Chapter 31
Monday - Day 31
I woke up in the middle of the night having to go to the bathroom. I somehow extracted myself from the tangle of arms, legs and heads and went about my business. When I got back to bed, everyone had shifted around, but I managed to find a spot to curl up behind Chrissy. I reached around her to cup one of her breasts, and I fell back asleep.
For some reason I woke up as Becky was slipping into the bathroom in the morning. I was still spooned behind Chrissy, my cock hard and pressing into her ass. I enjoyed the feel, so I started moving my cock up and down the crack of her ass. Still asleep, she began pushing back against me. I was slowly manipulating her nipple as well, and I heard her moan in her sleep. I moved my mouth to her ear and whispered, "Wake up, little slave girl."
"Mmmmm, yes sir?" she asked, sleepily.
"You've gotten me all horny, and now I want to use your body," I said.
"Anytime, sir," she replied, and moved her ass and spread her legs so that I could slip my cock into her pussy. I slowly rocked in and out as I moved closer to an orgasm, but I kept myself from cumming too soon. Chrissy did no such thing; however rather than having a huge explosion, she seemed to be having many smaller contractions.
I continued moving slowly until Becky returned from her shower. When she arrived back in the room, presumably to wake me up, she looked at me and realized what I was doing. I caught her eye and started moving faster, making Chrissy gasp as I poured my cum into her clenching pussy.
"I don't get my morning treat?" Becky asked.
"You do," I said, "it just comes in a different container this morning."
Becky crawled into bed and started licking at the spot where Chrissy and I were joined. She slowly pulled my cock out of Chrissy and cleaned it off lovingly with her tongue. Then she attempted to retrieve everything that I had put into Chrissy. When she felt she had gotten as much as she would get, she looked up at me and said, "Thank you for the extra special treat this morning, sir."
"My pleasure," I said. "And Becky, don't wash your face."
She smiled up at me and said, "Yes, sir." Then she got up and went to work. I snuggled up close to Chrissy and enjoyed her body for a few minutes before I had to get up and go to work as well.
When I got down to the kitchen, Cindy was already up. I took the opportunity to explain to her my plans for the evening, and I asked her to make herself scarce for the evening. She asked, instead, if she could participate. After I ensured that this was what she really wanted, I agreed.
I was at work when I got the expected Monday morning call. Becky said, "Good morning, sir. I would like permission to go out with my friends tomorrow evening."
"Who will be going with you?" I asked.
"Jamie, Chrissy, Rachel, Joan and Jill," she replied.
"Jill, too?" I asked.
"Yes, sir," Becky replied. "She asked if she could attend, and I figured that since she had paid the admission fee last week, you would allow her to attend."
"All right, you may go," I said. "Rachel did her task last night, so just have Joan come over tonight about 8PM to discuss the issue from last week. Oh, and Jill is not to shave her pussy."
"Why not, sir?" Becky asked.
"Because I like the way her blonde pussy looks. Do you have a problem with that?" I asked.
"Of course not, sir," Becky said. "Whatever you want, you will get. Is that it, though, sir?" Becky asked. "Nothing else for anyone to do?"
"Sorry to disappoint you," I told her. "You could always ask Rachel about what she did last night."
"OK, sir," she replied, clearly disappointed. It made me laugh as I hung up.
I took off early on Monday to prepare for Jamie. I went home and Becky, Chrissy and Cindy were already there. I got them prepared and waited for Jamie to come home.
When Jamie walked in the door, she saw Chrissy in the living room. Chrissy was naked and hogtied, her wrists bound behind her back, her ankles bound together, her wrists tied to her ankles and a piece of duct tape covering her mouth. As it was Chrissy, Jamie didn't think much of it. She waved at the bound girl as she stripped her clothes off and proceeded into the study. That is where she started getting concerned.
Lying on the floor was Becky, also nude and bound in the same way as Chrissy. Cindy was also on the floor, her head on Becky's stomach, similarly gagged and bound. Cindy was wearing a skirt and a shirt, however. The shirt was ripped, exposing her bra, and her panties were visible around one ankle.
Jamie started rushing towards them, crying, "Cindy! Becky!" She had just gotten into the room when she was pulled up short by her hair. Not expecting it, her legs kept going, pulling her onto her back. She screamed as she was quickly flipped over onto her stomach and a hood was pulled over her head. Her hands were pulled roughly behind her and cuffed together. She started thrashing and kicking, trying to get free.
