Parker heard her front doorbell ring and stood up. She swept her thick straight hair back and headed towards her door. The invitation said the party was to be held for her husband’s upcoming promotion at the firm. Emma stood on the front step holding a not so ostentatious present, a coffee mug filled with kona coffee. Parker thought, ah, it wouldn’t do to have a really romantic gift given to your illicit lover in public, would it, bitch? She said, "I see you’re on time. Everyone else seems to be late. Oh you’ve brought a gift. So thoughtful of you, dear. Come in and sit down. I’ll make you some tea."

Emma smiled and tried to thank Parker but she could not seem to get the words out. She felt guilty about stealing this woman’s husband and being alone with her made her feel self-conscious. As she moved to the kitchen table Emma had to fight the urge to blurt out everything about the affair she was carrying on with Parker’s husband, but she could not seem to speak but only to let a faint, nervous smile do her communicating for her.

"Don’t be shy dear. Take off your coat." Parker helped Emma off with her coat and wailed her approval. "Ohhh! Such a lovely figure you have. Men so adore petite girls like you with such a slim waist and large breasts." Emma grew more uncomfortable and nearly shrieked when Parker reached around her to squeeze her breasts hard. "Oh yes, and these are real boobs, too. Do you take milk in your tea, dear?"

"N . . . no ma’am, I mean Mrs. . . "

"Hush call me Parker. No reason why we can’t be familiar. I have a feeling about you and I, dear. I think that we are going to get to know each other a lot better before tonight is over and done with." Emma thought, If only she knew how well I know her husband she’d, well, who knows what she might do? She reached out to take the tea from Parker and after taking a sip promptly grunted as her head fell to the table top with a satisfying "Crack!"

"I hope you will forgive my dissembling, but really the only party we are going to have tonight is going to involve your pretty ass and my whip. Oh, I’ll give you a party, but don’t think that you’ll get cake and ice cream. I am going to rape your ass, sweetums."

Emma shook her head slowly as she woke. Her mind was groggy from the drug in the tea and as it cleared she realized that she was bound. "Let me go, Parker! Let me go!"

Parker stood in front of Emma in a tight patent leather dress and six-inch heels. Her legs were encased in thigh high stockings. "Umm, toots. I have a little bit of news for you. The minute you decided to lay a lustful hand on my man you condemned yourself to a life where you will never be ‘let go.’ Now look around you and be truly terrified because tonight you are going to be my bitch and I will have you truly suffer." Emma struggled against her bonds. Her arms were secured by black leather straps to an iron bar that ran parallel to the floor up around her shoulders. The bar was held to the ceiling by ropes at each end. Emma’s ankles were held far apart by a spreader bar. Parker sat in front of her on a low platform covered with a black velvet cloth. "The first thing I want is to show you what kind of pain you will get just for fucking with me. Now let’s see what my man sees in you."

Emma screamed as soon as Parker produced her hunting knife. She screamed even more loudly as the cold steel of the knife ran between her dress and her skin. As Parker moved it up Emma’s body the knife cut her dress away from her revealing her almost totally. The only parts of Emma that were not laid bare were hidden by her sheer thigh high stockings held in place by the garter belt that hugged Emma’s tight wasp waist.

"No panties, dear? I see you were hoping my man might grope you a bit in the garden while I was directing the cooks in the kitchen. Well guess what? This is my little playroom and no one is allowed here but me, so you aren’t going to be groped by anyone but me, or rescued by anyone but me for that matter, and I have no intention of setting you free anytime soon."

Emma tried in vain to close her legs and shook her short black hair about as she cried out, "Pleeeease, Parker . . ."

"Crack!" Parker’s hand slapped Emma’s left cheek so hard her ears rang. She screamed and sagged on the bar that held her arms captive.

"Scream if you like. The room’s soundproof, but to you I am "Mistress." Now prepare for your first lesson in humility." Parker opened a chest and selected a leather whip. She uncoiled it and let its nine strands tickle her ankle. The metal beads on the ends of the strands were cold, but Parker knew they would heat up very soon. She walked around behind Emma and stood far away from her to give the whip enough distance to strike properly. "Women who try to steal from me get stripes so that they will always have something to remind them that stealing is wrong. Try taking yours with grace you little bitch. If you are good about it I will give you a reward."

