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What if we wanted… CH 4 Saturday

 

 

I slept late on Saturday morning. When I woke up, I was momentarily surprised that Candy wasn’t sleeping besides me, then I remembered; we left the three girls together in Yukiko’s bed, to rest and recover after their ordeals last night.

 

Robert and I had spent most of the night editing the digital videotapes we had taken of the festivities. We both had agreed that the girls, first thing in the morning, would call the whole thing off, so we wanted a nice memento for us all. A tribute to a bad idea; an exciting idea nonetheless, but a really bad one.  As a result we did not get much sleep, and when I woke up, the alarm on the night table showed 09:30.

 

I got up, and headed for the kitchen; as I stepped on the landing, I noticed the smell of coffee. I walked down to the kitchen and heard the girls chatter. “Morning sleepyhead” they chanted as I, bleary eyed, walked into the kitchen. For all of yesterday’s activities, they did not look worse for the wear. They could be any group of attractive women deciding, over coffee, what to do for the day.

 

“How are you all feeling?”

Candy cheerfully answered: “Well, my boobs feel the size of melons and look like ginormous mint balls, you know, the red and white ones; aside from that, quite peachy”

 

Vicky’s was a noncommittal “OK”

 

Yukiko’s answer was also quite perky “My asshole still hurts from that reaming you gave it. I had never had it back there; it hurt like hell.” Then she smiled and asked: “So, what are you boys planning for us for tonight?”

 

So much for them backing down.

 

Robert was up  soon after, and we decided to all go for breakfast to “The Cabin” They had great breakfasts there, but like all good breakfast places in town, it was absolutely impossible to get breakfast there during the summer or winter season, they being so packed. Now in early October, as the summer season ended, but the winter ski season was not yet ready to rev up, you could actually go there and get breakfast without divine intervention.

 

The girls dressed in a jiffy. Candy was wearing a turtleneck sweater and jeans. “I can’t fit these melons into a bra today. They feel so huge, and they hurt” Yukiko wore a black dress, of surprisingly decent length; it almost came down to her knees. As she turned in front of us, she playfully flashed us the back of her thighs. That explained the dress. The stripes from yesterday were clearly visible.

 

Vicky had ended up being the least damaged yesterday, despite the caning to her breasts. Today she wore a yellow shirt and miniskirt, with matching bra.

 

It was raining again; a persistent drizzle that kept people indoors. For the first time in recorded history, there was no line at The Cabin. We had our pick of most of the restaurant, and picked up a corner booth that was pretty isolated.

 

We all ordered hearty breakfasts.

 

I swear the girls were trying to kill Robert and me. As I was getting ready to eat my scrambled eggs with hash browns, Vicky started: “So, What are you going to do to us tonight?” After I recovered from my fit of choking, Candy added “Yes, you did not do anything permanent last night” and with her hand discreetly reaching over her jeans, towards her snatch she continued “I am kind of looking forward to your doing something really bad to one of us”

“Since I was the first one to volunteer, I have dibs on that.” Yukiko was impulsive, as always. That is probably why she was always the first one to try new things, sometimes with disastrous results. That is also why she had two divorces, and had given up on men. Most men do not appreciate a tigress that will just eat and chew them up. Only Robert and I had been able to maintain a long relationship with her, and it took the two of us, plus our girlfriend and wife running interference to keep it going.

 

There was no question that these girls were decided to go much further than we had bargained for.

 

“So, what would you girls like to have us do to you?” Robert was more skilled than I was in conversational warfare. That comes from being a psychologist I guess. “Vicky, you go first”

 

Now it was Vicky the one discreetly fondling herself.

 

“I think that you are still holding back. That you are trying to take my feelings, my pain, into account, and are not going as far as you would go otherwise. I would like you to show me that it is not the case. I do not get off on pain, you and I know that. But I do get off on giving myself to you. When you hold back, you are refusing my gift. I understand why you do it, but I want you to stop. I want you to take my gift to you, me, without any limitations. Tonight, please do whatever you want to me, Tie me up tightly, stick needles under my fingernails, put cigarettes out on my breasts, whatever, but I want to know, at the end, that you accept my gift, my pain, and that it is yours to enjoy.”

 

Robert, wide eyed, was silent, but I could see the growing bulge in his pants.

 

“Candy, your turn”

 

“I do not get off on pain either, and I also give you Simon my pain as a gift. I do believe you understand it, and from what happened yesterday, I do believe that you are glad to have it and that you are going to take it. I am not sure what I would want you to do to me. I am afraid of asking for something beyond what I can endure. Of course that should be irrelevant to you. I cannot refuse. There is no longer a safe word.