She was pulled up and dragged over to the couch, where she was thrown over the back. "Another toy to play with," I growled in her ear. She tensed, then relaxed for a second. Then she started screaming and thrashing even harder. She was pushed over so that her upper body was resting along the back of the couch. Her stomach was balanced on the top of the couch, and her feet were not touching the ground. I looped two ropes that I had prepared earlier around her ankles so that her legs were spread open and immobilized.
I reached under her and squeezed her nipples cruelly, and then without further ado, I slammed my cock into her pussy. The first thing that I noticed was that she was far from dry. She continued screaming as I pounded her hard. While I was enjoying the feeling of her cunt gripping my cock, I pulled her hair so that her head was pulled back at what had to be an uncomfortable angle. Uncomfortable or not, however, the slut came. I was raping her cunt as hard as I could and she was getting off on it.
While I was fucking her, I looked over at Becky. She was in a position to see what I was doing, and she was moving her hips as she watched us. I had placed Cindy so that she could not see the couch, but despite being tightly bound, she inched herself into position so that she could see me violating her sister. Her eyes were very large as she watched, and they got larger as I pulled a large knife out from behind the cushion of the couch and ran it along Jamie's back.
Jamie felt the knife and suddenly stopped screaming. She tensed up as I stopped fucking her, but when I dragged the point of the knife down her back I could feel her pussy spasm around my cock again. Having made my point, I dropped the knife, grabbed her hips and started slamming into her again. In all I was fucking her for about ten minutes. I had sweat dripping down my body and Jamie had cum at least four times before I finally pulled her back by her hips and pumped my cum into her pussy.
I rested for a few minutes, until I was able to move. Then I pulled out and surveyed the room. I grabbed my camera and took a few shots of Jamie lying there bound, cum dripping from her pussy. Then I went around the front of the couch and took some pictures of Becky and Cindy. Cindy started shaking her head and was probably trying to say no, but all that came out were moans.
Though I had come, I was not done for the day. I went over to Becky and yanked the tape off of her mouth. She screamed, and said, "Please, no more. Don't touch me again!" She is such a good actress. I ignored her and shoved my cock into her mouth. She kept saying no, her voice clearly muffled by a cock. I let her clean off my cock, and then continued fucking her mouth. Since she was completely hogtied, it was a face fuck, not a blow job, and once again Cindy watched with a shocked expression. I had warned Cindy what it would be like, so it was her choice to be there.
I started getting hard again, so I went and retrieved the knife. I leaned over and cut Cindy's panties off her leg. Becky started saying, "No, please, she's just a teenager. Don't touch her again. You can fuck me. I'll be good. You can do my ass if you want! I promise I'll like it. Please mister, fuck me, not her!" On the couch, Jamie started thrashing again.
I started fucking my cock into Becky's mouth again as I ran the panties through her crotch. As you might imagine, Becky was exceedingly wet, and I transferred as much of her juices as I could onto the panties. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and Becky said, "Don't you like the way I blow you? You don't have to touch her like that! I can satisfy you. Leave her alone, please!"
I got up and walked over to where Jamie was thrashing and screaming. "You make a lot of noise," I growled. "Maybe that cute kid's panties will shut you up!" I reached under the hood and tried to shove the pussy soaked panties into Jamie's mouth. I managed to get most of them in, but she bit me!
"You bitch!" I exclaimed. "You bit me! You are going to be really sorry now!" I went back around the couch and pushed the cheeks of her ass open. "Let's see if you like it here!" I said, and I pushed my cock into her asshole. I started rocking back and forth, but then I pulled out, leaned over and bit her on her ass. "Do you like getting bitten as much as you like biting?" I asked. I bit her again, and then put my cock back into her ass. I leaned over and started biting her all over her back. Each time I bit her I also slammed my cock into her, and then I slowly moved in and out between bites. I put about thirty marks on her back, and each time I bit her she groaned.
I pulled out and untied one of her legs. I swung it around to the other side and retied it, and then did the same to her other leg, so that she was now face up on the couch. I bit her on each thigh, and then I moved up and bit lightly on her clit. Despite the ropes she locked her whole body and juices spurted from her pussy. It was her biggest cum today. But the bitch had bit me, so I didn't give her a break. I bit her on her hips, which I knew was an erogenous zone for her, and though she had been coming down from her orgasm, she went right back into another one.
