'Oh, oh, my God!' the man shouted, his seed jetting hotly out of his tormented cock. It came with such force that Debbi could feel the semen pounng up deep inside of her: She released her death grip on his balls and dug her fingers into her cut as her orgasm overcame her. The sweet thrills of release made her brain seem to disolve and flow down her spine to her groin.
As Debbi came down from her peak, she heard Magda screaming out her joy. The woman thrashed about in the powerful sensation of coming, then lay perfectly still, too stunned for the moment to attend to the desperate needs of Kristine. The girl was too far gone to care about anything but her own long-awaited climax.
'Please help me!' Kristine begged to Debbi. The girl's clawing at her own eunt told Debbi it was an emergency. She didn't fail her new friend who had been so good to her earlier.
Debbi immediately jumped off of the man and rushed to the girl; She buried her mouth at the girl's steaming crotch. It 'was a dedicated procedure, but Debbi was finally able to nurse the elusive come from the girl.
'Oh, I'm making it!' Kristine shouted in joy at
her peak. She went wild as both Debbi and Magda had done, cursing freely and thrashing about like an insect on a pin. Finally all of the come had flowed out of her, and Kristine collapsed along with the other two women. All of them rested on or near the sofa as they tried to catch their breath.
'Oh, please let me go!' the man groaned, reminding them that they were not alone in theft lesbian paradise. Debbi got up and walked toward the helplessly bound man. Her crotch and inner thighs were soaked with the sperm that he'd shot into her. Debbi teased her fingers into his sweaty hair. Then she walked about the table.
'Perhaps we should let him go,' Debbi suggested, smiling her wickedest smile at her sisters in torment. The laughter of the other two far exceeded his earlier screams of pain. And the hopeless look in the man's eyes increased as Debbi joined them in laughter.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The days settled into a most pleasant routine of pain and gratification. The victims came in a steady flow of several a day. The time spent in disciplining
– the men and engaging in the frenzied lesbian orgy that followed, consumed the better part of a day. The remainder was spent in eating and sleeping. The work of the day exhausted Debbi, and she slept soundly.
'Wake up sleepy head,' Christine called. It had become a regular routine. And with it came the sweet thrills of a mutually satisfying sex act.
'All right,' Debbi said crossly, but broke into laughter as Kristine tickled her awake. Her laughter changed to gasps of delight as the older girl's fingers found her cunt and teased it to life.
'Your little pussy is asleep. I want to wake it,'
Kristine said dreamily. Her pussy was already
bathed in a worked-up lather of pleasure when
Kristine pressed her insistent lips to it for a kiss.
The butterfly kisses turned to a slow licking as
Debbi's need grew.
'Nice!' was all Debbi gasped as the fingers made a squishy sound deep within her body.
'Get the feather,' Christine said throatily. Debbi knew what the girl wanted. She reached over and opened the drawer next to the bed and removed a large ostrich feather.
'Get your pretty pussy over here,' Debbi ordered. Kristine giggled into Debbi's mint as she raised herself on the bed. She was wearing a nightshirt and it had ridden over her cute little rump with the movement. Debbi tickled the feather over the girl's beckoning ass, and she spread her thighs wider as a reaction. The firm, sensual thighs quivered on either side of Debbi's head as the girl got into position. Her feet and toes curled affectionately in Debbi's hair.
'Oh, I love that,' Kristine cooed, her body shaking in pleasure as the feather traced teasing circles around her wantonly spread pussy lips. The cunt exuded a thick fluid which soon coated the feather.
'Now, you'll get it!' Debbi laughed, wishing to please the girl between her legs who was so devotedly eating her pussy. Kristine squirmed in sheer bliss each time Debbi pressed the large feather over her sensitive cit. Debbi grew more determined to make the girl come as her own belly started to boil. The feather continued its constant beating on the defenseless cut until the girl shook in orgasm.
'You come with me,' Kristine ordered, raising her head only briefly from the steaming gash. Her face immediately went back to the pussy feast. Kristine had already learned that Debbi went wild if her inner lips were sucked close together. So Christine pulled them both into her mouth and made a tremendous suction. She repeated the action several times, and Debbi went off.
'So good.., so flicking good!' Debbi screamed in joy. Kristine held her thighs in place. By keeping Debbi from thrashing about, Kristine insured a more intense orgasm centering in the girl's crotch. The climax caused a frothy bubbling of Debbi's
pleasure juice to coat Kristine 's face.
'That was lovely,' Kristine said, positioning herself next to Debbi to give her a wet kiss. It was a great pleasure for them to kiss after cunnilingus. It was strangely erotic to taste one's own juices and those of the lover. This gentle kissing went on for a minute. Then the memory of the delights of pain to be had this morning forced a dutiful Christine to insist that Debbi dress.
'Who is this mystery man? And what could he possibly want that we haven't already done to all the others?' Debbi asked. She put on her leather outfit and boots. In just a few days, Debbi felt they had exhausted all the ways possible to physically and sexually abuse a~ man. They had whipped men, put them on the rack, beat their cocks bloody with hollow rubber tubes, and even ridden them around the hard concrete floor like horses. One man had to accept Kristine 's urine in his mouth, while another had all of his body hair pulled out with tweezers.
'Oh, you'll see. He's a very important man, he
is. Some kind of minister in the government. And he's making a deal concerning oil rights to the United States. And he's the kinkiest of them all,' Kristine whispered. Apparently, the two girls weren't supposed to know the identity of the men they serviced. It was a house rule and a security measure rigidly enforced by Fati through Magda's control over the girls. But Kristine was good at listening at keyholes.
'What's he want?' Debbi asked. She was surprised that such important men took such apparent risks to their careers just for sexual gratification. But then, Debbi knew what it was like to be captivated by desire.
'The same thing all the time. He's the one we
made that electric chair for. He comes in, has us go through a ritual of fitting him in the chair. We fit his balls in this ugly metal contraption on the chair and we wire his cock for electric shocks. Then we give him doses of juice and he has to take them. If he moves too much he'd rip his balls right off,' Kristine said, excited just talking about the prospect of the man's castration.
'Cute,' Debbi commented. She wondered how far a man could be pushed. But the fact that they took a great deal of pleasure from their punishment bothered her. Debbi wanted them to suffer more than they did.
'Oh, he starts off real bossy. Like he's just a big shot and we're only cheap whores. But once he's in the chair and Magda keeps telling me to increase the juice, he begs like the rest of them,' Eristine said, a tone of boasting in her voice.
'I bet. But it bothers me to see them acting like they're in real agony, while all the time they're enjoying it,' Debbi confessed. She'd just finished tying up her boots.
'They hurt, all right. The dirty bastards,' Kristine commented, the venom seething in her voice. It was obvious that she feared and hated men. The reason behind her hatred was of interest to Debbi.
'Did a man ever hurt you when you were very young?' Debbi asked. She wondered for a moment if she'd gone too far. Their friendship was just developing and Debbi realized that an improper question could cool off their relationship. Thankfully, Kristine wasn't offended.
'My father raped me when I was fourteen. My mother was so drunk she only stood by and laughed while he did it. Then, I had to suck the cocks of his drunken friends when they came over
for cards. It was horrible. I finally ran away. I whored for two years until I heard about this place. I've been
