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Poker Night Discipline
by Northern Wolf (address withheld)
***
Christie bitches about Chet's poker night and pays the
price. (MMF, nc, rp, v, anal, bd)
***
Christie wasn't pleased that Chet had invited a bunch
of his bar buddies to the house for a poker night
without asking her first. They had been married just
over a year and she was just starting to get used to
the domestic life. It was a Saturday and she had
thought that a little dinner and a TV movie was about
all she was up for after her week in court. As an
associate at a big law firm she worked hard and looked
forward to her weekends to rest.
They had argued a bit but Chet was insistent that he
could have the game if he wanted and that she should
not be so controlling. Chet scared her a little, not
only because he worked as a steel worker and was very
in shape, but because he was a little unpredictable.
These qualities had attracted her initially, but lately
she had begun to wonder if he was long term material.
"What am I supposed to do while you and your muscle
brained friends play cards," she had snapped at him.
"I couldn't care less," he had replied. "Why not stay
for a drink or better yet, stay here and serve us
drinks. Just let us have our fun."
"No chance I'll serve your jerk friends," she snarled.
"What a bunch of limp dick losers."
She wasn't ready for Chet's response and took the full
blow in the stomach without having a chance to tense
herself. She collapsed to her knees bent over in pain.
Chet grabbed her by the wrists pulling them behind her
and bound them with a short piece of rope. She had
never been into restraint and Chet had never brought
the subject up but now she was bound and the man she
had trusted had almost killed her with one punch.
"You'll do what I say bitch. Are we clear on that?"
Chet said pulling her to her feet. "I have a long night
planned for little Ms Stuckup. Let's just say that a
year with you making me feel inferior and getting only
the odd mercy fuck is all I'm going to take."
Before Christie could recover from the stomach blow,
Chet grabbed her gapping jaw with one hand and stuffed
a discipline ball gag into her mouth with the other. He
quickly buckled the straps hanging from the ends of the
gag behind her head pulling them viciously tight.
"That will keep you quiet. Now to keep you in one place
until my buddies arrive I've rigged up something
ingenious." Chet laughed lowering a thin rope that he
had looped through the ring that would have held up the
chandelier, if they had one which they didn't. "This is
a little thing I picked up in an adult shop in Mexico
last year on our honeymoon. It's called a "bride's
bridle" I've been waiting for the right moment to try
it out."
On the end of the cord was attached a small metal piece
shaped like a fish hook but instead of one curved hook
there were two. Each had a dull end but on each shaft
where the large barb was on a regular fish hook there
was a series of tiny bars just large enough to see.
Pulling Christie toward him he inserted the end of each
hook into her nostrils and pulled the cord taut.
Christie's head snapped back as her nose stretched
upward. The small barbs gripped the delicate skin in
her nose sending sharp little pains through her
sinuses, but not quite drawing blood.
"You can stand there flatfoot if you want but it would
be more erotic if you were on your toes." Chet sneered
pulling the cord gently until Christie was forced to
stand on her toes and then tying the end to a hook on
the wall. Christie's neck was stretched upward and her
nose bulged toward the ceiling. Muffled screams leaked
from the edges of the gag. "Stay there a while until I
get set up for my, what did you call them? Oh yes, my
limp dick friends."
Christie at first tried to free her tied hands but any
movement made the pain in her face unbearable. After a
few minutes she hung a still as possible and waited for
Chet to untie her. Her feet started to cramp after the
first five minutes forcing her to shift her weight from
one foot to the other every few seconds which in turn
pulled one side of her nose then the other even harder.
When he returned ten minutes later, he slid a pair of
her highest heels on her feet which meant she could
stay on her toes without her feet cramping. To
compensate for the six inch heels he pulled rope and
forced her to raise her head higher.
Eddie was the first of Chet's friends to arrive half an
hour later, by which time Christie was exhausted and
almost unconscious. The front of her tee shirt was
soaked with the drool that had leaked past the gag and
run down her face.
"Jesus Chet, I knew she was a bitch, but do you want to
kill her?" Eddie laughed setting his backpack down and
loosening the nose rope just enough to let Christie's
head tilt forward. "If you want to make this last you'd
better take it a bit slower. Why didn't you strip her?"
"Shit, I've seen her tits and pussy, and as good as
they are I thought it would be more amusing to let my
guests have some fun." Said Chet handing Eddie a beer.
"Watch this then" said Eddie swigging his beer and
opening the bag he had dropped on the floor. He showed
Chet four tiny thumbtacks and a tube of superglue.
Sliding off one of Christie's shoes he watched for a
few seconds as she balances on one foot and then dabbed
one of the tacks with glue and stuck it in her shoe at
the heel. Slipping it back on her foot he repeated the
job on the other foot and replaced that shoe. "Just to
keep her on her toes."