The whip whistled through the air and its end raced the speed of sound to Emma’s plump, muscular ass. It struck her with such a force that had Emma not been secured she surely would have fallen. A moan escaped Emma’s lips and turned into a scream as Parker’s second attack ripped a strip of skin off her ass. Emma began crying as she felt her blood drip down her bottom. She knew she was being marked for life and knew she could not avoid each devastating bite of the whip. The leather and metal seared her flesh and tore it open even as it hugged the curves of her body like a lover. Parker laughed at Emma’s shrieks and drove the whip down to cover Emma’s buttocks with dripping red stripes. Emma’s ass was flensed of its skin and her horror multiplied with each stroke.

Parker whipped the poor girl until she was satisfied she had left none of her ass flesh unmarred. She went around to face her victim and grinned at her triumphantly. "I bet you never thought some harmless dick-tation on my baby’s mahogany desk would lead to anything worse than a stained dress. Well now since you came for a party, I think that after your whipping we should let you have some champagne. I do hope you like it."

Emma who had nearly fainted from the pain of her whipping came to and began wailing for Parker to stop. "Mistress! Please let me go. I’ll quit the firm and move to another city! Please! My ass hurts so much!"

Parker produced a champagne bottle from the refrigerator in the corner of the room and as she began peeling the foil off of it she sneered at Emma. "Too little too late, whore. No. You are going to give me satisfaction, I think, and satisfying me is most certainly going to cause you a great deal of displeasure." Parker knelt behind Emma’s bleeding ass and as she popped the cork she yelled, "Open wide, slut." And jammed the cold wet bottle hard up Emma’s defenseless ass. Emma screamed as her nether hole was violated. The thin opening of the bottle pressed inside her easily spewing forth its tribute like an army of excited buggerers. The chilled alcohol made contact with Emma’s rectal tissue and quickly made her reel with drunkenness. She felt her bowels begin to fill with the cold liquid and felt as if she were about to explode. Parker felt the initial explosion lessen and pulled the bottle out of the restrained girl stoppering her ass with her thumb. Then she reinserted the cork back in the bottle and rammed it back into Emma’s lubricated ass. "Pleashe! Mishtressssss ugh gotta go baaaaaaad!"

"I think it will be a bit before you go, dear. I think that first I want to see what a slut you really are. Everyone knows that a real slut takes it up the ass. I bet by seeing how much of this bottle you can take we can scientifically determine exactly how much of a nasty little bitch you are. Let’s begin!" Parker took the bottle in both hands. It was a large jeroboam and its neck spread far out. As Parker pushed it into Emma’s rectum its smooth glass surface stretched her easily. Emma moaned as the bottle pushed the contents of her full bowels further into her and stretched her anal sphincter just the way she liked it. Her head lolled around on her shoulders as the alcohol saturated her bloodstream. Her cunt began to drip cream down her thighs and she moaned for the first time in pleasure as she pushed her ass back against the wine bottle. Parker knew she had her slave exactly where she wanted her, that she had another addition to her toy chest.

"Look at what a slut you are. Your ass is a regular public access channel. Here don’t be shy, have the whole bottle." Parker shoved the bottle steadily into Emma. She grinned as she heard the short brunette’s moans of pleasure turn to screams of pain. Little surprised screams that had the character of fear and dread. Emma shrieked as her asshole was stretched to beyond the circumference to which any cock had ever pushed it. She fought to get away but every wiggling struggle she put up only forced her ass back harder on the invading bottle that filled her and stopped her like a cork.

Emma’s alcohol drugged body shivered as the horrible bottle shoved the cold liquid in her guts deeper into her. She pulled on the straps that secured her wrists and tried desperately to move her legs closer together, but the bars holding her limbs far apart were impartial to her plight and held her in place like Prometheus. The only movement that Emma could make was to pump her ass in and out. She fucked the bottle for Parker pumping more and more of it into her punished asshole. The champagne inside Emma seemed to subvert her ideas of what was proper and right and made her pain desirable. She grunted like an animal pulling too heavy a load as Parker pressed the flaring neck of the bottle deeper into her asshole.