 

To prove this to you tonight, if you want, and only if you want, I wish you would punish my pussy. Punish it for giving me pleasure when I should only be focusing on yours. Burn my clit with a cigar, or a soldering iron. Or if you prefer, whip it with the cane. Make it so that it hurts for days. So that I always remember whose joy and pleasure I should be focusing on.”

 

We did not need to tell Yukiko to go. She took off like a rocket:

 

“Whip me, all over my body, with the whip, then with the cane. Afterwards, bend me over a table, tie me to it, or even better nail my tits to it. Then fist me; front and back. Yesterday, after you had buggered me, as I was seeing Candy’s cropping and then Vicky’s caning, I imagined myself, tied or nailed to the pool table, and getting buggered after being whipped. I hoped someone would come and fuck me, I was so hot. But you wimps did not. I am getting all hot and bothered just by thinking about this. Someone promise me you will do it. We do have a saw horse in the garage. We can use that.”

We had to promise her that yes, she would be tied, or nailed to the saw horse and fisted.

 

We returned home, in a more somber mood than when we left. Only Vicky and Candy appeared cheerful. Robert and I were worried about where this whole thing was going, and Yukiko was thinking about her upcoming ordeal.

 

As soon as we arrived home, after discussing it with Robert, I took 12 3 inch nails from the tool box and gave 6 to Yukiko and 6 to Vicky. I told them to sharpen their tips during the afternoon, since we were planning to use them on their tits. The anticipation, as well as having them work on their own torture implements would greatly enhance their anxiety, and our pleasure. We then got into the hot tub with Candy, who did not need to get anything ready, and decided to play with her. Robert and I took turns eating out her pussy. “Since, after we are done with you tonight, it will be at least a week before you can use it again” We also took turns fucking her, while she squealed with delight. After we had fucked her once apiece, and gotten each a blow job from her, and probably after her eighth orgasm of the afternoon, I devised a devious plan.

 

“I have a job for you Candy. While we do Yukiko and Vicky, I don’t want you to feel neglected, so I shall impale you vaginally on the largest dildo we have. You shall fix the dildo to one of the broomsticks; after that is done, I want you to take the small tub of margarine that is in the refrigerator, and mix it with equal parts of that fiery Siracha Thai hot sauce we have. On hearing this, her eyes widened, and she started trembling. Mix it well, since we will lubricate the dildo with it so it goes in easily. See how nice we are?”

As she stepped out of the tub I gave her a hard smack on her ass to speed her on her way. She yelped loudly.”

 

“Man, Simon, Can you be cruel when you set your mind to it.”

“She was having entirely too much fun”

 

Pointing to his erection, Robert asked “So, What shall I do about this?” “Vicky!” I called out. She soon came over. “Bring us a bottle of Scotch, a bucket of ice, glasses and your ass” I said.

 

As soon as she got back, she occupied herself with her husband’s schmeckel, while I helped myself to some Johnnie Walker, and alternated looking at her head bobbing up and down on Robert’s dick, or for a change at her luscious wet ass. Her puckered asshole was really tempting, but we hadn’t buggered her yesterday, and I knew for a fact that Robert hadn’t had her there yet. I felt that he should have first rights to her asshole. However this did not extend to licking it, so that’s exactly what I did. I grabbed her globes and stuck my face between them, licking her rosebud, and poking the tip of my tongue inside. By the shaking of her pelvis she seemed to be enjoying it. After Robert poured himself down his wife’s gullet, he generously offered me her services, but I wanted to reserve myself for the evening, and gratefully declined. She had almost finished sharpening her nails so we kept her in the tub for a while, occasionally fondling and mauling her, still sore, breasts. As we were doing that, we regaled her with comments on how we could torture her boobies that evening. The suggestions included burning her nipples with cigars, crushing them with pliers, perforating them with skewers, and of course whipping them until they bled. Robert decided not to wait until the evening to start torturing his beautiful wife, so he had her bring from “The bag of stuff” two large rat traps, and without further ado, let them close rather violently on her areolas. Her scream was very satisfactory, and it brought both Yukiko and Candy out to the deck to see what we were up to without them. They enjoyed the sight of Vicky standing in the hot tub, tears spilling from her eyes, with a large rat trap attached to each of her nipples.

 

He then sent her back to finish sharpening her nails, only now with the added adornments of the traps on her nipples, which she was forbidden to remove.

 

“Yukiko, have you finished with your nails?” Robert asked.

