This chapter is part of a continuing story. Although some chapters may stand on their own, for proper character development and story line intensity, this series is a continuous story and should be read as such.
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After a couple of minutes, Rita regained her strength. Pulling the strap-on from the slut's ass, she dropped to the floor. She leaned on her hands for support. The attached dildo glistened from lube and the slut's ass juices. It bounced like it wanted to continue, but Rita needed a rest.
After watching all of that, I was in a devious mood. I had ideas in my mind that I knew would be fun. Well, fun for most of us. I walked over to James' bag and found a bullet vibe. It was about the size of an enlarged cock, but the shape of a bullet. Also, there was a very nice training gag in there. It had an elaborate head harness, and different attachments for the gag. The one I picked was the shape of a penis. It wasn't too large, but just large enough. It also had a ring for attaching fake cocks on the outside. This caused more ideas to run though my head.
I needed something to keep the vibrator in. The subbie zapper came to mind. I found it over by the desk, on the floor. The plug still glistened of lube. To make my new ideas work, the sub had to be flipped like a pancake. I needed her bonds to be removed and then retied, once she was on her back. I would get James to help me with that.
While she was still weak and twitching from playing with Lucy and Rita, we untied her. James held her up while I put the subbie zapper on. She was no trouble at all. In fact, her arms and legs seemed very weak, like a rag doll. The girls gave her a real work out. Before I tightened the strap of the zapper, I inserted the bullet vibe into her pussy. My only problem was how to turn the vibe on and off. To be able to do that, I had to leave the strap looser than I wanted to. But, the position I had planned for her would help with that.
We had her lay on the ottoman, again. But, this time, on her back. It was a rectangle ottoman, so putting her on it lengthwise supported her back perfectly. The left wrist and ankle were tied together, and a rope was run under the ottoman to the right wrist and ankle to keep her in position and secure. She was tied in a way that her legs stayed open and her head was just slightly leaning over the edge but her neck supported by the ottoman. The perfect position for what I had in mind.
I took the training gag and walked up to her head. "Open wide," I told her. She obeyed and the cock portion of the gag went into her mouth. I held it there, as I made sure the straps all fit as they were intended to. Then, I had her raise her head, so I could buckle it, in back. So far, so good.
I stood up and looked over at the girls. They were watching, but they looked like they had just run a marathon. Well, sexual fun will do that to ya'. They perked up though, when they saw me putting the training gag on her.
There's something about gags. They are multipurpose. They keep the victim quiet, but they also serve as humiliation, in some cases. And, in the case of the training gag, it would serve as even more.
Lucy and Rita already had their strength back. I started to explain the gag to them, but they were quick to tell me they knew all about it. I had forgotten whose bag I had taken it from. But, just because they already knew about it, that didn't dampen any of the excitement in their eyes. They were listening with interest.
I started to explain my ideas, but remembered the vibrator. I leaned down and pulled the zapper's strap to the side so I could get to the switch. I selected the fast speed and then turned it on. Immediately, the slut started moaning and she was wiggling and twisting on the ottoman. She was selling my ideas, without my help. She was being so helpful.
At that point, I had a show that wouldn't (or couldn't) stop. As long as the batteries in that vibrator worked, the slut's pussy was going to get a good buzz. And, in the position she was tied, she had more freedom to wiggle around, but she still couldn't free herself.
Then, there was the added pleasure of the gag. What was gagging her mouth was a 4-inch rubber penis. It was flexible, but firm, much like a real cock. It was pretty thick, too. And, like a real cock, her voice could be heard as she tried to form words. Personally, I love that aspect of some gags. Partial words could be heard, and even the tone, or should I say the need of the words, too. That's just perfect.