maggie rolled it over in her brain.
“Well, fuck it.” Her words just a whisper. Then just as she had the night she’d first arrived at the center and Diana demanded she strip, Maggie ripped off the remainder of her clothes. Silently cussing the men and mocking them in her mind to reinforce her courage. She hurried through folding the remainder of the clothes, arranged them in the properly stacked order that she slid next to the chair and then stood with her hands on her hips. She slowly gazed at each of the men. Despite their hoods, Maggie could plainly see they watched her closely.
Then with a“humph” and a flick of her hair Maggie put her back to the armoire to face the door. She knelt and placed her bare ass on her heels and rested her palms on the tops of her naked thighs. Assuming the same position she’d seen Chen in seemed the proper thing to do.
Slowly the fire eased from Maggie’s chest. She could feel their eyes on her. Roaming over her flesh. And so she, they, waited.
Eventually, Maggie heard the door opening and she glanced up. The light in the hall had been extinguished so the door remained cloaked in darkness. Maggie was unable to make out a shape in the doorway. Slowly a dim light began to fill the room and she looked up to the ceiling. She realized there were recessed lights she hadn’t before noticed.
She looked back to the entrance. There stood Miss Diana slowly turning the dimmer-switch until the room was bathed in a faint soft light. Maggie noticed that unlike the last time she’d seen Diana in this room, the large woman remained clad in her street clothes. Her blue jeans stretched tight over her ample hips. Her black button down blouse tucked into the waist of the jeans. Maggie noticed Diana was barefoot. As her eyes scrolled upward she also noticed Diana had opened the top few buttons of her blouse. Her massive milky white breasts partially exposed. The deep crevice of her cleavage beckoned to Maggie and all who gazed upon her.
Diana closed the door and then turned to face Maggie. She had one hand on her hip, the other held her riding crop. The crop Maggie had seen redden Chen’s ass at Diana’s hand. Maggie could see something hanging off the end of the crop but couldn’t make out exactly what the item was.
“Maggie, Maggie, Maggie…” Diana slowly shook her head. Her long wavy blonde hair shuffled. Her pretty eyes seemed slightly dark.
As Diana spoke she stepped to one of the men in the corner. “I knew it Maggie. I knew it the first night you came here.” She paused just to the side of the hooded silent figure and looked back at Maggie.
“Remember? I even told you that I knew you would test me. Well, you probably don’t remember since you were so busy trying to be a tough little bitch.” Diana looked at the man who continued to stare straight ahead and cup his genitals. She raised the crop and dragged the limp item that dangled at the end over the man’s hooded face.
Maggie hadn’t moved, only her eyes followed Diana’s movements. Her breathing had quickened from nervousness as she struggled to get a feel for Diana’s tone. Her voice was soft and almost contented. But Maggie had heard that voice before and knew well it could quickly turn very harsh.
Diana moved to the opposite corner and dragged the limp item over the hidden face of the man there. She clucked her tongue in her mouth. “I knew it was just a matter of time.” She ran the item all around the man’s head, down his chest, over the backs of his hands, then again turned to face Maggie.
Diana held the crop out in front of her and as she slowly walked toward her, Maggie realized that it was a pair of panties hanging from the crop. “Yes, so busy trying to be a tough little bitch that night. But I guess my finger buried in your ass got you over that pretty fast now didn’t it?” Diana’s lips curled into a thin devilish smile.
Maggie’s mind whirled as she tried to sort out what was happening. Her anxiety grew in her chest and she could feel her palms sweating atop her thighs.
Diana slowly and deliberately strolled past Maggie. Beyond her gaze she rubbed the panties over the hooded heads of the reaming two men and then came up on the other side of Maggie.
Maggie could see her stubby purple-nailed toes as Diana moved past her. She stepped up next to the pile of clothes Maggie had folded and placed neatly beside the simple chair. With her back to Maggie Diana kicked the clothes to the side of the room where they landed in an untidy heap. She then grabbed the chair and slowly slid it backward and away from Maggie.
She again turned to face Maggie, the crop and dangling panties held at her side. She was such an imposing and intimidating figure. She was beautiful yet frightening.