“Yes, they are ready. Very sharp”

“Come over into the tub, and bring some KY. I want to bugger you before you get stretched too much”

She came right over. Although anxious, she was quite willing, and wet, we noted before she got in the tub. Without much ado Robert had her lean over the edge of the tub, applied some KY and started banging away in her ass. She did not scream as much, mostly she whimpered but, as I fingered her pussy, I could tell by the wetness down there that her whimpers were not all from pain. Mind you I don’t think she had reached the point that she could enjoy her ass fuck, but I believe she was getting off on the idea, the submission and, I suspected, the pain was also exciting her. The sight of my friend banging at her in the rear got me hard again. I slid under her, and into her pussy.  I did not even have to move, Robert banging away did all the work, with some help from her. I was excited by the whole scene; I was able to feel Robert going in and out through her vaginal membrane. I soon dropped a load of cum into Yukiko’s pussy, and shortly after Robert dropped his. Judging by her yelling, and the strong squeezes my dick was getting from her pussy muscles, she got off too.

 

 

 

Robert and I both needed to recover before the evenings exertions, so we went off for a nap. The girls proceeded to Yukiko’s room for their own preparations which included enemas for everybody, in view of the possible routes of invasion, so to speak. Vicky had been allowed to remove the rat traps. She squealed even more loudly after they came off than when they went on.

 

That evening, Robert and I repaired to the playroom in the basement.

 

The girls had been busy while we napped. They had brought down the sawhorse which was placed in the center of the room. By one wall, the dildo, all 12” of it, attached to the broomstick was affixed to two by fours, which held it upright. A transverse board stood out at the base of the dildo to prevent whoever was impaled on it from dropping too far.

 

They had also set up a square wooden frame, also supported by transverse two by fours to suspend Vicky from. There are advantages to having an architect in the group. Ropes, straps, crop, whip and cane were laid out on the pool table, together with the sharpened nails, as well as a bunch of stainless steel pins, and BBQ skewers. The tub of margarine, now pink from the addition of the Sriracha sauce also sat on the table. A box of Arturo Fuentes Canones (With maduro wrappers, of course) and an already hot soldering iron on its support were also there.

 

Candy had been very thoughtful and also placed an ice bucket, glasses, and a full bottle of Glenmorangie on the pool table. Each glass, as well as the ice bucket was on coasters to avoid staining the carpet of the pool table. I had the feeling we would soon sell that pool table on E-Bay. She also placed a large ashtray on it, knowing full well that Robert and I were planning to smoke the cigars, even if we used the soldering iron.

 

The room was nicely cool at 74F; the fireplace was on, which lent a nice homey touch to the whole scene; it would also help evacuate the cigar smoke. The smoke extractor was on too. It was an expensive one, with the blower outside the house, so it did not make noise, but would get rid of the smoke of the cigars quite fast. It would probably be very effective too at removing the smell of burnt pussy.

 

We were wearing matching deep blue, almost indigo, boxer shorts and silk dressing gowns. We took a look around and whistled. Then we helped ourselves to some Scotch and lit a cigar apiece, while listening to the girls walk down the stairs. They were rather subdued, not their usual chattering giggling lot. We turned on the video cameras at this point.

 

They arrived, all nude. I was standing beside the dildo pole at the time. “I can remove the transverse, if that’s what you would want” Said Candy, with a wan little smile. “No dear, it will do nicely as it is” Was my answer.

 

Vicky then observed “I see you boys have started drinking. We haven’t had any booze this afternoon. Nothing that would interfere with our senses. That way you will know that we are experiencing all the suffering you want to give us”

 

Our silk shorts had not been designed to hide erections, and they didn’t. The girls, although nervous also were breathing in short breaths, with the tops of their chests, as women tend to do when they are excited. This tends to focus the sight of any male nearby on their lovely pectoral melons; well, grapefruits would be more like it, except for Yukiko, where navel oranges would be a more appropriate comparison.

 

After this citrus interlude, we decided it was time to get started. We had Yukiko film with the portable camera, while the fixed cameras took it all in.

We had Candy anoint the dildo with the hot margarine. After this was done, Robert and I picked Candy up. She extended her arms over our shoulders, and we picked up her thighs, positioning her over the dildo. We then inserted it into her ass, to her slight surprise; I guess she expected it in her pussy, but that was not to be. After impaling her with all her weight on the 12” long 3” thick monster, Candy only grunted loudly; we noticed that she would be quite unstable on the pole, so we brought out another pole, placed it along her back and tied her hands behind it, so as to stabilize her. By now, she was moving actively trying, unsuccessfully, to relieve the burning that she was feeling up her bum. She was also grabbing the pole with her feet to relieve the pressure on her ass. This just wouldn’t do, so we tied both of her feet behind the pole. Now she was properly immobilized and would have to stand there, whimpering and witnessing the celebrations.

