"Please don`t make me beg for it…" he said,"…please."
He knelt face down on the carpet, his hands tied behind his back, his ass jutting in the air; his pantied ass, clad in the shiny, smooth, black nylon, lace-trimmed women`s knickers. The high-heels of his shiny patent leather shoes pointed up towards his tormentor, their straps taught round his ankles, the smooth toe-caps polishing themselves on the thick, white pile carpet. The black nylon suspenders stretched across his soft, white, shaven thighs and pulled tight the tops of his shiny lycra stockings, seams slightly twisted by his writhing. The figure-hugging black mini dress failed to cover his erect prick which shuffled and slapped in the narrow gap between his stocking tops. Already there was a slick, shiny smear of pre-come which had oozed out onto the silky black stockings, showing his lack of control.
"Please," he whimpered.
Amelia walked round until she stood directly in front of him. He gazed helplessly at her spiked heels as she twisted her feet before his eyes, pushing one of her shoes under his chin.
"Beg for it?" she asked, stroking the thick brown rubber butt-plug with her rubber clad hand, "I'm going to make you beg to suck it after I've fucked you with it; you're going to beg to lick my shit off it after I've pushed it up my own ass. I'm going to wash that down with a glass of my piss- I'm going to let you watch me piss into this wine glass and then I'm going to make you drink it- slowly, while I watch! And while you're doing that I'll be encouraging you with this!" So saying she swished the straightened wire coat-hanger through the air.
Allan stood in the doorway, the bulge under his skirt betraying his arousal. His eyes glittered sinisterly behind the slits in the black rubber hood. His body was sheathed in a rubber maids uniform. The seamed black stockings made his legs look long and feminine. The high-heeled court shoes made him taller and he minced across the room when Amelia beckoned.
"Patricia", she said, addressing the slave at her feet, "Kneel up and show me your tits!" Upon which he sat up, his ass on his heels, his shoulders pulled back by his bound arms behind him, chest thrust out. Amelia pulled down the top of his black dress, exposing the flesh coloured lycra bra underneath, stretched tight across his chest muscles, his nipples, artificially swollen and lengthened, bulging through. She gently, almost lovingly, stroked and fondled his nipples through the filmy material, tugging and plucking at the sensitive nubs of flesh. One of Amelia’s special pleasures was what she called “titty torture” and she loved to see the reaction of men and women when she worked on this sensitive part of their bodies.
With a cruel smile Amelia picked up the crocodile clips and a three foot length of chain from the bedside table and, grinning, ran her wet tongue over one of the clips, depositing a thick gobbett of saliva on its open jaws.
"Open your mouth slut!", she growled, "and service my maid." Slowly he licked his lips, opened his mouth and stared with frightened eyes at Allan’s huge erect prick jutting out from under the rubber skirt towards his face. Allan crudely stroked and pulled at it with one rubber gloved hand, pointing it straight towards the slave's mouth. His balls were clasped tightly by the black rubber pants he wore beneath the bizarre uniform. The kneeling transvestite could see them, black and bulging above the other man’s rubber stocking tops. The short length of exposed skin between panties and stocking tops was glossy, smooth and hairless, as was the rest of Allan‘s body. While he watched in helpless fascination, Allan wanked himself with his right hand while sensuously stroking first his rubber clad legs then his groin and chest with his other hand. While staring at Patricia on the floor he licked his rubber clad fingers and teased his own nipples through the perverse uniform.
Slowly he approached, pointing his cock at the kneeling TV’s face. Allan’s hips swayed as he walked in his high heeled shoes across the carpet. His cock head was fully exposed -dark purple and swollen both with arousal and from the crystal meth and poppers which he and his bitch wife had taken. Fully erect it measured a good nine inches in length and Patricia knew that he could barely close his fingers around the girth of it. It was a punisher -difficult to wrap your lips around, hard to take in the back of the throat and excruciatingly painful to take full up the arse. Patricia had the awful knowledge that she was going to be feeling it tonight up her butt hole.
As Allan tugged and squeezed at the cock, clear slimy pre-cum oozed from the tip and he rubbed it around and into the head with his rubber clad fingers. The sensation of this friction on his delicate glans caused him to half close his eyes and tilt his rubber encased head back slightly, his indrawn breath hissing sharply between his teeth.