“Well now Maggie, any confessions you’d like to make? Any misdeeds you’ve committed?” Diana stared down at the kneeling naked Maggie.
Maggie studied Diana’s face and her mind raced to seek the answer the big woman so obviously desired. But she couldn’t think of what she had done. Her mind busily replayed the events of the past few days but kept coming up blank. Diana hadn’t even given her any unusual or difficult tasks recently. She desperately struggled to unveil what infraction Diana had discovered. For a moment Maggie wondered if Diana wasn’t just making something up so she’d have an excuse to punish her. But she quickly dismissed the idea. Diana was always very serious and now was no exception.
The only thing Maggie could think that she’d done was her time in bed the night before. Her eyes roamed up along the crop to the panties hanging from the end. But there was no way Diana could’ve known about that. Maggie’s room didn’t have a window and she’d been extra careful to look at her door before delving into her much needed relief.
“Hummmm…nothing huh? Well, maybe you just need a little something to jog your memory.” Diana stepped up closer to Maggie and looked down at her. With her free hand she reached behind her back and fished a long thin remote control out of the tight pocket of her jeans. Diana’s arm extended back and up but her eyes didn’t leave Maggie’s.
Maggie could hear the subtle whirl of a small motor but was unable to see around the large woman before her to understand what caused the sound. Then Diana turned around and stepped to the side. It was then that Maggie saw the television that was tilted down from the ceiling. She licked her dry lips as she waited.
Diana pointed the remote at the television. Maggie saw quick flickers of light on the screen. Her breaths came shallow and her heart hammered in her chest. When the picture finally flashed onto the screen, Maggie’s mouth dropped and her eyes grew wide. The video was in the strange green light of one of those night cameras. The picture was quite clear and not at all grainy. And there just as plain as day was Maggie lying in her bed, legs spread open and flat, and her hand buried inside her underwear.
Maggie watched in horrified wonder as she saw herself buck and writhe on the screen with her obvious orgasm. She could even see herself biting her lip. She suddenly realized the two men behind her could see it all as well. And beside her Diana stood watching.
Maggie watched herself on the screen as her orgasm subsided and she pulled the sheet over her and fell into sleep. The screen suddenly went blank and the television slowly disappeared back into the ceiling. Maggie was shocked, embarrassed, ashamed, and scared.
She turned her head to Diana who still stared at the ceiling. “Miss Diana, I’m so…”
“Shut up!” Diana’s harsh words cut her off. The big woman turned her eyes down at Maggie. She thrust her crop out and covered Maggie’s face with her own panties. Maggie sat very still, head turned up, face covered.
“You know Maggie you get very wet when you’re excited. Soaked these clear through I’ll bet. Well, on the bright side I’m certain my boys got a thrill out of sniffing your panties.”
Diana flicked her crop and the underwear flew across the room. Maggie’s eyes pleaded like a scorned puppy as she gazed up at the domineering woman. She’d tasted the tiniest bit of Diana’s power once and had watched her wield it on Chen. Maggie’s entire body trembled as she struggled to find a solution.
Diana stepped in front of Maggie and squatted down so that their faces were level. “Speaking of my boys, I just bet you liked stripping for them didn’t you Maggie? Got off on showing my boys your titties and that pretty bald cunt of yours didn’t you?”
Maggie slowly began to shake her head.Slap! Diana brought the popper down in a flash. Maggie’s body tensed and she jerked slightly at the sting on the fleshiness of her breast just above her nipple. Her eyes glanced down and she saw the welt immediately begin to rise on the tender flesh. Her lips snarled as she looked back at the big woman.
“Don’t fucking lie to me,” Diana recognized the awakening of Maggie’s feisty defiance but didn’t acknowledge it. “I bet you were sitting there thinking how great it would be if one of them would just come up behind you and shove your face down. Pull that cute ass of yours up and just give you a good hard fucking right here. Oh yeah, little cock-whore like you. Tell me Maggie. Tell me you liked my boys looking at you.”