 

Next would be Yukiko. We had Vicky tie her to the wooden frame. Her wrists tied together and to the top traverse of the frame, while her ankles were tied to the bottom of the frame, at each angle. She now looked like an inverted Y. Her breathing was quite fast now, her eyes unfocused. Going somewhere, to her own private space. We had Vick start the whipping, to her back. Vicky is not as strong as a man, but the whip, would still cause severe pain. We did offer Vicky a hard cut of the cane for every cut of the whip that did not mark Yukiko appropriately. We only need to strike her three times before she got the idea. Actually, Vicky really got into it. She seemed to be getting off on whipping Yukiko too. Yukiko held off screaming quite a while, for the first 20 lashes or so she just grunted loudly despite the red welts on her back, ass and thighs. Then she started screaming. We let Candy continue for 10 more lashes, and then stopped her. Yukiko’s gasping breath provided a counterpoint to Candy’s whimpers and Vicky’s labored efforts to catch her breath. Time to give all of them some water, which they all accepted greedily.

 

Now was Vicky’s turn. With some of the rope we tied her hands behind her back, then her elbows together. This tie puts a lot of painful pressure on the shoulders. We then tied a leather collar round her neck, and a rough rope from the front of the collar, down between her legs, tightly over her clit, pussy and ass, and then up the back to join her wrists. If she tried to move her head, the rope would saw through her pussy, if she did not, her head would be painfully pushed forward. We then tied a spreader pole on her knees, and her feet together. We again tied her neck to the rope tying her feet, so they are now pulled up and towards her face. She cannot help but look at them. By the way, did I mention that Vicky has the most gorgeous feet? We checked the ties, and I also fingered her, noting the moisture in her snatch. Robert then brought out a large fish hook, tied to a piece of Nylon monofilament line and, after having Vicky open her mouth, transfixed her tongue with the hook. The screaming was glorious. He then tied the monofilament to her feet. Any motion of her feet would not only pull on her neck, but also painfully on her tongue. I personally thought this was a bit too much, but, she did say to do whatever he wanted; I heard her. Robert puffed on his cigar, and then touched it to her left tit, right by the armpit; not for long, not enough time to mark her or give her a severe burn, but enough to make her scream. He continued his cigar exploration of his wife’s beautiful breasts, until eventually reaching her nipples. Despite the pain that any movement of her head must be causing her, she tossed her head up, down and sideways. A little blood was coming out of her tongue, but nothing alarming.

 

I left Robert to his entertainment, while I decided to stand by Candy, and point out to her the details of Vicky’s torture, and how, in her case, it would be so much worse, the clitoris being so much more sensitive than the breast. Candy’s face and chest were covered by cold sweat; but I could not tell if that was fear or the effects of the Thai pepper sauce on her asshole.

 

We moved back to Yukiko now. I picked up the cane this time, and started to slowly and methodically mark her breasts. Right, left, systematically, I would strike them. I always allowed a few seconds between each cut, so that she could savor each stroke without interference. Her loud screams were marvelous to hear, although I was afraid she might get hoarse before the end. After her breasts were a nice shade of red, crossed all over by deep red welts, I handed the cane to Robert, who started his work on her legs, and then finished by a series of cuts to her pussy that made it swell to twice its size. We then cut her down, and laid her on the pool table to recover.

 

It’s time to get back to Vicky. This time it is me who approaches her. I pick up the pins and start inserting them under her toenails; slowly and deep. I am glad I put on earplugs, her screams are deafening. After I finished decorating her toes with two pins apiece, we cut her down, leaving the pins in. We bring a chair and have her sit on the chair, her hands tied behind the back rest, and her tits lying on top of a 2 by 4 on the pool table. I bring out the nails and start hammering 3 nails through each nipple, into the 2 by 4. Surprisingly she does not scream this time, she just grunts and whimpers through the ordeal. After this is completed, we hang the 2 by 4 from the wall, and have her put her arms on her head. Robert then whips her ass and thighs severely, while she is immobilized by her nipples nailed to the board. She screams loudly all the time. After Robert gets tired of this game, we release her from the wall, and hang her from the board, like Yukiko had been, except that the board is still hanging from her nipples, and we tie her ankles to the board over her head. Her pussy is thus exposed to us, and we push a skewer through the length of each of her large cunt lips. She is all screamed put however and just whimpers loudly. We let her hung there, and give her some water.

