TWENTY-EIGHT
'Treating Mother'
Betty, in the lead, holds the handle of the bullwhip. The twelve foot, black, sixteen-plait braided bullwhip.
You have bent the fall of the whip to a long paracord and threaded that through your mother's clit ring.
The cord is y-ed to her fat steel nipple rings, bending her down by the tits.
Your mother stumbles along behind her long ago erstwhile sex-party partner, tugging her forward as if she was leashed at her pussy.
And that must be painful.
Betty moves quickly without considering the pain she is causing.
Then again, she probably knows about that pain. She has fully embraced the resurgent abuse your mother craves.
Betty had known her dark longings for abuse before I did.
Compounding the agonies you two have created is the rough rope coiled tight around her neck in six or seven tiers, bracing her jaw like a posture collar.
You glide behind the pair, your face wearing a cruelly mischievous smile that I have not seen before. You hold the rope tail of the collar like a leash and are moving slowly enough that the leash is pulling back against her neck enough that your mother is slightly choked as if you are restraining an over-eager dog on a walk.
This restraint forces her neck to be drawn back, pulling her shoulders back which adds a re-curve to her upper spine and strains her down-pulled tits.
Your face is lit by that smile.
A cute and delighted sadist you have become.
Sweet.
My darling, Sweet.
She is totally naked except that you have laced her into those absurd en pointe shoes. The heels are fucking longer than her feet.
Essentially you have given your mother hooves.
Where did you even get those things?
And why?
I do not see how it would be possible to walk in those things, much less walk on lawn while being forced into that ridiculous recurved posture.
But, she's managing.
And I am enjoying the parade.
Thoroughly.
You lead her to the center of the yard and order her to stand, hands behind her head, elbows back, legs spread wide.
Wider.
I hadn't noticed that you are carrying a five-gallon bucket full of water, which you drop heavily between her hooves, laced halfway up her calves.
Betty undoes the bend and lays the paracord through the handle of the bucket, pulling it tight before tying it off.
Your mother must flex her knees to accommodate the strain.
You drop your leash to lie along her ass crack and tie your mother's collar to the bucket handle as well.
You both look will pleased with your garden sculpture.
I am.
And judging by the quiet murmurs around our yard, so are the others.
You walk towards me, both hands at your neck, gathering your honeyed tresses. You thrust your tits toward me by drawing your elbows back. You wrap your hair into a loose figure-eight at the base of your skull.
You stand before me and brush my chest with your nipples.
I shiver, watching into your eyes.
Delightful.
I reach around you and gather you in to a deep hug, lifting you off your heels.
My stiffness is trapped and mashed between us.
We kiss.
The world beyond us fades and we float solitary together.
Charles steps up behind you and curls his fingers around the wings of your hips.
He presses against your back, his cock nesting in the groove of your beautiful ass.
He kisses the side of your neck. He licks your ear.
"Come, Mel."
He looks at me with a question.
How can I refuse.
He leads you over to where Peter is waiting, sitting on one of our lounges, his erect cock touching his abs.
Peter reaches out and, holding your ass, pulls you to stand between his thighs.
He kisses you abs and licks your navel, his tongue corkscrewing into your pit.
Charles toys with your tits, clutching and tugging, stretching and twisting.
Peter leans forward and covers your pussy with his mouth.
You thrust towards him, holding his head, giving him guiding encouragment.
Charles steps back and guides his cock between your thighs
You move sinuously, your pelvis dancing on his cock and Peter's mouth
Peter licks Charles' cock and guides it into your cunt
Charles jams into you, fucking you against Peter's face
Peter feasts on your pussy and clit, and on Charles' cock and balls.
You rock between impaling yourself on Charles' cock and offering yourself to Peter's lips, teeth and tongue.
Peter lies back, sprawling on the lounger, his cock ripped from your cunt.
You step forward to straddle the lounger and lower yourself onto his eagerly welcoming face
Charles kneels between Peter's wide-spread legs and leans forward to fondle your tits and kiss your back.
They rub their cocks together in the open air as they toy with you.
You shift your ass forward to Peter's tongue and twist at the waist to kiss Charles.
They both continue to manhandle your tits, a four-hand assault.
I notice that the Hofster Twins, tees and shorts long doffed, have moved to the sculpture you and Betty had left of your mother.
They are rubbing over her flesh, particularly fascinated by the straining muscles caused by the pose you have enforced with the bucket.
