When Helen came out of the bathroom, I wrapped a towel tightly round her so that she could not get her hands free and told you to gag her. You used your piss-sodden panties and wrapped Helen's tights round to stop her spitting them out. I tripped her onto the bed and tied her hands together above her head and then tied them to the top of the bed. Her legs were flaying around, but we got hold of one each and you picked up the cane.
"Now, Helen," I said, "are you going to behave? We'll take the gag out if you promise not to make a fuss and scream. If you scream, we'll put the gag back in and I'll let Loraine cane your cunt. I doubt you will enjoy it as much as she did. On the other hand, maybe we'll gradually be able to make you even more submissive than Loraine is. Are you going to be good?"
Eyes wild with panic, nostrils flared, Helen frantically nodded. I undid the tights and pulled out the panties.
"You bastard" Helen shouted. You raised the cane threateningly and Helen became quiet. "Please don't hurt me, please."
"What will you do if we do hurt you, Helen? Tell Mark? The husband you don't want to touch you. What would you say? 'Paul fucked me up the arse while this woman licked me?' I don't think he would be pleased to hear you came here willingly, to hear about me and you and all the others you fucked. So, be a good girl."
"First, Loraine might like to be licked. Would you like that, Loraine? Have you ever licked another woman Helen? Fifty, and not tried lesbianism?"
You said "I do want to be licked, actually. She can lick my arsehole, fuck my arsehole with her tongue and you, sweetheart, can lick my clit while she does it." We had to turn Helen round and, of course, she struggled to get free, but we tied her at the bottom of the bed and you squatted over her and I fucked your cunt with my fingers and licked your clit and bit it as hard as I thought you could stand and Helen tried to get her tongue up your arse, but not very convincingly, I thought.
As you were groaning and jerking in your orgasm, I told Helen I thought her efforts at tongue fucking were feeble and she would have to be punished. She started struggling again, but I lifted her legs up high and smacked her backside hard three times. She stopped struggling and became quiet.
"Please don't cane me between the legs, please. Mark will see it all red there and want to know why. Please."
"Let me fuck her with my rolling pin," you said and ran to the kitchen to get it.
"The only problem, Loraine, is that she might not think it's a punishment. She might enjoy it."
You smile "Oh, she won't, I can assure you. Not with me pushing it in. You can try to fist her when I take it out, that's one of your fixations. Make her scream."
With a sneering smile you showed Helen the blunt-ended rolling-pin. Helen's eyes grew wide and she started to struggle again. I pushed the sodden panties back in her mouth as I did not want neighbours investigating the screams I am sure would otherwise soon be heard. Loraine held the pin against Helen's cunt and circled it round. I sat astride Helen, my arse in her face, and held her legs open. Loraine pushed the pin and moved it at an angle, first one way, then the other, and Helen's cunt lips moved to the side. Loraine pushed harder and the end reluctantly started going in. Judging by the muffled noises Helen was making, it was very uncomfortable and she was trying to pull away. I gripped her waist with my knees and slowly but surely the rolling pin jerked into Helen's cunt, inch by inch. Her fingers were clenched in a fist, knuckles white, clenching the sheets, muscles taught. I took the gag out.
