Joannas Story Ch 05

Again, I find it necessary to explain myself. I started out to write a two-part story about a writer, new to fiction, who writes about herself telling how she met her lover. The intros and endnotes are part of the story. Some of you have caught on, but, evidently, I confused others.

The first part of the story is factual up to a degree. I changed names to protect the not so innocent; I embellished and camouflaged other factors; most of the plot is overstated. In short, I took liberties, poetic license, if you will, to tell the story. I am, in fact, the Joanna of the story, and my partner, my lover, is Lyssa in the story. I am out of the closet as far as this site is concerned, but not in my real world life. My colleagues do not know my sexual orientation.

The physical descriptions are close; however, the real Lyssa is much more petite than her story counterpart, and I am taller. Another difference: I have reversed their personalities. In real life 'Joanna' has 'Lyssa's' personality and 'Lyssa' has 'Joanna's' personality.

The second part, Joanna's Story, is pure fiction dredged out of the deliciously dirty mind of my lover, TT. She acted as my research assistant and gathered all the bits and pieces you'll find in that second phase, Joanna's Story.

One huge mistake I made was to write chapters instead of one long story. That would have prevented readers from expecting everything in the first chapter.

I will try to explain the confusion. It is a result of my inability to convince Literotica to permit me to categorize the story the way it needed to be. As I've mentioned in the past, I needed a multiphase category that Literotica doesn't have. Therefore it was essential that I use BDSM.

Despite the fact that the heroine has been kidnapped, enslaved, locked in a dungeon, held captive, forced to stand with a pole up her vagina; her nipples and labia pierced, beaten with whips, her nipples clipped, and her labia and nipples chained to a dog, my category of BDSM was denied & changed to Lesbian & Non Consenting Sex. This pulled the rug from under my writing strategy. Literotica evidently expects each chapter to stand on its own merits rather than a piece of the whole.

I don't blame Literotica. They had no way of knowing what I was up to. Unfortunately, I needed that BDSM category to phase into the second part of the story. Readers coming upon my submissions and passing over the Lesbian Sex and Non Consenting Sex went directly to the BDSM and found a non sequitur. They thought that it was a completely independent story and were turned off when the first chapter failed to live up to the intro.

The story was to be a progression, NOT strong BDSM in each chapter. It was meant to build to a crescendo that reached a 'climax' (pardon the pun) in the last chapter. That's what the first half (WLmS] did and would have made that point if it were read. Not reading it first has somewhat caused the confusion. I received some hostile emails from readers who expected the first chapter to be filled with harsh BDSM that was NOT my intention even though that had to be the category.

Literotica is a great site and I'm glad I found it and submitted; however, I did find it a bit restrictive, category wise, for telling my story.

Jonanna's Story Chapter 05

Ken brings his female sex toys into his marital home.

Celia discussed with Susan the outcome of "negotiations" with Ken. She explained what Susan and the other complying women would have to endure if they wanted to be with Ken. She highlighted the fact that there would be no more brutal beatings with the heavier whips; Ken had insisted on the disgusting panty drawer, of course, and the use of the flicker whips, nipple and labia clamps, acupuncture needles and candles, (at least) one snap of the long braided whip on the women's clits, foreign objects inserted in their vaginas and rectums, any type of vaginal, rectal, and oral sex that he wanted, and anything else not specifically precluded by the "contract" with Celia. Celia, being exceedingly unworldly, probably missed many items that Susan had failed to mention or not thought of and so gave Ken a large array of indignities that he could perpetrate on his witch-bitches with impunity.

One item that Celia had wanted to eliminate was sending the women home naked. Ken had tentatively agreed, but did not give his word to end.

Celia thought she was in an awful nightmare and still couldn't believe that the women would agree to such atrocities. Susan and Ken knew that they would. Ken had too strong a grip on them to permit them to refuse once he had them in his bed.

"Celia, you may have made a mistake in trying to get Ken to give up what he wants to do to women. Anything you may have eliminated will make him that much more brutal in the areas you have consented to. I can't see him giving up the harsh whippings either. Negotiating with him may have made it worse for his sex toys.