They alternate slapping and digging their fingers into her shivering thighs and calves.
Her tits, taut and slightly flattened by their downward tether, attract their curious attention as well.
They laugh at the effect thrumming the tight cord like a wash-tub bass has on her tits and cunt.
She jerks and screech delightfully, in rhythm to their quick tug and release.
Your mother is approaching her version of heaven - abused and helpless.
Juli steps behind her and, with powerful open-hand slaps starts spanking her ass.
This would knock her over onto her face, was Jodi not pressing that face into her tight gymnast's breasts.
Your mother takes the distraction eagerly, sucking on Jodi's dark button nipples.
Given the predicament you and Betty had created for her, she was limited to very little movement that didn't involve wrenching at her tits and cunt or choking her head back.
So she moves.
Her only means to maintain her balance is to dance clumsily on the hooves you'd laced onto her feet.
Where had you found those ridiculously high-heels.
They weren't really hooves, but they did force an en pointe that left her trying to balance on tips not much larger than a silver dollar.
And her failure was quite amusing.
The Twins took great delight in exploiting her problems.
As did she.
As did I.
I watched, rapt.
Eventually, the inevitable happened and your mother tipped over and fell on her side to lie on the grass at the feet of the Twins.
She hit the ground hard and her breath was expelled in a loud hooting.
Juli and Jodi laughed.
A musical trilling.
That stiffened me a bit more.
I decided to join them.
They all three watched my approach, my stiff cock swaying with each step.
The Twins, their eyes alight, crawled toward me across the grass. A matched pair of felines, stalking.
Or submitting.
I couldn't tell which.
I didn't really care which.
They met me about six meters from where your mother lay on her side and rubbed against my knees, purring.
Their white, white skin shimmered in the moonlight and I got a good look at their matching tattoos.
Green holly strands traced the upper edges of their buttocks and draped down, framing their cheeks.
The lentate petals of the flowers set off the red berry clusters with their whiteness.
And in the shallow hollows on the sides of their glutes were small black dog paw prints.
Very artistically done.
Realistic, with shading and shadow.
Hours spent beneath the needle of a genius artist paid off.
Imagining the sessions pumped more blood into my stiff cock.
I hadn't thought about tattoos much, but these beauties, inked into the fine porcelain skin of this pair of beautiful asses made me consider getting you inked.
I'll have to bring it up.
Soon.
Juli wastes no time.
She sits on her heels and waddles on her knees across the grass until my foot is trapped between her thighs.
She rubs her dripping cunt against the top of my foot.
I settle back on my heel and curl my toes up, providing a projection for her to scrub with her asshole and pussy.
Jodi quickly imitates her more aggressive sister and, rocked back on both heels, I must grip their white hair tightly to maintain my balance.
I am thrilled as they both their tongues along my cock, snaking, swirling, often entwining.
Occasionally, one or the other will pop my head between their lips.
To my great delight, they do a French kiss sort of thing, with my hardon between them, lips gliding along my shaft, tongues swirling around and along my dick.They look up at me, watching me with their fiery, ice-blue eyes glistening with moist excitement.
I like this.
I bend my knees, forcing the Twins to lean back, pressing their asses down onto my toes and dragging their cunts up my ankles.
They laugh and throw their arms back to balance on their hands.
Their backs arch deliciously, their small tits stretched almost flat over their well-developed pecs.
I lean down, put my hands on the ground and lower myself over the pale Twins until my knees are beside their heads with my shins pinning their shoulders to the ground.
This has pulled me from their mouths, but they both eagerly turn to lick me as best they can.
Their knees are fully flexed and they lift their pussies high, crammed against my shins.
They lift, wraggle and pump - taking full advantage of this contact.
Yes. This is good.
Very good.
I look to where your mother still lies tethered to the bucket - which has spilled onto the grass.
Her fall jerked on her breasts and folded her sharply, so that her nipples nearly touch her clit.
She has relaxed a little, straightened a bit as she is no longer weighed down by the near empty bucket.
But her devalued sense of self has not allowed her to completely unfurl.
I smile.
And rise up from the lovely Hofster sisters and crawl over to her.
She watches me, fear and pain painting her face.
Her dull eyes show her to be exhausted by terror.
The terror has gone.
All that remains is the just fear that her desires will be fulfilled here in our backyard.
At long last.
Her fear and her hope are identical.
I have come to enjoy that.
