Ladies' Luncheon Circle
Chapter 19: Claire's Show and James's Break -- the "James Plan"
After Friday's trail torments, Saturday promised Claire's plan to break James. Elise arrived at Claire and James's mountain cabin very early on Saturday, having finished her work on Friday night. No one in the house was stirring, and except for a few used glasses, empty bottles, and a pair of panties lying around the fireplace, everything looked neat and tidy. Elise thought it would be nice to awaken everyone with the aroma of breakfast cooking, and proceeded to make a full breakfast that could feed a dozen. It worked, one by one, they plopped into the kitchen, grabbing coffee and availing themselves of Elise's cooking. The cabin's rustic kitchen belied the dungeon's depravity below.
As the group became conscious, Sarah noticed Elise scurrying around with kitchen chores in a sundress. Wanting to get the day's fun started, Sarah pointed out that wearing clothing in the house by a slave was a house rule violation. Elise responded that she had just arrived, and no one told her about the house rules, but Sarah was adamant and had her strip in the kitchen.
The rest of the group was still more interested in nursing their coffee but, nevertheless Sarah fetched an anal hook and rope and strung Elise tiptoes-high from a beam by the hook up her bottom and then used cuffs to secure her hands behind her back, pulling them upward to lock to a collar she snapped around her neck. Elise's body trembled, her submission a stark contrast to her earlier hospitality.
Sarah wanted to be fair in that Elise had just done all the cooking, so she asked Mark and Bill to feed her and give her some orange juice and coffee. In her unstable condition, ass pulled up, on her tiptoes, and with her hands pulled up behind her back the feeding was less than efficient. Mark and Bill didn't care much. They spooned food into her mouth and poured in her drink. Her wiggling and the men's fondling caused food and liquid to dribble down her chest onto her breasts. Mark and Bill "helped" by licking the juice, coffee, and food from Elise's chest. Lisa was ordered to calm Elise down by tonguing her. Elise's erotic dance became the breakfast show for kicking off the day. Saturday's debauchery and fun had begun.
Post-meal, Laura set the plan for the day, initiating Claire's master plan to break James. She directed, "Claire satisfies the women on the gyno chair or bench with James chained close, Lisa or Elise edging his nub. Men fuck Claire on the horse or in the pillory with James under her ass." As they finished their second coffee, everyone wondered downstairs. James understood that Claire had orchestrated the day so that his first orgasm of the day, if any were to be allowed, would be from a man.
Sarah chose the chair, her legs strapped and spread past 90 degrees, while Claire's tongue plunged deep between her folds. As Sarah's roars and shudders crescendoed into an orgasm, she yelled, "Oh fuck, again! I want another orgasm!" Meanwhile James was chained inches away from Sarah's twat and forced to watch his wife's tongue disappearing repeatedly into the aroused slit. With Lisa sucking his freed nub while watching Sarah's slit gape, her wet folds pulsing, his cock throbbing with 400+ days of pent-up desire since release, his horniness became a fire and his "straight" wall limit trembled knowing that with just a word he could plug into a warm cunt himself. His inner torment continued as Megan took the bench, ass up, urging Claire's tongue, "Deeper! I want three cums." Elise was now edging James orally, lavaging his cock and balls, keeping him close but never allowing any release, his tension further mounting, he internally questioned whether he could enjoy men?
Laura, joking, seeing this as a competition, demanded, "Four times!" As Laura also chose to mount the spanking bench, Claire's lips relentlessly worked her womanhood, the position forcing Claire's nose into Laura's recently bleached back passage. Feeling her nose, Laura, not too shyly, ordered a bit of tongue on her orifice. Meanwhile, James's dick was aching, and his resolve was fraying from the visuals and oral attention to his long-neglected "clitty." Laura managed two orgasms on the bench but elected not to go for four.
As the action was set to move from the sucking to the fucking, Lisa again balked, reiterating her disdain for men. Jenna apologized, saying there'd be a slight delay. With the help of Mark and Bill, Jenna lifted Lisa onto the back of the wooden pony. Most of the group had never seen one, certainly not in operation, and wondered how something so simple could work. This one, modeled after a medieval torture device, consisted of a triangular structure with a beam at the top, four feet long, its sharp ridge apexed to a point. The sides flared out such that anyone sitting atop the "pony" would have their legs spread wide, again much like riding a pony. A rather silly-looking out-of-proportion kid's stuffed animal head was attached with a stick to one end and a toy pony's tail at the other as an amusing homage to a real pony.