 

Now we get back to Candy who is still squirming on her pole. We get Yukiko up, and give her the whip. It is time for Yukiko to whip Candy’s breasts. We tell her to give Candy 20 lashes, 10 to each breast, hard. She does it very well. Candy screams throughout this torture. She wasn’t expecting this. She tries to squirm or avoid the lash, but impaled as she is, she can do no more than wiggle. Yukiko is done soon.

 

We then have Yukiko lie belly down on the sawhorse. Knowing what is coming now, she trembles violently, but does not back down. A breast hangs on each side of the sawhorse, and Robert and I pick up the hammer and nails and, through each areola attach 2 nails to the sawhorse. If she wasn’t so hoarse, she would scream loudly, as it is only a rasping, desperate sound comes out. The third nail goes through the base of each nipple. Despite everything, a deep scream comes out. We have placed her on the horse so she can see the frame, and pole. We now take Vicky down from the frame, free her tits and remove the skewers too. All things considered she is not too bad. We let her rest, and move to Candy. Candy, knowing that the worst is to come, is crying desperately. We untie her and lift her off the pole. Her asshole opens and closes as we free it from the intruder. It is no longer invaded but the burn from the Sriracha sauce is intense.

 

We hang her from the frame, her arms up at the middle, her legs open and tied to the sides of her wrists. It’s good she does Pilates and stretching Yoga. Crying she asks me for a gag. I find a ball gag and insert it. Mute, she now thanks me with her eyes. In this position her pussy is exposed. I flog it with the whip, 10, 15 times. She can only squirm and grunt. No other relief is permitted her. I give Robert the cane. He shows it to her and, tears in her eyes, she nods. 15 more strokes to her already swelling pussy.

 

I puff on the cigar and approach her. Candy looks at me, and at my cigar, fear written all over her eyes, face and body. She trembles. Loses control of her bladder. I kiss her cheek, and whisper in her ear. “Shall I stop?” She shakes her head. I whisper again, as I kiss her earlobe “Shall we continue?” She nods.

 

Robert takes the left side, I take the right. We take turns Left labia, right labia.  Her screams muffled by the ball gag, are still audible. We have burned her 8 times, 4 on each side. I kiss her tear streaked face, and ask her again “All the way?” Again, she nods.

We burn her again, now on the inside. Longer this time, 8 more times.

 

We stop then and Robert moves to Yukiko. He puts on a latex glove, dips his gloved hand in the margarine mixture and inserts two fingers into Yukiko’s pussy, then three, then more margarine. Yukiko whimpers as she feels the heat, and the stretching. Soon four fingers, then his whole hand slips in. Making a fist, he pulls out. Yukiko screams as he does so. She begins whimpering again as he spoons the spicy margarine into her asshole. He follows with two fingers, then three. Yukiko screams, louder, louder. He tries four fingers. She tries to move away, but her tits, nailed to the boards keep her in place. Blood drips from the areolas and nipples now. He tries four fingers again; she screams louder and tries to move away again. She can’t help it. I tie her to waist to the sawhorse with a belt. She whispers “Thanks”.  Robert tries once more; nothing. He presses harder, screams, harder, louder screams. Finally he gives one more shove and Yukiko gives a high pitched shriek, and then it’s done. His fist is inside her ass. Yukiko’s head falls on the sawhorse. She is still conscious; crying. He pulls out; she whimpers as he does so. Her asshole is huge now. We watch it as it slowly contracts, trying to resume its normal size. It doesn’t though, not immediately.

 

I come back to Candy. “I am going to burn your clit now” I say in her ear. “This is going to be much worse than anything you’ve gone through up to now. Robert will put out his cigar inside your pussy. That will also hurt like hell. He will put out his cigar, and then I will burn your clit. Do you understand?” A nod. I remove her gag. She looks at me, frightened. No it will not be that easy. “You shall ask for it. Robert first. Ask him!”

 

I hold her labia open. Robert flicks the ash and puffs on his stub of a cigar until the tip glows red. “Ask him!” “Please Robert, put the cigar out inside me” She closes her eyes. I hold her shoulders and feel her gasping breaths. Robert inserts the cigar in her vagina, and I let go the labia as she screams, over and over for a long time that must have been 2 or 3 minutes. She recovers her composure then. Turns her head to me and kisses me. “Do it; do it to me now” I open her labia again, higher this time. The little pleasure knob is clearly visible between her two folds of flesh. She feels the cool air hitting it. “Do it to me now” I crush my cigar against it. She throws her head back and screams, once, twice, three times. She catches her breath and does it again, once, twice, and then she stops. I hug her close and kiss her passionately on the lips. She looks up at me, and gives me a wan smile.