Christie yelped as her weight fell on the tacks and
they punctured her heels and quickly leaned forward to
shift her weight to her toes. As she leaned the bridle
tightened on her nose. She held the forward position
for as long as she could and finally settled back only
to jump forward again.
Chet and Eddie sat on the sofa and watched Christie
dance in pain back and forth while the other two card
players arrived. Chet knew that these were the two that
Christie really detested. Bob was black, six foot five
and nasty. Billie was skinny white with an IQ just
above room temperature. They looked at Christie hanging
by her nose and moaning with huge grins on their faces.
"Christie honey, if I let you down will you be nice to
these boys." Said Chet running his hand over her
breasts, "Like if they want something you give it. OK?"
Christie shook her head in defiance.
"Eddie, why don't you slip one of those tacks into the
tip of her bra? Don't push though, I have something in
mind." Chet ordered as he ripped open Christie's tee
shirt to show her 36C breasts nicely held up by a very
expensive black bra.
As Eddie slid a tack into each cup Christie flinched as
the sharp points met her nipples without piercing her.
Chet untied the rope holding her nose hook from the
wall and, keeping the tension on her nose walked behind
her and tied it to her bra strap pulling it tight.
Slipping off Christie's shoes he adjusted the tension
so as long as she stayed on her toes the rope wouldn't
pull her bra upward forcing the tacks into her nipples.
Bob was getting turned on watching the struggling white
girl. "When we gonna see her pussy?" He asked Chet.
"Whenever you like" Chet answered, "It's your party."
Bob didn't need another invitation. Stepping in front
of Christies he undid her jeans and pulled them and her
thong panties off in one motion exposing her neatly
shaved crotch. Christie screamed into the gag and Chet
wondered if it was the tacks impaling her nipples or
the thought of the huge black man playing with her
pussy. Not that it mattered, either way he was enjoying
himself.
"Open up Bitch," snarled Bob. "Right now."
Christie legs didn't move so Bob put a huge black thumb
on each nipple and pushed both tacks in deep. It was
too much for the exhausted woman who collapsed,
unconscious from the pain. Only Bob catching her on the
way down prevented her nose from being ripped apart.
Twenty minutes later Christie woke up as cold water hit
her face. While she was unconscious the men had removed
her bra and tee shirt and tied her to Chet's big
leather chair. Bob was amused that the tacks were still
firmly imbedded in Christie's nipple and looked like
old stripper's pasties. Chet said they had to come out
so Bob took each breast in his huge hands and squeezed
until the tacks popped out.
Even after Chet rinsed the punctures with vodka
Christies breasts were swollen and discoloured. Her
legs had been pulled back over the arms of the chair
and tied with a rope running behind the chair opening
her pussy and rear to the room. Her arms had been left
untied but were attached to short cords wrapped around
her wrists and secured to belt with rings around her
waist. Christie could touch her pussy but couldn't
reach her face. Chet had reattached the "bride's
bridle" to her nose and her head was forced in an
upward tilt.
"Welcome back, Bitch," said Bob. "Didn't want you to
sleep through your first black fisting. First, Billie
do your thing."
Billie worked as a veterinarian's assistant on the
weekends and had stolen a small vial of the drops that
the vet used to make the bitch dogs horny. The drug
worked through skin contact and Billie saw a lot of
humor in letting the drops fall directly on Christie's
pussy and nipples.
"Takes about five minutes is all," he said. "Let her
alone until she starts to paw herself and begs us to
help. This is great stuff. Trust me, it won't take
long."
The men took the opportunity to get fresh beers and sat
across from the helpless woman watching her struggle
against the ropes. After several minutes Billie pointed
out that one of Christie's fingers had made its way to
her clit and was moving in small circles over it. He
pulled the finger aside and Christie's clit was clearly
visible, swollen and pink. Quickly her finger was back
rubbing her engorged organ.
"She can rub all she wants," said Billie. "This stuff
is made to keep them horny. It'll be hours before she
gets off."
Bob positioned himself in front of Christie's pussy and
roughly pushed her hand to the side. From his pocket he
took a short leather crop and gently started to strike
Christie's cunt. Her labia started to swell and enlarge
with each blow. Before long Bob was using almost a full
swing and the force of each blow caused drops of pussy
juice to splatter around the tied woman.
When Bob finally stopped Christie was thrusting her
pussy forward to receive each blow as she was driven
towards the unachievable orgasm she needed. Throwing
the crop to the floor Bob placed his fist between the
swollen labia and thrust into Christie in one motion.
His hand disappeared up to his wrist before he pulled
it almost out and repeated the penetration. He started
to pound his fist in and out of Christie's cunt.