I moved forward and reinserted my cock into her ass. I moved my head up her stomach, putting another ten or fifteen marks on her. Watching and feeling her thrash around was getting to me, but I had one more thing to do before I was done. I leaned over, put my mouth around her left areola, and bit down hard, making a perfect impression of my teeth all around her nipple. She screamed and started cumming again. I quickly moved my mouth to her right nipple, and did the same thing. Her orgasm reached even higher peaks and I thought that my dick would snap off in her ass. Despite her tight grip, or perhaps because of it, I pulled out and slammed all the way in, squeezing both of her nipples hard as I poured what was left of my cum up her ass.
I collapsed on top of her, and as I recovered my breath I could feel her continue to cum with little spasms all through her body. When I had finally recovered enough to move, I pulled out of her and retrieved my camera. She was lovely to look at; my territory was well and truly marked. I took a number of pictures of her, and then I untied her legs and flipped her over so I could photograph her back. I particularly enjoyed the way that my cum was leaking out of both her pussy and her asshole.
I went over to Becky, grabbed her hair and put my cock into her mouth for her to clean off. When she was done I put the tape back over her mouth. I kissed her mouth over the tape as I pinched one of her nipples and drove a finger up her cunt. She arched and came immediately. When she was done, I withdrew my finger and licked it off. I could see the thanks in her eyes. I looked over at Cindy and winked at her as I left the room.
I went into the living room with the knife, and cut the rope on Chrissy's arms. I said, "Stay here for about another ten minutes, then you can release yourself and go free the others." Then I kissed her forehead and went upstairs. I took a quick shower and then I got into the bed.
Later, Becky told me what happened next. After a very long time, (ten minutes feels like forever when you are immobilized), Chrissy came in saying, "Mistress, are you OK?" She removed the tape from Becky's mouth and cut the rope around her wrists. Then she went over and did the same for Cindy. Finally Becky got up and went over to Jamie. Before she pulled the hood off, she looked at the marks all over her body. Then she pulled the hood off and removed the ruined panties from her mouth. Finally, she cut the cords around her legs and uncuffed her hands.
For a long moment Jamie just lay there breathing. She finally rolled over and looked at Cindy. "Are you OK?" Jamie asked her sister. Cindy just nodded. Jamie got up and Cindy gasped when she saw Jamie's body. Jamie went over and pulled Cindy's skirt up.
"What are you doing?" Cindy asked.
"Checking," Jamie told her, and she spread Cindy's legs so that she could look between them. She was apparently satisfied with what she saw, because she got up and hugged Cindy. Then she turned to Becky and asked, "Where is my master?"
"In our bedroom," Becky replied.
"I need to see him alone," Jamie said as she walked out.
I was lying in bed when Jamie walked into the bedroom. She climbed onto the bed and knelt down beside me. "Thank you, master," she said.
"You're welcome," I responded, "but I am not your master yet."
"Yes, sir, you are. Look at me," she said, gesturing down her body. She was turning black and blue on the places that I bit her lightly, and she had red welts where I had bitten harder. "You've marked me as yours, sir. I am your slave."
This was completely unanticipated. I had bitten her in the passion of the moment, to get back at her for biting me. To me it had been part of the game. It was apparent, however, that it went far beyond a game for her. I had to think for a long while to figure out how to deal with it. Finally, it came to me.
"Jamie, you were planning to become my slave on Saturday, right?" I asked.
"Of course, master," she said.
"But Becky was going to become my slave last week," I said. "She put it off for you. She decided to wait so that you could become slaves together. If these marks make you my slave now, when she is not, how do you think that would make her feel?"
She thought for a moment, and then replied, "You are right, sir. It would hurt her, and I love her and do not want to hurt her. Therefore, I will wait until Saturday to acknowledge my slavery to you in public. However I want you to know right now sir, that you have already marked me as your own. Saturday will be a formality for me. You are my master now."
I wasn't completely happy with this, but at least she would play along until Saturday. I pulled her on top of me so that I could kiss her. Then I rolled her off of me and I ran my fingers along her body, touching each of the marks.
"I didn't realize I would be hurting you so much," I said.
"You did not hurt me, sir. You loved me," she said. I rolled her onto her stomach and went over the marks on her back. I had really done a job on her. Nonetheless, she wasn't complaining.