However, thank you for trying to make it easier for me, but I will still crave having sex with him, and I do want him to treat me a little harshly. That is such a turn on. The worse he treated me, the stronger my orgasms were. I don't want to give that up. Can you understand?"

"In a way I can, Susan, but not entirely. I used to respond to him that way too, but his constant abuse has eliminated that. I feel bound to stay married to Ken, but I really want to stay out of his grasp. His abuse and your accounts of the Wicked Wiccan Wednesdays have destroyed any vestige of feelings I may have had for him. Your contacts with Ken were intermittent, and you had time to recover from each encounter; mine were constant; I didn't have time to recover from one episode to another.

I have had those two photo studio bitches make up a tentative schedule for the other women to come here on Friday evenings. That will start in two weeks so don't change your underwear until then. Oh, another thing that Ken and I have agreed on is that the women will have to come here in a cab. We don't want the neighbors to see a parade of women driving here. If they arrive in a cab, that won't be so obvious. That doesn't apply to you. You can park in the driveway in front of the house. It's not necessary for you to park on the street. In fact, your car will be less noticeable in the driveway.

Oh Susan, I am apprehensive about this whole disaster. Please let me lean on you; I won't be able to handle this without your support. Make love to me, Susan. Help me cope, please."

The women have sex and fall asleep in each other's arms. Ken has come home, but since the two women are in the master bedroom, he doesn't encounter them; in an alcoholic fog, he goes to bed in the ante bedroom. By the time he awakens the next morning, Susan is gone.. Celia refuses to speak to him, so he goes to the basement to practice with the long whip for an hour; then he leaves for the photo studio.

Susan stops by to see Celia on the following Friday; she is obviously upset.

"This isn't going to work, Celia. I've been wearing these dirty panties for just one week, and I can't stand them. I keep thinking that other people can smell the panties and me. Can't I, at least, take them off, bathe, and put them back on? What will they smell like after two weeks? What will those women out there smell like after two weeks? Those women will be having the same problem that I'm having. They are going to be very concerned about how they smell. This isn't the Middle Ages when no one bathed. They didn't smell each other then because everyone stank. I think Ken's wicked witches are going to rebel and not follow the panty drawer rule. Their coworkers are going to complain. Their relatives are going to nag them to bathe. I'm only too glad that this is the last time I have to do this. After two weeks, the other women are going to have rotten crotches. Oh Celia, forgive me. I forgot that you'll have to, uh, service them."

"It gets worse, Susan. Ken is demanding that since he can't beat you, you will have to service, as you call it, those unbathed women, too. Don't put up a fuss, Susan. Ken says if we complain, he'll make it a whole month, rather than two weeks. I'm sick, just sick, imagining what it'll be like."

Friday, a week later, the first women enters the house, looks around, sees a light coming under the ante room door and enters. Ken, Celia, and Susan are fully dressed and sitting on the bench at the foot of the bed.

"Come in, bitch. Take your dress off. From now on, remove your dress before you come in. Just drop it on the floor outside the door. That's right; now throw it through the doorway and close the door. Turn around. We want to look you over. Take your arms away from your tits and keep your hands clasped behind your neck. That's the way you always stay until I tell you otherwise. Keep turning around slowly. Hey, aren't you becoming a nice shade of red. Now, bounce up and down on your toes. I want to see your tits bounce, too. I didn't tell you to stop. Keep bouncing. Okay, take your panties off and exchange them with the ones in the drawer. You've done this before; you know the drill. Damn, you stink. Well, there are two tongues here that will clean you up – and out."

The woman takes off her panties and goes to the panty drawer. She hasn't uttered a word since she entered the room. She is so embarrassed to be naked in front of Ken and the other two women, one of them his wife, that she is trembling. When she opens the drawer, the smell makes her take a step back. She sighs, leans down and picks up the panties and drops hers in the drawer. She closes the drawer and turns to face the other three. She's hoping for a reprieve, but no one says anything, and she knows better than to hesitate too long. She turns the soiled underwear inside out and folds it, so the crotch is on top. Her eyes tear up, and she tries to compose herself. Then she closes her eyes and places the panties inside her mouth with the crotch against her tongue. When the taste assaults her tongue and taste buds, she convulses slightly, gags, and almost throws up. She reaches up to pull the vile thing from her mouth, but thinks better of it and clasps her hands behind her neck. She wishes she could have refrained from coming here tonight. She knows that wasn't an option for her. She is Ken's sex toy for the night.

