Lissa's gait was wobbly as she walked into breakfast on the arms of the two men. She felt an odd pride as all eyes turned toward them. She wished that everyone could have seen her triumph the night before. The power she had felt when she made tears flow from Gables pale green eyes, and forced Colin to scream with pleasure.
She had never felt so strong as when she surrendered herself to them, to do with as they would.
They surprised her by grabbing her hands and taking her to the glass walled shower, and turning on the multiple showerheads. They stood as the hot water sluiced over them, and soaped one another.
"I have to pee." Lissa started to leave the stall.
Colin took her arms in his big hands and held her, looking down into her eyes. "Go!"
The warm liquid washed down the insides of her legs and she blushed. Even when she was finished she still felt it and looked down to see Colin letting loose a steam of golden piss. She stepped back in time to see Gable arc a stream of urine catching first Colin, then her. Instantly the water washed them clean and she shrieked and danced away. Lifting a hand she playfully directed a stream of water into their faces.
Colin lifted her in his arms and held her as she squealed and giggled. Gable detached one of the showerheads and adjusted the spray. He brought it over and held it against her pussy, urging her to spread her legs. He played the water over her clitoris until she thrashed so hard that Colin almost dropped her. Gable released the hand shower and helped support her, kissing her deeply as he pressed her between them. Colin's lips and tongue followed the line of her jaw and throat, searching out her mouth, and somehow joining Gable in a three-way kiss.
Gable soaped his hand and stroked between her legs his long fingers slipping into the tight channel of her vagina. As Colin tightened his grip with one hand he began to bugger her with soapy fingers, the burning sensation making her feet kick in ineffectual little circles several inches above the tile floor. Each man had circled her narrow waist with a powerful arm and she was unable to move, not that she wanted to. Even though their pricks were flaccid, worn out from the evening's strenuous activities, they still managed to make her shriek with pleasure.
Just as she felt herself nearing completion they stopped and stepped away from her. Her knees were weak and she looked from one to the other, the water still lashing her body from all angles.
Colin looked regretful but Gable suddenly seemed stern as he spoke. "Come!" He directed Colin to exit, then walked out leaving her to turn off the water and follow. "Wash this!" He handed her the snake, holding it by the ring and forcing her to touch the soiled length. Both men had dried off and wrapped towels around their hips. "And stay wet. I want you wet."
She washed the snake and resoaped it, knowing somehow this was what they wanted. When she returned with the clean and soapy 'snake', Gable already had the whip in his hands so she handed the sex toy to her husband. She waited for their command, her head bowed. Colin's voice was gruff when he barked, "Go to the foot of the bed and take hold."
She did as he ordered and stood bent at the waist her hands trembling on the wooden rail. When Colin started to feed the snake into her she almost came; the sensation of fullness combined with the slight burning of the soap was maddening. She squirmed as he finished, and was rewarded with a slashing blow from the flail. Her bowels tried to eject the rubber that filled it but the last larger bump kept it in place.
"Count." Gable's voice ground out. He didn't tell her how many were coming, which was very cruel. Excitement made her pussy begin to leak cream. "One?"
"Start now." The 'one' this time came out as a moan. Before she could catch her breath the next blow fell.
"Two." Tears sprang from her eyes. Gable took his time before he struck again, this time aiming at the back of her knees. "Threeee." She screamed as she let go of the rail and stepped aside. "I'm sorry." She tried to return to her place, but Gable ordered Colin to bind her.
He cuffed her wrists and tied them to rings in the bedposts, leaving her bent over the rail, with her arms outstretched on either side.
"Now where was I," Gable played the lash over her smooth back as her breasts hung full and aching, brushing the oak rail with each breath.
"Th...three?"
"Of course. I will let you decide my dear. How many more?"
His offer surprised her; she could stop this if she wished. It would shame her in his eyes if she did, and for reasons she could not explain to herself, she didn't want to disappoint him. She could say twenty-two and match his courage but she feared it would be past enduring.
"Whatever you think is...appropriate." Her voice was not shaking which pleased her.
His hand ran over her bottom testing the ring in the middle and shaping the smooth skin with his long fingers. "I think five."
She tried to hide her relief and readied herself. Only two left to go.
"Five more. Starting," a blow came with surprising force, "now."