Allan’s free hand reached round behind Patricia's head and pulled the kneeling transvestite’s face roughly towards the dribbling, excited prick. With one last mewling gasp Patricia felt the penis spear between his lips and push into the back of his throat. He gagged and tried to pull his head away but now both Allan's hands, in their elbow-length black rubber gloves, held his head fastened onto the thrusting pole raping his mouth. Patricia felt her breath whistle and gurgle from the back of her throat around the thick, rubbery cock. Allan momentarily removed one hand from Patricia’s head to accept the open popper bottle from his bitch wife. He applied it hastily to his nose and sniffed deeply, snorting the drug deep into his bloodstream. The effect was immediate -his cock thickened and engorged with blood, his breathing hoarsened and quickened and his movements in Patricia’s mouth increased in urgency and depth. A sensual urgency took over his body. The kneeling transvestite could feel the languorous sexual urges build in the body and penis of the man raping her mouth and degrading her in front of Amelia. His cock pulsed and dribbled in Patricia’s mouth.
"You fucking slut!", hissed Amelia, "You're going to be punished for being such a dirty little whore." Patricia's face reddened as she thrilled to the abuse, verbal and physical. Amelia's hands slid across her breasts, pushing the lycra bra aside, exposing Patricia's tortured, swollen nipples. The first crocodile clip, lubricated with her mistresses spit was clamped painfully on her left nipple. Patricia squealed, the cry muffled by the huge prick pushing down her throat. She looked up at Allan, whose face had taken on a gleaming, menacing light. He passed the popper he had snorted to Amelia who, without removing her gaze from the slave at her feet, fastened the bottle to her nostril and inhaled heavily. Allan's thrusts in her mouth took on a more demanding, stronger rythm and he began to snort heavily, the eyes behind the mask red and staring as though possesed. The cock in her mouth swelled and became rock hard and extra demanding. She tried to cry out in pain as her mistress fastened the second clamp to her right nipple, enhancing the merciless pain from the first sharp clamp. But of course only a gurgle of saliva came out, lost in Allan's blonde pubic hair.
Allan sat back heavily on the bed, dragging Patricia's head with him, still firmly rooted on his groin. The feminised slave was now kneeling up, hands tightly fastened behind her back, her body weight pitching her forward even more on to the rigid cock in her mouth. She gagged as the swollen plum like head of his cock was forced past the back of her throat, threatening to choke her. As Allan's rubber clad hands wrapped round her ears she felt her skirt being peeled up and her knickers being pulled off of her buttocks, down to her stocking tops. Patricia glanced sideways at the mirror and almost fainted at the spectacle it presented her. Allan had raised one rubber stocking clad leg across her back and was hunched forward across her head, thrusting rythmically. She met her own eyes in the mirror, staring helplessly back from the black rubber hood.
Then she saw Amelia tugging at something around her waist. Patricia watched in fascination as Amelia fastened the straps of the cruel, black rubber dildo to her pubic mound, tucking the tail end into her slick vagina. The tool was designed to rub the clit, stimulate and penetrate the dirty dyke who was doing the fucking. Amelia would feel and be turned on by every thrust of the rubber cock which violated her pretty, submissive TV maid.
Now Amelia picked up the plastic bottle of moisturiser from the bedside table. She bent towards Patricia's raised, exposed asshole and the slave felt the hard plastic nozzle being inserted roughly in her anus. With a few quick pumps Amelia had primed Patricia's bumhole with the cool lotion. All the while Allan continued to rape her mouth with his huge erect penis which was by now dribbling in her mouth. His breath came hard and fast and he was like a man possessed. The drugs in his bloodsteam were driving him on while the sight of his dirty bitch wife fucking this submissive transvestite like a sweet little girl were turning him on and keeping him close to coming in the filthy tart’s mouth. Only the promise of Patricia’s tight, sweet arse kept him from coming in her mouth.
Another pump from the bottle of moisturiser deposited a spurt on the tip of the strap-on dildo. The lotion trickled obscenely like an ejaculation on the smooth black surface as Amelia moved into position behind the kneeling, restrained transvestite. The bulbous head first nudged against her buttock cheeks, smearing the lubricant onto her white skin before Amelia steered the monster towards Patricia's puckered brown asshole.
Despite the lubricant in her passage, Patricia felt the head of the dildo stretch her anus painfully. She could feel the ribs and veins in the monster as Amelia slowly pushed it into her arse....
(To Be Continued)...
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