"Let's go downstairs and thank the others for their participation," I said.
We went down to the kitchen where the others were preparing dinner. Jamie went up to Becky and gave her a kiss and hug. "Thank you for doing this for me," she said.
"It was absolutely my pleasure," Becky said. "He made sure of that!"
She went to Chrissy and also gave her a kiss and a hug. "I want you to know that I appreciate your role as well. I'm sorry that you couldn't be there to witness it."
"You're welcome, Mistress Jamie," she said, blushing.
"And how did you get involved in this Cindy?" she asked.
"He wanted me to leave while he raped you, but I asked to stay instead," she explained. "He warned me what it would be like, but I thought that I could handle it. And I wanted to see how he handled his slaves."
"Well now you've seen," Jamie said. "Did he really touch you at all?"
"Would it make a difference?" I interrupted. "What would you do if I told you that after I tied her up, I pulled down her panties and fucked her hard? How would it make you feel knowing that I took your helpless little sister, bound and gagged, and did with her what I wanted?"
"Sir, I would talk to Cindy," Jamie replied. "If it was consensual, or if she at least liked it, then I would thank you for taking such good care of my sister. If it was not consensual, I am honestly not sure what I would do. She is my sister, and I would want to protect her, but I love you as well. All I can say is that I am very glad that I know you would never do anything to anyone that they either didn't consent to or that you felt that they really wanted."
"He barely touched me, Sis," Cindy told her. He tied me up, and then he ripped my shirt and reached under my skirt, not sneaking a peek I might add, and pulled my panties down. When he cut them off, he got Becky's pussy all over them, not mine." She continued in a smaller voice, "Though they would have been just as wet had it been mine."
"I thought that they tasted familiar," Jamie said.
"When did you know it was him?" Cindy asked.
"It was scary," Jamie said. "I walked in and I saw Chrissy all trussed up, but I just thought that she and Becky were playing again. Then I walked into the study and I saw the two of you, and I didn't know what to think! If it were just Becky, I probably would have been thinking that maybe it was more playing. But when I saw you there as well, I knew that something was wrong."
"That's how I convinced him to let me stay," Cindy said with a smirk. "I knew that it would make it more believable."
"I rushed in to see if you were both OK, when he pulled me down and got me all tied up," Jamie continued. "He taunted me when he had me over the couch, but I couldn't tell if it was really him! Before that point, I was really scared, but after that I was confused; I certainly wasn't turned on. When he talked to me, I still wasn't sure if it was him or not, but I thought it might be. That's when I started getting wet.
"Then he tied my legs up and he squeezed my tits. At that point, my brain was still trying to figure it out, but my pussy was telling me she didn't care; whoever it was knew exactly how to push my buttons, and he was welcome to me. And man, did he ever take me! And when he pulled me up, I'm sorry to say Cindy that the thought of my sister watching me get it so good is what made me cum the first time.
"And then it felt like he put a knife on me. I didn't think he would ever do that to me, so now I was even less sure who it was, but I thought that even if it wasn't him, it might have been someone that he sent. I remember that you didn't look too bad, and I know that if I was a rapist I would have had all your clothes off in a second, not leave you mostly dressed, so I was pretty sure everything would be OK. But that uncertainty made it almost better.
"Then Becky started talking, telling him to leave her alone. I couldn't tell what was going on. And then she started telling him not to touch you, and I started thinking maybe it was for real. You guys really know how to fuck with a person's mind.
"When he shoved the panties in my mouth, I thought they tasted like Becky, but given that I'd never tasted Cindy, I couldn't be sure. I don't know what I was thinking when I bit him; I was just caught up in struggling. It wasn't even conscious." Jamie looked down at her body, then over at me. "But I'm very glad I did.
"It was when he bit me that I knew it was him; or rather, after the first few bites. A rapist might have tried to hurt me, but he wasn't biting to hurt me; he was biting to punish me, to mark me, to show me that he loves me. That was when I was sure that it was my Master fucking me. And at that point, I didn't care if he had raped my sister; I just wanted him to keep fucking me. And he did keep fucking me, and he kept marking me. When he marked me here," she said, hefting her breasts, "I came harder than I ever have in my life. Even after I heard Chrissy come in to release us, I could not move."
Jamie came over to me, dropped to her knees in front of me and wrapped her arms around my waist. "Thank you, sir. Thank you so much for making my fantasy come true." I pulled her up so that I could kiss and hug her.