"Have you douched, bathed or washed your pussy during the last two week?" Ken asks. She shakes her head 'no'. "Have you worn your panties twenty four hours a day?" he asks. She nods yes. Her saliva, mixed with the secretions in the soiled panties, is building up in her mouth, and she is forced to swallow. The taste is increasing with the increase in saliva. She is about to pass out from the awful taste. She has eaten pussy many times before at Ken's command, but the women were comparatively clean. These panties have been 'ripening' for two weeks. She prays to pass out.

"Have you been masturbating at least twice a day while you've had your panties on? Ken probes. Again the hapless woman nods 'yes'. "Okay, suck the crotch of these. I want them to be cleaner when you take them out of your mouth. Her concave cheeks show that she is sucking. Her legs begin to wobble, her knees are about to give way, but she manages to stay standing.

It has been only about twenty or thirty minutes since she arrived, and her ordeal has just begun. She has to hold up until twelve, Ken's witching hour. She knows that if she falters or hesitates, Ken will make her go home naked. She thinks about the distance from the taxi, in the parking lot, to her building and the walk up two flights of stairs to her apartment. That would be even more unbearable than anything Ken does to her in this house. There may not be many people around after midnight, but what if there were? She must be strong; she must not hesitate when he asks something of her. Silently, she curses her addiction to Ken; she curses Ken; and she curses herself.

Ken has tentatively agreed not to send women home naked; however, they are not to know that; Celia has had to agree to that proviso. Ken knows that the threat of going home naked is the key to making women do as he demands. He also knows that they want desperately to sleep with him. He realizes that his power over them is very strong.

"Missy, have you had your period during the last two weeks? Ken leered. The woman shakes her head 'no'. "Bummer," sneered Ken. "That would have made this session a little more interesting if you still had some menstrual residue in your cunt.

Are you aware of what is going to happen to you?" She shrugs, closes her eyes, and nods yes. She shrugs again.

"Do you want me to lay it out for you?" She nods again.

"Nod if you understand each of my instructions." She nods.

"You and I are going to have sex in any position I want you in." She nods enthusiastically.

"You are going to have sex with your hostesses in any way I want you to." She nods again, resignedly.

"I am going to hurt you in whatever way I want to." She nods, her eyes downcast.

"Look at me. Do you have any objection to being abused, beaten, or used in any manner I want?" She shakes her head no.

"Do you have any objection to being needled?" Her eyes widen. She stares at Ken for a second. She groans softly and shakes her head no.

"Are you ready for anything that happens to you here tonight?" She takes a deep breath and nods.

"Is your name Missy?" She starts to shake her head no, but realizes her error and enthusiastically nods yes.

"Now that we know who you are, get on your knees and pay homage to your hostesses."

Susan and Celia stand, pull off their dresses, and sit back down on the bench. Ken gives his witch permission to pull the panty gag from her mouth and hold it. She kneels in front of Celia, bends, and deep kisses Celia's labia and vagina. After a minute or so, she moves between Susan's legs to her genitals and kisses them, also. She puts the gag back into her mouth and looks up at Ken, waiting for her next instruction.

He motions for Celia to get on the bed. As she does so, she begins to panic. The witches' kisses have stimulated her, but she is not looking forward to licking the woman's unclean genitals. She closes her eyes and waits.

Ken tells the woman to straddle Celia's mouth and pull her labia open. He can smell her and is excited by the thought of Celia being trapped under the woman's crotch and having to eat her odorous pussy. He is starting to get an erection.

Celia feels the woman's open, wet, unshaved genitals pressing down on her mouth. She grits her teeth and tries to block out the woman's scent. After a few seconds, she opens her mouth and thrusts her tongue vigorously up into the woman's canal and begins to lick furiously hoping to make her come, so she can get the woman off her face. The woman's juices flow into her mouth and Celia is forced to swallow continuously or be strangled by them.