"I see we’re beginning to show our true colors now." Parker emphasized each word with a shove of the bottle. "Now we’re not afraid to appear just as we are. That’s good, whore, because for a long time you are going to be just this attainable to no one but me. You are going to be my transparent little fuck monkey. Do you understand?"

Emma nodded and felt her body tingle all over from her drunkenness. " Yeshh, Mistrumm!" Parker reached above her head and loosened the ropes that held Emma’s arm bar. She let it slip gently through her fingers and watched as Emma lowered backwards to the floor. Parker held Emma’s champagne bottle in Emma’s ass and wedged it in place against the floor as Emma’s body pressed down upon it forcing it deep inside the struggling girl. When Emma was finally lowered to the ground she touched it in but three places. Only her feet and the champagne bottle supported her while the arm bar held her shoulders and head a couple of feet from the floor.

Parker surveyed her captive and pulled up the hem of her black patent leather dress. She massaged her clit a few times to start her juices flowing out of her and then without warning Parker sat on Emma’s face, smothering it with her delicate cunt. Parker’s pulpy pussy lips massaged Emma’s face and the hot cream that flowed from Parker’s lubricious hole mashed all over Emma’s mouth and chin. "Lick it up, slut. Lick me well. When I feel you aren’t doing as good a job as I like I’ll let you know."

Emma thrust her tongue out and groaned as she felt her ass slip further down on the champagne bottle. Her tongue shot straight into Parker’s clutching cunt but the shock of having her asshole stretched even further prevented Emma from moving even a bit. She lay there suspended just two feet from the floor fully penetrated with her open mouth gulping Parker’s oozing cum. "You are not licking you lazy slut. Let’s see if a little encouragement gets you to obey." Parker placed heavy metal clamps on Emma’s thick nipples and ran the string that held the clamps through a pulley overhead. Parker gave the string a pull and the clamps bit down hard on Emma’s erect nipples. The clamps squeezed her sensitive nubs and lifted her heavy breasts up off of her chest until they formed perfect fleshy cones.

"Mmmmmph!" Emma screamed into Parker’s fluttering cunt and her tongue went wild. She pushed it far into Parker and pressed it up against her cunt wall. The taste of her Mistress excited Emma and made her yearn for more. She flicked her tongue along Parker’s clit forcing it up and out of the folds of her cunt lips. Parker rewarded Emma with more dripping pussy juice. She began to wiggle her ass on Emma’s face squeezing her cum out all over Emma’s cheeks. The pain in Emma’s nipples was sending the most devilish feelings to her clit. Parker moaned at having her cunt treated so slavishly and watched in satisfaction, as Emma’s clit became stiff and erect. Emma knew she was poking out of her lips and prayed that Parker would have mercy on her and touch her.

Parker had no such mercy, however, and instead pulled slowly on the string that held Emma’s nipple clamps. Emma felt her large globes pulled harder by their nipples and wailed as the pain overwhelmed her. She redoubled her efforts at pleasing her new owner and fucked Parker’s cunt as deeply as her long thin tongue would allow. Emma swirled her oral digit in circles rubbing its velvet length along the oily smoothness of Parker’s insides. Meanwhile Emma’s lips were pressed so tightly to Parker’s that everything that passed out of Parker passed directly into Emma’s greedy gullet. Parker cried out with joy and pushed down gently on Emma’s torso. Emma felt Parker’s hot hand pressing down on her belly and howled as she was forced to take more of the bottle into her ass. Parker pulled again on Emma’s nipple clamps and Emma was quickly reminded not to stop licking.

Parker worked up to her orgasm thrilled knowing that she would soon have what she so vindictively denied her prey. "Yessss! Suck my cunt and make me cum, you bitch! Make me cum or I’ll rip these perfect tits off your body!" Emma licked and sucked faster struggling for breath. Her wriggling asshole squeezed the champagne bottle becoming more and more used to it with every passing moment. The pain in her ass and in her nipples receded as the need in her cunt increased. She slurped and sucked Parker as best she could hoping to gain some consideration for her efforts. Emma needed to cum and she would do whatever it took to gain the privilege.