"I'm actually a little jealous of her," Becky said. "You made her fantasy come true, and you marked her so completely."
"She told me a deep, dark fantasy that she had, and I did what I could to make it happen," I explained. "The marking was a happy accident. If you want the same, just tell me your deepest, dirtiest fantasy. As for being marked, I don't think you need to worry about that; you will be sufficiently marked after Joan gets here."
"Who's Joan, and why is she coming over?" Cindy asked.
"Joan is the woman that Becky cheated on us with last week," Jamie said. "She is coming over to be punished, along with Becky."
"Wow. How are you going to be punished?" Cindy asked Becky.
Becky looked at me, so I said, "Becky will be receiving fifty strokes with a crop." All of the women in the room gasped. "Since Joan led you into this," I continued, "she will be given the ability to mitigate some of the punishment, but if she chooses not to, you will receive all of your strokes."
After a moment of silence, Cindy asked in a quiet voice, "Can I watch?"
"I will not have spectators watching Becky's pain," I said. "Jamie and Chrissy will be there, but they will be stripped like Becky is, and they know what it feels like. The only way that you could be there would be if you were stripped as well, and if you had already felt the crop on you. I'm sorry."
Cindy just nodded, and we continued eating dinner quietly.
At 8:00 the doorbell rang. I was sitting on the couch in the study with Chrissy and Jamie sitting next to me. Becky was kneeling on the floor in front of me, with the crop placed on the floor next her. Cindy was upstairs in her room. I sent Chrissy to answer the door. She quickly returned, leading Joan. As she walked in, Joan looked around the room. She took in Becky kneeling on the floor, and she took in the crop next to her, and then she noticed Jamie.
"Oh my god, Jamie! What happened to you?" she asked.
"My Master marked me," Jamie replied, her head held up and a proud tone to her voice.
"Doesn't that hurt?" Joan asked.
"In a very good way," Jamie replied.
I gestured to Joan that she should sit in the chair opposite us. "Did Becky explain why you are here?" I asked.
"Yes," she replied. "She told me that when she... um... licked me last week, she was doing something wrong, and that if I wanted to keep going out with her, I had to come over so we could be punished. I'm not sure what you mean by that, and I don't think that I want to be hurt in any way." As she said that, her eyes passed over Jamie's naked body.
"Let me explain it more clearly," I said. "Last week you encouraged Becky to cheat on us. I'm sure that you did not mean it like that, and I know that Becky did not. Nevertheless, when Becky went down on you, she did it without my prior permission. As a result, it was cheating on me. You've been with me before, so you are probably wondering why I consider it cheating.
"For each occasion in which I was with another person, Becky and Jamie were fully aware of what I was doing. Similarly, when Becky has been with someone else before, I knew about it in advance. When you encouraged Becky to eat you, Becky knew that neither Jamie nor I knew that she would be doing that. In part, I am to blame, because I put you both in that position. Still, Becky is the one that took the action, and she is the one that will be punished for her action.
"Her punishment this evening will be fifty strokes with that crop. If you want to go out with her again, you will watch her punishment, so that you will understand that your actions had consequences. Becky is the one responsible, so she will get the punishment. However, you were the one that encouraged her. Therefore, if you choose, you may receive up to five strokes as a punishment for yourself. For each stroke that you choose to receive, I will reduce Becky's count by five. If you take the full five, Becky will only receive 25 strokes.
"You will not be allowed to decide until after Becky has had ten strokes, and if you decide to take the strokes for Becky, Jamie will be administering them, as she was also wronged by Becky's actions."
I did not give Joan a chance to answer. Instead, I turned to Becky and instructed her to bend over the couch, holding onto the back of the couch. I told Chrissy that it was her job to keep track of the count. I picked up the crop and moved behind Becky. I swung hard and slammed the first stroke into Becky's ass. Becky screamed as Chrissy intoned 'One'. I looked at Joan and she was standing there with a shocked expression on her face, her hand over her mouth. I landed the second stroke just as hard, and proceeded to give her three more.
I stepped back for a minute and looked at Becky's ass. The marks from the crop were clearly visible, and Becky's sobs were audible. I moved back in and gave Becky five more across her back. Then I stepped back again and looked at Joan. She hadn't moved in position since the first stroke.
"That's ten for Becky. Forty more to go, unless you are willing to take some for her," I said to Joan.