Maggie’s eyes cast down and flicked about. She was having a hard time holding Diana’s prying gaze. She again shook her head but this time in only a couple uneasy jerks.Slap! She winced at the sharp sting on her other breast.
“Don’t fucking lie to yourself Maggie. You liked it. You know it and I know it.Don’t you Maggie?”
Maggie was starring at the two red marks on her breasts. Her defiance quickly melted away. The truth was she had enjoyed it. She had liked the men watching her. And as she sat and waited she had thought about what she would do if one of them did come up behind her and take her.
Maggie gave a quick jerky nod. “Uh huh. See Maggie, I knew you liked it.”
Diana rose to her feet and stared down at the sunken shouldered Maggie.
“I thought I was quite clear that Dr. Clark did not want you masturbating. But you just couldn’t help yourself. You probably figured that after two weeks you’d done so good you deserved to cum. You undisciplined little slut. How dare you betray him, betray yourself?”
The words stung Maggie worse than either of the blows to her breasts.
“Well, okay I have an idea. Since you liked showing off so much and you so love to fuck yourself, let’s combine the two.”
Maggie slowly raised her head to look up at Diana who was smiling down at her.
“Lay down. On your back, right now.”
Maggie held Diana’s eyes as she eased back onto her hands and slipped her legs out from under her. She slowly slipped backward until her shoulders lay flat on the hard floor. She held her thighs close together and started to straighten her legs out before her. Diana placed the tip of her crop on Maggie’s knee. She shook her head back and forth and Maggie froze. Diana wiggled the crop between Maggie’s knees and urged her legs wide apart.
Maggie was so embarrassed now. She had never felt so humiliated.
“I bet your fucking wet already. Well since getting yourself off feels soooooo wonderful that you’re willing to disobey Dr. Clark, then have at it.”
The shame of having gone against Dr. Clark’s instruction sank hard in her chest.
“Gather round boys, little Maggie the self-fucking-pleasure-slut is going to show us this mysterious magic that she can wield on her pretty little cunt. This magic that is so strong and wonderful that it overrides everything else.”
Maggie watched in horror as the men scampered up around Diana and dropped to their knees in front of Maggie’s exposed sex.
“Okay Maggie, we’re all ready and waiting, get on with it.”
Maggie lay frozen and utterly confused. Diana had never been this harsh and mean to her before. No one had ever made her feel so low and cheap before.
“Well c’mon Maggie, you like doing it so much, play with yourself.Now.”
Maggie’s trembling hand slowly slipped up from the floor and over her hip as she fearfully starred at Diana. She felt her fingers ease over the top of her pubic mound ever so slowly making her way to her pussy. She was sure that Diana was going to tell her to stop. That there was no way she was actually going to make her masturbate in front of these hooded strangers.
But even as her fingers slipped past her still-hidden clit and over her labia, Diana remained silent. Maggie tentatively ran her finger over her outer lips, the pad just barely touching her flesh. She could see the eyes of the men starring at her and watching intently. So too did Diana watch with intensity and she grew impatient with Maggie’s reluctance.
Slap! The crop struck Maggie low and hard on her inner thigh. “Let’s go now Maggie. I want to see that tender pink cunt all sloppy. All wet like it was when Chen finger fucked you and I pinched those perky nipples.”
A part of Maggie wanted to burst into tears from the sheer emotional torment she felt Diana imposing on her. She almost wished she would turn into a pile of so much dust. But somewhere in her mind, she felt something different. A feeling that ever so slowly crept closer to her conscious mind.
Her finger parted her lips and very slowly ran up and down between them. She had begun to get wet. This only embarrassed her more. The idea that her pussy was reacting to this humiliating experience.
“That’s it Maggie. Rub that pretty pussy. Me and the boys want to see it shine.”
Maggie closed her eyes and tried to focus on taking deep breaths through her nostrils. She decided she would just play with herself and then fake an orgasm. At least that would satisfy Diana and hurry up and get this entire scene over with that much quicker.
She eased her finger inside her then slowly pulled it back out. Encouraging her pussy to dampen so she could bring the wetness up to her clit. But her hesitant exploration quickly irritated Diana.