Emma sucked Parker’s clit into her mouth and battered it quickly with her tongue wrenching Parker’s climax from her body. Parker felt her explosion build and overtake her. She screamed and danced her ass all over Emma’s face, gushing her juices all over it. Parker pulled at her own nipples yanking her small breasts out from her chest and pumping her hips like a whore. She slid her groove up and down Emma’s captive face pumping cum all over her. Parker’s twitching cunt heaved and convulsed as the leather clad blonde pounded out her orgasm.

After Parker’s tribulations had ended she shifted her position slightly. "Now clean me up from my cute little asshole to my clit hood. Do a good job, too. I want what’s on me in you. If I am not clean and happy when you are done you will be most unhappy, bitch. Here’s some more of your bottle to remind you how unhappy I can make you." Parker pushed Emma down again making her taught stretched asshole suffer as more of the bottle squeezed inside her rectum. Emma grunted and moaned and ran her tongue up to Parker’s tight asshole. The taste was musky and filled Emma with such a sense of being horribly dirty that her own cunt began convulsing for want of brutal treatment. She licked Parker’s asshole lovingly pressing the tip of her tongue against its puckered opening.

Parker moaned at the soft touch of Emma’s tongue invading her dirtiest part and smoothed her fingers along Emma’s belly to the edge of her pubic hair. Parker tickled Emma there, wordlessly coaxing her on and Emma went mad with desire. She drove her tongue deep into Parker’s asshole licking and fucking it as if her mouth sported not a tongue for eating and talking, but a flexible prick suitable only for buggering her Mistress. "Oh such an obedient bitch you’ve turned out to be. Such a handy little asslicker. I think that from now on your name shall be "Little Asslicker." You won’t forget it because I’ll tattoo it on your ass and above your dirty little cunt. For now, though, finish cleaning me. I still have to get you set up before you know who gets home.

Emma ran her tongue all around Parker’s crack licking and slurping her until she was clean. She sighed in pleasure because she just knew that soon she would just have to be allowed an orgasm. Parker, satisfied that Emma had cleaned her well, rose from her face and removed the bottle from her ass. She placed a deep basin under her and ordered Emma to void herself. Emma blushed and shook her head. So embarrassing was this that she just could not comply. "Shit that booze out of your ass, bitch, or I will pull on this little string." Emma could take no more of the stretching and pushed as hard as she could voiding her bowels into the basin. When Emma was finished. Parker took the basin away and raised Emma up to a standing position again. The drunkenness had worn off Emma who now had a splitting headache. Her cunt had not been touched and every part of her body ached and throbbed.

Parker sat down on the velvet covered platform, looked at Emma and said, "In case you were wondering, you are not the first bitch to try and push me off the top of the hill. There have been more than a few. How do I keep my position as head of this household and wife to my husband? Why, by eliminating the competition of course. Oh, no. Don’t worry. I won’t kill you. I derive far too much pleasure from sluts like you to waste your flesh in a stupid act of revenge. But look here and you will see your future." Emma watched as Parker rose and tore the velvet cover off of the platform. She looked on in horror as the platform was revealed to be, in fact, a cage and that within the cage a beautiful red haired girl rested on her knees with her head on the floor. Her wrists were bound to her ankles and a red rubber ball was held fast in her mouth by a thick leather strap that wrapped around her head. The girl’s legs were spread widely and her dripping cunt was open and vulnerable. On her ass was tattooed "Queen Cocksucker." The girl looked up at Emma with silent, pitiful, eyes and began mewing like a cat in heat.

"Shut up Queen Cocksucker. Meet Little Asslicker. She will be your new playmate. You see, Queen Cocksucker’s been with us since ’95 or is it 94? I forget. In any case the number of times her cunt has been touched sexually has been zero. Get it, bitch. Here you will stay for the rest of your life and here you will do nothing but serve me. No one knows about this little hobby of mine, not even hubby, so no one will ever rescue you. No more orgasms for you slut, ever. Now stop struggling while I prepare your cage." Emma wailed and tried to get her knees close together as Parker untied her and shoved her into her tiny prison. She was tied much like the red haired girl and began crying as soon as the black velvet cover was placed over her cage. "Nitey nite, bitches. Dream of fucking my man, because that’s all the fucking you are going to get. Parker switched off the lights and left to make her husband’s dinner.