As Lisa was set down on the pony, with her hands cuffed to a collar, its mechanism became clear. The apex of the "pony's" back was splitting her cleft as she straddled it. This was predicament bondage without the bondage. She could try to use her legs to take the weight off her groin, but with no stirrups, it was hard to get any purchase. Using her thighs against the pony could produce a slight relief, for the limited time her thigh muscles could hold out, but the movement of her inner thigh muscles also seem to wiggle her slit deeper onto the pony's back somehow.
Soon, she was also rocking back and forth. Back to get the pressure off her clit as it was smashed against the peak, then forward to ease the resulting split of her anus instead. The whole time the beam seemed to be digging deeper, the pony was sawing into her entire slit from clit, through her sex, perineum, and finally her ass crack and asshole itself. Her labia were spread on either side of the apex, simultaneously wetting the ponies back and ensuring that they were stretched but at the same time offered no protection for her clit or holes.
The effect and similarity to riding a pony was amazing. With her thighs providing a slight up and down motion and her rocking in an attempt to relieve pressure on various parts in her slit she looked like she was really riding a pony. She looked like she was posting, a technique where the rider rises and falls in the saddle rhythmically with the pony's trotting motion, improving comfort for both the rider and pony. With Lisa, her rises and falls seemed to be spitting her slit rather than providing such comfort.
Everyone watched the display of Lisa's nude body, now covered in sweat with her cunt slickening the pony's back, posting away. It was quite entertaining and something most of them had never seen before. Claire, however, felt an imagined pony ride in her genitals. Jenna grew bored and reached up to attach nipple clamps to Lisa's slightly bouncing tits. When Jenna asked Mark and Bill to pull down on Lisa's legs to put additional force into her slit, Lisa knew where things were going and what she had to do to escape the torture, screaming, "Please, let me suck James!"
With Lisa finally induced to do her part in the "James Plan," Claire got herself locked in the pillory, bent at the waist, with her legs pulled apart by ankle cuffs built into the pillory stand. Mark's thick cock then stretched her sex, James, chained under the pillory, his face mere inches from his wife's dripping cunt, watched its girth split her pink flesh, veins pulsing, pre-cum glistening, his nub screaming.
Bill took the opportunity to get a little relief as he'd been waiting, by feeding his cock into her mouth held firm by the pillory. Lisa, fearful of the pony, relentlessly tongued James's "clitty," ever careful not to push him over the edge. After the pony she shuddered to think what the punishment for letting James cum would be. Daniel, in a rare released moment, elected to stay with the pillory and fucked Claire like a man who hasn't had his cock in a cunt in years. The price, a mixed creampie, was to lick out his and Mark's mingling cum from Claire's puss. James was in the perfect position to watch the white ooze drip, his mind a storm, his horniness clashing with fear and his masculinity slipping.
Hours into the plan, James broke, saying "Fuck me, please!" Claire had won. James would now be as much of a bi-slut-slave as she was. Nothing was going to be off-limits in their mutual submissive depravity. She quickly motioned Mark over, as she wanted to fully stretch James's ass and totally break him with the largest cock in the room. Having just fucked Claire, Mark needed some fluffing. She dropped to her knees taking Mark's cock into her mouth. As she tasted herself on his cock, she relished the fact that she was personally prepping this cock to emasculate her husband's asshole.
Mark wasted no time, and with everyone in the group at heightened attention for the long awaited event, rammed his cock ball-deep into James's asshole. Mark, wanting to humiliate James a bit for making him wait so long announced, "Tight slut!" as his cock continued stretching James's hole. Bill uninvitedly took his mouth, his recently used cock's salty head gagging him. James spurted untouched with a moan, with Claire then crowing, "Look at you cumming from having your boi-hole taken by a man! Looks like you don't need to be let out of your cage now that you can cum from being fucked like a girl. Bill says you also sucked cock like a pro, where's your manhood now, nub-boy?" His shame burned, he'd cum from men without his cock being touched, his nub made useless, it locked for life looming in his mind.