Joan looked back at Becky and whispered, "I don't know if I can. I don't think that I could stand it."
"That's OK," I said. "It's your choice."
I moved back and brought the crop down on Becky's thighs. I had done three on each thigh when Joan said, "Wait. I'll do it. I'll take the five stokes."
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"Yes, I'm sure," she replied. "I was the one who told her to eat me. I can't let her go through this alone. I'll take the five."
"Then strip out of your clothes and bend over right next to Becky," I told her. Joan quickly stepped out of her clothes and bent over next to Becky, hiding her head. Becky reached over and took one of Joan's hands in hers.
"Jamie, it is your responsibility to punish Joan," I said. "Remember she has not done this before, but also know that you will get ten strokes for each one that I feel you didn't apply with the appropriate force. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," was Jamie's reply as she moved next to me and took the crop from me. I might have given Joan time to relax between strokes, but Jamie must have decided to get it over quickly, because she gave her five hard, fast strokes on her ass in quick succession. Joan barely had time to feel it before it was over.
Jamie handed me back the crop as Joan moved her hands to comfort her own ass. "Sit over there," I said, pointing to the other side of the couch, as I turned back to Becky.
"Sir, may your humble, undeserving slave make a request?" Becky asked me.
"What can I do for you?" I asked.
"Sir, please, can you do the remaining strokes on my tits? Please?" Becky begged.
Once again, there were gasps from around the room. I said, "Very well. Turn over Becky."
Becky turned over and asked Jamie, "Please Jamie, can you hold my hands for me." Becky was sitting on the couch. She put her hands up and behind her, and Jamie went back behind the couch to hold onto her hands.
"Don't let go. I don't want to interfere with my punishment," Becky instructed.
I asked Chrissy how many remained for Becky, and she said, "Nine, sir."
"Very well," I said, and landed the first one on her right breast, off center. The next one mirrored that stroke on her left breast. The next four I did around her nipples, and the last three I landed directly on her nipples.
"You did very well," I told the sobbing Becky.
"Please, sir, may your slave make one additional request?" Becky asked.
"Certainly," I replied.
"Sir, please give me five more on my pussy so that I will be sure to remember my lesson," Becky begged me. Gasps all around again, this time I joined in as well.
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"Yes, sir," Becky assured me, spreading her legs. I followed Jamie's example and I gave her five quick strokes. The first two were on either side of her pussy, and the last three marched a line up from the bottom of her pussy to the top, the last one landing directly on her clit.
When I was done, Becky pulled her hands out of Jamie's and threw herself at my feet. She hugged my ankles and through her tears she cried, "Thank you, sir! Thank you for loving me so much that you discipline me. I promise I will never stray again, even unintentionally. Thank you, thank you!"
I pulled Becky up, careful not to touch any raw spots, and I gave her a kiss and a careful hug. "I love you, Becky, and I am very proud of you. Thank you for being such a good slave."
I pulled away from her and turned towards Joan. "Joan, thank you for saving my Becky from a harsher punishment. It was kind of you and it took a lot of courage. As a reward, you have my permission to be with Becky in any way that the two of you like. Had you asked my permission earlier, I would have given it to you, so I am giving it to you now."
I turned to Jamie and instructed her, "Take care of Becky and Joan. Put some salve on them, and make sure that they are comfortable. Chrissy, come with me."
I took Chrissy and went upstairs to bed. I lay down and pulled Chrissy to me like a life-sized doll. What I had done had taken a lot out of me, and I started shaking as I pulled Chrissy closer. Chrissy started stroking my hair and making quiet shushing noises until I had calmed down. I just stayed there, holding Chrissy tight, while Jamie cleaned everything up downstairs.
About twenty minutes later, Becky and Jamie came in. Becky came over to me and pulled Chrissy away, inserting herself in Chrissy's place. I held her gingerly, not wanting to irritate her welts. However, she didn't let me get away with that; she pulled my arms tightly around her.
"Joan is gone?" I asked.
"Yes, sir," Jamie replied. "I took care of her ass, and Becky thanked her. I explained that you had to rest after all the activity; I think she understood."
"Thank you, Jamie, for handling everything so well," I said.
"It is my pleasure to help, sir," she replied.
I turned my attention to Becky, who was snuggled into me. "How about you, tiger? How are you feeling?"