"FOUR!" She was afraid to lose count because she knew he would start over. This whipping was twice as painful as the first, the flail reawakening the raw nerves, still irritated from the previous flogging.
On and on it when, until she had taken eight blows. She collapsed, sobbing only to have a vicious blow land on the back of her thighs where they met her bottom, making her strain at the bonds. "Nine." Five starting after the fourth lash she guessed as tears splashed onto the sheet.
She forced herself to stand as straight as she was able and looked at Colin. Amazingly his penis was growing hard, even after everything. Gable came forward and offered her the whip, which she kissed dutifully. He too was partially erect.
They lifted her, between them and flipped her onto the bed so that now she lay on her back with her arms still stretched wide over her head. The cotton sheet felt like sandpaper on her ass, it was so tender.
Colin got between her legs and lifted them over his shoulders. He kneaded the ruddy butt cheeks as he rammed his tongue into her cunt. Gable sucked on her nipples, as they stood enticingly erect. Between them they drove her to the point of madness.
Gable inched down her torso licking and biting at her velvet skin. When the two men met they kissed, then Colin went back to tonguing her vagina as Gable started to roll her clitoris between his teeth, his long prick banging into her face. Colin forced her widespread legs even further back until her knees touched her breasts and her ass was in the air.
The picture of Colin, in the dining room on the bench, being reamed in this position flashed in her mind. It was so vulnerable, so exposed. She started to climb toward orgasm and Colin began to pull the 'snake' out, slowly. Gable held her legs down against her belly, tongue fucking her as Colin tortured her ass. She bucked and it was all they could do to hold her as she began to come apart.
When she finally collapsed weeping and spread eagle on the bed the two men kissed her and praised her.
Gable uncuffed her and turning her on her side, lay down behind her. Drawing her against him, he soothed her as she shook with small post orgasm tremors.
Colin lay facing her and by lifting her leg over his he slipped his now hard penis between her ultra sensitive labia. He only entered part way and didn't move.
She felt Gable rubbing a soothing cream on her bottom and was not surprised when he too sank into her, the pressure causing her to catch her breath as he slid home and his pubic hair rubbed the heated flesh of her ass. He somehow pulled a cover over them all and she lay with her head on Colin's sinewy, smooth shoulder, with Gable curled like a spoon against her backside. He reached around and stroked both her and Colin with his hard callused fingers, and she sighed at how perfect it was.
It was a different sort of excitement, this peaceful coming together. It seemed like forever before they came, rocking slowly together, letting her internal muscles clasp the big pricks as they inched in and out in turn. They were still inside her when she came again and fell asleep.
*
There was a surprise the next day at dinner. A new couple had arrived, a young couple only a few years older than Colin and Lissa. The man was balding and a bit plump. The woman was small with large breasts and full hips.
Colin was startled when he and Lissa were seated next to them, after a few words from Thomas. Rachel, the brunette cowgirl who had ridden him the evening Lissa was 'punished' was eyeing the new couple hungrily. He thought she must like fresh meat.
After the introductions were made the man leaned over to Colin. He was wearing a black silk robe and was sweating. "What exactly goes on here. What's with those costumes, I mean they're great, especially on your wife." He ogled Lissa.
"They make life so simple." Colin took Lissa's hand and urged her to her feet. With a glance at Thomas her pushed her forward and ran his fingers down her ass, cupping her pussy and tugging on the soft curls. "Rachel, come here, please."
Lissa stayed where she was as he left, waiting to see what he was up to. When Rachel arrived he guided her between the couple's chairs, pushed her down and without foreplay drove into her pussy. It didn't matter; she was already wet and grunted with pleasure. The wife, Karen seemed shocked while Phil the newcomer husband watched hungrily.
Gable and Charlie came over and Colin thought one of them might do Lissa, but they took off the wife's negligee and lifted her onto the table, with her pussy under Rachel's face. Rachel pushed against Colin until he stepped back and she was able to eat Karen's pussy.
Charlie pulled the woman down and when she lay flat with her head over the edge of the thick plank table, he slipped his penis into her mouth, all the time kneading her pillow soft white breasts. Karen's legs came up and over Rachel's shoulders, who had to brace herself on her elbows as Colin fucked her nonstop from behind. "My wife's waiting, Phil." Colin felt an odd sense of power and pride. "Do anything you want."