“Oh this is bullshit. I don’t want to see you toying with the damn thing. I want to see that little slut that got herself off so quick last night. Hell, I’d of thought you would’ve cum ten times by now.” Diana rose to her feet and stepped up beside Maggie’s goose-pimpled body. Maggie looked up at her with confusion, fear, subservience.
“Oh what’s the matter princess, having a hard time?” Diana’s voice dripped with sarcasm. “Maybe you just don’t have the sensations going. I mean your clit isn’t even peeking out yet. Yes, maybe you just need to wake things up down there and then you’ll be all ready.”
Diana turned and squatted so that her ass hovered alongside Maggie’s shoulder and she faced away from her. With her crop she urged Maggie’s knees down flat and spread wide just like she had been on the tape. Maggie closed her eyes and swallowed hard at being now fully exposed to these people.
Diana reached over and squeezed one of Maggie’s dark nipples hard in her finger and thumb. Maggie took a slow breath through her nostrils as the subtle pain slipped out from her breast. Diana released the nipple and smiled as she watched it swell.
“Open those pussy lips slut. I want you to spread that cunt wide open for me.”
Maggie again swallowed hard. She used her first two fingers to slowly spread her lips. She could feel them beginning to grow fuller.
“Both hands! Spread your cuntwide open.”
Maggie eased her other hand down over her hip and alongside her pussy. She placed the tips of her fingers at the edges of her lips and pulled. She felt the air on her damp inner pussy. She knew the hooded men could see deep inside her now.
She gasped and winced at the sudden shock of pain when Diana slapped the popper against her tender inner pussy. Her knees reflexively jerked upward and Diana smacked the inside and outside of Maggie’s thigh in quick hard succession.
“Put your fucking legs down and hold that pussy open! I’m just helping you get some feeling going Maggie.”
Maggie forced her legs back down and again spread her lips apart. Before she’d even pulled them half way open she felt another flashing slap against her pussy. It landed on the outer lips and didn’t sting nearly as bad as the first had. She pulled herself completely open and held her breath.
Diana brought the leather popper down in three quick slaps then slowly stroked it over Maggie’s pussy. She looked over her shoulder at Maggie’s face. She was grimacing.
“Do you want to use your word? Go ahead Maggie, use it. What happened to that tough little bitch?”
Maggie considered blurting out her safe-word. The special word Dr. Clark had given her and explained its use. Her pussy stung badly, she’d never felt anything like this before. And if she used the word then Diana would surely make the men go away. But she didn’t use it. She didn’t speak.
As much as it hurt physically and emotionally, Maggie didn’t want to stop. A part of her just wanted to show Diana that she could take it. Just to prove her wrong. But Maggie felt a very strange sensation beginning to wrap around her. She didn’t understand it, couldn’t quite think it through but for some bizarre reason she knew she was enjoying it. It was as if Diana was pulling something from her. The pain and humiliation of the moment eased the pain and humiliation of the past.
Again and again Diana slapped at Maggie’s pussy. With each blow Maggie could feel her juices flow. Her clit was swollen out from its protective hood and when the crop landed on it she would nearly cry out from the pain. As hard as she tried to will her clit to hide it refused and instead grew painfully harder.
Maggie had lost track of the number of blows to her most sensitive area of her body. In fact she had begun to lose track of each individual blow. They had begun to somehow flow together. A constant sting and flame that would suddenly spike in intensity then ease down slightly. Her tightly closed eyes and clenched teeth revealed her physical torment. But her willingness to hold herself open for each consecutive blow revealed her emotional release.
Maggie’s mind was floating. Her thoughts real and obvious yet somewhat fuzzy and flowing. Her entire body was alive with sensation. Her sex screamed with fiery stings yet it somehow felt wonderful.
Diana had slapped at Maggie’s pussy until even the insides of her deep inner thighs blazed with tender redness. Even the backs of Maggie’s fingers stung from the blows. Her clit was bright red and raw and extremely hard.
“Now touch it slut. That should give you some fucking feeling.”