"My body is sore, but my spirit is happy," she said. "I want to thank you for tonight. I know that it is sometimes hard for you to discipline us as we deserve, and I know that tonight was hard for you, but it was exactly right. Thank you for loving me so much!"
"You're welcome," I said.
"And now I am going to be more impertinent, sir, by asking another favor," Becky said.
"If I can do it for you, I will," I told her.
"Sir, please, will you fuck me hard tonight?" she inquired.
"Are you sure?" I asked. "I'm not sure of a position that you could be in that wouldn't hurt you, and even if we could find one, I think your pussy would be too sore."
"There is no position that won't hurt, and my pussy is sore," Becky told me, "and I still want you to fuck me hard. I want you to own my body. I don't want you to gently make love to me. I want you to rape me like you raped Jamie. I want you to possess me."
"Why?" I asked.
Instead of responding immediately, Becky rolled off of me and pulled Jamie down next to her. "Look at us," she said. "You've marked both of us today. I don't think that you intended to when you woke up this morning, but you've well and truly marked Jamie. You bit her while you took her, and even though she hasn't said it, I can tell that she belongs to you now.
"You marked me today as well, but I need you to finish it. I need you to take me as well. I want to belong to you. Please, sir. Please do this for me."
I got out of the bed and looked down at the two of them. Jamie's marks were, for the most part, fading. The circle of tooth marks around her nipples was still clear, and I could see many of the other bite marks. Becky's tits and pussy had fresher welts on them. I didn't intend to hurt her that much, but I have to say that both of them looked very sexy with my marks on them and lust in their eyes.
I grabbed Becky's legs and pulled her roughly to the side of the bed. "Chrissy, go get the crop," I said as I [positioned my cock at her red, raw hole. "Becky, I am going to fuck you hard now. I've cum a lot today, so I probably won't cum too soon, but I will continue pounding into you until I cum. Every time that I push into you your ass is going to be rubbed against the bed. And while I am fucking you, I am going to be hitting you over your whole body with the crop. So ask me again."
"Please, Master, please fuck your slave. Please use your slave. Please take your slave," she said.
I slammed into her as hard as I could and she screamed in pain and pleasure. I never expected Becky to get off on pain, and I continue to think that she doesn't normally, but she was getting off on it this time. As I hammered into her I reached up and squeezed her abused nipples and she shrieked in pain; however the shrieks also indicated that she was cumming.
Chrissy came back to me with the crop in her hand, and I took it and started lightly flicking it along every exposed area on Becky's body. I got her legs and arms, her stomach and neck. Every time I flicked her breasts she gasped, and the few times I landed one directly on her nipple, she came. I fucked her steadily for about fifteen minutes, by which time I was getting fairly exhausted. I pulled out and got up on the bed, rolling Becky over and pulling up her hips.
As bad as she had looked in the front, her ass looked worse. It was covered in welts, and it was sticky from the salve that Jamie had applied. I was about to reinsert my cock into her pussy when she moaned, "My ass. Take my ass, please Master. Make my ass yours too!" What the hell, I thought, so I repositioned myself and slowly pushed into her ass. As I reached bottom, my hips and stomach hit her ass, and she gasped in pain. I pulled halfway out and pushed in harder, and she gasped again. I kept it up, enjoying her moans.
"Oh, sir!" Becky cried. "I can feel one coming. It feels bigger than ever. Oh! Oh! Oh!" She kept shrieking louder and louder, and it made me think of Peg. What would she be thinking now if we still lived next door to her? Becky's tight ass kept clenching on me, getting me closer and closer, but there was no way that I was going to let myself cum before Becky did. Finally she shrieked at such a high pitch that I could barely hear it, and her ass tightened even more on me. Then she jerked forward and collapsed onto the bed, pulling herself off of me! She collapsed before I could cum, but I was so close I just jerked myself three times and then I spattered all over her ass and back. Then I collapsed next to her.
Jamie came over and checked on Becky. "She's passed out," she said in wonder.
"Is she going to be OK?" I panted.
"I think so," Jamie said. "Now I'm jealous. I've never passed out from cumming too much."
"Maybe another time," I said, laughing weakly. I gestured for her to come lie on the other side of me. "Chrissy, snuggle up behind your Mistress, but be careful not to hurt her."
"Yes, sir," she said happily.
After the exhausting and emotionally wrenching day that we all had, we quickly fell asleep.