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5. Bad Kittens
Sarah wondered what happened to her skills since she walked through the front door. Other than Joe being bigger than she would normally allow in her ass he was far from the biggest she ever had in there. The punishments were far from severe; she had not even crawled for them, just a little allusion to pony-girl play and some fucking. Reality took longer to creep into her thoughts than earlier. 'Stupid girl,' she thought, 'this isn’t play, it is real, and your secretary has you and your husband captive as her husband's fuck slaves.' As soon as Sarah heard the shower drown out the giggling in the bathroom she pulled Edward’s licking face from her ass, turned, and whispered, "Baby, what did she do to you? Did she hurt you?"
Ed looked back in horror, they were just ordered to be silent. She was a sub too, she was supposed to know these things even better than he. His fears were realized as Nancy and Joe burst out of bathroom and asked who was talking.
When Ed tried to take the blame, Nancy called out "ten,” Ed called back "thirty" and began to cry, not knowing what was going to happen, but knew it would be bad. Nancy grabbed Sarah and asked her directly, she lied too and said Ed was telling the truth. "Fifty" and Ed responded "eighty." Nancy nodded at Joe, and then looked at the dresser. Joe dragged Sarah to the long dresser with a mirrored top and locked her ankles to the base at the end. Sarah felt a wave run through her when he grabbed her; she was wet again, but afraid. He tore her blouse apart and tied her wrists to the brass anchors on the far end, stretching her toned body as far as it could stretch. She screamed, begged, and struggled in vain. She knew she immobilized for something severe.
Nancy tossed the ballgag onto the dresser; it bounced it off Sarah's head. "I know you don't want to hear her until she behaves, Sir."
"Please, this is too much! Please no? I swear I won't tell if you stop now," she screamed as Joe rubbed her ass. "Sir Joe?" With her unprompted utterance of "Sir," he slipped the big head of his circumcised cock into her dripping wetness as he reached under and rubbed her clit with his long, thick finger. She moaned and hoped to distract him, it was transparent, he pulled out and walked to her face. She looked up at him with a contrived smile and licked her lips invitingly. He smiled back as he picked up the gag. "No! Misses Clarke . . ." she screamed her appeal to the wife as Joe shoved the ball into her mouth and buckled the harness painfully tight. All that escaped were her muffled whimpers, tears and the saliva that pooled onto the mirror below her.
Nancy returned to Ed and kissed him, she cuffed his wrists behind the chair with the chain of the police cuffs threaded through a dowel, and then reached down and locked the other sets of police cuffs to his ankles before she again straddled his lap and kissed softly. Edward could not remember when he last had any assertive tendencies. He surrendered totally to Sarah for decisions, for daily routines, literally how to do everything. She taught him how she wanted things done and he did them very well. He thought that he should have done something, a thought that began to flee when he remembered Sarah told him to obey. The thought was gone as soon as Nancy spoke.
"Eddie, your wife will be catching up on her punishment now. You will count down as you tell me what happened while I was with Sir Joe in the shower. Okay baby?"
Ed nodded and said, "Yes Ma'am." He sighed as Nancy slipped him inside her and squeezed his cock as she kissed and sucked his tongue. She was amazed at how quickly he recovered for her. She kept his head forward so he could not see Sarah, even if he peaked from under Sarah’s panties that she had just slipped over his head.
Joe briefly walked to the hallway, returned with the belt Sarah wore to work and turned it "inside out." Nancy smiled at the brilliant touch and squeezed Ed deep inside her. Speaking loudly enough for Sarah to hear, Nancy said, "Eddie pet, let’s make this a little more fun,” as she began to ride him gently, "let’s fuck to the rhythm of the count." All Edward could do was moan a “yes” as his head rocked back in pleasure.
As Nancy began her slow ride, Joe rubbed the rough side of the leather down Sarah’s back as he slid his finger over her wet clit again. Sarah moaned, after hearing what Nancy said to Ed and feeling Joe’s touch she thought a forced orgasm punishment was on the way and smiled, then out of reflex tried to look in the mirror with her blindfolded eyes to see what he was rubbing on her back. Joe laughed quietly at the reaction as he rubbed the leather across her face, then up her arm to her fingers, allowing her to feel the buckles on the smooth side. As soon as she identified the belt, she cried and begged for mercy. Joe ignored the muffled screams as Nancy reminded Edward that he was to count down and, with that, a loud crack shot through the room as Joe smacked Sarah's ass with the belt and she screamed into the gag.
"Seventy-nine," Ed said with a whimper. During the pause, he tried to say again it was him who spoke.
CRACK
"Seventy-eight," Ed said with a thrust, as Sarah began to cry for real between screams.
He tried to speak again and Nancy put her hand over his mouth. "Just countdown to ten and then tell me what happened. Only counting down now to ten, baby. She has not trained you as well as I thought," she said as he counted with tears rolling down his face, trying to keep his thrusts in rhythm with the beating. He needed no additional reminder that The Woman of the House told him to obey Misses Clarke at all times.