Maggie’s finger was quick to seek out her clit. She could feel her juices flowing freely now. She winced at the pain of her touch on her raw nub. But still she rubbed. Her lips had grown full and puffy both from the abuse and the excitement.
Slowly she began to work at her burning clit. But with the ceasing of Diana’s skilled blows, Maggie’s mind began to wander back to her reality. Not fully but much closer than it had been only moments before. And with that return, she again felt uneasy. Her fingers jerked sporadically on her clit as she glanced at the hooded figures watching her. She knew she was extremely excited but doubted she could actually cum.
Diana recognized the return of the hesitancy. “Hummm…Well that pretty little pussy is all wet and red now. Oh and I bet you just love how it feels now. But you still aren’t cumming. Humph. How disappointing. Here I was waiting to witness this experience that is apparently so great that it’s worth disobeying Dr. Clark and this is all I get.”
Maggie’s fingers rubbed slowly over her throbbing clit as she starred up at the big woman towering above her. She would try to close her eyes and work her clit fast and hard but couldn’t bring herself over the edge.
“Boys, get up and show the little princess how to masturbate properly.” With that Diana motioned them with her crop. She moved to stand between Maggie’s spread feet. She placed two men on each side of the laying woman. Maggie looked up at each of them standing over her.
Their faceless eyes and mouths starring blankly down at her. Then she let her eyes roam lower on each of their bodies and discovered that each of them was quietly stroking their now fully erect cocks. Maggie’s sweet musk hung heavy in the air. Her scent and the scene combining to make the men quite excited.
Three of the men had cocks that were very similar and essentially average. But the fourth one had an unusually large penis. Long and very thick. Maggie was unaware that her fingers had worked into a rhythm on her clit. She didn’t notice the sloppy sounds of her pussy. But Diana did.
“That’s it boys, cum all over the little princess.” Diana was stroking the tip of her crop over Maggie’s thighs and calves and pussy.
Maggie heard a grunt and looked to see it was the man with the huge cock. She could see his eyes flutter and looked straight at his cock being worked in his hand. She saw the first thick stream of cum explode from the purple head and shoot down onto her belly. Her eyes glanced quickly from where it splashed in a long stream back up to his cock as another shot burst forth. He was actually cumming on her. Her fingers worked faster at her clit as her mind began to whirl.
The sight of the first man cumming caused a second to explode. His cum shot down onto Maggie’s breasts. Almost simultaneously, the third man began to cum. Maggie was being bathed in warm thick cum. She heard Diana bark an order at the last man and with that he too began to spill himself onto Maggie’s body. Maggie could feel the warm thickness covering her belly and tits. Could feel it running down onto her neck and dripping to the floor. Could feel it seeping along the sides of her pussy and down over her ribs.
Her hips had begun to grind and her lips were parted as she stroked herself harder and faster. The sheer degradation caused her great excitement. She was genuinely masturbating now.
With a flick of her wrist, Diana caused the spent men to scurry back to their corners. “That’s it Maggie. Stroke that pussy. Cum for me Maggie. Come on.”
Maggie began to groan lightly in the back of her throat as she slowly neared the edge. The middle two fingers of one hand were plunged deep inside her as the fingers of the other worked her clit. She was close but not quite there.
“Oh I know what it is. Little Maggie wants Diana’s pussy. That’s what it is. She wants Miss D’s pussy doesn’t she?”
Maggie groaned slightly louder and she heard her fingers working sloppily in and out of her soaked lips. Her eyes fluttered open and discovered Diana stripping off her jeans in front of her.
She watched intently as the large hips and meaty thighs were revealed to her. Maggie had always been curious about being with another woman. Two weeks ago she’d been brought incredible pleasure by two women, Diana being one of them. As much as the idea of Diana being her first female lover had repulsed her when she’d first arrived here, she now wanted very badly for it to be her.
“Does Maggie want Miss Diana’s pussy?”
Maggie’s mind buzzed and her body ached. She struggled to form words but couldn’t quit get them to pass through her growling throat. Naked from the waist down Diana eased between Maggie’s legs until her feet were under her trembling tense thighs.
“Do you want my pussy my little slut?”