"Jesus this bitch has the sloppiest pussy I've ever
fisted. I'll bet I can get both hands in there." Bob
growled as he placed the fingers of his second hand to
the side of the one buried to the wrist in Christie.
Using her juice as lubricant he slid his flat hand in
beside his imbedded fist. "She sure is flexible. Look I
can make a second fist."
"Watch this," said Billie, not wanting to be left out.
He used Christie's streaming juices to lube her anus
and pushed the neck of his beer bottle in. Moving it in
circles to stretch her ass he pressed deeper until the
wide part of the bottle started to enter her. When only
an inch was left showing he backed away from the
writhing woman. "Told you that stuff was strong. Look
at her contract on the bottle and Bob's hand at the
same time. Wow."
Pulling his fists from Christie's cunt Bob wasn't
surprised that her hole stayed wide open twitching from
the orgasm it wanted but couldn't achieve. Leaving the
bottle up her ass he untied her legs and released her
from the nose bridal, gag and wrist ropes. "We are
going to play cards sweetheart and you are going to get
beers, give blowjobs and fuck yourself with a baseball
bat in between. That OK with you?"
Christie's pussy juices flowed down her legs. She was
so desperate to cum that she stated slapping her open
soggy pussy until Bob stopped her telling her that he
would tie her again. He handed her a bat and smiled. "I
said you could fuck yourself with this and this only.
Leave the bottle in your ass so it will break if you
pound too hard. Gentle sex is better. Right?"
Christie stood up and placed the handle of the bat on
the ground lowering herself onto the thick end. The bat
slid smoothly 10 inches into her pussy
Leaving her swollen labia twitching as they contracted
on the wood.
Slowly Christie began to rise up on her toes and let
the bat slide out until just the last inch was in her
and then settle down again this time letting over a
foot of the thick wood enter her. Developing a rhythm
she rose and fell on the giant dildo. Each time the bat
left her it was more thickly covered in her juices.
Billie, who had wandered into the kitchen looking for a
beer was now watching the action while stroking his own
cock. Leaning towards Christie he reached out with his
free hand and began rubbing the bat each time it slid
out of her cunt. Smiling he showed the others what his
hand held. He had found a jalapeno pepper in the
kitchen and had diced it. His hand was full of the
pepper mash which he was smearing on the bat. After
several strokes Christie began to sweat and muffled
screams leaked out of her gag but her gyrations on the
bat didn't slow as she continued to fuck herself.
Pulling the beer bottle from her ass, Billie thrust his
pepper coated hand deep into her anus, rotated his arm
depositing the last of the hot mash and withdrew his
hand. Placing the bridle back in Christie's nose he
raised her to the point where only her contractions
were holding the bat in her and tied off the rope. "Let
her squirm. The pepper will increase in temperature for
over an hour. Let's play cards."
Ten minutes later the bat finally slid out of
Christie's contracting pussy and fell to the floor. Bob
lowered the quivering woman and lifted her into the
bathroom where the shower head was used to douche out
Christies pussy and ass. Bob removed her binding and
the gag and told her to clean up and be outside in five
minutes looking presentable.
When she returned Christie was still naked but looked
much better. Her hair was brushed and she had showered.
The swelling in her breasts was down and they looked
almost natural again. The men could tell the drug was
still working because Christie's right hand was at her
pussy and she was massaging her clit was two fingers.
"Stop that. You get fucked when we say and not before."
Snapped Chet, slapping her hand away from her crotch.
"Billie hold her arms while I fit another surprise on
my little darling."
From the hall closet he produced a set of walking
stocks, two boards with holes for hands and neck which
lock together, and placed them over Christie's head.
Pulling her hands upward through holes on each side of
her head he locked the device in place. Hanging from
the boards was a set of clamped bars through which Chet
roughly pulled Christies breasts by the nipples and
tightened the clamps.
"That should keep her hands away from her cunt. The
drug is good for at least another four hours, what say
we catch the ball game down at the bar. We'll secure
good old Christie standing with the bride's bridle and
leave her a thick wine bottle on a chair just close
enough to her pussy to let her barely fuck herself if
she almost pulls her nose off."
Billie immediately reached to tighten the clamps
squeezing Christies' tits almost flat and slide a flat
seated chair under Christie and placing an empty gallon
wine jug on it several inches below her crotch. He
laughed backhanding her nipples viciously. "Leave her
like this for now. Her tits will turn blue after an
hour and when we get back we'll take it off and have a
good old piercing party." Replied Chet.
An hour later Christies' breasts were screaming in pain
as the circulation to them died. Worse, she had barely
managed to get the bottle neck into the first inch of
her seeping cunt before her nose started to tear. The
boys had kindly left a clock in view so she was very
aware that her current status wouldn't change for at
least two hours, and then would only get worse.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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