As Nancy matched Edward’s improving rhythm she said, "Oh baby, this is such a good ride. Now, if I do not get the truth by the time you get to zero, Sir Joe will be mad and keep beating her even if she passes out. Not even her kidneys will be spared." Nancy confirmed that Edward knew something about corporal punishment safety as he began to subside, but still tried to keep rhythm with the count. Sarah tried to scream, "Tell her truth," but not a syllable was understandable.
When Ed got to ten, Nancy asked Joe to pause and asked Ed what happened. Sarah's cries were getting weak. He knew that the truth was the only thing to keep things from getting more severe, so he did and Nancy gave Joe the signal to continue. Sarah was quiet by the time the last five lashes were given. She was bruised and unconscious, but not bleeding.
"How many words were said, Eddie? Think carefully before you answer."
Ed counted in his mind and answered with a whimper, "Eleven, Misses Clarke."
"Eleven it is," and she nodded at Joe, then kissed and fucked Ed deeply as Joe beat Sarah with eleven more powerful whacks.
"Now, Eddie, you two will learn to behave by morning, understand?"
"Yes Ma'am."
Nancy looked back to Joe and said, "Sir, thank you for my new Pet. May I have some privacy with him? He needs a reward."
Joe responded, "Yes, My Kitten." He released the bonds of the still unconscious Misses Kneeler, put her over his shoulder as Nancy removed the panties from Ed's head, and unlocked his ankles.
"Oh, Sir, when you are done she needs to be in the guest bedroom, not the little bitch princess' room."
Joe did not have to ask Nancy to expand. Her orders were to scope out the space and make things fit within the plan. She sent him a detailed floor plan with activity notes when she used the den computer. He accepted her word.
Joe dumped Sarah onto Edward’s small bed and locked the door. He noted an additional lock that only worked from the outside. He did not bother waking her gently; he began screwing her like a fresh corpse. When Sarah woke, all she could do was whimper. His only order was "Be sexy, bitch." She tried her best to comply as she spiraled deep into "subspace," doing whatever told without question, rubbing her stockings and heels up and down Joe’s legs, trying to moan, purr, and giggle.
Nancy decided to refresh Edward on romantic skills, helping him begin slow was not the problem, getting him to get intense was. They made love until Edward was sore again and empty, then cuddled and kissed until Joe returned for another cock cleaning. Before he was released to join Misses Kneeler in the guest room, Edward replaced the sheets and wiped the dresser with the old ones before he sent them down to the laundry room. Nancy rubbed his cuff-marked ankles with salve from Joe's overalls. He was instructed to use it to care for Sarah's bruising and Nancy gave him two pills before Joe escorted him to the guest room.
At the guest room door Joe told Ed, in an unexpected voice of sophistication, "You get to be with my new bitch for four hours, including getting her ready for breakfast. You have dressed her in a corset, stockings, and shoes before, yes?"
"Yes Sir."
"Good boy, then you should know how long to plan for that. When you get in there, if she is hungry, you can knock on the door and, if we hear it, you both can have dinner with Misses Clarke and me. She needs to be showered, dressed, and in heavy makeup by six. Got it?"
"Yes Sir."
Joe unlocked the door and let Ed open it to enter. The Woman of the House was under the covers, curled in the fetal position, sobbing. As the door closed behind him, he heard the familiar sound of the deadbolt close. He leaped to the side of the bed. "I have something for your bruises. Are you hungry, Ma’am?"
"Not if it means being around them, Pet," she cried softly and then smiled. She was so glad to see him and it dawned on her that it had been so long since she felt that way. "Ed, please kiss me first? Please?"
"Of course," he responded and timidly kissed her lips. She winced in pain as she threw her sore arms around him.
"I want to make love to you but . . . so sore . . ."
Before Sarah could finish, an enormous wave of passion engulfed Edward. He had to have her and he was not going to take no for an answer. He quickly rubbed the salve on his cock and then plunged into her.
"Ed, please, I can't, too sore . . ."
"She gave me pills, I can't help it, I'm sorry Mistress," he said as he began to ravish her. The erectile enhancer and low dosage of Ecstasy were working on him just as Nancy planned.
Sarah’s revived feelings of love, mixed with her not-yet-extinct desire for survival and her now deep submission overrode the pain as she took him until his doses subsided. Whatever it was, she wished she had given it to him when they were dating. It was the first time he ever took her like that. She giggled like a schoolgirl and thanked him, like it was her first pleasurable time all over again. Edward could not believe she thanked him and he thanked her back, removed her heels and tattered stockings, and remnants of her blouse, and then rubbed in the salve on her legs, ass, back and wrists. He set an alarm for morning and whispered to her what they had to do when they woke.
"Ed, we need to do what they say until we are out of this. I'm sorry that I've made you so helpless," she cried,
"I really, really am. I didn't realize what I'd done to you . . ."
"Mistress, please, I will do what you say. Anything you say. You need your rest. I do for you willingly."
Sarah sunk into sleep she could tell Edward that she loved him. "I love you," were the last words from his lips before closing his eyes, just like every night before.
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