“Y…y…yessssss…”
“Mmmm…I knew you did. Here you go…”
Maggie was very close to cumming now but was holding herself at the brink. Wanting to wait for Diana. Waiting for her to lower her meaty pussy onto her waiting mouth and grind it into her face. She wanted it so bad. She opened her eyes and looked straight at Diana’s crotch. What she saw confused her.
Diana had her legs spread apart and hunkered slightly. Her fingers held her lips spread wide apart. Maggie could see her clit and partly inside her pussy. Maggie’s hips were bucking and grinding as she struggled to hold off the oh-so-close explosion that was raging inside her. Then she saw it. The heavy clear stream shot out from Diana’s pussy. Felt it splashing down onto her belly and across her hands and pussy. Diana was pissing on her.
“Have my pussy Maggie!”
A deep animalistic moan escaped Maggie’s lips. Her entire body seized into a taught band of muscle. She could feel the warmth from Diana washing over her and mixing with the thick cum that covered her.
She almost screamed as her orgasm erupted through her. Raw and intense shards of incredible pleasure shot through her body. Her hand flashing over her clit sending tiny drops of Diana’s pee flinging wildly about as her body writhed in pure ecstasy.
Flash after white-hot flash of pleasure shot out from her pussy and consumed her body. She came a second time before the first had even waned. She could no longer hold her eyes open as she fell deep into the experience. Her body worked instinctively as her mind floated. As the second harder more intense orgasm smashed through her, Maggie’s fingers slipped from her clit and with both hands she opened herself wide. The heavy warm stream sprayed hard onto her swollen nub.
A wild animalistic groan rumbled out of Maggie’s throat. It was both the physical sensation and more so the mental sensation of the act that caused her mind to explode. Her body shook and clenched as she rode the intense waves. The pain, the humiliation, and the pleasure all culminated in this powerful eruption of gratification.
As her orgasms slowed her fingers returned to ultra-sensitive clit and eased into a dull rhythmic motion. Maggie felt herself slipping back into reality. Her muscles began to loosen, her toes uncurled. She shuddered with a last trembling bit of her orgasm and then came to rest still and quiet on the floor.
She immediately became aware of what had just happened to her. She’d been forced to strip before four hooded male strangers. Forced to expose herself to their prying gazes and play with yourself. They’d all bathed her in their cum. Diana had just pissed on her. And oh the biting words Diana spoke.
A swell of emotion broiled in Maggie’s chest and she felt she would begin crying. But then suddenly Diana was there. She dropped down and straddled Maggie’s body and brought her face just a fraction from Maggie’s.
Maggie’s eyes fluttered and her lip trembled.
“Ssshhh…Take it easy Maggie. That’s a good girl.” Diana’s words barely a whisper. Her tone now warm and soothing. She gently kissed over Maggie’s cheeks and nose and eyes.
Maggie was so confused.
“You did very good Maggie. I want you to go take a hot shower now. I’ll come for you in a half an hour and we’ll talk. Okay?”
Maggie looked deep into the woman’s pretty eyes. The urge to cry still very close in her throat but she resisted. She jerked her head in acknowledgement.
“That’s a good girl. Just relax Maggie. Everything’s okay now.” Diana rose to her feet and motioned to two of the hooded men. Maggie felt them come up to her and slowly they began to wipe her belly and breasts with thick white towels. They dabbed carefully and tenderly at her body until she was dry.
Maggie shakily crawled to her heap of clothes and on hands and knees she gathered them. She no longer cared that men watched her. She was at once humiliated yet happy. She couldn’t let her mind wrap around all the thoughts flashing through it just now. Rather, she let herself feel. And what she felt was a sense of satisfaction.
As Maggie reached the door she glanced back over her shoulder at Miss Diana. The heavy-framed woman stood watching her. She smiled and winked at Maggie then spun around, her golden hair cascading over her shoulders. Maggie saw Diana thrust her crop at the well-hung slave standing stoically back in the corner.
“You better get that shriveled cock hard right now boy. Miss Diana wants to be pleased right now.” With that, Maggie slipped out the door and headed for the shower.
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