She tries valiantly to reach the woman's G Spot to make her come, but her tongue isn't long enough. Ken has told her to stay away from Missy's clit, so she continues tongue fucking the woman. The combination of odor and the women's vaginal secretions pouring into her mouth is more than Celia can bear, and without thinking, she sinks her teeth into Missy's labia. The woman screams through the panty gag and comes on Celia's face and into her mouth. Ken angrily slaps Missy's breasts back and forth.

"I didn't give you permission to come, cunt. You'll pay for that." He is fully erect. Although she had no control over her orgasm, Missy knows better than to argue with Ken. That would lead to severer punishment. At Ken's signal, she lifts off of Celia's face and kneels on the bed. She is still secreting and it is running down her legs and wetting the bed sheets.

She is hungry to have Ken penetrate her, but he thrusts into Susan for a dozen strokes; he grabs Missy's hair and pulls her mouth to his penis; she licks Susan's juices from him; then he inserts himself into his wife a dozen times and again pulls Missy's head to suck him. He doesn't allow himself to ejaculate into any orifice.

"Are you ready to be fucked, cunt?" Ken asks Missy. Again, a very enthusiastic nod.

"Okay, get into a doggy posture. Spread your knees as far apart as you can. Susan, slide under her in a 69 position. Put a pillow under your head so you're mouth is up against her pussy. Start licking."

Ken kneels behind Missy and slides his penis into her. She is so wet that there is no resistance. She pushes back against him each time he thrusts. Susan is trying to keep contact and make both Ken and Missy feel her tongue. She is licking Missy's pussy at the point where Ken's penis enters her. Missy's secretions are dripping into her mouth, but they seem to have less scent than before Celia ate her. Evidently, Celia had cleaned the woman out before Susan's turn.

After each of several thrusts, Ken would pull out of Missy and let Susan suck and lick Missy's juices. As Missy became dryer, there was increased friction and Ken was getting closer to ejaculation. Missy was also getting closer to her next orgasm. When she came, she became wetter and Ken was able to put off his orgasm. This sequence continued until Missy's vaginal lubrication began to slow and the friction caused Ken to ejaculate. Missy came at the same time. After Susan licked Ken clean, he told her to suck his semen from Missy's vagina. It took her several minutes to remove it all and Missy came again. Susan cleaned out that fluid too and looked to Ken to see what he wanted next.

"Susan, straddle Missy's face and piss in her mouth. Missy, don't lose a single drop."

Missy screamed, "Noooo." She almost fainted; she had made a boo-boo, and Ken was sure to exact another punishment. Maybe he'd forget, but she doubted it. She opened her mouth wide and pressed her lips up around Susan's pubes. She began swallowing frantically as Susan's pee poured into her waiting mouth. Ken watched Missy's throat move as she drank the urine. Susan emptied her bladder and looked to Ken again.

He told both women to sit up. While Missy was still in an orgasmic daze, he pulled up off the bed. He had her stand spread legged over an aluminum post while he raised the post into her genitals until she was on tiptoe. He let her stand that way for a few minutes until her legs began to tire. He opened a packet of acupuncture needles and inserted all four through the woman's right nipple. She moaned as each needle entered her flesh, but she kept her hands clasped behind her neck.

When Ken opened the second packet, Celia made the mistake of telling Ken that their agreement was for a total of four needles. Susan tried to stop Celia, but the damage was already done. Ken glared at Celia as he inserted three of the needles through Missy's left nipple. He told Celia that she was never to interfere with whatever he did and to show her what her outburst caused, he placed the last needle at the tip of Missy's breast and pushed it through the end of the nipple and back into her breast. Missy screamed into the gag but did not move her hands from behind her neck.

Ken stared at Celia, daring her to open her mouth again. Celia stayed mute. She didn't want her words to translate into more pain for Missy. Ken left Missy on the post for another five minutes and then lowered the top part out of her vagina. Missy sobbed and moved her legs together. She wanted desperately to sit or even lie down on the bed, but Ken had other plans. He told her to follow him and he led her down to the basement. Missy's ordeal was about to enter phase two.

Ken has Missy stand spread legged, her hands still clasped behind her neck. Celia and Susan are watching as Ken walks around Missy looking her over, decided what he's going to do to her naked body.